五条 悟 ˎˊ˗ ᯓ frat!jo just loves fucking his nerdy little girlfriend while she's reading ! (m.list)
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you’re flat on your stomach, book open in front of you, while your boyfriend’s mean cock slams into your cunt from behind. your glasses are already lying somewhere on the floor and every thrust shoves your hips into the mattress and knocks the air out of your lungs, but he doesn’t care.
he just keeps driving deeper, hips snapping hard enough to make your ass ripple with every impact.
“read sweets,” he orders, a low moan vibrating against your ear. his hand fists in your hair, keeping your face tilted toward the page. “every word, baby. don’t stop.”
he's been making you hoarsely read out blurry words for a good hour, and your voice is shaking as you read out the next scentence. “the…the knight entered the hall—mnghhhh!”
another brutal thrust punches the rest of the line into a broken moan. he doesn’t let up. his cock drags almost all the way out before he rams back in, stretching your soaked pussy around him until your own juices are dripping down your thighs and onto his white sheets.
“keep going,” he growls, and you can practically hear the grin on his lips. the headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. your cunt clenches around him, slick and greedy, but he only laughs and fucks you harder. “mm, don’t you dare skip a line baby.”
you swallow, eyes blurring on the text. your mind is mush, and you can barely get any words oit. “h-he… he approached the, hnghhh, throne—” your words fracture into a whimper when he grinds deep onside you, his pelvis pressing flush to your ass, cock pulsing inside your walls.
"oh baby," he coos mockingly. his breath is hot on your nape and his fingers dig into your shoulders "c'mon, you've been ignoring me 'cause of that fuckass book! i wanna know what the hell that book has that i don't!" his voice shifts into a pouty whine.
tch, jealous bastard.
he stays buried like that for a second, letting you feel every inch of his dick buried in your cunt. and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your pussy again, fast and merciless.
your voice cracks. “and…and demanded an audience with the queen—hahhhhh!” each syllable comes out shaky, interrupted by the wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of your sopping cunt taking him so well. he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.
“louder,” he says, biting your shoulder. “i want to hear every fucking word, babycakes.”
you try again, voice hoarse. “the queen mnghh…she r-rose from her seat—oh my gooooddd!” he slams in so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second, then drops you back down, cock driving straight into that spot that makes your vision white out.
your walls flutter around him, close to breaking, but he doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you like some sex-deprived maniac.
“good fuckin' girl,” he pants, fucking you through it. “don’t stop until i fill you up, 'mkay? come on baby, i'm almost there.”
you choke out the next line, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and his relentless thrusts. the book trembles in your hands, pages crinkling so hard the page might just tear clean off.
but you keep forcing the words out between gasps and moans, your boyfriend’s cock pounding into you without mercy, making sure you don’t miss a single syllable.
his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering as his grip tightens in your hair. “fuuuuuck—i’m close,” he groans, voice strained. “mmmm, gonna cum deep in your cunt baby, just wait a nghh, second.”
your voice breaks completely as you force out the final words, each one punched out by the force of his cock driving into your cunt. “the queen…s-she…sshe accepteeedddd” your sentence dissolves into a moan. your lips fall open in a silent cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick length, soaking the sheets beneath you.
he feels you cum and loses it, slamming in one last time and burying himself to the hilt. his cock throbs hard as he fills you up, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts while he grinds against your ass, groaning your name into your shoulder. his hips jerk with each pulse, pushing his load deeper until it starts leaking out around his cock.
he collapses onto you, lips buried in the crook of your neck. he's breathing heavily, his cock slowly softening inside your hole. there's a moment of silence, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex.
"mm, sweets?" he mutters, grinning against your skin.
Summary: you couldn't afford to fail your finals so you turned to the school nerd for help and gojo was more than happy to help <3
Pairing: Nerdjo x f!reader
Tags: romantic fluff, slice of life, mutual pinning, non-sorcerer au, gojo is a sweetheart, M/F, friends to lovers, high school au
finals were coming up, every student's nightmare. you were staying up to ungodly hours every night, studying in every way you could think of like there was no tomorrow. educational videos, school books, even Wikipedia! but nothing seemed to really stay in your head, no matter how many times you went over the damn formulas. it was like a foreign language you couldn't understand.
with whatever hope you had left, you went to the classroom next to your class's.
