Fratjo and his “good girl” best friend that he always keeps at arms reach (this is more of a self-insert than anything, sorry)
⚠️: Angst, Suggestive, Cursing, No Curse AU, College kids!, Reader is academically/leadership popular not pretty-popular iykwim :c INSECURITIES not proofread
It all started when you caught Satoru talking to one of his friends at a party. Everyone was having fun, shots poured, salivas exchanged, and limbs entangled. This wasn’t your idea of a fun time, but Satoru loved dragging you into his parties. He claimed you had to come because your best friend (him), was the president of Jujutsu Phi.
You still refused to drink or smoke. Honestly, you were just afraid of falling into vices. Satoru loved that about you and maybe that was sick. He loved how good you were—pliant.
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A few years ago, he ran into you at the freshman’s orientation. He was bored out of his mind, but apparently, it was “required”. When he saw you, on your cute pink iPhone, adjusting your glasses, he KNEW he had to talk to you.
Not because you’re pretty or breathtaking, you just…piqued his interest.
“Hey, pretty…” Satoru spoke as he approached you from behind.
You immediately jumped, feeling uncomfortable. “S—Sorry, do I know you?”
“You’re about to, baby.” Once he flashed that smile, you were hooked.
He was so pretty… too pretty. Why was he even talking to you? Throughout high school, boys never looked. They looked at your pretty friends with eyes that shone, lips like pillows, and smiles like heaven. You’ve never resented them, but it definitely always hurt when they’d “ditch” you to hangout with their boyfriends.
From that day on, he took you everywhere—basically inseparable. He’d call you, text you, kiss you, and cuddle with you.
Physical touch—it’s all you’ve ever wanted, but you knew he slept around. You let yourself fall into the trap because you believed that it was all you were ever going to get from a man.
We take the love we deserve, right?
And maybe, all you deserved was fleeting love and recurring confusion.
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Satoru always helped you past your insecurities, knowing he added onto the situation.
“You’re so cute, angel. Like you could do no wrong.” He spoke with a growing smirk on his face.
“Really?” You asked with a sweet, shy smile on your face.
Satoru thought that you were absolutely adorable. God! He was going to eat you up.
It’s not like you were an insecure loner. You were smart, confident, cute—but maybe that’s all it was. Cute-pretty, never beautiful, sexy, or hot. Yeah, you weren’t the type of girl he’d usually be around, but your calm chaos created a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Maybe that’s why you accepted Satoru into your life. He gave you the validation you never had from men.
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Back at the party, you heard your name by the living room and decided to eavesdrop. Satoru was surrounded by girls and a few of his friends. He was different with them; rowdy, noisy, and arrogant is what he becomes around them. You knew it was wrong to listen in… or so you thought until—Toji asked a question.
“What’s with you and Y/N?” He started. “Is she really your girlfriend or is she just a good fuck, man?” Toji added with a teasing scoff.
“Girlfriend? You know I don’t do that shit. And I don’t do her.” He scoffed. Toji rolled his eyes in response, barely believing the white-haired man’s response.
“As if, you’re always with her, Satoru.” Suguru spoke, clearly not believing the words that left his best friend’s mouth. “You clearly like her.”
“Hah, the Great Gojo Satoru likes ‘good girl’ cunt?” Sukuna teased, and the girls surrounding them laughed. “Probably have to teach her everything? Aweee is that a kink?” Toji added.
“Come on, guys, that’s not nice. Y/N’s sweet.” Choso spoke up but was quickly drowned out by the guys’ boisterous laughter.
“Shut up.” Satoru spat as he took another swig of his beer. “She’s not even my fucking type.” He tried to justify. “I fucking hate her teeth, how she can’t even stand straight, and her uneven eyes. Disgusting.” Your heart broke with every syllable that rolled off of his tongue.
He overcompensated. What the fuck was he even saying? He loved your everything. The way you smiled even with crooked teeth and visible canines. How your hair cascaded so unflatteringly when your hair rubs on your pillow too much. When you laugh or cry so much that you turned red.
Satoru was enamored, but this was supposed to be a game. He just wanted you to run around for him.
“Don’t be an asshole, Satoru.” Suguru’s voice cut through the cruel laughter.
“What’s it to ‘ya?” Satoru replied, trying to remain nonchalant. “Maybe you’re the one who wants ‘good girl’ cunt.”
Suguru just scoffed, drinking from his cup right after.
“I just befriended her ‘cause I was bored, okay? Nothing more to it.” Satoru spoke before he could stop the words from falling. He was as drunk as a skunk.
“Really?” You finally spoke up. Everyone turned to you.
“Oh, angel, I didn’t know you were here… come on..” he patted his lap shamelessly, asking you to sit.
You spill your drink over his head. “What the hell?!” He yells as he stands to tower over you.
“What the hell’s going on with you?!” His face was red, clearly fuming. “What’s wrong with you?!” You retort.
“You’re a bitch, Gojo Satoru! A fucking bitch in heat! I hope you catch an STD!” You yelled so loudly that everyone around you was shocked. You were usually kind and polite. Satoru definitely pushed you over.
You left as soon as the scene got bigger. Why the hell would he say all that?! Were the kisses, cuddles, and words meaningless?
You needed to cry, but you always went to Satoru when you needed to cry. He soothed you. He was your person.
Was.
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Part 2