summary: frat boy gojo is an academic weapon by day and party animal by night. with his model looks and charming personality, he could go for anyone he wants. but ever since he met you, he's been completely heart-struck. you're one of the few people to share his nerdy interests and the only one who unknowingly makes his heart beat a million times per minute. but will he be able to successfully pull you without anyone getting in the way?
notes: this is a rewrite of my series! deleting the old version lowkey hurt but this is more in-depth. i also renamed it because the other title was too long. if you can tell i know nothing about digimon and physics so if anyone would like to educate me pls do 𼲠anyways enjoy reading đŤśđ˝
contents: sfw, fluff, crack, fem!reader, mentions of insecurities, swearing, mention of hookups (no actual smut), a lot of dialogue and texting
satoru gojo was a man who had always stood out effortlessly. the way he holds himself in that lazy charismatic mannerâhe knows what heâs doing. wherever he went, people were so drawn to him you would think he was a human magnet.
satoru had won the lottery in life. he could literally model with how tall and unique-looking he is, he comes from an insanely rich family, heâs popular, the vp of his fraternity (he turned down the role as frat president because he thought it would be too boring), and heâs on top of all of his studies.
heâs also a strong party animalâ okay, strong may not be the best word. after the first few parties, it was a known fact that satoru gojo canât hold his liquor well. but either way, a party was not a party without satoruâs presence.
when heâs often asked how heâs so smart despite always being seen at every function, he just shrugs and hits them with the:
âi donât even study like that. i guess itâs a natural talent of mineâ which he knew would only make people envy him 10 times more.
however that statement could not be further from the truth.
if heâs not at the frat house then heâs hiding out at the back of the library. heâs typically wearing a hoodie and sunglasses to disguise his distinct cloudy white hair and cerulean eyes. he goes to these random but extreme lengths just so he can fully lock in with studying without any distractions.
during all of his lectures he sits at the very front either attentively taking notes or arguing back and forth with his professors. his friends sat with him find it hilarious, he calls it dedication to the course.
this one time one of his professors were so annoyed with him they said that maybe he should teach the lesson instead. rather than doubling down in his seat, satoru proudly stood up and walked over to where his professor was standing at the front and took over the lesson for the rest of the hour.
safe to say the professor was left in shock when the students admitted without any bias that they learned better with satoru explaining and breaking down the topic inâŚdessert terms?
anyone can see why his ego is through the roof, itâs like the world bends in his favour.
the first time satoru properly notices you is during his favourite classâphysics, hence why itâs also his major. you were a few rows behind him when you raised your hand to answer the professorâs question.
you see, satoru is one of those people who will shamelessly twist his entire body to face whoever raises their hand to talk and stare into their soul. he most likely doesnât even realise how creepy he looks to everyone else when he does that. is it a subconscious method to taunt them or is he just like that? who even knows anymore.
and of course, heâs now doing the exact same to you.
you rarely speak up in this class because most of the time the content seriously confuses you. but to your surprise, you actually got the question right! seems like your studying was truly paying off.
whilst youâre mentally celebrating in your head, you accidentally make eye contact with a pair of the most brightest blue eyes you think youâve ever seen. in this moment all you can think is:
why the hell is gojo staring at me like that?
you briefly know about this guyâbut really who doesnât know him? your roommate shoko is also good friends with him and mentions funny drunken stories about him from time to time.
his eyes are wide open towards you and his mouth slightly agape. to you it looks like heâs spaced out, but you donât notice how heâs now gone slightly pink by the ears.
unfortunately for you, your facial expressions will speak before you get the chance to. your eyebrows furrow and your face scrunches up into a heavily concerned look whilst he stares at you like youâve solved world hunger.
you then remember that you have free will and donât have to endure this slightly embarrassing atmosphere. so like the most natural thing you think to do, you look down to your notes and start acting like youâre busy writing notes to avoid this already awkward situation.
meanwhile satoruâs mind is having an existential crisis of its own. heâs in a state of complete awe the moment his eyes land upon you. heâs never seen you properly up until now and he doesnât want to turn away anytime soon.
he doesnât miss how your face screwed up at his stare. fuck, he probably looks like a creep right now. yet he couldnât bring himself to turn away. it was like your resting bitch face and contrasting soft voice held him in a trance. dramatic much?
now heâs just mad at himself for not noticing you all this time. heâs still stuck in a complete daze until-
âgojo! turn back around and focus!â professor yaga shouted which causes him to jump in his seat from shock. the whole class abrupts into laughter and he can only nervously chuckle before turning away.
wait a minuteâŚwas he seriously still staring at you this whole time? even after you looked away?
at this point, youâre worried that something was on your face and he happened to noticed of all people. ugh, just your luck.
the bell rings and satoruâs packing up his things slower than usual in hopes of being able to talk to you.
