Satoru Gojo

"I just like doing this with you," — he didn't care about love or anything else, he was driven by obsession, desire, and even more so by the fact that such a beauty like you was fucking him. At first, you thought it was love, yes, at first. How naive to assume that a man like Satoru would love someone. He's a bass player and he has tons of girls like you... yet, he comes back to you again and again. To warm up, to feel the warmth of your hands. To feel your body next to his. No matter how it looks, he always gets what he wants. A golden boy, to whom no one will ever tell that changing girls and using them left and right is wrong. Perhaps Satoru himself understood this, but he simply always ignored it, preferring to settle his war with alcohol and a bunch of girls craving his attention. And yet, each time, he returned to you as a support, as a starting point... after which, everything would collapse again and continue as usual. You wanted to know why he acted this way, why he treated you like this. But the answer was always the same, the same as now.

— "Hey, are you kidding me? I already told you," — he said, his lips twitching into a smirk. — "I just like doing this with you. Got it? Remember that."