The Perfect Pair ⟢ Ch. 1 Broken Cd

𓍢   t    ׅ   ⬞  HE PUNCHED A WHAT NOW?

SUMMARY: feeling tired, you decide to stay at home whilst toji takes your toddler, megumi, to the park. however, a little... incident happens at the park.

WC: 631

NOTES: oh wholesome dad toji u will be missed💔 not proofread, also kinda outta character... ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket, sipping tea and trying not to fall asleep upright. Exhaustion hit you like a truck lately, and your body wasn’t taking no for an answer today.

Toji noticed the bags under your eyes as soon as you shuffled out of the bedroom, and he’d immediately knelt down, rubbing your calves and murmuring, “You need rest. Let me take 'Gumi out for a while. Go lie down.”

So you did. You trusted him. (Mostly.)

Toji packed a tiny backpack for Megumi — snacks, a juice box, wet wipes he probably wouldn’t use — and scooped the boy up under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

“Ready to cause problems on purpose?” Toji grinned.

Megumi beamed. “YEAH!”

You just sighed and waved from the couch. “Don’t let him jump off anything taller than he is!”

“No promises.”

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At the park…

It was going fine. Megumi was stomping through mulch like it owed him money, going down the slide with his arms in the air like a tiny daredevil. Toji leaned back on a bench, one leg up, smirking every time a kid got annoyed that his son kept cutting the line.

That is, until another dad stormed up to him — red-faced, puffed up like an angry pigeon in a polo shirt.

“Your kid punched my son,” the man snapped. “I watched it happen. That kind of behavior’s unacceptable.”

Toji raised a brow, chewing on a toothpick he didn’t remember putting in his mouth. “Punched him, huh?”

“Yes!” the man snapped. “He was playing just fine until—”

“Papa!” Megumi came running up, completely unbothered, tiny fists pumping as he sprinted to his dad’s side. “That guy’s talking about me!”

Toji looked down. “Did you punch a kid, Megumi?"

“Yup,” Megumi replied, very proudly. “He was hogging the slide! Wouldn’t let anyone go down, so I hit him in the arm. Like this—” He did a little demonstration punch in the air, nodding solemnly.

Toji choked.

The other dad gasped like a Victorian woman fainting at a scandal.

Toji turned slowly to the man and smirked. “There you have it. Slide-hogging solved. That’s my boy.”

“Are you serious?! He assaulted—”

“Oh, calm down,” Toji muttered. “He’s five, not in the mafia.”

“Don’t you discipline your child?”

Toji stood up to his full height.

The man took one step back immediately.

“I do,” Toji said, his voice low and calm, “when he does something wrong.”

And with that, he scooped Megumi back under his arm again, grabbed the backpack, and walked off toward the car like nothing happened.

Megumi giggled the whole way.

“Did you see his face, Papa?”

“I saw it, little man. Classic.”

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Back at home…

You were feeling a little more rested when they got back, sitting up with a soft smile as your boys walked in.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you greeted, reaching for Megumi, who immediately clambered into your lap, kicking off his shoes in the process.

“Hi Mama!! Guess what!!”

You kissed his cheek. “What?”

“I punched a kid!!”

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.

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You blinked. “You what?"

Megumi giggled. “At the park! He wouldn’t let me down the slide so I went pow!” He demonstrated again, like a little anime character, complete with sound effects.

You slowly turned your head toward your husband.

“Toji.”

Toji froze mid-stretch.

“…Megumi, we talked about this,” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “You weren’t supposed to tell Mama.”

You stared at him. “You told him not to tell me?!”

“He was hogging the slide!” Toji argued. “What do you want from me?! The kid was being a little brat.”

“Toji!”

Megumi smiled proudly, “Papa said it was ‘situational justice.’”

“Oh my God.”

Toji just grinned sheepishly. “Hey. At least we know he’s got good aim.”

They are like father and daughter

TEASING THE NERD

— Nerd! Gojo Satoru x Popular! Fem! reader

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Summary: You’re the popular girl in school, Gojo is the nerd and you two got paired up for a presentation.

Word count: 2.9k

Content Tags: TW: slight of bullying, Nerdjo being whipped for (Y/N), teasing, slight degradation, begging, P in V, unprotected sex, library sex, slight exhibitionism (if you squint), blowjob, cum swallowing

Mwahgo's notes: is anybody still into the Nerdjo agenda???

Carrying his books in one arm and his phone on the other hand, Satoru walked to his next class—Biology while checking his study schedule, seeing if he has anytime for some extra study session later or will he be able to hangout with his friends. Suguru, who his friend in the school’s band has been pestering him to hangout with him and Ieiri since Satoru has been so busy with midterms, he’s burying himself in books—as what Suguru said. After that, Satoru has been making an effort to make time for himself, he knows to himself he can’t just bury himself in studying or else he’d go crazy but he tries to get back to his studies after going out all day.

He walked in the classroom and noticed he was the first one there—not even the professor was there. He shrugged it off, he preferred to be early anyways so he has extra time to study before class starts. He took out his pencil case and his notebook and a few sticky notes as he opened his biology book and study the chapter their professor asked them to.

After scribbling down a few notes, students started to pile in the room along with his best friend, Suguru. The black haired guitarist noticed Satoru and went to sit next to him at the front, “You could’ve picked a seat in the back,” Suguru complained.

Satoru sweatdropped, “I-I mean you can always just sit at the back, I’m fine being up here,” He insisted.

Suguru dismissed his suggestion with the wave of his hand, “Nah it’s fine, you know I like accompanying your fun facts ass,” He smirked playfully.

The white haired nerd rolled his eyes as he continues studying while Suguru bore himself with his phone. More students pile in, including the popular—and asshole dudes with their obnoxious laughter and their stupid ideas of throwing toilet paper on the principal’s car. One of them spots Satoru and grinned mischievously as he flipped Satoru’s pencil case and the contents inside spilled out and clattered on the floor. Satoru gasped in surprise as the dude and his buddies started laughing loudly—causing heads to turn them.

Satoru leaned down to pick up his pens and Suguru went in to help him, “.. Fucking dicks,” Satoru grumbled.

Suguru sighed, “Don’t take it personally, they got nothing better to do in life than make other miserable,”

His friend only frowned as he puts the contents back in the pencil case as him and Suguru stood up from the floor. The popular guys’ laughter was still heard in the classroom and started mocking Satoru, which made Suguru almost pop a vein, “Don’t worry, Satoru, he’s just being like that because his girlfriend saw how small his dick is,” Suguru called out.

The guy who flipped Satoru’s pencil case paused his walking before turning to Suguru, “The fuck did you say, you punk ass?” He threatened.

Satoru tried to pull back Suguru from getting his face punch, “Oh, now you’re deaf? Let me repeat it for you then,” He smirked, menacingly.