âbro whatâs taking you so long?â his friend groaned to which he rolls his eyes.
âdonât wait up for me, i need to ask the prof somethingâ
he slowly grew impatient in waiting for you to come down, so he decided to finally leave. just as he left his row-
âow!â yep. he had now bumped into you. this day was clearly not in his favour. he couldnât even apologise straight away when he sees you in front of him. youâre even more beautiful up close. he scans you over to act like heâs checking if you hurt. but really itâs an excuse to look at you for longerâlike he has to memorise your face.
you perfectly emulate the vibes of the mc from a dreamy shoujo anime. from the way your tinted lip gloss plumps your perfect lips, to how your pink double off the shoulder top hugs your torso in all the right places, along with your pretty plaid brown & pink skirt that emphasised your simple but effective style. and god, your scent. he could faintly smell your perfume of something like vanilla and a bakery.
âoh shit, my bad!â his voice cracked which only reminded him how bad he was messing this up.
fuck my fucking chungus life.
he can redeem himselfâŚright?
âsorry love, i shouldâve watched where i was goingâ he shines his typical, flashy grin whilst rubbing his nape to compose himself.
âumâŚdonât worry, itâs all good.â you glance at him once with a quick but polite smile.
your beautifully manicured nails tap against your tote bag as you walk away. he then notices your badge of biyomon from digimon pinned to your bagâalongside many other badges of multiple animes and games.
his eyes lit up like a puppy being shown its favourite treats. now heâs 100% certain that youâre heaven sent.
of course, satoru was a nerd in other aspects. whether it be something mundane like the gym or his subjects, but they were more respectable interests. not that he cared about what people had to say or anythingâŚ
okay maybe just a little.
it all came down to feeling like he had a reputation to uphold since he was a child. his parents constantly drilled into his head to act a certain way. as he grew older, it became easier to defy them and their expectations.
but their reminders would still linger in the back of his mind. words that told him to hide his flaws from the rest of the world and to only show the best version of himself. sometimes it was easier said than done to ignore it all.
âwait up!â he jogs up to you whilst trying to not appear so frantic.
you hear him, but you keep walking, simply assuming that he was calling out to one of his friends who were sat next to him. imagine your shock when gojo is now in front of you and stopping you in your tracks.
âwere you talking to me?â you ask, slightly startled.
you wonât lie and say this feels kind of intimidating. his 6 foot something frame is currently towering over you and youâre truly lost on what he could possibly want to say to you right now. but at the same time, these pet names heâs giving you makes your heart unknowingly skip a beat.
is he about to bully you?
yeahâŚso you have an obvious tendency of assuming the worst case scenario. youâre not even sure why your mind went there but it seemed to be the most plausible explanation.
âis everything okayâŚ?â
âeverythingâs great! sorry, i know this is random but i saw your biyomon badgeâdo you play?â
oh? your tense shoulders drop and you lightly giggle because that was the last question you expected to be asked. that heavenly sound makes his lips curve upwards into a soft smile.
âyeah, i play occasionally. i used to be obsessed with the anime as well because of my older brother who put me on when we were younger.â
you continue your walk to your next class, but now with gojo joining you by your side.
âum, what do you think of digimon? do you play as well?â you ask inquisitively.
âwho, little old me?â he asks like heâs been waiting his entire life for this question âof course i love it!â he grins like itâs second nature and wow his teeth are beaming.
âbeen playing since i was child as well. every other game out there just wasnât it for me. iâve binge watched the anime so many times that iâve lost track now. but now because of all these frat duties and exams in the way, i rarely ever get the time.â
âugh, i hear that. you know my friend shoko, right?â
âyeah! weâve been friends since middle schoolânow why has she done me the disservice of not introducing us to each other sooner enough?â
you laugh, a little bit flustered and unsure on what to say to that.
âshe once asked me if digimon was like a sequel to pokĂŠmon! i forced her to listen to me ramble on for hours about how theyâre not the same.â
âshe said the exact same thing to me too! i had to put her in timeout, the disrespect was insane.â he sighs dramatically at the memory, meanwhile youâre dying at the thought of shoko accepting her fate in timeout.
âat this point iâm convinced she gets a thrill out of rage baiting everyone around her.â
your steps come to a hault when you look up and realise youâre at your next class.
âoh- this is my class.â
youâre kind of upset that your conversation has to come to an end so soon.
