ꜱᴀᴛᴏꜱᴜɢᴜ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

you want me back?

"Why did you have to make me cry? You promised to make me always happy. Liar." Suguru discarded the items reminding him of his ex.

Despite the fact he was alone, he was still fighting back the tears. It was that painful.

Before he could think about Satoru, for the millionth time, he receives a message informing him that his taxi is here.

One last time, he stands in his dorm observing the items left here. All one thing in common, something to do with Satoru Gojo.

He can't help but smile, thinking about the fond, pleasant memories between him and Satoru, and the sweet moments they've shared.

The raven haired male couldn't help but take a t-shirt that was from Satoru's and a teddy bear that was gifted to him. He stuffed it in his suitcase, and was about to exit.

When he sees Satoru. His ex, well technically his boyfriend standing outside the door.

Preventing Suguru from leaving he asks "Where are you going?" with a hint of irritation to it.

"I'm leaving. I'm going back home." He avoids eye contact with Satoru. He doesn't want to change his mind.

"Look at me Suguru. You're not leaving because of what I did right? Right?" The obvious painting of panic began to become illustrated on Satoru's face.

He realised that he was going to lose Suguru.

The most important person to him.

"I am. You cheated on me. Do you think I'll fucking forget about that? Do I look that dumb to you?" Suguru yelled. He was getting impatient, he had a taxi awaiting his arrival.

"Can't you fucking forgive me Suguru! I said I'm sorry! Now. Please. Stay."

"I'm not an idiot. You were talking to countless other girls that you call 'fans' and fucking pervs, that just want to use you and your money. Trust me Satoru, I was the best thing you ever had. And don't forget you caused this relationship to end. Not me." The male, walked away leading to his taxi.

Satoru followed after, and just when Suguru was going to enter the car. Satoru impulsively pulled his arm and stared at Suguru. And Suguru stared back, he always got nervous at times around Satoru so pink hue displayed on his cheeks.

Satoru smirked, and kissed Suguru.

"You are always my one and only." He kissed his forehead, and put a tiny box in Suguru's joggers.

"Have a good life, you a piece of shit."

"We'll meet again Suguru. And when we do, you will be mine again." Satoru walked away, most definitely hurt.

He couldn't bare to see the car leave, Suguru was leaving for good. Abs he wasn't coming back.

The dumped male couldn't help but entering Suguru's room. From observation, it seems he's left basically everything.

That left a mark on Satoru. So, he decided to help pack them away and keep it safe. He didn't want the cleaners, to throw all the memories they made together.

"Ichji. Get all of this packed up. Make sure not one thing breaks or is damaged. Or else." He orders around his assistant.

After, staying in Suguru's dorm for a while. He leaves and goes back outside for fresh air, to see Shoko smoking a cigarette.

No surprise there.

"Hey." He waved at her.

"Fuck off Gojo." Shoko stuck her middle finger out with an unbothered expression.