The guy stomped towards Suguru and grabbed his collar as the students gasped, waiting a fight to break out in the classroom, but thankfully the professor entered the room and called all of the students to go back to their seats—subtly breaking the fight. Satoru sighed, almost having a heart attack for Suguru’s stupid antics that’s gonna get him killed one day. As the professor entered, behind them was you as you walked confidently inside the classroom. Your confidence caught Satoru’s attention as his blue eyes followed your pretty figure, your hair flowed smooth and your skin shines effortlessly as you went at the back of the classroom. Satoru’s cheeks blushed, being able to admire how pretty you were today—his pounding in his chest as he took more glances at the back before the professor starts the class.

“Alright class, before I dismiss you all, I will be assigning a paired activity,” The professor announced as some students started groaning.

The teacher instructed the students to create a presentation about astrobiology and each paired students with be given different topics about astrobiology. As they finished explaining the assignment, they go and started pairing students up, “Satoru and (Y/N),”

His eyes widened in shock, unsure if the professor called the right name. He couldn’t believe it that he’s gonna be working with his crush and more importantly, you’re the most popular girl in school, everyone would die for his spot just so they could be in your presence. He glanced at the back and you were already looking at him, smiling as you gave him a small wave. Flustered, he turned his gaze to the front as Suguru smirked playfully at him.

The bell rang and the students packed their bags and left the classroom. Satoru was busy packing his bag when you suddenly approached him, “Hi! You’re Satoru, right?” You asked.

His cheeks blushed at your sudden presence, “U-Uhm..! Y-Yeah,” He stammered pathetically.

You giggled at his nervous antics, “Yeah, I just wanna tell you that I’m not gonna be available to work on the presentation today,” Satoru frowned, “I’m gonna go out with my girls today and I’m gonna be gone for the whole day, Can we do it tomorrow instead?” You pouted.

Satoru wanted to say no, since he wanted to start brainstorming for the presentation and also wanted to, finally, hangout with his crush but in the end, he doesn’t control her life, “.. I mean, yeah sure. The presentation doesn’t have an urgent deadline,” He assured.

You jumped happily at his answer, “Thank you, Satoru!” You squealed as you exited the classroom. Satoru smiled that he was able to make you smile, even though he didn’t like the results, as long as you’re happy he’s fine with being behind his school works. A sigh escaped Suguru’s lips as his white haired friend turned to him in confusion.

He was met with a disappointed face of Suguru, “What’s wrong?” Satoru asked.

“You’re TOO whipped for her,” He answered, flatly.

At home, Satoru sat on his desk, reading the assigned chapter for his English class when he got a notification on his phone. He stopped reading for a moment before picking up his phone and saw a message from you. His eyes widened in surprise as he scrambled his fingers to generate a decent text to you, his breathing shakes in anxiety, hoping he doesn’t sound creepy or weird.

(Y/N): Hi satoru!!

Satoru: Uhm hi?? Satoru: How did you get my number?

(Y/N): Oh i got from your friend (Y/N): I think his name is sagoru??

Satoru almost laughed at your guess on Suguru’s name. He abandoned his readings as he laid down on his bed, phone still in his hand.

Satoru: His name is Suguru. Anyways, what do you wanna talk about?

(Y/N): OH YEAH SUGURU (Y/N): I wanna ask if you’re up to do the presentation tomorrow

His breath hitched, you finally have the time for him to not only study with him, but also being able to hangout with you, his crush. He’s already planning ahead in his mind—what outfit should he wear or what perfume should he put. Are you into casual wears or should he wear a full suit and tie? The ping of his phone snapped him out of his daydream as he looked at the message.

(Y/N): So are you up tomorrow, after class? ;)

Ohh, that winking face at the end, it almost gave him a heart attack.

Satoru: Yeah sure, I’ll be there! :))

You ended the conversation with the location and time before bidding goodbye. Satoru said his goodbye before absolute silence, he was hoping the conversation could last longer than that but he knows that you two aren’t good friends. He sighed in bliss as he stares at the ceiling, excited for tomorrow morning to go and work on your presentation.

The next morning came and Satoru couldn’t be more excited to go to school, even Suguru was thrown off how bright his best friend looks today. Satoru waited patiently for the school day to end so that he can finally have your time with him. Every class, he had his leg bouncing, his hand was restless, he was basically buzzing with excitement to go to the study room in the library after classes to sit next to you, smell your perfume, and be blessed with your presence. The final bell rang and Satoru immediately stood up, bag on his shoulder while scaring Suguru in the process as he sprints out of class and made his way to the library.

He enters the library, quietly closing the door behind him as he walked inside—finding a good study room. A room at the end, where people will barely notice them and absolute silence, just the two of them inside without disturbance. He made sure to tell Suguru and Ieiri to not text nor call him during this time because he wanted to focus all of his attention to you only. As he enters the study room, he placed his bag down and sat on the chairs before pulling out his phone and texting you that he arrived in the library and just waiting. As he puts his phone back in his pocket, he opens his bag and pulled out his laptop and some notebooks to prepare for the presentation.

A few minutes later, you entered the study room and Satoru blushed, “Hi Satoru! I’m so sorry I’m late, the girls had to ask me out to buy coffee,” You said as you sat down the chair next to him.

His blush darkened with the close proximity of your presence as he gulped, he wanted to scold you for bringing drinks inside the library he didn’t want to be a killjoy, especially when he’s trying to impress you. As you started working on the presentation, Satoru was pointing something in his laptop when you leaned closer to the screen. He blushed profusely as his eyes glanced down at the obvious cleavage inside your shirt.

He heard you sigh and shifted on your seat, “Satoru, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He started sweating nervously, avoiding your intense gaze, “Y-Yeah, everything’s fine,” He blushed.

You raised your eyebrows, not believing the obvious lie he said as you observed his behavior. You noticed that his eyes couldn’t stop from glancing downwards as his cheeks blushed profusely. You realized that he’s been looking at your cleavage and a mischievous idea popped in your head as you smirked playfully.

“Ohh, so you like what you’re seeing, Satoru?” You teased.

He yelped in surprise, he knew that he was caught on his little antics as your hand trailed to the tent between his legs, “You got hard by just staring at my tits, you little pervert,” You teased.

He tried to babble out a reason but your hands already worked the button of his pants and pulling his pants down with his boxers, revealing his hard cock, its tip red from frustration. Your mouth fell agape at his size and girth—you didn’t expect a quiet nerd like him would keep something this big in his pants. Satoru shivered from the cold exposure, making his cock more aroused as you kneeled down the floor, in between his legs.

Your lips wrapped around his cock as Satoru whimpered pathetically, “(Y/N), I-I'm not sure if we should do thi—AH!” He moaned as you sucking him off.

Your head bobbed, taking his cock from the core to his tip, making his legs shake from the pleasure. His back arched, pushing his cock further down your throat, “Oh my god, (Y/N), your mouth is so… soft and w-warm,” He stuttered.

