how to lose a frat guy in 10 days! chapter two: day one.
PAIRING: frat!jo x sororitygirl!reader
CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: After meeting Satoru Gojo, the frat boy with a notorious womanizer title, your interest is piqued. Satoru Gojo has never paid attention to the same woman twice, so why are you stuck on his mind like a cheesy love song? After being sucked into a bet with two of your sorority sisters, you now have ten days to push away the infamous fraternity boy, why not start with an expensive dinner?
CHAPTER TAGS: crackfic, romcom style, reader attempts to be cringey but gojo finds it endearing, gojo may be obsessed with reader, sukuna being a good guy bestfriend (wow!), reader has her work cut out for her, mentions of alcohol
a/n: i believe in the sweet, fuckboy frat!jo agenda!!
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You could see the pink hair peeking up above everyone else's heads at the campus coffee shop. Ryomen Sukuna, probably the only Kappa Rho Psi man you could ever trust, was the perfect person to gossip with.
Despite saying that he didn’t care at all for drama, he always seemed to immerse himself in whatever situation was happening, giving his two cents and giving you advice if you needed it.
Yesterday at the party, you had interrupted his heated sucking-face session, telling him that you two needed to meet the next day. He had pushed the girl he likely only met that night away, telling you what time he could meet before he stalked off to the kitchen.
Ryomen was always late whenever you two planned to hang out, so you always knew to show up at 10:45 am instead of 10:35 am as you two had originally planned. It seemed he wasn’t as late today, considering he was already at the counter ordering when you walked in.
The earrings in his ear glinted in the sunlight streaming in from the window, causing the metal to reflect light on the walls of the coffee shop. His outfit was weirdly chic, as it always was. He claimed to have no style, yet he outdressed most of his fraternity brothers by a clear mile.
It was actually how the two of you came to be friends, with you complimenting his shoes, and him noticing you were wearing the exact same ones. No one else sat by him in your freshman seminar, so you chose to, ignoring the other girls in the class shooting daggers into the back of your head as the two of you sat in the front.
When the two of you decided to pledge freshman year, you both decided to still be friends no matter where the other went, which was hard considering where the two of you had ended up when bid day had arrived.
Jin Itadori, Ryomen’s cousin, was a member of Kappa Rho Psi when Ryomen was rushing, so it was almost obvious he would get a bid from Kappa Rho Psi. You, on the other hand, were pleasantly surprised when you received a bid from your number one choice, deeming before bid day that it was doubtful you would receive a bid from Zeta Mu Theta in the first place.
Ryomen rolled his eyes, looking down on you once you finally appeared at his side. “So now you’re the one showing up late?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you averted your eyes from his, watching one of the baristas hard at work while making drinks.
Ryomen crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing slightly as his arms settled over each other. “Black coffee, then whatever it is that you usually get.”
Your hand rose to your chest as you beamed up at your friend, “You truly must be the only person who knows me.”
It was very typical for Ryomen to roll his eyes at you, which explained why he didn’t hide the grimace he shot your way. “Yes, perhaps I know you too well.”
Scrunching your eyebrows in what can only be explained by pure confusion racking your brain, you blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
Ryomen opened his mouth to talk before the barista called out his name from behind the counter. He waved you off to find a table in the crowded coffee shop, freshman seeming to crowd every crevice as they explored campus in between their orientation stops.
You managed to snag a booth that was freshly cleared, shooting a glare at someone in a “Welcome Week” shirt as you sank into the plush seating. Ryomen walked over to the table, freshmen parting to clear a walkway for him. Meanwhile, you had bumped into every single person as you attempted to find somewhere to sit.
That was what tended to make your eyes roll whenever you interacted with anyone from Kappa Rho Psi. It was as if they had some unknown aura that made everyone bow to their every whim.
With Ryomen Sukuna, it made sense that a path was cleared for him. He was basically a dictator for the past three years. Everyone was either too scared of him to say anything or they somehow admired him enough to keep a far distance away.