"excuse me, hii.." you looked around at the unknown to you students. "is, uh... gojo here? satoru gojo?"
a boy at the back with messy white hair stood up, seemingly recognizing the name.
or his own name. "that'd be me.." he mumbled, pushing his thick glasses up.
you shook his hand and introduced yourselves to one another.
"you know, uh, i need some help with, uhh.. the finals. math specifically. can you... maybe tutor me?" you rubbed the back of your neck nervously as you asked.
he nodded immediately. "sure, i don't really have anything better to do. meet me at the library after school, yeah?" he tilted his head a little, like a puppy. god, your heart melted a little, he was just adorable in your eyes.
you smiled softly. "yeah, sounds great"
the school day passed by pleasantly, you quickly went to the cafeteria for a drink before heading up to the library. pleasantly warm hues of sun lit up the library in a beautiful orange tint, the door creaking a bit as you opened it. there he was, gojo was sitting on the corner table of the library, browsing something through his computer. he looked up and met your gaze as you approached him.
"h- hi.." he smiled a little awkward. "heyy, thanks again for agreeing, and for finding the time, i seriously appreciate it" you smiled back so sweetly and he nearly died. his face just burned as red as a fresh strawberry. "oh- no, no! it's my pleasure to tutor a girl as beautiful as yo- l- i meant-... just-..." he sighed. "let's get these formular over with, no? they're quite simple, actually." which is what he said about literally everything.
but for the next half an hour, you just didn't seem to be able to grasp any of it!! no matter how many times you practiced the formulas, again and again and again, there was just always something that you either forgot or simply misunderstood. he decided to try a different approach. he moved his chair so he could be closer to you and look at what you were writing.
but he got momentarily distracted as he felt his knee bump yours. his eyes widened, heat rushed to his cheels as he started stuttering apologies. "o- oh my god, i didn't mean to- i'm really sorry..!!!" you just chuckled softly. "it's okay, it's okay." despite himself, he smiled. a small, boyish smile.
"s- so, uh.." he gripped his pen a bit too tightly as he wrote down the formular and started explaining with a wider variety of provided examples. but he had his mind on something else too. his knee slowly touched yours again, and he tensed up a bit to see how you'll react.
you didn't react.
at least not vocally like he'd feared you would. to his big surprise, he actually saw a faint twitch of the corner of your lip. the most important thing to him was how you didn't move your leg away. he smiled widely to himself, a bit victorious, and kept explaining the formulas. but now there was this certain tension you both felt. just an underlying feeling neither of you dared to name. for example, both yours and his heart were racing. but it wasn't anything awkward. it felt... sorta good, actually. you two had a great time!!
that's why even after the finals, you started seeking each other out more. you developed a strong friendship, studied together and hung out every other day. every chance he got, he'd sit next to you and bump your knee with his. so much that it grew into a habit that lasted forever, even after you two started dating, married and had two adorable little ones with your hair and his eyes.
Summary: non sorcerer!Gojo doesn't understand why f!Reader doesn't like him, so he tries to get her attention. Gojo is a real person and an inspiration for the anime character Satoru. f!reader is a big Satoru fan and Gojo can't help but develop a liking for her and her obsession with Satoru.
Tags: light angst or sum but i can't write it in a depressing way, unrequited crush, Alternate Universe, university au, Gojo, Geto and Shoko are besties, Gojo doesn't understand how feelings work, gojo's in denial about his crush, reader hates Gojo but loves Satoru and Gojo doesn't understand why Reader won't like him
Disclaimer/ additional info: since Gojo isn't the strongest here as we know him but more like the smartest and most athletic and all that, I'll write him as more human and yk more able to cry and all that. He won't be as isolated as canon Gojo is since Geto and Shoko will be there for him thru thick and thin. He'll still be arrogant and a menace and good at a lot of stuff, but just keep in mind that he'll be more vulnerable to emotions. He's also a clueless shit based off of the fact that canon Gojo is completely oblivious to the fact that Utahime hates him, so that's basically the inspiration for Satoru being sad.
