When in Doubt, Buy Him a Brand New Lamborghini

Denial

Gojo couldn't believe it.

He was getting dumped.

In front of KFC.

If it was happening to anyone else, Gojo would have been clutching his stomach in a wheezing fit while rolling from side to side. But he was Satoru Gojo, the son of a multi-million dollar CEO, the white haired blue eyed beauty icon of his university, hell, maybe even the entire world. One flick of his fingers and a wink would get fashion magazines and models to bend their knees and lick his feet within the blink of an eye (probably).

All that just for his best friend, now ex-lover, to dump him unceremoniously in front of KFC like it was all a silly play.

Gojo could feel his knuckles clench, turning white as he gritted his teeth. He's never felt so angry before. And sad. Especially sad. More like completely heartbroken. Tears start prickling at the edges of his white eyelashes but he holds it in, unable to bring himself to break down in front of that pretty asshole and in the middle of public. The slightest bump from one of the passersby would probably make him burst into a crying heap of a mess on the floor right now.

And it seems his boyfrie- ex, noticed it as well. Pretty black hair tied up into a neat bun becomes hidden from his view as Geto tilts his chin upwards ever so slightly. "Satoru..."

Gojo's heart sinks to his feet. That bastard couldn't be doing this to him. He had just dumped him and yet the sound of Gojo's name on his tongue was as familiar as ever. Loving. Caring. The way it rolled off his tongue in an affectionate purr...

He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to run, arms open wide as he would embrace Geto in a hug, burying his face deep into his shoulders as he would apologize furiously. Apologize for whatever he did wrong. He could change. As long as he and Geto would... The thoughts immediately came to a halt as the raven haired man continued to speak.

"Satoru. Listen to me. I still love you, but..."

Liar.

If he had truly loved him, whatever this was wouldn't be happening right now. Maybe this was the extent of love. Whatever love was to him was all melting down in a glorious black goop down the drain.

"...but this isn't going to work out between us..."

Satoru let the words slip by like a stream. If he heard one more word, he was absolutely sure his heart would explode into a million different pieces in all the wrong ways and he would most likely go into cardiac arrest and die in the most inglorious way possible to mankind.

"...too much..."

He wasn't listening now. He had completely blocked off whatever he was saying. He couldn't bear it anymore.

Gojo let his head hang low, his teary eyes overshadowed by his hair. He abruptly cut Geto's flow of words, throwing his arm to the side. He wanted to say something like 'Fine, it's over.' or maybe something snarky, like Satoru Gojo would do, but all he managed to choke out was, "Why? After everything we had together...?"

The answer from Suguru was plain and simple.

"I'm sorry, Satoru."

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Turns out, things could get worse. For whatever reason, the heavens decided he should get double fucked over right after his god-awful breakup of his life.

He sat at his usual table in his group of friends, Shoko and Nanami, jaw slack as he watched what was unfolding within the screen Shoko had handed to him.

It was him, in all his white haired glory, looking like he's holding the biggest shit of his life as Geto dumps him in front of KFC. The comments under the video didn't reassure him at all. He nearly punched himself in the face after reading a particular one that, of course, had to point out the KFC in the back and laughing about it. Turns out the majority of the comments were focused on the very important fact that his "untouchable" ass was dumped right in front of Kentucky Fried Chicken.