Your eyes glanced up to him as you continue to suck his cock and his face contorted from pure pleasure—his eyes shut closed, eyebrows furrowed as sweat rolled down his forehead. His cheeks blushed heavily as his mouth gaped and small moans escaped his lips. You wrapped your hand his shaft and proceeded to stroke his cock up and down, making him more stimulated with pleasure. Satoru concealed his whimpers with hand as you continue to suck him off before he felt a tight coil in his stomach.

His hips bucked and his legs started to shake, “O-Oh, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna c-cum!” He groaned.

With a hum around his cock, Satoru slapped his hand over his mouth to cover his moans as he released his semen inside your mouth, his hips twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. He panted heavily, slowly coming down his high as you swallow all of his hot cum before standing up from the floor and resting on his lap, “O-Oh god.. Uhm, wow uh..” He stammered.

You giggled, “Did you enjoy that, Satoru?”

He looked up to you with his big, blue eyes, “Y-Yeah… It felt so, so good..” He panted.

“Mhm, I knew you would enjoy that,” You grabbed his hand and trailed it between your legs. Satoru gasped when he felt your bare and wet pussy, “Especially that you’ve been dreaming to be with me,” You smirked.

He gasped in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that you were fully aware of his attraction to you. On the other hand, you knew since bumped into him in the hallways—well, your ex boyfriend intentionally bumped into him, making him drop his books. You, being the angel that you are, kneeled down and helped him with picking up with his books before your ex dragged you away. That was the day Satoru fell in love with you and you were attracted to him. The way he looked at you with his blue eyes reminds you like a puppy and you just love how he blushes when he sees you.

“Of course, I know, Satoru. You’ve been crushing on me for a while,” You said as your hips grinded on his fingers, “Just admit it, Satoru… You want me so bad, don’t you? You want my pussy wrapped around your poor cock, just waiting to get fucked?” You teased.

Satoru nodded frantically, “Yes! Yes please, let me fuck your pussy!” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.

You giggled in his enthusiasm as you pulled your skirt up, showing him your glistening pussy. He gasped in awe, your pussy was pretty in pink as it leaked with arousal. You hover your pussy on the tip of his cock before slowly sitting down on it, his thick size made you gasped. Satoru threw his head back at the tightness of your pussy as your hips finally sat down on his lap, your pussy fully wrapped around his cock as you both moaned in pleasure. Satoru tried to buck his hips up but you stopped him, “Please wait… Fuck, your cock is so big,” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size.

You both sat there for a while before you started moving your hips up and down—catching Satoru off guard as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in, “Fuck, (Y/N), your pussy is so.. tight and—ohh warm,” His eyes rolled back as he whimpered.

You let out a breathless giggle as you fuck yourself on his thick cock, your wetness squelching in the small, quiet room. His hands went and grabbed your ass as he bucked his hips up to your pussy, making you squeal. Satoru started thrusting his hips, his cock pistons inside your pussy as your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure.

“F-Fuck, I-I love your pussy, so fucking… good, fuck!” Satoru babbled as his thrusts turned intense.

The sound of skins slapping in the study room echoed, you feared that the people outside might understand the events happening inside as Satoru’s pace quickens, fucking you frantically, “Fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)!” He moaned loudly.

“Cum inside! Please, I-I want you t-to cum inside!” You cried as Satoru groaned loudly, spilling his cum inside you.

Your body shook from the powerful orgasm as you felt his cum filling you up. Satoru slumped back on the chair, panting heavily as he comes down from his high, “Oh fuck, (Y/N).. That was..” He trailed off.

You let out a breathless laugh, “Did you.. have fun?” You asked, tiredly.

He just nodded, too tired to form a sentence, “Thank your for that…” He said.

You smiled as you leaned close to plant a kiss on his cheek, “You’re welcome, baby,” You giggled

His eyes widened at the nickname, “’Baby’? Does that mean…” He said, unsurely.

You nodded, “Of course, this isn’t just a one time sex, Satoru. I like you for a while too,” You confessed as his cheeks blushed. He buried his face on your chest out of embarrassment as you laughed at his reaction before kissing the top of his head. Satoru couldn’t be more happier to be with the girl of his dreams.

Yor is so mother

soukoku as one of my dearest renaissance paintings

it’s him

Men who are academically gifted, very smart and calculated, but somewhat clueless when it comes to love. He has a good reason for that though; nobody before you had caught his attention. Now that he’s found you, his heart is beating faster, cheeks heating up, fingers itching to reach out and hold you. His normally cool demeanour is crumbling. Did you cast a spell on him? He has a lot to learn about romance, and the good thing is that you basically have a completely blank canvas to paint on. He didn’t pick on any bad habits and he’s already a perfect gentleman.

He would do anything for you, he might not know much about being in a relationship, but he adores you. He is eager to learn about affection, dating, kissing, establishing a routine with you, loving you. He’s an act of service kind of person, eager to please and care for you. He’s the one reminding you of your appointments, making sure you eat enough and stay hydrated, taking care of you when you’re sick, helping you study or work on whatever projects that you have. Whenever he comes over, he cleans your dishes without even a second thought, and you felt bad at first to subject him to your messes until you realized that he loves doing those things for you.

He quickly learns how and when to hold your hand, what kind of dates you like, the pet names that make your heart skips a beat, how to kiss you until you’re breathless and wanting more. He’s also a very good listener, which is actually impressive since he seemed mostly socially clueless when you first met him. He takes an interest in all the things you like. He does research on your favourite music groups, he catches up on TV shows you enjoy so he can understand what you’re talking about when you mention them, and he tries to learn the recipes of your favourite meals. He has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to gift ideas and things he wants to remember about you — your drink order, favourite restaurant, the flowers you like, the brand of a bag you were eyeing last time he went to the mall with you. He doesn’t want to miss anything.

He’s become completely attached to you and he’s so touch starved that he takes each and every opportunity to be near you and hold you in some way, usually burying his nose in your neck. He takes note of your sweet perfume then, mentally adding it to the list of things he knows about you, right next to the flavour of chapstick he tasted on your lips the last time he kissed you.

fushiguro megumi, todoroki shoto, shinso hitoshi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, armin arlert, tomioka giyuu, hayakawa aki, + all your favs.

NANAMI KENTO IS THE MAN AND STANDARD

i REALLY need to get this off my chest… but nanami is just not it….🫣🫣🫣🫣😬

ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME NANAMI KENTO NONNIE?

THIS NANAMI KENTO??

Gojo would 100% be that over-the-top, chronically online boyfriend, the kind who turns every mundane moment into a viral TikTok or Instagram story. The fact that he's dating someone who barely texts back, has no social media presence, and just doesn’t care about internet clout? It drives him insane in the best way.

