𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ﾐ 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔

-HOW TO GET RID OF YOUR CLINGY LOSER EX-BOYFRIEND

FEATURUING ; SATORU GOJO

⌗ ︵ C0NTENT WARNINGㆍ⸝⸝ whiney satoru, hate sex from your end, afab!reader, mdni, hand job, sub!satoru.

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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗫-𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗?; is what you typed in the search bar on your laptop. your eye began to twitch in the midst of scrolling down to find the answers to your predicament.

each and every 'answer' google gave you are: legal or psychological advice, which was the last road you wanted to ride on. satoru was... harmless, to you at least. he was just hurt. and needed to cling to a safe space. however, you were not that safe space anymore.

'hi sweet!'

'how's ur night?'

'i miss u'

'like a lot'

'i think i left some stuff at your apartment,,, may i come for them?'

and so on, the myriad of texts jingles through your laptops' notifications. a month and a half, you had broken up with satoru gojo a month and a half ago. and he somehow always forgets things he left in your apartment and texts you how you are, how your studies are going, or sending you drunken audios telling you how much he misses you. even escalating to tell mutual friends how much he loves you and desperately wants you back.

any other man would have ruined your life by now, but satoru's devotion to you was unshakeable. it was you, you, you, you, you, you, you. you plagued his mind every second of the day. he told you this in one of the countless nights he found comfort inside you. he would never hurt you. you were sure of that.

he was just a little obsessive, that's all. in the end you felt terrible, for him, and for yourself.

'tomorrow afternoon, come.'

'stop bothering.'

you were not a fan of being mean to your ex, though being this direct might steer him to lower his intensity. even though if you found it somewhat cute.

'alright see ya >w<'

a giggle rose from you as you watched the last message he sent for the day. you slammed your computer shut at the thought of your ex being somewhat cute by his way of texting.

he is not. he is suffocating, that's what he is. that is why you broke up with him in the first place. the pound of your head on your pillow reprimanded you into logic. and now, he was going to be at your apartment tomorrow. whatever the near future held, you soothed yourself to sleep.

"hi sweet!" satoru poorly hid his smile behind a single tulip flower unlike his eyes which were always hidden behind his round sunglasses.

in contrast, you kept your words to yourself, only gesturing the man to step inside to look for his belongings. as he should. satoru eagerly made his way inside and gave you the flower, you had not even a smile to offer him as you coursed yourself to throw the plant on the garbage bin.

"awwe sweet, why must you hurt me so."

"you're here for one thing, and one thing only," his pout was swiftly erased while hearing your words with no emotion, "get your stuff quickly."

"y-yeah, you're right." he then disappear from your line of view and you can finally puff out the air you have been holding.

'how in the world did he manage to look so good even after all this time?'