You were a healthy middle. Yes, your friend was terrifying, but he was also strangely kind. It was partly the reason you didn’t cut him off after pledge season had wrapped up freshman year.
Every other guy in Kappa was either stupid, a fuckboy, or weirdly smart but somehow got stuck in the frat with the most notorious reputation. Your mind couldn’t help but drift to Satoru Gojo. Although he fell cleanly into the first two categories, you had realized after hanging out with him the night before that he had a goofy charisma that had you weirdly halfway smiling in the mirror when you got back.
Ryomen sat down, sliding your cup against the table to you. Reaching out, your fingers curled around the cup. You raised your cup to your mouth, catching the scraggly handwriting that read “Sukuna” on the side of the disposable cup.
Of course, they would spell his name right, even though they always find a way to botch yours worse every time you decided to stop by the coffee shop.
You may be more well-known in the different Greek Life organizations, often waving at other girls from different sororities when you recognized their letters or crests, but your popularity was nowhere near as vast as the boys from Kappa Rho Psi.
It made you think that every single person on campus must have memorized the composite photos hanging on the walls of the frat house and committed them to memory. This way, maybe they could have a shoe in to the most elite organization on campus.
Fighting the urge to grimace, you flicked your eyes to Ryomen. He was picking at his nails, his jaw clenching as he chewed on his gum, something he always seemed to have on him. He looked up, raising an eyebrow at you. “What?”
Shrugging, you leaned back in the booth. “Why is your brother suddenly showing interest in me?”
Ryomen blinked at you, his jaw pausing.
You raised your eyebrows at him, “Well, you must know something.” Your hand slightly urged him to talk. Based on his obvious reaction, he definitely knew something about Satoru Gojo’s weird behavior.
“I don’t know, Gojo must be bored.” Ryomen’s jaw began working on the gum again.
You hummed, lacing your fingers together on the table. “How did you know I was talking about Satoru?”
It was Ryomen’s turn to shrug, “Because he wouldn’t stop asking me about you when he got back last night.”
Your eyebrows raised, your fingers unlacing to rap your fingernails against the wooden table. You doubted that Ryomen would give up much information on his brother, assuming that he didn’t tell Satoru much about you when he had asked.
He studied you carefully, his eyes narrowing before he groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re interested in Gojo, of all people.”
Blinking, you brought your cup back up to your lips, pausing the motion to speak. “My interest has been piqued.”
Setting the cup down after a drink, you raise a skeptical eyebrow at Ryomen, “You’re acting like I’m inviting Satan in for a drink.”
Your friend sighed, disposing of his gum before he finally took a sip of the black coffee he seemed to prefer so much. You once had told him to stop trying to act so mysterious by drinking the bitter drink, but the glare he shot you made you stop bringing it up.
“I think he might have a worse track record with women than I do,” Ryomen said, shaking his head as he lowered his cup.
You knew that before he had even mentioned it. Satoru Gojo had one of the most prolific reputations on campus for being a fuckboy. You remember seeing a girl raise hell on YikYak when the girl found out he was sleeping around with multiple people despite telling her that he only had eyes for her. She ended her post with #idstilldoit, but you digress.
You were almost positive that Satoru Gojo’s sweet nature that he had expressed to you the night before, was a ploy to be invited into your apartment. His plan didn’t work, since you waved him off from your doorway. Yet, he was still trying.
you: hi, now you have my #!
satoru gojo 🥸: surprised u texted me
satoru gojo 🥸: wyd tmrw???
you: meeting ryo for breakfast 🤨
satoru gojo 🥸: meet me instead of sukuna
satoru gojo 🥸: i see how it us 😔
You turned your phone over on the table, already annoyed at the massive amount of texts that Satoru had already sent you since you walked into the coffee shop.
Ryomen raised an eyebrow, his eyes angled towards your phone. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man across the table from you. “Is that Gojo?” He asked, amusement flickering across his face.