remember:
Anime character → Satoru Gojo / Satoru
Real life → Gojo Satoru / Gojo / nicknames
a/n: i like using this font guys + anything y'all see in lowercase is because I edited it on PC ok enjoy!!
you were always pretty confident that the fictional men you fawned over were decent individuals, or at least bearable to be around. but when you met Gojo Satoru, that confidence was shattered faster than your cat ever broke anything made out of glass. Especially when you found out that this guy was the inspiration behind your beloved Satoru Gojo. You knew Satoru was a menace in the anime, but like... damn, he could never be as bad as Gojo Satoru in the flesh. Living with a guy like Gojo was pure hell. No, scratch that, there was nobody as terrible as him, you were certain. Living under the same roof with Gojo himself was nothing short of mental agony. You couldn't stand him, he just always had to ruin your day in some way. Either he stole your Satoru merch, your clothes or would make a mess everywhere and literally anything else he could think of. He barely even let you sleep or eat in peace, in his mind he just always had to be around you. It infuriated you to no end. You really did try talking to him about it, but that was just.. Impossible!!! He never listens!!
"Can you stop following me around all the time??" You asked him finally, your tone loud and annoyed in a moment of anger.
He simply laughed like there was no greater joy to him than pissing you off. "Whaaat? I'm just looking out for youuu, makin' sure you're safe 'n' all." He said it in that taunting tone that you grew to despise in just the span of one month. You rubbed your nose and up to your forehead and temples, already getting a headache which was just a chronic thing around him.
"well, quit it. i don't need you to be up my ass all the time!!" you waved your hands angrily.
"i mean, i won't complain.."
"God, you're the worst. ABSOLUTE WORST!! No wonder people don't talk to you." You mutter, the pain from the headache bleeding in your tone. And you shut the door to your room loudly, locking yourself in there yet again.
Satoru's big smirk just.. Faded the second the door closed completely. He stayed there, frozen, his feet rooted to the ground, staring at your door with a neutral, almost hurt expression, but it was more of confusion. How could you say that? What made you say that? What did he do to get you to snap at him like that?? He really couldn't understand. but he knew someone who might. Impulsively and in need of advice, he dragged himself out of his dorm and to Geto's. He raised his fist with full force.
"Suguruuu.." He whined softly as he knocked way too loudly on the door. His voice sounded more... Tired, unlike his knocking.
Geto appeared at the entrance within a few seconds. "Sato?" He opened the door and was immediately greeted with a sad looking Gojo.
"hi.. uh, it's about her, yes. She... She said it again." He mumbled as he walked in uninvited. "Something similar to last time. She told me 'you're the worst!!!I don't wanna see you ever again!'" He pitched his voice to sound more feminine, but the hitch in his voice betrayed his attempt at mocking you. "Okay, i made up the last part. But I don't understand... I don't understand why she thinks of me like that, or why I even care about this so much.." Gojo mumbled, shaking his head lowly, helplessly.
Geto sighed. "I mean, we've been over this already, soo many times. You just have to accept it. Even to a blind person is obvious that you-"
"No, I do NOT have a crush on her or any feelings like that. Impossible. Never. I barely even know her!! Just her obsession with this... Satoru anime guy. Who's literally a copy of me... And yet she likes him and hates me. I just-.. It doesn't make any sense.." He rambled quietly, laying back on Geto's bed beside his sitting form.
Geto gently ran a hand through the ends of Gojo's hair absentmindedly, twirling the white stands around his fingers. it was basically muscle memory. His expression turned thoughtful. "You have to accept it, or else you'll just be stuck like this, whining and bitching and not even knowing why because you can't accept why.." He tried to reason with Gojo calmly. Unsuccessfully.
"How can I not whine and bitch!? She insults me for merely talking to her!!!!" He complained like a kid throwing a tantrum.
Geto sighed. "God, we need Shoko to help m- you with this. And a smoke." He quickly called up Shoko and briefly explained the situation.
"am i really that annoying that just me visiting you makes you wanna smoke?" gojo looked up at geto curiously.
"oh yeah, yes, of course, obviously." geto nodded immediately. gojo's expression fell a bit.
Within two minutes, Shoko was in the dorm with a pack of cigarettes and sat on the other side of Gojo's laying form.