He’s all over his feed, posting thirst traps with captions like, “POV: You’re the luckiest girl alive,” tagging you even though you’ll never see it. Then there’s you—completely unbothered—rolling your eyes every time he shoves his phone in your face for a new TikTok.

“Babe, say hi to my followers!” “Gojo, what followers?” “The millions of them, obviously. Now give them a little wave—” “No.”

Gojo would totally make a TikTok of you fixing his car with some absurd soundbite like "A MAN, A MAN, AMMMMAANNNNN" while dramatically zooming in on your face covered in grease. Meanwhile, you’d just be looking at him like, "Do you ever shut up?"

And his followers? Eating it up.

Then cuts to a thirst-trap selfie of himself, just because.

Imagine him dragging you into a video where he’s like, “POV: You bagged a billionaire,” and you're standing there in your work clothes holding a wrench, absolutely done with his antics.

“Do you ever get tired of being embarrassing?” “Never,” he grins, “it’s part of my charm!”

And the nepo-baby billionaire vibes? Oh, he’s unbearable in the best way. You’re the grounded yin to his unhinged, internet-addicted yang, and somehow, it works perfectly.

Bouns:

He tries to rope you into one of those TikTok dance trends, but you’re having none of it. “C’mon, babe! Just do one move!” “No.” “Just clap at the end!” “No.” He eventually edits the TikTok with a cardboard cutout of you in the background while he’s dancing alone, captioning it: “Relationship status: She’s too good for me.”

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jjk fans we need, this tomorrow is a rough day for us 😩 let's thug it out together.

10 things I hate about you ⟢ ꒰ frat boy! gojo x reader ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ pairing ✧ college au . frat boy! gojo x reader . based on the film '10 things I hate about you'

summary . satoru gojo is the usual frat boy that one can think of when you're asked to think of, well, a frat boy. he loves to sleep around and be a womanizer. he swears he's been in every single girls bed from college, but it seems he hasn't gotten into yours. his friend offers to pay him to ask you out and get into your pants in the span of a month. at first he refuses, but who is he to turn down money despite the greedy bastard being rich as hell? what he doesn't expect is to accidentally fall in love with you and forget of his past morals.

⟡ genre/tag . fluff, angst, mentions of starving, enemies to lovers (sort of, you just hate him) college au, gojo is a manwhore ! a bit of suguru x reader and ofc reminder this is based on '10 things I hate about you' so there will be many similarities !

⨾ words . 7.1k

NOT PROOFREAD.

a/n : wrote this after watching 10 things I hate about you for the first time ever. I actually rewatched in a few more times while writing this ! knew I had to write about this right away with my glorious king satoru. also a thank you to my friend for helping me out again !

nav . here !

gojo knew who he was from a young age. setting his goals straight, which were to sleep with every girl he could get his hands on. or his dick into.

he made this a goal the second he graduated high school and got admitted to the states best college, one that was known for having the largest fraternity parties. and so far he has a body count of... well he lost count. charming girls was easy, all he had to do was woo them with a shine of his pearly whites, and his 9-inch dick.

"im surprised your shit hasn't ever gotten infected" suguru remarked, lighting up the cigar that was placed on his pink lips. the two were juniors in college, but they've been close since freshman year when gojo joined into the life of partying.

"easy. I wear condoms." this made suguru's pierced eyebrow lift up as he glanced at the white haired boy.

"thought you went raw."

that made gojo chuckle as he adverted his attention to his friend instead of his phone where he was texting a girl he's had his eye on for a while. the cheerleading captain. if things went well tonight, he will for sure have a chance to pound into her on his bed with a new bed frame after breaking his last one. take a wild guess.

"nah, as if I'd ever give them the full experience."

when I said that this school was widely known for their frat parties, I meant it. there is one every Friday, and every Friday you turned down your friends offer to go out with her. sure you attended some parties, just not any fraternities.

"cmon, you never come with me! you're always so busy doing nothing" bianca grumbled as she dramatically flopped onto your bed, making you jump a little. "and I will continue to be busy doing nothing" you shot back as you cleaned off the dust on your neglected guitar. "not even for an hour?" "nope." "not even for me?" "absolutely not, can't risk seeing my ex."

"what about for choso?"

now, by all means you definitely did not have any romantic feelings towards the emo boy. regardless of being a bit alternative yourself, you had no interest going after boys with similar tastes and style as you, not after your past relationship. choso was the lead guitarist of a band you've known for years. they perform once in a while at small or big events. this party being one of them. you've been wanting to ask him for guitar tips, but the man was quite reserved.

"for real?"

"mhm." she lifted up her head from the pillow propping her on her palm. "you should go, maybe to get the chance to talk to him. they lost a back up guitarist last week-"

"yeah I know." you interrupted

"maybe you could fill in that spot."

you went quiet for a bit letting the idea sink in for a bit before lifting up your head to look at her, slowly placing down your fender guitar, that was now looking brand new, on the floor next to the amplifier. "well, maybe I can."

meanwhile, in the comfort of the frat house, gojo was absolutely losing his mind. he has a hook up in less than an hour and nothing is going according to plan. "hey. hey! this is not the beer I asked for you guys to buy!" he shouted from across the room as he saw his friends carry in a cooler full of heineken instead of bud light which he claimed was the best beer created.

"you're stressing out man, calm down." suguru's hands met with gojos shoulders massaging the knots of stress that were forming. "course i'm stressed, am going to be deep inside the cheerleading captain if the party impresses her, can't let this opportunity just slip away."

"she's chopped." shoko chimed in as she walked past the two boys carrying a cooler herself. "well yeah but like, its a huge deal alright?!" he threw his hands up in the air in despair. "where the hell is that band?"

"they're on their way, should be here in twenty."

"yeah well the party fucking starts in twenty!" he bit back. his anxiety was hard to miss. just then as if it was divine intervention, choso walked in dabbing suguru up, exchanging a few pats on the back. "haven't seen you in a while man."

the guitarist that left the group? that was suguru. he ditched the band simply because he wanted to focus more on his party life after being influenced by satoru. and somewhere along the way he lost interest in that dumb dream he had on becoming a rockstar or whatever. that obviously didn't sit well with the other band members, but choso could care less, not like suguru was contributing anything to the band in the first place since choso's guitar always outshined suguru's.

“mhm, thanks for coming, you guys can go set up over there” he pointed at the stage they set up.

“will do.”

you rarely wore dresses. not that you didn’t like them, they’re just not your go to option to wear. but there’s no way you’d ever say you hated the one you were wearing right now. it was a pretty vintage one that bianca was lending you for tonight after you finally agreed to accompany her to the party.

“see you look gorgeous” bianca placed her mascara wand down to look at you up and down admiring how her dress fit you perfectly. “i like it” you hummed looking down at yourself.

