ᯓ★ Y/n doesn’t know -fratjo angst/Lovers Nerdjo fluff ᯓ★ ( 1578 words)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that isn’t connected to the actual lore of the character, if you’re a minor please do not read this as my writing is intended for older people. Do not re-upload without my permission, if you do re-upload it please give proper credit. Please keep in mind English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes .
The ‘Alpha Delta Phi' fraternity was filled up with people from different campuses, young sweaty bodies grazing each other. Some people were already vomiting from exceeding their alcohol intake, paper confetti adorned the air and the floor, and there were many cups with spilled drinks too. In addition to that, ‘Just Your Doll' by Snow Strippers was blasting through the speakers; the night was indeed young.
Overstimulated by everything, you were questioning what you were doing at this party. The main plan was to stay awake all night to finish the psychology paper that had to be handed in by the end of the week, but a sudden notification interrupted the concentration bubble that had built up after hours of procrastination. It was a message sent by an unknown number: 'Come *to today’s party at Alpha Delta Phi.' A* heavy sigh left your mouth. 'What the fuck do they want right now?' Your hands slowly reached for your boyfriend’s Gojo hoodie and consequently put it on. The big hoodie felt soft and cozy under your skin. Besides, the scent left by your boyfriend plastered a big smile across your face. After lazily tying up your Converse, you walked in the direction of the fraternity.
While trying to make it through the wave of people, you recognized the tall figure and robust figure just meters away from you, quickly approaching it and wrapping your arms around his torso, but the reaction he gave up when your eyes looked up made you understand, ‘Satoru?' The twins were basically the same; if it wasn’t for the fact that Satoru wore glasses, everyone would mix them up all the time. ‘Y/n? 'What are you doing here?' His voice sounded confused but worried at the same time. 'Why?' You snorted with a joking tone. A worried look was plastered all over his face, so Satoru grabbed your wrist and started moving towards the entrance. All of that happened so abruptly that it annoyed you, so in an aggressive swift, his grip over your wrist got loose. 'What the hell, Satoru?' trying to make yourself audible over the music. 'Is anything wrong?' He was about to answer you until the music ceased, then a mic check was heard. 'Hey, listen up everybody, I've got a special something for you tonight.' It was Gojo's voice.
Your body slowly turned around, and like an automated puppet, your feet guided you closer to the improvised stage at the garden. Lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that Satoru was following you just cm away. Gojo continued talking, ‘My band today will be playing about the nastiest, freakiest little sex puppet I know.' A lingering silence took over the scene in order to create some kind of suspense. ‘F/N!!! ’ he screamed out whilst your friend got up on stage and kissed him. Your heart sank instantly, and your pulse started rising almost instantly, whereas everyone was cheering upon Gojo like he was some type of deity. ‘Y/n doesn’t know that F/n and I do it in my van every Sunday.'
The sound felt far away after Gojo’s first sentence; there were racing thoughts in your mind, but at the same time it was blank. Maybe this is what people meant when they said they felt that their souls left their bodies. Even though the song was just 3 minutes long, it felt like forever to you. When it finally ended, the riff of the guitar made you come into your senses; an expression of anger, disappointment, and disgust was written over your face. While lifting up your gaze, your eyes met up with Gojo's, and the smug smile he had on his face faded immediately, and it turned into a distressed look.
Heart hammering against your chest, you ran and ran away as quickly as possible from that place, but you knew both of them were following. Like it was out of a movie, little drops of rain started falling down from the sky. Stopping to catch your breath, you turned around to Gojo, who was panting as well, and Satoru, who was just a meter away from you guys. He tried approaching but failed as you took a step back. Trying so hard not to cry, some words finally came out but not loud enough: 'Why?' He was still catching his breath and didn’t hear you properly.
