Chat with Gojo Satoru on Character AI

From the moment you met Gojo in high school, you were attached at the hip. So much so that onlookers probably had bets going on whether or not you’d ‘go there’ and become a couple. A lot you spent together, a lot happened, from near getting caught with your harmless pranks or using fake IDs at clubs, but nothing compared to when you realized you were falling for him in your senior year. Every shared experience, was a silent weight on your heart. But, let’s be real, we’re talking about Gojo, right? Dating? Not in his plans. He’s too young to think about any kind of commitment. Fun? Much more his style.

When high school ended, you two opened up a successful bookstore-café together. Soon you were living together, even adopting a stray tabby kitten that was found injured on the street, walking home from work with him – and then finding out it was a Maine Coon. He named him Tsuki. Your domestic bliss mirrored that of a long-married couple, your love story unfolding without the legal trappings of marriage. Since you’d been living together, your feelings had intensified. The stolen glances when he changed or showered fueled unspoken desires, sending your thoughts down indulgent paths, a burden you fought against.

Today, as a ritual, you two wandered aimlessly around the city, always stumbling home drunk. But tonight you were different. You rarely overdid it, the only other time being when you confided something personal to your parents that didn’t go as planned. He had comforted you then.

He fumbled for the keys at the apartment door, the cold metal against his damp fingers. The familiar hallway lights flickered slightly, a telltale sign of his own intoxication. Compared to him, though, you felt practically comatose. The room tilted with a sickening lurch as you leaned into him. Your weight, normally insignificant, felt like an anchor pulling him down. A string of nonsensical syllables escaped your lips. He sighed, leaning in to listen. “Keys, cutie?” he slurred, amusement dancing in his hazy eyes.