𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒—𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉. 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁—𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. (Series)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐬) | 𝖲𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 & 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖴𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒, 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒).
𝖠/𝖭 | 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
Yonderly, Is a word that means mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded. That’s what I felt most of the time.
My eyes were low—red, maybe this was the start of addiction, the relief and pain swept right away when I was high. I always felt like I was floating—is that a cliché? Probably but it felt like what I was experiencing, I’ve never been good with words, affection even. The thought of someone getting to close to prick their fingers right into my heart and run away with the bloods staining their fingers just never sat right with me.
That’s why we became close, we never had to say anything just know we would always be their for each other—it’s like we could understand without knowing what each other were going through, It was a ritual.
You know how religious people go to church every Sunday, drinking wine and talking mindlessly about how god gave us things he knew we could handle to make us the people we are—the big cross hanging above a old man with a brown book in his hand knowing he’ll go home and probably beat the hell out of his wife, maybe even cheat. It’s crazy what little you know about people, I mean people go to church and think everyone in the room is sinless, their sins washing away into a water they call holy because a old hag with a brown book said so.
What I’m trying to say is that me—my friends and me are exactly like that—minus the old hag with a book and the cross. Ever since junior year of high school we always met up every Friday, smoking and drinking, talking shit about the soulless losers that thought they knew a single detail about our lives based off our looks, old actions—our outbursts.
We were always going to be one step behind each other, that’s one thing I liked about them—the fact if anyone would open their mouths to say something about one of us we’ll have their backs.
“ what I’m tryna say is—well tits are not better than ass. “ Saturo answered back to Suguru, “ I’m not fond of agreeing with this prick but he isn’t wrong, I mean yeah they’re sweet to look at but you could do a lot with a tone of ass. “ Toji answered, wetting the bottom of his lip—“exactly! I mean of course you could titty fuck, but nothing compares to watching ass smack against your thighs as your dick slides out and in of her. “ Saturo answered back, earning groans and chuckles from a few of us.
“ Jesus—Iets just agree to having our own opinions on things m’kay? “ Geto—the driver responded, tapping his ringed index finger on the wheel.
“ I’m only agreeing because I’m right. “ Gojo said before locking eyes with me, one of his cut eyebrow raised at me with a smirk playing on his mouth. “ What? “ I responded groggy, had I been sleep? I mean I thought I was awake the whole time, I still feel high so maybe I just spaced out.
“ What type of guy are you—“ he asked with a tilt to his head, a few strands of platinum falling, “ Ass or Tits? “ He asked, I never really thought about it, I mean every guy knows what he’s into, sex was like a cure for most men. I just didn’t really bother with it y’know? The whole kinks and shit, or if one girl had bigger racks than other, this was just something I normally listened to whenever Geto, Gojo & Toji got laid which was often.
“ I’m not sure, never really thought about it. “ I responded, my eyes turning towards the rare view mirror where Geto looked at me through, his eyes moving back to the road to turn.
“ come on, you have to have a favorite—everybody does! “ Gojo screeched, you could tell he was serious about this conversation, “ Tits I guess? “ I responded, only gaining a pair of rolled eyes from him, “ So everyone is just unhappy and lame in this car—never had good sex? “ he mumbled, he was so sure he was right which made me smile a little.
“ we’re here. “ Geto said with a grunt, opening his car door—we followed behind him.
Sorayama University, it was a little grungy but polished, I lived about 5 minutes off of campus in a little apartment—I never liked sharing space, I mean I can deal with them but only for a bit.
A fountain that looked like it hadn’t been turned on in months was displayed in the middle of the campus, which everyone was. Waiting for any sort of teachers or staff to arrive and give their little speech or whatever.
The boys had settled into their dormitories, or the ZOD house, known as Zeta Omega Delta, another cliché really, I can see gojo in a frat—just fitted him, even Toji. Geto I was just simply shocked a little bit but I mean Geto is a mystery most of the time.
We sat at a bench, in the middle of the grounds, kids walking past us. Simply ignoring our existence—some kids already making out, girls already becoming friends which I knew wouldn’t even last longer than five seconds, and the I set my eyes on her.
She was standing next to future doctor Shoko leiri—Shoko was a close friend to me, similar to me in a way, I mean she knew what she wanted to do with her life, but she was quiet, often just smoking and chilling around quietly—observing.