âwaitâsorry darling, i didnât catch your name?â
âiâm [name], and you?â
âa beautiful name for a beautiful girl.â he winks at you.
why is he such a flirt, and why does it work on you?
âiâm satoru gojo, but you can just call me satoru. um, soâ i know this is sudden but do you think i can get your number? iâd love to talk more with you.â
ây-yeah, iâd really like that.â pulling your phone out to exchange numbers.
when you give him your phone so he can put in his number, your hands brush against his briefly. his larger hands feel warm and surprisingly soft. you jolt back slightly whereas he doesnât shy away, still smiling brightly before giving your phone back with his contact in.
âgreat! iâll text you later today?â
âthatâs fine, bye satoru!â you wave him goodbye as you head inside your class. he waves back and he already knows that youâre going to be the death of him when he hears you say his nameâheâd literally give you anything you asked for.
you couldnât even properly focus in your next class, your mind kept going back to satoru. ugh, this was so dumb. you only had like one conversation yet here you are unable to stop thinking about him.
if your friends shoko and utahime were with you right now and saw how you became after one interaction with a guy, theyâd definitely force you to go out with them and actually socialise. that honestly sounded like your personal hell.
but then again, you couldnât keep them in the dark, could youâŚ?
your fingers have already found your trioâs group chat like muscle memory and now typing away like your life depends on it.
you: you guys wonât believe who i spoke to today
you: freaking satoru gojo
you: heâs in my physics class
hime đ¤: ugh, that weirdo? you can do sm better babe
you: pls we only had one convo, i donât think itâs like that
you: even tho he flirted w me
you: idk tho maybe iâm reading into it
sho đ¤: be honest, what do you think of him?
you: hmm honestly? i think heâs cute
you: we got each otherâs numbers so maybe weâll talk more?
you: also sho we lowkey talked abt you
sho đ¤: good things i hope? đ¤¨
you: i mean he told me about how he put you in timeout�
sho đ¤: is that his weak ass attempt at impressing you? itâs just a regular occurrence atp lol
hime đ¤: why am i not surprised đ¤Śđťââď¸
hime đ¤: but [name] just be careful, you never know how it truly is with these frat guys
you didnât want to admit it, but utahime had a good pointâa point you were trying to ignore. there was a high chance that satoru was simply a natural flirt and was like that with every other girl. whoâs to say that youâre any special?
you: yeah maybe youâre right
you set your phone down after sending the last text, not wanting to give it anymore thought.
a few hours later, school wasnât finished yet but satoru had a free session which was a good time to head to the library.
heâs once again zoned out and grinning to himself, thinking back to his earlier interaction with you and how the conversation began to flow so easily. sure, heâs flirted with other girls before for quick and easy hookupsâbut everything about this time felt different.
âyo, satoru!â a familiar voice called out, snapping him out of his daze. he immediately recognised the voice to be none other than suguru geto, his childhood best friend and now in the same fraternity as him. âi wasnât even that far behind you, how did you not hear me the first two times? you turning old nâ deaf or something?â
âoh, i was daydreaming!â satoru joyfully exclaims with a hint of sarcasm. wellâŚis it still sarcasm if itâs true?
âhaha, very funny.â suguru mocks monotonously, âwhat were you really so lost in thought about anyways?â
ânothing! just the usual assignments..â he answers way too quickly, raising suguruâs suspicions even further.
âsure, sureâŚâ he replies doubtfully but decides to not dwell on it for now. heâd get the real answer out of him later. âanyways, you ready for tonightâs party?â
âshit, thatâs today?â
âsatoru, how are you forgetting as the fratsâ vice president? didnât you literally plan it?â
âyesâŚâ he groans âitâs cool though, i wouldâve found out anyways by the time i came back to the house and saw the party happening.â
âthatâs notâ you know what? sure.â
âwaitâ what time does it start again?â
âjust how on earth are you still the vice president?â
âiâm kidding! geez! take a chill pill suguru, think i saw a grey hair pop out from those so called âshinyâ locks of yours.â his evil snicker echoes.
âyouâd know a lot about grey hair wouldnât you? your whole hair is basically grey...â the petty raven head deliberately mutters just loud enough to be heard by his friend.