“come on, we’ll be late.”

the loud music filled the cramped building as you made your way through the crowd clinging onto bianca’s arm for your life. people danced, drank, and made out in every corner you’d look at. the whole place reeked and the flashing lights and loud music made it very overwhelming. gojo wobbled down the stairs fixing his white locks, pushing them back panting as he threw himself on the couch where suguru greeted him with a red cup.

“well?” the sweating boy gladly took a sip of his beer grunting. “had to cover her face in a pillow. her expressions were pissing me off.” his long limbs stretched out. suguru chuckled as he cracked his neck a bit listening to the song that was playing carefully. “oh shit, i wrote this song.” “don’t care.” satoru mumbled. “well, guess i can say i’ve fucked every girl in school.” as if that was anything to flex about.

that’s when sugurus eyes landed on you from across the room, a smirk crept up on his face noticing how out of place you looked.

his pretty ex girlfriend.

you and suguru dated all throughout high school. after joining college, he was ready for new things, such as sex. but you weren’t which led to your breakup and fucked your best friend at the time out of spite. you lost both your boyfriend and best girl just from not being ready to get your virginity taken away.

“what about her?” he asked pointing at you. satoru followed his finger before his eyes found you as well. “who the hell even is that” he could barely make out your figure through the colored lights and his blurry vision. “so you haven’t.”

bianca served you a drink which you were definitely not going to consume, before she excused herself to find someone to dance with.

“here drink this. i’ll be back alright? choso is right over there, use this time to talk to him.”

before you even got the chance to even let out a word, she left. you felt abandoned as she left you in the kitchen all alone. bringing up the cup to your lips, you took a sip before cringing at how god awful it tasted.

“not a fan of heineken? told those bastards to bring in bud light but they never listen” you hear a voice behind you, making you turn around to meet eyes with satoru, the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. the bet was simple. he had exactly one month, until november 20, to make you fall for him and fuck him. with a whopping 300$ waiting at the end for him, if successful.

“you get into her panties in a month, and i’ll pay you.” your ex offered. “why?” gojos eyebrows furrowed. “what’s in it for you?”

the whole thing was suspicious to him at first. suguru never gets in the way of gojos sex life. never telling him who to fuck or who to avoid fucking.

“mm just cuz.. she’s difficult. you like a challenge don’t you?”

reluctantly, satoru agrees. “how much?”

“300.”

“bet.”

“oh sorry don’t think we’ve met before. i’m satoru” he offered a sweet smile, showing off those pearly whites that could have a girl soaking wet in 10 seconds. “oh.. okay.” your response made him still for a second.

“i want you to go out with me”

“huh?”

“go out with me.” he repeated which only made you scoff at the boy’s advances. “sorry not really interested.” a grunt left his mouth before continuing. “i can take you out some place real nice, places you’ve never been before.”

“like the 7/11 in broadway?”

he froze for a second before chuckling shaking his head while doing so. “well, no..” his pale fingers reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “you like picnics, pretty?”

“not really.” his hand got smacked away by yours. “ill prepare you the best dishes you can imagine.”

“im seriously not interested, thank you though.”

he stood there, dumbfounded, as he watched you walk away. this was going to take a while.

you didn't even have the opportunity to talk to choso, which was the whole reason why you wanted to go to the dumb party in the first place, because bianca came running towards you ordering for you two to leave this instant after finding the boy she was talking to fucking another girl.

the way you met bianca was from her showing you around the college campus when you transferred, become your only friend so far. and you knew that this boy she was in a talking stage with was really, really her type. that night you spent comforting her, allowing her to soak your shoulder with her tears and her barely audible tantrum, as well as thinking about the boy that wanted to desperately go out with you. what was that about?

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gojo could've sworn he left dissecting frogs back in high school, but here he was again, poking around at the laid back the diseased amphibians internal organs. "no way am I doing this shit." with a mutter, he placed the tweezers down gagging, shaking his hands in disgust before pulling out his cigarette box, sliding one out placing it in between his pretty pink lips, far too pretty for a man. "smoking in class? you'll set the smoke alarm off." suguru scooted closer to his friend. "how'd it go yesterday? did you get her number or..?" gojo exhaled, no smoke yet, just resignation.

"nothing happened. she wasn't interested" the black haired boy scoffed, not comprehending the words that were coming out the school's playboy. " you're satoru fucking gojo, this should be easy as hell for you!"

“well how do I make her fall for me?” he brought up the lighter up to his cigar huffing it slowly before blowing it towards suguru, in which he looked down at gojo unimpressed. “you can start by putting that,” he took ahold of the cigarette before crushing it down against the table, which left a nasty dent on the cheap laminate. “down.” he ordered flatly, staring as gojo whined like a kid who just got denied candy from the check out isle. “she doesn't like boys who smoke.”

“..how do you know that?”

suguru paused in deep thought. "I overheard her telling her friend that, the one that has the white pearls around her neck all the time. they were talking about their types or something." he shrugged. "anything else she said about her type?" gojo asked intrigued as if he was about to take a test on you specifically.

“she likes pretty guys.”

“are you telling me im not a pretty guy?”

As if divine intervention occurred, the door creaked open, pausing the chatter between the two boys. there you were. wearing a cute frilly outfit as you made your way to your desk. suguru shot gojo a pointed look before walking away. the sight of you made gojo straighten his posture suddenly hyper aware of every detail of himself. quickly running a hand through his hair and gulping, his adams apple bobbing. he shot you a smirk as you got close.

"hey.. wanna traumatize this frog with me?"

you looked down at the poorly dissected frog then back at him, the boy from the party. "looks like you've traumatized it enough." your response made him blink. well, at least you were giving him full sentences now but your sarcasm hurt his ego a bit. "if you give it a kiss, im sure you'd bring it back to life." the boys blue eyes met yours. "or you can kiss me instead.."

you let out a small chuckle. "like that'd be any different."

"just sit down.." he pushed a stool for you to sit down on. you were reluctant but you sat down, sliding off your bag to set it down next to you before slipping on a pair of gloves provided by the lab you were both currently doing, or about to do. "girls would kill to place their lips on mine"

"oh im sure.." you picked up the scalpel, carefully inspecting the frog. "are you seriously this bad at dissecting?"

"baby im a lover not a scientist." gojo brought a hand up to his heart dramatically.

shooting him a glance, you continue poking around the organs. "you don't even qualify as the first one.." he snorted at your sass, lips twitching in a cute crooked grin. "I beg to differ" he brought his hand up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "go out with me, please."

"hold the damn frog still before I poke one of your eyes out instead"

"yes ma'am."

suguru watched from afar with a serious look placed on his face.

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the wandering page is heaven itself. a cute shop tucked right around the corner of the school full of second hand books and cd's. its tyour go to spot where you usually buy your cd's for your collection that was placed neatly back at your dorm. you entered, the bell placed on top of the door notifying any workers of your entrance quickly making your way to the music disc section, crooked shelves full of cd's. you're surprised to see many new arrivals.

some were year old music, and some were rare old ones from the 2000's. you reached out to grab a few, a soft smile plastered on your face as you scanned the labels. so deep into it, you didn't notice the bell chiming again.