"So it's about her again, huh?" She asked half amused and half annoyed. Geto nodded while Gojo crossed his arms with a pout.
she nodded in acknowledgement. "Listen, maybe she doesn't like you because, well... You are being a bitch to her? I mean, I see it like that from where I'm standing, at least. She also keeps complaining to me about having headaches, sometimes even migraines." The woman suggested carefully, not wanting to make Gojo feel worse.
He, obviously, scoffed. "How so?? I've done stuff like this with you two and with soooo many other people, and yet only she ever said-" his voice broke, unable to finish the sentence.
"I mean, Toru.. Look around. Why do you think we're the only ones hanging out with you?" geto said quieter, more careful and almost guilty of his words, of gojo's reality.
The white haired man's eyes darkened in shock and realization, and he let out a big, long sigh.
Shoko and Geto both nodded knowingly. "You're a good friend, Gojo, really. You can just be, well... A bit much sometimes, especially to people who aren't us." Geto said softly. That hit the nail in the coffin for Gojo. He abruptly got up, his expression pissed, and left without a word, not that he felt confident in his ability to talk right now. Shoko moved to get up and go after him, but Geto held her back by the shoulder.
"Let him go. He has to process this one on his own, Shoko." He looked at where Gojo left from. "It's obviously more personal snd complicated than he lets on." Shoko nodded in agreement and pulled out cigarettes for the two and they went smoking on the balcony of Geto's apartment. (A/N: im switching on pc lolz everything is gon be lowercase)
in a hurry, Gojo climbed up the stairs and to his dorm. the room was dark, he came to the conclusion that you were probably napping again. he sighed quietly, almost hollowly. if you really thought he was 'the worst', then he just had to prove you wrong, to get you to like him. he couldn't cope with the fact that someone didn't like him, let alone you, who liked a literal copy of him! it made zero sense in his head!!
he thought about it all night. the conversation he had with his friends. what they said. his mind went into deeper thought. was he really that bitchy towards you? he wasn't usually a guy to care about others' feelings, sometimes not even his own. but there was just something about you, he didn't understand what it was. it definitely had something to do with that damn anime character you obsessed over. he admired your dedication to him, truly. and maybe because that Satoru was again a second him, he himself felt a bit loved, in his own foolish, even delusional way. he couldn't help it, that's what made the most logical sense in his mind.
he sat up. he decided it. he was going to be kinder to you, as much as it was possible for someone like him. he had no idea how but he was gonna damn well try. he also didn't know why he wanted to do that yet. or he just wasn't ready to admit it to himself.
Summary: f!reader moved into her new dorm with non-sorcerer!Gojo, but Gojo starts to develop feelings for her overtime because of her obsession with the anime character Satoru. (Just go along with it, I promise it'll make sense)
Tags: a bit of angst, Gojo x reader, strangers to enemies to lovers, M/F, M4F, Alternate Universe, university AU, non sorcerer AU, Gojo exists as a real person and is an inspiration for the fictional Satoru
Real Gojo - Gojo Satoru / Gojo / Toru / Sato / any nickname
Fictional Satoru - Satoru Gojo / Satoru
Prologue
A/N: in this chapter I'll show the dynamic between reader and Gojo ^^!! Also sorry for the long wait, I have so much to do at school and my sleep schedule is all over the place so I hope this came out good 😭 I'd also love to hear your thoughts and correct me if there's anything wrong with grammar or spelling because english isn't my first language.
The first day at your new university went quite well. You couldn't really talk to Gojo because you got settled in pretty late in the afternoon and took your sweet, sweet time to arrange evrrything neatly. Plus, he wasn't even in the dorm, probably went out god knows where. By the time you were done with arranging your stuff, it was time for dinner. You slipped on a big, fluffy hoodie along with some sweatpants, grabbed your phone and went down to where you and your classmates would be having dinner.
Gojo was nowhere to be found. You knew that because one, the dorm was abnormally quiet if he were to be in. And second, you couldn't hear him anywhere on your way to the dining hall. And you would've heard him if he was anywhere.