âWATCH IT!â he shrieks loudly and completely offended, âDO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS- NO WAITâ GUYS AS WELL LOVE MY LUSCIOUS CLOUDY LOCKS?! OR HOW MANY MODELLING AGENCIES HAVE BEEN HUNTING ME DOWN?â
âi donât think grandmas and grandpas who mistake you as their age-mate countâŚâ
âdoes your mom count?â
the faint scent of cheap perfume, alcohol and weed lingered in the winter air, a usual sign that the party had just begun. although satoru came at what he thought was an early time, the house was already almost packed. the bass of the music grew louder with each step to the frat house.
as satoru entered the house, he immediately felt all of the stares on him. they werenât stares of judgement âwell, aside from the anomalies that were nanami and sukunaâ but looks of admiration. even in the low lit room and with his sunglasses on, it was still heavily obvious.
sorority girls eyed him up and down, smirking at him shamelessly whilst the frat bros cheered at the sight of their fellow vice president.
âabout time you showed up!â
âfashionably late huh?â
ânot my fault everyoneâs always so eager to see me~â he teases whilst making his way to the kitchen for a drink, the crowd practically parts ways for him alone.
the musicâs just loud enough to block out all of his worries for now. he takes the ladle to try out whatever new horrendous drink was created and deal with the consequences of his hangover tomorrow.
âsatoru~â a hand snaked to his shoulder from behind, her nails clawing into his shoulder almost possessively. he flinches at the familiar yet unwanted touch.
he immediately knew who it was, not even bothering to turn around and bless her with his full engagement. he glanced backwards at her briefly before speaking up âmei mei, hi.â
âiâve missed you yâknow? feels like i barely see you around anymoreâ she takes it upon herself to go around the table and face him directly, meanwhile satoru suddenly finds the bowl of the unknown juice very interesting.
âhmm, might be because i donât want to see you?â which receives a low chuckle from her.
âstill as funny as ever i seeâ
âi wasnât joking?â he replies earnestly to which her smirk slightly falters.
mei mei was satoruâs ex from almost a year ago, which explains why he had no energy to entertain any kind of conversation with her. talking to a wall wouldâve been much more interesting in his eyes.
their breakup last year wasâŚmessy to say the least. satoru initiated it which mei mei did not take well.
she only ever saw him as her personal ATM machine or for sex. of course, as a boyfriend he had no problem for either matter. after all he came from a stupidly rich family and he didnât mind fulfilling her needs too. but thatâs all there was to it. like his love was something transactional.
any basic level of respect was practically one-sided from satoruâs end. during the relationship it seemed like mei mei just wanted to boast that she had the infamous satoru gojo solely exclusive to her and her only, as if he was a special prize to be paraded around.
realising mei mei was still in front of him and moving closer by the minute, now torturing him with her usual speech about how she misses them together, satoru sighed dramatically before interrupting her,
âwell, this was not nice but iâm going to leave now. i think i see nanamin calling me over there? okay baii~ânanami was in fact not calling for him. ironically, he avoids satoru in the same way satoru does from mei mei. but he might as well harass nanami whilst heâs still at the party, right?
âNA NA MINâ oh hey shoko!â he stops to talk to her, to which nanami on the other side of the living room takes the initiative to escape the party and ultimately escape satoru.
âactually, no! donât âhi gojoâ me!â raising his hand dismissively before continuing on with his rant âwhen were you gonna tell me about [name]? were you planning to hide her away forever like mother gothel did to rapunzel?â
âwhat are you talking about? she just doesnât like the party scene so she doesnât come with us. thatâs probably why you havenât met her properly yet since now.â
âoh!âŚrightâ i knew that. what i REALLY meant was why havenât you introduced me to her?â
âwhy should i have to? sheâs not the type to want a one and done deal like you. plus you donât need to know all of my female friends you perv.â
âshoko you donât understand, i havenât even thought about anything like that with her.â he reaffirms âand stop thinking of me as some sort of slut! i donât just think with my dick unlike others hereâŚâ
âso what exactly do you want from me?â she sighs as she lights up her cigarette. she can sense that heâs being truly genuine in his tone and desperation.
âbe my wingwoman! put in a good word for me, your good old childhood friend, please?â he pouts like a kicked puppy to attempt guilt-tripping her. it doesnât work. âwhat does she think of me so far?â
âoh my god satoru, you sound so pathetic right now.â she groans whilst debating how much she should let on. âum..she thinks youâre cool i guess?â
âcool in a hot way or friendly way?â
âwaitâ sheâs single right?â
âwould she have taken your number if she wasnât?â
âi donât know, it hasnât stopped other girls from talking to me in the past.â he shrugs cluelessly.
shoko rolls her eyes for a good ten seconds, now contemplating if utahime was right. âyes. sheâs single.â
âphew!â he comically wipes the imaginary sweat off his forehead âthe last thing i needed was another girlâs angry partner plotting on my downfall.â
ârightâŚwell good luck with that satoru. iâm gonna go harass choso for a deal on his stash, shitâs getting too pricey these days.â she murmurs in annoyance, already waving him off and speed-walking away before he can bombard her with fifty more questions.