You so badly wanted to wipe the smirk off your friend's face now that it was quite obvious that his frat brother was suddenly into you. “Perhaps.”
Sighing, you eyed a group of freshman that were obviously hungover, their slumped posture and puffy under eyes evidence enough of what they had been up to the night before. Tapping your forefinger against the back of your phone case, you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“I talked to Ieiri and Iori yesterday…” You trailed off, slowly dragging your gaze up to your friend, who already had an annoyed look on his face. He always hated it when you didn’t say things outright and dragged on a sentence.
“And?” He said with an irritated sigh, “Why not just say whatever you were going to say?”
Ignoring him, you continued rapping your fingernails against your phone case. “They said it was okay if I pursued Satoru; in fact, they green-lighted it wholeheartedly.”
Ryomen mocked with a shocked face before blinking at you blankly, “If you want to, go ahead.”
You debated on whether you should let Ryomen in on your plan or not; you were certain he wouldn’t snitch on you to Satoru. But, you weren’t sure if his loyalties lie more with you or his fraternity, and you weren’t sure you wanted to find out.
Ryomen eyed his watch before he stood up, “I’m cutting it close to this meeting.” Not bothering to wait for you, as per usual, he started walking towards the entrance of the coffee shop. Once again, the heaps of people crowded in the coffee shop made a part of the crowd for him.
Now that you thought about it, the coffee shop was definitely over capacity.
You followed after him, narrowly missing being swallowed by the crowd until you exited the coffee shop. The door was still swinging when you approached it, and you narrowly made it through before it shut on you.
Ryomen was standing next to the trash can, holding out his hand for your drink that was nearly empty. Passing it to him, you watched as he threw it away, his phone ringing in his hand. “You know, it’s your funeral when he eventually ends up hurting you.”
You shrugged, “I doubt it will affect me that much.”
Your friend picked up the phone, and you could hear someone on the phone practically yelling through the speaker that was pressed to Ryomen’s ear. “Alright, alright. I’m on my way.” He spoke into the receiver, his natural grimace settling on his face as he waved you off, already headed to his car. He was most likely headed to the fraternity house for whatever meeting Kappa had planned.
Satoru Gojo was currently staring down his pledge brother, who was sitting across the room from him. His pledge brother had the same typical, scary look that seemed to naturally settle on his face. Satoru remembered that when they were pledging, it just made him want to punch the shit out of him, but now he was almost desensitized to it.
Yet, why is the urge to punch his pledge brother suddenly returning?
Ryomen Sukuna arrived late to the first meeting of the semester, something that was very normal for him. His pink hair was tousled and sticking up with the same hair gel he used every day of college.
Satoru thought back on his messages with you after he had dropped you off. He knew that you were close with Sukuna, but you two were close enough that you grabbed breakfast together. Satoru couldn’t name any of his friends who were girls that he would grab lunch with, except for maybe Shoko, but he barely considered her a girl anyway.
If Satoru was to prove he was serious enough to take you to his first frat formal of the year, he needed to actually commit to this. He almost felt lucky enough that you weren’t like the other girls who would practically beg on their knees for him to take them.
When the meeting wrapped up, Satoru sauntered up to his fellow frat brother, “Sukuna.”
“Gojo,” Ryomen Sukuna greeted, seeming as if he already knew why Satoru had approached him.
Satoru leaned against the wall next to Ryomen, crossing his arms over his chest. “Have a nice morning?”
Ryomen hummed, brushing a piece of lint off his jacket. “I got coffee with a friend, so yeah.”
Satoru mimicked his hum, his blue eyes scanning his fraternity brother’s face. “Yeah, I remember that being mentioned.”
Ryomen deadpanned, “Then why ask?”
Satoru shrugged, his slender hand running through his stark white hair. “Why not?”
Ryomen took his phone out of his pocket, eyeing his notifications as he brushed by Satoru, “You are both so weird.”
Satoru watched his frat brother walk off, cursing himself for not asking if you had mentioned him at all at breakfast. Not that Ryomen would tell him.