This time your lungs were filled with air, and you screamed out. That made your tears finally flow out. ‘WHY?' Only pain was written across your whole existence. ‘WHY GOJO WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?' ‘Y/n…please let me expla—' ‘EXPLAIN? WHAT IS THERE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN, BRO?' It was like nothing inside was working; your body could only respond weirdly. Then from your throat a guttural and painful scream came out: 'WHY?' You took off his hoodie and threw it at him. ‘After everything we’ve gone through, I really thought it meant something to you.' ‘And it di—' He was cut off once again. ‘HOW DARE YOU TELL ME IT DID? YOU STABBED ME BEHIND MY FUCKING BACK AND WITH NO ONE ELSE THAN MY FRIEND, GOJO. YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING LOW-LIFE.' Your chest was going up and down as screaming made your breath go away. Your knees finally gave up, and in an instant you started sobbing.
A couple of minutes passed until hesitant steps were heard; however, a low growl saying, ‘Fuck this, bro,' was heard, and one of them left. Nevertheless, a pair of arms hugged you, trying to provide warmth. With puffy and red eyes, you were met with the gentle expression of Satoru. 'Please, Y/n, let’s go to your dorm; you’ll catch a cold if we don't.' Whilst slightly nodding, his arms picked you up and carried you like a baby.
You guys finally reached the dorm you stayed in. Satoru took out the key card out of your pocket and opened the door. You didn’t share a room, as your parents decided to pay extra for your convenience, and at times like this, it couldn’t have been the best decision made by them. Satoru slowly placed you in the right position while your feet finally reached the floor, like a lifeless doll. He started by taking off your shoes and then your soaked clothes. Satoru was soaked by the rain as well; nonetheless, right now you were his priority. 'Aren't you going to take off your clothes?' you muttered. ‘Right now you’re the one being taken care of, so don't worry about me.' His arms picked you up and took you to the bathroom, where he started filling the bathtub with warm water in order to avoid getting you sick, all of this while Satoru was still carrying you in his embrace, your head gently resting on his chest.
When the bath was ready, he began to let you down, but a whine emerged from your mouth: ‘Please, Satoru, don’t let go. Can't you bathe with me?' ‘He looked at you, and his heart melted immediately as he saw your puppy eyes. "Of course I can, love."' Like before, he gently helped you stand up from the position you were in his arms. Satoru started taking off his shoes, then his clothes, until the only thing left was him in boxers; glancing at you, he asked, 'Are you sure you want this?’ You nodded, and both of you simultaneously removed the last piece of clothing, leaving both sides vulnerable to each other. Satoru was too shy to look up or to uncover his genitalia. After noticing that, you approached him and took his hand. ‘I really want this with you, Satoru.' His face was crimson red from the shyness, but since you reassured him, both of you stepped into the warm bath. He was the first one to sit and rest his back on the cold marble; following him was you positioning yourself between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, and resting your head on his shoulder, whilst he placed his hands on my lower back, hugging me. His skin was a little rough but still a bit soft.
It was so quiet that our heartbeats could be heard. Eventually, Satoru talked. 'Y/n, you have lost weight; your body frame feels smaller.' You didn’t answer. ‘I was the one who texted you,' he blurted out. No reaction again. 'But I found out just today when I went to give Gojo his t-shirt back. He might be my brother, but that doesn’t mean I'll defend him all the time.' You finally looked at him, making Satoru blush. 'I know you meant well.' A small smile formed on your face, then you placed a kiss on his cheek. 'You're like a piece of heaven on earth.' ‘I could say the same, Y/n.' His eyes trailed to your lips. 'Do you want to kiss me?’ The question was so straightforward that it caught him off guard. 'I—' Satoru was interrupted by your soft lips on top of his; soon after, the kiss turned into a soft kiss filled with love. When you broke the kiss, Satoru stared at you. ‘I love you, Y/n. I’ve always done so, and I was jealous of my twin as soon as I heard that you two were dating. I should have told you sooner.' Your hand cupped his face, and then you kissed the tip of his nose. 'It's okay; at least you already told me,' you said while a gentle smile appeared on your face, and his face copied you. Both of your bodies hugged each other again.
‘I love you, Y/n; anywhere with you feels right.'
