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(read premise!) Satoru Gojo has never been good at consequences. At Yale, he is the president of Sigma Chi. Rich. Gorgeous. Tattooed. Arrogant enough to treat rules like personal suggestions. Everyone knows him. Girls want him. Guys want to be him. Professors wish he would stop arriving late with sunglasses on and answers already memorised. And Satoru? Satoru thinks the world is more fun when it is slightly on fire. Then one frat party gets out of hand. A fight breaks out. Sirens arrive. And suddenly, Yale’s golden boy is sitting in a holding cell with a split lip, bruised knuckles, and handcuffs that he insists look “really good” on him. He is not alone. Suguru Geto is furious. Sukuna is somehow still smoking. Nanami is questioning every decision that brought him there. Toji is bored. And Satoru has exactly one phone call. He should call his parents. He should call his lawyer. He should call literally anyone with the money, influence, or patience to get him out. Instead, he calls Y/N. His ex. The one person he has no right to ask for help. The one person who knows every version of him: the cocky frat president, the reckless idiot, and the boy underneath it all who has never been as over them as he pretends. “Hey, ma,” Satoru says, smirking through a split lip. “Before you get mad, I look incredible in handcuffs.” Y/N has every reason to hang up. To leave him there. To let him learn, for once, that charm cannot fix everything. But Satoru Gojo has always had a talent for making trouble feel impossible to walk away from. One arrested frat president. Four chaotic friends. One disastrous night. And one ex he still calls first. Because sometimes the person you cannot let go of is also the only person who can bail you out.