"excuse me, have you seen any cd of the cranberries?" the smooth voice behind you asked. "oh sorry I don't work here-"

"found out through her instagram stories, she enjoys listening to this Irish band, the cranberries."

"what's her insta?" gojo looked up from his phone, pausing his game.

"uhhh, shit can't find it anymore but anyways. use that information how you want" suguru grabbed his hair, making a messy bun out of it. "got it."

halfway through your sentence, you took a good look at who was behind you. satoru. "oh, it's you." your eyes narrowed as they focused on him. the boy slid his glasses on the crown of his head. you didn't know he even wore those, well you barely knew him. still, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive. "are you stalking me?" you asked defensively.

"what? no no, I guess this is just destiny" his eyes lowered down to the cd in your hands. "frank valli? isn't that guy like, ancient?" you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. the plastic creaked at the way your hands gripped it tighter. "I wouldn't say that."

satoru chuckled tilting his head a bit. he sure has some nerve.

"didn't realize you were into boy bands."

"not a boy band"

"right, got it."

you pushed past him to head to the cashier. shit.

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"you're not going to get anywhere if you keep teasing her like that." suguru knew you hated when people would make fun of your interests, even if it was just a harmless joke. the edge on his tone wasn't unnoticed by his friend. "she's so.. difficult." gojo muttered, half to himself, as he threw a basketball up in the air before catching it as it fell back into his hands.

"hes weird. real weird." you explained to bianca who was so intrigued by the sudden love interest that appeared in your life out of nowhere. "no way the satoru gojo is wanting to take you out!" without hesitation, you threw a pillow at her, which landed right on her face. "don't say it like that!.. hurts me a bit" with a groan, you allowed your hand to drag over your face. "cmon its just that.. he's not known for asking girls out. he just gets on with the freaky ass stuff."

you gave her a flat look. "I feel so special."

"what else does she like? since you know soooo much about her."

"well.. apart from the cranberries, she likes the Marias. they're performing near us, take her there. im sure that'll definitely make her warm up to you. and once she does, go for it." gojos face faltered, his expression turning a bit more thoughtful as he sat up.

"seriously?"

"mhm. take her."

"... pass me my computer. let me order the tickets."

"well I think you should give him a chance. he's very handsome." biancas eyebrows wiggled. "girl you can have him, I don't want him." you replied, which only earned a groan from her. "I don't want any boy who thinks the whole world revolves around him because he's a frat boy with a body count of two hundred"

"if you really didn't want him, you wouldn't be talking about him every five minutes."

her comment really shut you up.

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you weren't expecting to see two tickets slip right into your line of sight while you were halfway through placing some textbooks in your locker. the bold blue letters read, 'THE MARIAS' "hi pretty.. got these for you and me." your eyes widened at the familiar voice. the white haired individual really had a habit of sneaking up behind you didn't he? "you.. you got-" you stammered, blinking at the sight of the tickets, then back at him.

"got these for you and me." he repeated himself, both his voice and gaze softening. not sure to be flattered or continue being suspicious, you slowly accepted one of the tickets, taking it from his pale hand. "you really don't give up huh?"

"id never give up on you. how many times do I have to tell you sweetheart, I want you. so allow me to take you out, yeah?" his voice never stuttered. but your heart did.

"one date." you said firmly as you lifted up your finger, finally agreeing to his advances. his charm was different.. it was bold, yes, but real. "don't push your luck, im only accepting because its the marias. im not even going to ask how you know I like them."

"because I like you." there was short pauses between his words allowing each syllable to sink in. like he meant it.

"one date, for now." he said placing his lips on your cheek lightly, making you freeze. "ill pick you up at seven.. here give me your phone number."

you had no idea why you were allowing him to win a point at this game he was forcing you to play. but you were definitely not going to complain now.

"alright I gave em to her." the proud boy with a grin stretched from ear to ear, walked up to where suguru was.

"told you it'd work."

for some odd reason, suguru couldn't help but feel a deep sense of jealousy. you were his girlfriend for years. and his dumb actions ruined all of it. but if he made you realize that no one would ever love you like he did, you'd for sure come crawling back to him.

later that night, in the comfort of your un-made bed, you sat cross legged staring down at the new contact. satoru with a stupid blue heart next to it. of course he'd type in his name like that. "just one date.." you repeated to yourself. a silent warning to yourself, him, and the universe.

satoru : hi ml, wear something cute yea? and something easy to take off ;)

you stared at the message. any past thoughts of him not being that bad quickly vanished. obviously, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of your reply, so you left him on read. guess that hurt his feelings because a few minutes later he texted again.

satoru : im joking baby :(

you threw your phone onto the night stand, like it burned your hand. you couldn't decide what was worse, his sad excuse of flirting, or the fact that your lips were twitching in a just barely visible smile.

"going on a date I see?" bianca grinned as she watched you put on the last bit of blush on your cheek. "lemme guess, you finally agreed to gojos attempts?"

"yep. just one date though. only because he bought me concert tickets."

her eyes widened. "no way! to see who?!"

"the Marias."

"oh, if that isn't true love right there, id not know what is."

you chuckled. "did you confront your talking stage?"

"fuck no" she groaned. "just blocked him everywhere, im not giving him any time of my day so he could explain himself to me." her body fell on your bed, bouncing a bit. "did you ever talk to choso?"

shit. that's what you've been forgetting.

"ill get around to it."

you both met up to where you agreed, which was just outside the girls dormitories. the second he saw you, his heart fluttered.

you looked, no, you are gorgeous. why was he just noticing this now?

"...hey" a smile crept up on his face. he was dressed casual while you wore a pretty jean skirt with a shirt from the band. "hi" you returned the greeting.

"you're so beautiful.." you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered. if you were to lie, the dark tint of pink on your cheeks would say otherwise. "lets just go."

with a chuckle, he led you to his car. a model of the year, typical for a rich ass boy like him. being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for you before closing it as you settled yourself down.

he made his way over to the drivers seat. "you ready babe?"

the concert was beautiful. the music reached your heart it made you tear up, of course some songs made you recall your past relationship. gojo couldn't help but admire you from time to time. watching as your pretty mouth sang along to the unknown lyrics.

"lets take a picture pretty." he said out of nowhere. "a picture?" he nodded before pulling out his phone snapping a few pictures of you and him throughout the night, mostly of you. you did the same, filling up your gallery with endless pictures and videos.

as the night came to an end, he drove you safely back home, both of you discussing the songs you enjoyed being performed the most.

"I think I enjoyed back to me the most"

"no way! paranoia was clearly the most enjoyable."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah well I think what I enjoyed the most was seeing you sing. you're gorgeous baby."

"you already told me that like twenty times."

