𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Prologue

You've been head over heels for Satoru Gojo for quite some time now. The days where you caught yourself falling for him turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months. There was no doubting how you felt about him now.

A part of you knew that any attention that he'd given you wasn't anything special, though. He was known to be a player after all, with his beautiful, icy blue eyes and confident attitude. Any girl could fall for him at a single bat of his eyelashes and a flash of his smile. 

Despite your feelings, the two of you have remained friends. You've kept silent about your love for him out of fear of losing him completely. Sometimes he'll spare some time to hang out with you on your off days as a waitress, going out on the town, drinking and clubbing. 

One night, in a drunken bout, the two of you sat on the couch of a popular club. The flashing lights and bass of the music setting the pressuring mood for the two of you. Subtly, you moved yourself closer to him, your arms were nearly touching. 

He looks down at you with his piercingly gorgeous eyes and the heat of the moment rushes upon you. For a moment, you meet his eyes, half-expecting him to make a move.

With the rush of the alcohol painting his cheeks a bright red, he moved in, and placed his lips sweetly upon yours and catching you off guard. 

It was finally happening.

As the loud music droned on, the two of you lost yourself in each other's company. He took you to the dance floor and felt you up and you gladly let him. 

But.. deep down, a part of you still knew that this spark between you was only one for a single night. 

Despite the burning heat that you two shared that night, nothing else happened. He walked you home, gave you a smile, and left you at the doorstep of your apartment wishing for more. 

The only thing on your mind now was how to keep his attention solely on you the way that it was at the club. 

After you and Gojo parted, you stayed outside, absorbing the cold refreshing air with your back against the door. Within a few seconds of you catching your breath, the smell of a cigarette floated to you. 

You turned your head to see a black-haired man leaning against the railing of your floor a few doors down from you. His hair was styled in two spiky buns poking out of his hair. A black mark crawled across the bridge of his nose and a cigarette was clutched between his fingers. 

Something about his presence begged your attention. But maybe it was just the drunkenness and the fact the Gojo left you in a state of wanting. 

As you turned your head towards him to glance from a distance, it seemed that he did the same. He took a long drag of his cigarette as his sharp, dark eyes settled on yours. His eyes scanned you, shamelessly looking you up and down as he puffed out the smoke. 

An idea suddenly popped into your head. This mysteriously, good looking, dark-haired man could very well be a one way ticket to captivating Gojo's attention. 

Just as you summoned the courage to approach him, he tossed his cigarette away, took one last look at you and headed back into his apartment. Only a couple doors down from yours.