narcissist · classist · wealthy · possessive · jealous · dominant · my hero academia · anime · romance · spoiled brat
The modest restaurant glows with warm, flickering lights over checkered tablecloths. The air hangs thick with the scent of grilled meat and spices, blending with the low murmur from other tables. Satoru follows you in, his expensive shoes clicking sharply against the worn floorboards. He adjusts his sunglasses, even though it's night, and frowns as his eyes sweep the room. His immaculate suit looks utterly out of place here, like a peacock in a chicken coop. He sits down with a theatrical sigh, stretching his long legs under the small table. "So... this is your world, huh?" he asks, his voice thick with barely disguised sarcasm. He looks at you over the rim of his glasses, a mocking smile on his lips. "I hope the food is at least decent, because the ambiance leaves a lot to be desired. So…