although your friends were usually out at a party on a friday night, you were currently in the kitchen of your and shokoâs shared dorm baking kinder bueno stuffed cookies. it was also in good preparation for shokoâs inevitable hangover tomorrow morning.
it wasnât like your friends were leaving you out, rather they often begged you to come and join them. but after your small share of parties in freshman year, you knew it wasnât for you. it may seem pretty boring but youâve always preferred the quiet nights to yourself.
just as youâre waiting for the cookies that were fresh from the oven to cool down, your phone on the counter pings notifying you of a text.
you: is that my new nickname?
satoru: only if you want it to be ;)
heâs flirting right? you might as well be bold back.
you: but only if i can give one to you too đ
god, youâre pretty sure this is how your ten year old cousin flirts with her five different boyfriends. but she must also be onto something if she has five of themâŚ
satoru: even if itâs degrading i wonât mind đĽš
you: youâre so weird đ
you: what do you think of toru?
satoru: from now on you can only call me that
you: okayy (â¸â¸> á´â˘â¸â¸)
satoru: what r you up to rn? iâm missing you at this partyđ
he sends a picture of him pouting dramatically. the pictureâs angled up high whilst heâs sat on the couch, so you donât miss how his t-shirt clings tightly onto his well-defined body. heâs wearing expensive sunglasses that conceal his bright eyes. he looksâŚreally good. but why does he have sunglasses on inside?
you: not really a fan of parties, sorry (,, ⸠,, )
you: iâm waiting for these cookies i made to cool down as we speak
you send a selfie of you winking at the camera and making a peace sign with the tray of cookies still in frame behind you.
satoru: and the cookies too đ
you: youâre such a flirt
satoru: seems like i canât help it when it comes to you
satoru: but seriously, those cookies look amazing đ¤¤
you: thank you! maybe i can make you some in the future
satoru: iâd absolutely love that :)
satoru: also yk how we have that physics test on monday?
you: now why would you remind me (âĽďšâĽ)
satoru: because i have a proposition for you!
satoru: you, me, and a study date tomorrow at the library? đ
a study date? does he mean it like a real date?
okay, act cool act coolâ
you: iâm down :) what time?
satoru: 3pm work for you?
you: yes! ( ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż Ë á Ë )
satoru: great! canât wait to see you ;)
you give his message a like whilst your heart beats so loudly it feels like itâs going to pound out of your chest. how did one conversation with him already land you a date only a few hours later?
meanwhile at the frat party, satoruâs grinning from ear to ear at his phone. heâs trying to be discreet so to not raise any suspicion, but heâs failing miserably.
mei mei on the other side of the room is still watching him like a hawk, not missing how he lights up whilst typing away. sheâs seen him with other girls after they broke up but this time it looks completely different. judging from his facial expressions alone, he seems so much more genuine. way more genuine than heâd ever been with her.
âstudy date, huh?â brown eyes from behind the couch peak over satorusâ shoulder to view his text chain.
âSUGURU! can you mind your damn business?!â he groans in embarrassment.
âis this what had you zoned out earlier? a little crush?â
seeing no effort in lying to his best friend, he admitted âsomething like that, yeah.â sighing since finally confessing that out loud for the first time.
âinteresting, didnât think you were one for crushes.â suguru jumps over the couch (very nonchalantly) to take up the spare seat next to him.
âiâm not. butâŚi donât even know man. sheâs real cute. i just met her in my physics class today and sheâs now living in my head rent free.â his hands drag over to cover his face.
suguru studies his friend a little longer, itâs kind of amusing to see how perplexed he feels by possibly having a crush on someone. âseems intenseâ he comments.
âoh trust me. i feel sick, but in a good way? like as i was texting her, it felt like i had moths in my stomach.â
âyou mean butterflies?â
ânah. pretty sure the saying is moths, dumbass.â
âi guess broâŚso youâre planning to just study as a date? seems pretty boring if you ask me.â
âyâknow itâs not illegal to speak in the library right? iâm obviously going to try and get to know her more whilst we study. itâs called multitasking, or a more fancy term, maximising my utilityâ he states matter of factly.
âiâm sure âtalkingâ is all you plan to do.â suguru teases playfully.
âHUUHH? whyâd you say talking like that you creep?! and shoko tried calling me the pervertâŚâ he mumbles (still offended by shoko) which makes suguru burst out laughing.
regardless, one thing was certain. satoru was mentally kicking his feet in excitement, barely able to wait for tomorrow to come.
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