You crossed paths with him all the way in the dining hall, turns out he was out with some friends of his. You didn't pay them much mind so you didn't remember their faces. You had bigger priorities than some annoying albino. The food. (A/N: I KNOW guys I KNOW Gojo isn't actually albino, it's inherited by the Gojo clan yada yada yada this is a NON sorcerer AU REMEMBER THIS OKAY?)
There were just so many goods this buffet had to offer, you couldn't focus on anything else. You grabbed a double portion of your favorite and sat with your new friends, chatting about who were the hottest and cutest guys. But even in such a big hall, Gojo found a way to be a total nuisance. He was so loud, his voice could be heard through the entire room. It made you sick, your head began to hurt from the noise. Hurriedly, you finished up the food and got out of there, excusing yourself with an unconvincing 'I have work to do'. Back at your room, you popped open a can of Monster with your favorite flavor. It definitely didn't make you calmer, but it sure relieved the headache. You locked your door and played some music in your headphones to block out everything else.
It worked great for a bit, until your amazing roommate, that being Gojo, decided to just barge in your room.
"Hellooooo!!!?" He shouted, making you jump. Even your headphones weren't enough to silence him. "Come onnn, c'm'outt!! I'm BOOOOORED!" He whined overdramatically.
You just as much as open the door of your room before he kicked it open, making you fall on your butt. Which, apparently, he thought was the most hilarious thing in the world and broke into laughter. You frowned at him as you got up, dusting your clothes off. His eyes found the can of Monster
"Ugh, you drink that nasty... Energy drink? You know you'll die from that, right? Or is that what you want?" Before you could even open your mouth, he spoke again. "Aaanyway." He smirked, hiding something behind his back. "I found your little candy staaaash~" he raised up your bags from the convenience store.
"Hey, give those back!!" But, classically, he raised his long hands up in the air, holding the sweets out of your reach.
"Ah, ah, ah!" He laughed. "You know peeerfectly well that outside food isn't allowed on campus. You're breaking the rulessss." He dragged out the S cockily. "But I'm no snitch, you know, I'm a fair man. If the candy is mine, that is." He smirked at you knowingly.
"What's that supposed to mean exactly?" You asked with a frown.
"Oh, it's simple. I keep the candy and my mouth is shut." He shrugged, crossing his arms. "If not, I..." He hummed in thought. "I can't guarantee you'll still be here."
Your eyes widened. You couldn't just let him get you expelled, you just got here!!
"Ugh... Fine, fine. Keep the damn candy, you fuckin' manchild.." You grumbled, but he couldn't even be bothered to listen to you because he was already feasting on the sweet, sweet mochi you planned to eat by yourself late at night. He only raised his head to look at the can of Monster again.
"Mm..." He gulped down some food. "Can I have a sip? Yes? Thanks!!" He reached out and grabbed the can, taking a big gulp before frowning in disgust. "Ew, tastes like pee. Eugh." He set the can down. "You really drink that... Thing?" He pointed at the can like it just killed his best friend or something. (A/N: ... Y'all KNOW what I did here..I'M SORRY OKAY)
You just nodded.
He scoffed. "I knew you were weird.." He looked around your room, his gaze dropping on your Satoru ita bag.
Just then you remembered to ask. "I was actually curious why-"
"I'm your dear fictional boyfriend's prototype, yes." He smirked widely, leaning against your door.
"B- but who are... Who even are you?'
He shrugged. "Eh, just a guy from a rich family who happened to have real pretty eyes." He took off his sunglasses for a few seconds, letting you catch a look. You quite literally gasped. They were big baby blues, but as if they had the sky in them...
"They are pretty.." You whispered in awe.
He put the glasses back on. "I know, riiight? And some lucky day I saved a few people from a gunned gang and I was all over the news, then someone got inspired and made a whole anime about me.." He caught his breath. "Aaand that's how your darling," he pointed at a Satoru figure on your shelf, "came to life." He smirked widely. "Any questions?" He swung on his feet excitedly.
"Uh... How exactly did you reach an anime studio?.."
"Oh, I saved some animator's wife's life and he just wanted to thank me in some way or whatever... Stupid attachments." You could almost hear the deeper note in his voice before he laughed yet again. "And that's how the amazing me got a second amazing me! I see you have quite the liking for Satoru, huh?" He started lifting up and inspecting the figures. "Mm... Knock-offs." He tsked disapprovingly. "I'm disappointed. Veeery disappointed. This is just unacceptable! Do you know how wrong it is to buy knock-offs!?" He gasped in this annoying over-the-top way.