"and ill continue to tell you for the rest of my life and beyond that." his words made your stomach twist. not in a bad way. definitely not.

it was quiet for a bit before you spoke again. "yknow I want to be in a band." gojos eyebrows rose up in surprise. "that so?" you nodded. "my ex boyfriend was in one." the mention of you having a dating history didn't sit well with him. he kept reminding himself that this was all just a bet. so why did it bother him?

"mm so you're saying im not going to be your first boyfriend?"

"you're very confident to know if I even want you as my boyfriend."

the radio played soft melodies through the quiet moments between the two of you. "my friend was in a band too, he quit tho"

now it was your turn to be surprised. "oh that's cool."

"I want to join chosos band, that's the one-" before you could finish, he arrived at the side of the sidewalk that led to the girls dormitories. "choso.. I know him. ive got connections and I have no problem recommending you to him darling."

"you'd do that for me?"

"course I would."

".. counting down the seconds to go on another date with you soon love." he spoke quietly. his soft voice made you smile. and before you knew it, you were leaning into a kiss with no control over your body, like it was possessed by a curse or something.

gojo froze. he was torn between kissing you back or not. "lets save this for another time."

your heart sank as you pulled back.

opening the door, you left without a goodnight. or a kiss. once you were out of view, satoru dragged his hands down his face groaning. he's grown attached to you without knowing it. and he's hurt you with denying your kiss. he was getting what he wanted. well, what the bet said.

he knew he had to fix this somehow. he couldn't just let you lose all feelings for him when he was so close.

the next day, upon walking to campus, he paid a couple of band students, winking at them. what was he up to?

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you were outside sitting on the first bench closest to the field scrolling on your phone.

you were annoyed.

no. pissed. pissed at how he dodged your kiss like it meant nothing and honestly you have every right to be. because why is he hesitant to kiss you when he’s the one that was so desperate. is this some sort of sick joke?

if he wanted to feed into his ego by making you fall for him. well he got it.

but if he wanted you. he wouldn’t have flinched.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a microphone starting.

“can't take my eyes of off you..” he murmured into the microphone, his eyes locking on yours. you blinked once. and then again - unsure if you were seeing right. before you even got a chance to process it, the band that was right next to you began to perform filling the field with the familiar tune of ‘can’t take my eyes off you’. his body stepped forward, then another, until he broke into a dance. you let out a few chuckles of disbelief as you watched him make a fool of himself.

“i love you baby!” you wanted to crawl into a corner and die from embarrassment. “and if it’s quite alright, i need you baby..” his finger pointed right at you.

a crowd formed, recording as the schools biggest frat boy performed for a girl they’ve never seen before. you brought your hands up to you face covering it in embarrassment as a flush appeared. he was so off key now, yelling out the lyrics as two police officers approached him. he made a bee line towards the bottom of the bleachers, dodging any attempt of getting caught. as he finally reached you, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“oh pretty baby..” he panted as the chorus died down. your hands shot up grabbing the collar of his shirt before smashing your lips onto his for a short, but sweet, kiss, before he was taken away by the officers.

“i love you baby..” he said as he got dragged out the field by the hold of the officers.

and part of you knew that his words were truthful.

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detention was awful. well not really, but for satoru it is. sitting in silence for an hour is straight up torture. he would rather take death than one more second of this.

he was unaware of the faint tapping on the window next to him until you accidentally tapped too hard, ducking your head just in time. he was close enough to look down and see you there. he looked up to see the teacher too busy typing away at her computer, probably writing that inappropriate novel everyone says she writes, before looking back down at you. you waved your hand, gesturing for him to escape.

'I can't..' he worded which you just rolled your eyes at.

'come on!'

he sighed looking back at the teacher before he slowly opened the window. he stood up as the teacher got distracted by tapping on her window now. he took this opportunity to jump out, landing harshly on the grass. before he could let out a groan of pain, your hand covered his mouth.

"come on."

you both made a run for it, away from the school campus.

"did you see that my love? I was like a ninja!"

"you sure didn't land like one."

he grinned before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "you like the performance I gave ya?

"..yeah, my favorite part was you getting caught." he lightly shoved you away before hugging you again.

you both were laying in bed at his dorm, enjoying each others presence. "so.. you going to tomorrows frat?" he asked softly as he rubbed your back. "I dunno.. last time I went I didn't like it."

he needed you to go. he only had three more days to fuck you. "it'll be fun.. just come with me." his persistence made you furrow your eyebrows. "why are you forcing this on me?

"im not forcing you. is it too much for me to ask you to come join me at my party?"

"dont talk like that to me." you propped yourself up on your elbow looking down at him. "what. what is is going on huh?"

he scoffed. "nothing!"

"well its obviously something if you keep on-mmph!" his lips on yours cut you off. you obviously allowed him to mold his onto yours.

"just want to show off my pretty doll to everyone.. so come tomorrow"

he was running out of time, after all.

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at the end, you agreed to accompany him. after reaching the frat house, you searched for the bathroom needing a pee break after drinking too much water earlier. after countless doors being opened, and getting flashed, you finally secured yourself some privacy.

you came back from the bathroom, rounding the corner, just in time to hear a laugh.

"can't believe you actually pulled this off man." the voice was one you haven't heard in months. another voice cuts in. "yeah yeah whatever, it stopped being a bet weeks ago suguru."

your heart drops.

no, no no this can't be happening.

drunken laughter chatting about how you thought this actually meant something. that you meant something to satoru.

"so you dont want your prize?" you quickly approached the two voices. your entire world stopped as you saw satoru, and your ex suguru.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you stared at him, feeling so many emotions all at once. anger, betrayal, and even denial. your mind was processing what you just heard. you wanted to hear it wasn't real, that he wasn't only after you because of a bet and that he actually likes you. but you knew you were better than that, you couldn't help but connect all the dots. the coincidence that he came up to you at that frat party, the same one you knew suguru was in. the way gojo knew your interests. the way he knew your type.

it wasn't fate. it was orchestrated.

there was horror written all over gojos face. "no baby.. baby listen to me." but you refused, shaking your head. you refused because the following words were going to be the confirmation that you dreaded to hear. without another word, you turned away pushing though the crowd. "y/n!" he shouted, but you didn't turn back. as you made your way down the hall, his hand wrapped around you wrist, "please, PLEASE listen to me!" in which you yanked back.

"it was all a bet huh? set up by the one boy I hate the most. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! you're just like every other frat-" you were interrupted by his lips molding against yours. no matter how much you wanted to melt into it, you didn't. your hands landed on his chest, pushing him off you before wiping your lips. the boy stood there, stunned, as his sad blue eyes watched you walk out.

