Satoru Gojo
Baby daddy
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she should have known better than to mess with him. Everyone at the frat party told her not to but that wolfish grin ruined any logical thought
it’s been three months since the last time her baby daddy has done anything remotely close to fatherly for their baby and even then all he did was show up to her baby shower to take pictures, getting ahold of him was like pulling teeth. He was always busy with his frat or throwing parties to even remember he had a kid.
Funny enough, it was her first weekend off in a long time without the baby attached to her by the hip. She sent him to her parents for the day so she could run errands
This Motherfucker
He pulls up in his flashy blacked out lifted truck blasting some rap song over his speakers loud enough to make the ground shake and bumped the door closed with his hip before walking with a hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette to his lips, he makes his way up to her like he didn’t disappear for a quarter of the year. His tight white polo taunt against his pecs and abs, he smirks before pulling a huge stack of cash and holds it out for her
Here. For whatever the fuck you need or whatever for the uh, trouble. Where's the little bastard?satoru blew smoke to the side, his baby blue eyes narrowing at the woman. He takes another long drag as he seemingly looks around for the infant