"I, uh... No?" You said slowly, causing him to gasp for breath again like he's drowning.
"N- No?! You don't-..." He coughed. "Wow.. I'm just... Stunned. Such a nice woman you are, and to not know what suffering you're causing everyone merely by buying knock-offs of MY character!!" He made fake sobbing noises. "My heart!! My heart can't handle it!!"
"What's going on in there??"
An angry, deep voice silenced his teasing. One of the teachers. The teacher himself, who you identified as Mr. Sawyer when he rushed in, looked around like he was about to burst with anger. Thankfully, the candies were safe and hid, only the monster can was still there.
He hummed disapprovingly. "That'll kill you." He shook his head a little.
"That's what I told her too!!" He added proudly.
"Please throw it away, ma'am." The older man ordered gently.
You felt so guilty under his gaze that you obediently threw the liquid in the toilet.
"Look at it, look - they even colored it! I'm telling you, no colored food is healthy. You know l, Ike with red 40!!" Sawyer tried to lighten the mood a little.
You almost cracked a chuckle. "M- Mhm, I've heard of it." You mumbled softly as you threw away the can in the trash.
Gojo's ears caught the sound of your soft voice. Something he's never heard before, I mean you've only yelled at him, even for the short time you know each other. He... Didn't hate that sound. In fact, he liked it. He wanted to hear it more. He wanted-
He shook his head firmly. "What the fuck, Gojo, no. She's just a nobody." He mumbled to himself, standing up. But he couldn't help but let his gaze linger curiously. What was it about you that messed with his head so much?? He didn't underst-
"Can you quit staring??" You asked angrily.
He smirked but looked away. "Sure." He said a tad bit quieter.
Why did you dislike him so much? He didn't understand. It's not like he was that annoying..
Summary: non-sorcerer!gojo x f!reader, sfw, university AU. This is shortly an AU where Gojo exists as a real person and is an inspiration for the anime character Satoru, reader is a big Satoru fan and Gojo likes your obsession with Satoru.
In addition:
Anime character - Satoru Gojo / Satoru
Real life - Gojo Satoru / Gojo / Toru / Sato
(I hope this isn't too confusing lol I simplified it as much as I could. I intentionally made it so that their default names (ex. Satoru) and full names (ex. Satoru Gojo) could match so that it wouldn't get confusing who I'm talking about)
Everyone knew Satoru Gojo. Arguably the prettiest man in anime. Snowy white hair that was just the perfect length for everyone to enjoy, blue glowing eyes that looked like the skies themselves, taller than your roof, muscular like a damn tank - a woman's wet dream. And a gay man's, of course. In terms of personality he also didn't disappoint. Cocky, confident, funny, loud, selfless, caring, considerate. What was there not to like about him, truly?
You were one of the many victims of the fictional man's beauty. So much you started an art page dedicated to him, wrote dozens of fanfiction, dedicated every piece of media you beheld on your phone to Satoru. And oh, don't get me started on your merch of him.
You smiled to yourself a little as you put one of the last Satoru figures that you owned in the suitcase. You were packing to move out for university, finally. After four years of hell, more known as high school, you were more than ready for a change of... everything. An update in your life. You were also really fucking scared! You didn't know anything about the people there, and that worried you. I mean, a normal university usually has grown, mature adults capable of minding their own damn business. Ahh, you used to say that about your old classmates, except the adults bit. But nothing in your life can be normal, can it? Not even yourself. And you had a certain bad feeling and yet an excitement about this.
You put on your headphones to block out these thoughts as you finished packing up. The food in your mini fridge wasn't much because, well, you were leaving tomorrow and you really didn't wanna carry any food, but there was enough to make dinner. A can of meat did the trick. With a little bread because god was the seasoning of this thing strong. You went to bed pretty peacefully, even with the headphones in, leaving them beside you to keep playing the music as you slept while cuddled with your pillow.