Satoru had no problem being annoying, as his frat brothers called it. He was far from nonchalant and far from caring if he came off as overbearing. If anything, it made girls typically more interested in him; everyone loves a man who cares, after all.
He pulled out his phone, opening up his messages. Your name sat prettily at the top, emojis decorating your contact name as if they had any meaning.
satoru gojo 🥸: did my typos scare u off
you: why do you type in lowercase
satoru gojo 🥸: girls dig it🤷♂️
satoru gojo 🥸: knew u digged the lowercase
Iori peered over your shoulder, eyeing your texts with Satoru. “You need to come off sort of crazy; you just seem uninterested.”
You turned in your chair to glare at your annoying sorority sister, rolling your eyes at her before directing your gaze back towards your phone. “I have to reel him in first; he’s used to girls being head-over-heels for him.”
Iori hummed before migrating over to the couch in the apartment. She draped herself across the sofa, propping her feet on the armrest. “Are you sure he won’t just lose interest?”
You shrugged, “I don’t think he will. Ryomen told me that Satoru has been hounding him about me.”
“What are you planning for dinner?” Iori asked, yawning into her hand.
Your hand made its way to your chin as you pondered. “Should I insist on something really fancy or expensive?”
Iori Utahime clapped her hands, “Yes. That is perfect.”
Your friend started laughing, tears welling up in her eyes as she imagined the look on Satoru Gojo’s face when you would eventually bleed his pockets dry after the week and a half of entertaining the frat boy ends.
“What are some things that turn guys off?” You asked, throwing your phone onto the coffee table as you reclined in your chair opposite Iori.
Your friend looked at the ceiling in thought, “You should definitely tell him to stop talking to other girls.” Iori hummed before thinking, “Maybe even accuse him of sleeping with other girls while you are both eating.”
You grinned at her idea, “That’s not bad, but maybe accusing him of cheating on a first date is a little extreme.”
Iori tsked at you from her spot on the sofa, “The whole point of this bet is to drive him off, that has to be the quickest way to shut that down real quick.”
You leaned forward, your gaze flickering to Iori. “Okay, but having the bet end in just one day is boring, no?” Your foot tapped against the floor. “Shouldn’t I try to keep it going a little longer than that?”
Iori turned her head in your direction, “You say that now and watch, in like three days, you are going to be head over heels for that idiot.”
You made an ‘X’ sign with your hands, “I think Satoru Gojo is the last person that I would willingly date, Iori.”
Your friend gave you a look that read ‘I-don’t-believe-you.’ “Whatever you want to do, you’re the one who owes me money if you end up falling in love with him.”
Snorting, you threw a pillow at her, “Well then, get ready to pay me.”
Iori caught the pillow, retaliating by throwing it back at you with the such accurate precision that it nailed you in the face. "I won't have to."
Glaring at your friend, "Have some faith in me."
The thought process was to make Satoru Gojo spend a lot of money on you for dinner, but you still would need to retain your manners for this meal. You had to make sure you had him hooked before you went for the next phase of your plan.
You assumed that the more money he spent on you, the more he would look at you hesitantly, like most daddys-money fraternity boys did when they had to spend their weekly allowance on girls they just wanted to sleep with, but Satoru stared at you with hearts practically bursting out of his eyes.
Your gaze trailed over to him when you finished ordering, handing the menu back to the waitress who seemed slightly concerned at the large steak you had just placed an order for.
“Ma’am, are you sure you want that much?” She held up her hands to demonstrate how big a steak like that would be.
Satoru held up his hand, “You heard the woman, she wants that size.”
The waitress blinked at the two of you before grabbing the menu from Satoru, her fingertips slightly brushing his hand as she took the menu. Your gaze locked onto her fingers when a rather good idea found its way, weaving through your brain.
When the waitress walked up, you reached for the wine bottle from the ice bucket. Satoru seemed to be thinking the same as you, figuring his warm hand was now placed over yours on the wine bottle.
