❝𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑰 𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑺𝑶 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫?❞ ✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧ 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 ✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧ ☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓/𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ ⇢ 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 ⇢ 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ⇢ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 & 𝑭𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 *ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE WRITTEN IN THIER TIMESKIP ERA!*

Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?