"babe.."

that night your phone was blowing up. call after call, text after text- all from him.

satoru : y/n please.

satoru : call me, return my calls lets talk pretty.

satoru : it was a bet, but believe me when I tell you that I truly love you.

satoru : I love you. say it back baby. please I need you. can't lose you, im sorry love please don't leave. fuck suguru for all I care.

you were debating if you should just block him for good, finger hovering over the red block button. but you simply put your phone on dnd and headed to sleep recalling the horrible events of tonight. tear stains were placed on your cheeks, mascara ruined, just like how your life felt. ruined.

Bianca had tried, she really did. she tried her best to comfort you, but she understood you needed space. the sweet girl provided you with extra blankets as well as water, she even rubbed off the remaining makeup on you. she as well received some texts from satoru. her response?

'fuck you.''

satoru hasn't felt this horrible since he accidentally flushed down his sisters goldfish back in first grade. but it wasn't the same.

the goldfish didn't hate him. you did.

and he hated himself for how he made you feel. he hated himself for doing this to you. but god was he grateful to have taken on that bet. not for the money, but for you. because of the bet, he met such a wonderful girl who he was completely smitten for. too bad that the girl now hates his guts.

the weather matched how gojo felt. he looked like hell.

his iconic shades and stupid grin weren't present. his usual outfits was replaced by a simple white t-shirt with sweatpants. the confident boy was now just a regular burnt out college student who looks like he missed out on eight hours of sleep to study for his physics final. he hasn't eaten since yesterday, deciding his body didn't deserve to be rewarded with food.

he ignored the glances from other students. people who idolized him were staring with widened eyes. no way was that satoru gojo. some of his frat bros came up to him, hitting his back, laughing at whatever the hell they thought was funny. suguru included.

satoru swore he began seeing red.

"you never told me she was your fucking ex." he muttered dangerously. suguru let out a sigh, leading gojo away from others. "hey, we made a bet. don't see why you're mopping about it. I wanted to show her that really no one would love her like me. anyways here, you ran out yesterday couldn't give this to you." he pulled out the prize promised from the beginning. those damn 300$.

satoru pushed the money back to sugars chest. "I dont want it." all the air was knocked from sugars lungs for a second. gojos fist collided with sugurus cheekbone. sugurus eyes widened and a few gasps could be heard from the scene. his gaze following satoru watching as he walked further and further away.

the boy was desperate to see you. he needed to find a way to prove himself to you. to prove that his feelings were real.

you didn't show up to your classes that day, deciding its best if you stayed in bed scrolling through your phones gallery wanting to delete every picture you've taken of him.

satoru : good morning angel, you've got every right to hate me. but im not giving up on us, not when you're everything ive ever wanted. talk to me mkay?.."

Bianca thankfully walked in which quickly made you forget about his text.

"hey girl.. know this is bad to bring up now but.. choso wants to talk to you later at the frat he's playing at. something about letting you into the band."

for the first time in a while, you felt happy. you knew who recommended you to him.

"you know what happened last time I went to a frat.."

she chuckled a bit. "ill make sure that son of a bitch doesn't approach you. ill be your personal guard dog madam."

the familiar smell of beer, weed, and other shit you didn't want to know, came to you. the same smells you encountered on that night. biancas arm was around yours tightly, keeping watch of your surroundings. "alright, we got emo boy on stage. frat boy at 10 o'clock"

"I dont think that's 10 o'clock.." you muttered which you were quickly 'shh' at. "okay coast is clear."

you took in deep breaths reminding yourself that you weren't here for gojo, you were here because you might have a chance to join your ex boyfriends band. he caught your eye for a second, offering you a small nod.

bianca nudged you, urging you to go talk to him. "if gojo dares to even approach you, ill smash his empty head with my beer." you weaved through the crowd, getting closer to where choso and the others were setting up. "hey stink. haven't seen you in a while." you recalled the old nickname the bandmates gave you all those years ago.

"hi choso.. you wanted to talk?" he hummed, nodding, as his fingers adjusted the chords that were plugged into his guitar. "you still got that fender?" your heart stopped for a second. "great, lets meet up every Thursday, ill teach you and we'll let you into the band."

"you're serious?"

"yeah. confused why you didn't just ask me in person. had to hear it from your new boyfriend."

just as you felt your stress go away, any memories of gojo leave your mind, they came back immediately. "oh.. no no he's not my boyfriend." you explained. "ah, right. you still got my number?" he asked in which you shook your head. "nope, suguru made me delete any contacts that were of a guy."

a half chuckle half scoff escaped his lips. "course he did."

before you could discuss any more details, a voice behind you appeared. for the 100th time in the past month. "wow.. you're glowing."

gojo.

the sound of his voice sent shivers throughout your body. you turned to see him.. disheveled. the bags under his eyes gave away his lack of sleep. he looked miserable. still stupidly hot of course.

"what the hell do you want."

"I want to talk.."

bianca was running across the room, ready to jump on him. "get away from her asshole! you got ten seconds!" gojo looked down at her with a confused look before looking back at you. with a bit of hesitation, you agreed. "fine."

in a secluded area, the same spot where you had your "break up" you ordered him to talk. "I messed up. so fucking bad. I took the bet, yeah. thought I could.. woo you. but believe me when I said I had zero idea suguru was the ex you talked about."

"to me you weren't a bet baby. everything about you felt raw. you kept rejecting me and god, that made me want you even more."

you didn't speak, allowing him to finish letting out his emotions. "and I hated myself for liking you, for falling for you like a fucking idiot. because it meant it wasn't a bet anymore, it was love. and I hated how I took that bet. I hated your stupid hair, and the way you played guitar. I hated the music you listened to, your dorky smile. I hate the way your voice softens when you talk about the shit you like. I hate that I dont know every detail about you down to you favorite childhood movie. but.. I hate how I don't hate you at all. and I hate how I dont regret doing the bet at all, because otherwise, I wouldn't have met you."

his voice was raw. the emotions he had going on began to flowing down his cheeks. you began to remember why you fell for him in the first place because even though he was an entitled frat boy, he already had the key to your heart with the way he talked to you. "..you can't just fix this with recommending me to choso's band.."

"I know." he whispered.

"..and you lied to me." you continued, but at this point you were just playing with him.

"I did. but im not lying now. I stopped lying weeks ago."

"why?"

"because I fell in love with this really awesome girl."

you looked up at him for a while, taking in his apology and confession. there was no longer a frat boy in front of you, he was cracked open showing who he truly was. just a sweet boy who wanted your love.

just satoru.

"you love me?" you asked.

he nodded, rather quickly. "absolutely"

"..and if I dont love you back."

god, he'd kill himself. "then, that'd be fine too." he watched as you stepped closer. "if I asked you to stay away from me forever-"

"I will do that too." he promised.

"..but you wouldn't."

"I wouldn't." he placed his lips on yours, feeling as your arms wrapped around his neck as his found your waist, deepening the kiss.

"dont screw up again satoru."

"fuck, just kiss me."

and that you did.

ending a/n . hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing ! this was my first long fic.. never doing ts again.