And the pretty girl who was talking shoko’s head off just happened to caught my eye, the black thin chocker wrapped around her throat, the combat boots that had few scratches on them, the shorts that stopped underneath her ass, and the black camisole with a dark plaid button-up shirt as a jacket.
Her hair styled up a high ponytail, chipped black nail polish and a few strands of loose hair.
She was perfectly imperfect, I felt my high wash away with something different—maybe it was lust, maybe I just needed to fuck something badly.
It had to be that—I simply just had to be built up, my mouth was dry and it felt like the world was slowing down around me.
“ earth to Choso! “ Saturo yelled, snapping his fingers in my face, I blink a few times before turning my head to him. “what?” I asked annoyingly—I promise if it’s something so idiotic I will punch him, not really but I will mentally punch him.
“A Party at the ZOD house, need you to bring y’know, weed and shit— I’ll pay you good money. “ He spoke, the glasses blocking our eye contact—“ yeah, fine whatever. “ I said rubbing my eyes and shifting the headphones that rested on my neck ontop of my ears.
“ what’s got his panties in a twist. “ Saturo muffled voice muttered—my eardrums blasting with Clown by Korn.
As I looked over to the spot where she and shoko where standing there was nothing—no longer the angel I planted my eyes on standing in that spot.
The room was illuminated with purple LED lights, that me and the boys hung up before we began this whole party thing.
The air quality foggy and low clouds, weed obviously that I had provided, earning myself with some customers, drinks that Gojo provided with his little Amex card.
Everything felt slow around me, the room only tripping out even more with how foggy and colorful it was. Whose idea was this?
“ we’re gonna get a drink, you good? “ Geto nudged my shoulder, I widen my eyes before nodding, giving him the go.
I sat there, straight faced, eyes low—red solo cup in my dominant hand. Man spreaded on this couch with in no doubt in a couple of weeks will be a sex crime.
The spot beside me shifted, the couch sinking with who I presumed was Geto, the other spot to my right didn’t move which made me question where gojo was.
I looked to who I thought was Geto but no, I was mistakenly wrong—the same high ponytail girl from earlier sat next to me.
In an halter top that showed her cleavage, and a denim mini skirt—patent leather stiletto boots. Jesus she was hot, I gulped down air—my mouth gone dry once again. That fucking stupid little affect she had on me.
“ Hi, I’m Y/n—“ she started, her lips curling in a smile before extending her slender hand towards me—which I gladly took. Up close she’s even more gorgeous, and don’t even get me started on her scent, she smelt like cherries and vanilla. I grabbed her hand tightly, moving it up and down before releasing.
“ sorry, your friend gojo? He told me you sell—uhm I don’t know if you have anything left but I was wondering if I can buy some weed off of you? “ She stammered, her voice soft, nervous—breaking, “ First time? Buying I mean. “ was the first thing I said to her, a smile covered her face, her chest moving in a laugh that escaped her glossy lips.
Something that I was going to treasure, “ I’m sorry—is it that obvious? “ she said biting her bottom lip, my cock jumping in my sweatpants from that little action.
“ You all stammering with your words and stuff, anxious—so yeah very. “ I answered low.
“ Gotcha, I’ll work on it—so? “ Her eyes looking me up and down, maybe checking me out or the weed is genuinely cooking my brain.
I slide my hands into my pocket two little baggies left, I pinch one between my index and middle—sliding my hand out my pocket and placing the little bag on her thigh.
“ Thanks, how much do I owe you? “ she asked picking up the bag and placing it on the left side of her tit—yeah I was a tits guy.
“ don’t worry bout it, first party of the semester—just have a good night. “ I responded, I didn’t really care about the money when I did this job, but it wasn’t cheap either, probably the only time I would do this for her.
Emphasize on the maybe, “ Thank you, really—I didn’t get your name? “ she thanked me with a smile, I think I came in my pants just off of the fact that I made her smile.
“ Right—Choso “ I responded, our eyes never leaving each other, I swear for a moment her eyes looked at my lips. God I need to stop smoking. “ Well again, thank you Choso. “ She responded before leaving.
The sound of my name leaving out her lips was the best thing I had ever heard—this was going to be a long four years.
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