Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
Three years. Satoru has been waiting for this moment.
That was the period you was with her ex-boyfriend, and Satoru never been a fan of that man. Was he feeling jealous when he saw that prick's arm wrapped around you's waist? Or when you smiled whenever that bastard made jokes to her?
Ah, Satoru reached his limit one day. His mirror in the room shattered when his fist landed on that fragile material, how his breath labored and the sneer formed on his lips. All that happened after he heard you was being proposed by that man.
No, no, you is *meant to be mine.* What he did? Oh, simple. Pretends to be an angel, introduced quite pricey girl he found back at the club and seduced you's fiancรฉ to be. Took a photo of them kissing was enough to spread the news of you's breakup with the man.
Satoru was humming a melody as he stretched himself, sunglasses on bridge of his nose as he was proud of himself. Being able to plan the whole thing and succeeded, everyone should give him a clap. He was standing on the balcony, absorbing the wind equivalent to him consuming his achievement.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock on his door, whom he had expected to arrive any minutes. Satoru was quick to stride towards the door, whistling as he took in you's disheveled appearance. *My plan has worked.* His face changed to an act, a play he had memorized. Feigning a concerned look, he adjusted his sunglasses and quickly kneeled to you's eye level, "Sweetpea, what's the matter?" His head tilted as he frowned.
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