You couldn’t help but lock your eyes with his bright ones from across the small, candle-lit table. It felt oddly intimate, as if this were a real date. It is a real date, but you refused to treat it as if it were. This was a bet, after all.
You cleared your throat, removing your hand from the wine bottle as Satoru’s long fingers wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle. The wine is old, and the waitress explained it had been flown in from France after being kept in a wine cellar for decades. She had also explained how expensive it was, and Satoru just waved as if the cost of that wine wasn’t the same amount you spend on groceries every week.
Satoru reached for your wine glass, filling the glass up halfway before filling his glass up as well. Once he placed the wine bottle back into the ice bucket, you reached for the bottle again.
Bringing the wine bottle over to your glass, you filled the glass up to the rim, humming satisfactorily at the very full, very unconventional wine pour you had going on. Satoru blinked at the gesture before grabbing the wine bottle, copying your pour into his own glass.
Satoru lifted the wine bottle and pinched an eye shut, his long white lashes grazing his eyelid as he spied how much was left in the bottle. “Do you think we’ll need another bottle?”
Raising an eyebrow, you raised your glass off the table. “Do you really think we’ll drink more than a bottle?”
Satoru shrugged, “I’m not much of a wine type of guy.”
You had guessed as much when you saw how he had copied how much wine you had poured into your glass. You would’ve thought an unconventional wine pour would be a turn-off for a guy who clearly grew up around people with money.
Wasn’t drinking wine something that rich people did daily? Hell, you were a broke college student, and you drank cheap wine almost every night.
Taking a sip of the dark red wine, you hummed as the bitternesscoatedg your tongue satisfyingly. “You’re more of a hard liquor type of guy?”
He pointed at you, “Correct.”
Setting the wine glass down for a second, you tilted your head at Satoru, watching him carefully as he cringed at the bitterness of the wine.
“You know,” you spoke in between another large sip of wine, “if you want to date me, then you should probably stop flirting with other girls.”
Satoru looked up from his glass, a white eyebrow etched up on his face. “Flirting with other girls?”
“Yes, flirting with other girls.” Nodding, you gestured to a different table where your waitress was talking to other guests. “Our waitress was obviously flirting with you, and you were eating it up.”
Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed a fraction, “I think I know when a girl is flirting with me, and she was not flirting.”
Scoffing, you leaned forward in your chair. “Are you trying to defend her?”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. The look on Satoru’s face was priceless; he looked so confused that you almost felt bad for getting mad at him. But you could only imagine the looks on Iori and Ieiri’s faces when you would give them the debrief later.
“Her hand was practically feeling yours up when she took the menu.” You widened your eyes, giving him a look of disbelief. “So everyone was right about you.”
Satoru’s nose twitched. “Fine, if you don’t want me to speak to other women, then I won’t.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking around the restaurant.
You honestly weren’t expecting a response like that from Satoru. You pursed your lips, “Good, that’s all I wanted to hear.”
Satoru was right. When the waitress came to your table with your food, Satoru didn’t utter a word to her. He didn’t even spare her a glance when she set his food down, his eyes trained on you while she settled the plate in front of him.
Thanking the waitress before she walked away, you placed your purse in your lap, rummaging around in the bag. “We should take a picture with my camera, so we can show our future children what our first date was like.”
When you looked at Satoru, he had an amused look on his face, gesturing to you to go ahead. “I’m sure they would love to see how hot their dad was in his prime.”
You tried to mask the surprise that was fighting to show on your face. It was unsettling how he went along with everything you have said or done on this date with a smile on his face. He was willing to do whatever you asked of him.
You could not help but laugh at him, “Yeah, sure.”
Dragging your chair over to Satoru’s side of the table, you were sitting pretty close to Satoru before he grabbed your hip, dragging you to sit almost on top of him. “I’m sure they would also love to see how hot their mom was, too.”
His voice was gravelly, sending a wave of shivers down your spine, and you hoped your face wasn’t covered in red as you raised your digital camera. “Okay, make sure you’re smiling and not making a serious face like on your Instagram.”
Satoru chuckled in your ear, “How do you know what my Instagram posts look like? Do you even follow me?”
You ignored him, snapping a few photos before quickly scurrying over to your side of the table, where your huge steak was waiting. You had no idea how you were to finish this, but maybe Iori and Ieiri will get lucky and have some leftovers waiting for them at the apartment when you get back.
You didn’t expect to drink as much as you did at the nice, fancy dinner that Satoru Gojo had planned. You guessed that neither did he, judging by the way he was practically leaning all of his body weight onto you.
After finishing the first bottle, Satoru insisted on another one, quickly calling over another waiter to ask for a bottle similar to the first one that the pair of you had quickly drained.
You groaned, trying to push him upright, but he just laughed at you. He started to laugh so hard, bent over at the waist, that a sudden hiccup escaped his throat. You narrowed your eyes at him, “How are you more drunk than me?”
He lifted his torso back up, covering his mouth when he hiccuped again. “I told you I wasn’t a wine guy.”
Sighing, you leaned against the exterior wall of the nice restaurant, waiting for Ieiri to pick the two of you up.
When you had called your best friend about you and Satoru needing a ride, she thought it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. She was laughing so hard through the speakers that Satoru had asked who was laughing so hard on the phone.
When Ieiri pulled up in her car, Satoru leaned against the side, peering inside to see who it was that was picking the two of you up. His face seemed to light up at the sight of Ieiri.
“Shoko! What a good friend you are to me.”
You could see her rolling her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, can you two get in?”
Reaching for the passenger door, your fingers grazed it before your hand was forcefully ripped away. Satoru had your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together as he shook his other pointer finger in your face.
“Ladies do not open their own door,” he reached for the passenger door, opening it for you.
You stared at his hand that was enveloping your smaller hand. This was the second time tonight that his hand was on yours. Why were you now blushing? It had to be the wine.
Unlacing your fingers from his, you settled into the passenger seat, glancing to Ieiri, who was giving you a look that definitely read ‘what-the-literal-fuck.’ Your best friend leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Hooked ‘em.”
You puffed air into your cheeks to keep from laughing when Satoru opened up the back passenger side door, settling into the backseat.
“To the Kappa house, Shoko.” Satoru yawned from the backseat, leaning forward to point ahead of the two of you.
“A please would be nice, Gojo.” She said with a sneer on her face. “And the Kappa house is the opposite way, dumbass.”
The driveway was lit up at the Kappa house, the party banner still hung from the balcony that overlooked the entrance to the fraternity house. The banner read, “Kappa Welcome Party!” with the art of the school mascot dragging a wagon with dorm supplies piled on it.
Funny, that was your job when Freshmen were moving in, while all Kappa did was throw soap on cars and lazily wash it off while being shirtless.
Ieiri glanced in the rear-view mirror, “Satoru, wake up.”
He stirred in the backseat, yawning before sitting up straight. He threw the door open before opening up the front passenger door, staring down at you once he had it opened.
“Um, what are you doing?” You asked, blinking up at Satoru.
“Walk me inside,” He said, using one of his arms to lean against the car as he stared down at you.
“The guy is supposed to walk the girl to her place or whatever, but I won't have the opportunity to, so walk me inside?”
You wanted to laugh at him. What a diva.
Ieiri held back a snicker from beside you, “Yeah, go walk him inside.”
You reached back and pinched her before stepping out of the car, the warm summer night breeze brushing some of your hair out of your face. Satoru’s hair was messy, as it always was. White strands of hair fell over his forehead, falling over his matching white eyebrows.
He had ditched the regular baseball hat he typically wore around campus, but he still somehow had hat hair.
The walk to the entrance of the Kappa Rho Psi house was quiet, the sound of bugs buzzing around the lights lining the brick driveway, and the waving sound of the light breeze filling the emptiness between the two of you.
“Not gonna lie, I only asked you to walk with me because I thought it would be weird to ask in front of Shoko.”
You looked over at him; his long legs naturally made his stride a lot longer than yours, yet he had slowed down to walk beside you. “Ask me what?”
You both slowed down as you approached the door, and he leaned against one of the pillars on the porch. “Kappa is throwing a bonfire tomorrow, you’re coming with me.”
You blinked at him, “That’s not asking me.”
Satoru sighed, “Okay, fine, I’m telling you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him for a fraction of a second, “Hm…”
His gaze met yours, his eyebrows raising. “Do you want me to grovel?”
Holding up a hand, a small smile rested on your face. “No groveling needed, I’ll come.”
Satoru pulled you into a hug, ruffling your hair as he stepped back. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
You nodded and watched as he stuck his hand out towards you.
“Are you seriously trying to dap me up, right now?” You asked, pursing your lips to keep from laughing.
Satoru’s hand was still sticking out towards you awkwardly, “Please don’t leave me hanging.”
Rolling your eyes, despite the smile on your face, you reached your hand out, the clap crisp as his hand connected with yours.
Satoru didn’t finish the dap-up, though; he clasped his hand in yours, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips as he placed a kiss on your knuckles.
“Night.” He simply spoke, releasing your hand and finishing the handshake with a snap before he stepped inside.
Standing at the door with your lips parted in shock, Ieiri honked from down the driveway.
later that night. 11:24 pm.
“HOLY SHIT.” You heard a scream from the living room, a sound that was so loud that you swore the prints hanging on your bedroom wall shook a little.
The makeup wipe in your hand was caked in makeup from your stranger-than-strange date with Satoru, a blend of foundation, mascara, eye-shadow, and other makeup products mixed into the wipe.
Standing up from your vanity, you throw the makeup wipe into the trash on your way out of your bedroom. Ieiri and Iori were looking at something on Ieiri’s phone, their jaws practically on the ground.
“What are you two screaming about?” You muttered, “I think the building shook a little.”
Ieiri waved you over, her mouth still open.
You walked over to the pair, using your hands to close their mouths once you reached them. Ieiri put the phone in your face, all you are able to see is a blur of pixels.
You grabbed the phone, placing it farther away from your face.
It felt as if you were on a rollercoaster, and the drop was happening that very moment as you viewed the Instagram story from Ieiri’s phone.
Posted on Satoru Gojo’s Instagram story, the account that had nearly 5,000 followers, the account that was branded with shirtless pictures, resort pictures, and fraternity formal flicks, now had your face plastered on it.
When Satoru had asked you for the selfie of the two of you that was taken on your digital camera, you didn’t think anything of it.
Now, you were staring back at the dinner selfie, the one that was now posted on Satoru’s Instagram story. The text on the story read, “Nah, I’d win🌟,” with your Instagram handle tagged right under it.
“Holy shit,” your jaw was the one on the ground now.
Iori grabbed the phone from you, “When you said you hooked him, I didn’t think you would have him like this!”
You threw your arms up, “I had no idea he was going to do that!”
Iori faced the phone screen towards you, your eyes naturally finding Satoru’s blue ones on the story post. “It’s been one day!”
Huffing, you pointed at the phone. “Go to his following.”
Iori tapped on the phone, going straight to his profile, then his ‘following’ section before passing the phone to you. Scrolling, you were sure your jaw was in hell at this point.
Satoru had unfollowed the mass amount of girls he was following before tonight. How you knew he was following a lot of girls was simply because you were curious last night and wanted to take a glance.
You gave up on counting how many girls he had followed. But now, he only followed two. You, and then Shoko. And a newly followed account, the Zeta Mu Theta Instagram account.
Groaning, you covered your face with your hands. Trying to get rid of this guy was going to be a lot harder than you thought.
a/n: omg i just realized that they are veryyy 'sally, when the wine runs out' coded. saur sorry for releasing this so late, shawty was exploring washington state <3
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