Five hours later ∘ ∘ ∘
The alarm ruthlessly pulled you from whatever perfect little world you were having in your dreams. You yawned and rubbed the tiredness off your eyes. The third tap on your phone managed to shut the loud noise up as you forced yourself to get up and into the bathroom. You went through your routine pretty quickly. Shower, breakfast, clothes, hair, makeup, checking if all your belongings were there and locking the door.
The way to the bus was fairly pleasant, thanks to the music blasting from your headphones. When you reached the reception of the bus station, you requested a one-way ticket to Tokyo and soon enough, you were at your assigned seat by the window, which served you a beautiful view of the highway, the nature.... Or would've, if you didn't sleep the whole way. You still managed to catch glimpses of the stunning scenery between your attempts at taking a nap.
There was a loud announcement that the bus was close to its destination, which was the only reason you managed to get out with the others instead of having to catch up to them. You stood for a bit to take in the sight of your future university... The building was huge, accompanied by an equally large campus. It looked like a damn hotel or something.. You kept exploring with your gaze as you dragged your suitcase to the direction everyone was going, which was the reception of this whole thing. The man there was assigning everyone their rooms and roommates, as you managed to overhear. Apparently you and your future classmates had a choice to either live in your own dorm or share one with a random roommate and, luckily, split the rent for the dorm in half. You obviously picked having a roommate. You wanted to make a friend too, so it was a win-win in your head. You stepped forward, leaning a bit on the counter out of habit as you gave your name, ID and passport, along with some other information he asked you about. What caught your attention was the slight widening of his eyes when he saw your ID.
"Ah, wonderful! I heard you're one of the smartest students that enrolled here. Well, the second best, that is." He smiled a little as he typed your data into his computer. Though you were left confused and couldn't help but ask.
"Who's the top student?" The words sounded so eager, almost jealous, that they earned a warm laugh from the man. When he calmed down, he leaned a bit closer, as if whispering a secret.
"Gojo. Gojo Satoru." He said lower, watching your reaction closely. "Don't tell the others, at least yet, or they're all freak out."
The second that registered, you quite literally froze. Your heart skipped like 20 beats and your stomach did cartwheels instead of just backflips.
After a harsh, dry gulp, you managed to mutter. "G-... Gojo..?" You said slowly, looking down at your Satoru themed phone case.
The guy was confused by your sudden reaction, but didn't comment on it. "Yeah, him." He looked down, catching a glimpse of your Satoru phone case. Something in his brain clicked. "Ohh, so you're a fan... Yeah, I'm assigning you with him." He smirked a little, typing eagerly.
The unexpected news had you in shock and even in panic. "W- what?! W- why, what?? It could be just a coincidence in the names o-.. Or something!!"
The guy actually laughed a little at your scared face. What a bitch. "Yeah yeah... Here's the key to the room. He's already there, so feel free to settle in."
You took the key with a shaky hand, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. But not as fast as your mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts as you walked to your new dorm.
Who was this Gojo guy?
Was this really just a coincidence in the names?
Were they related somehow?
Did they have anything in common?
Does this real Gojo even know about the fictional Satoru?
Did you even hear the name right?
Did they look anything alike?
Was this all a-
Your mind came to a pause as you stood before the door of your dormitory. Room 39. (A/N: yes this is a Hatsune Miku reference)
You carefully gripped the knob, slowly opening it.
...
If hearing his name made you freeze, seeing this man in person literally paralyzed you. He looked exactly like the anime character. Ethereal. Surreal. Unreal. Breathtaking. Indescriba-
His voice, however, interrupted your thought process.
"You are my roommate? Don't you know how to knock??" He smirked, but his tone was obviously quite annoyed. It made you tense up so much your muscles cramped, your gaze dropping to the floor. He was... Quite immature. Judging by his looks, he looked older than you.
"I- I'm sorry, I thought there wasn't anyone here yet.." You tried making up an excuse. But he wasn't blind to bullshit. He grunted annoyed, though he let it slide. Just this once, he promised himself.
"Come in, don't just stand there." He gestured at your general form. As you walked in, his gaze caught on your Satoru stickers plastered on your suitcase, headphones... His merch. Merch of him. He saw even more of it through the opened door to your room as you unpacked.
He looked away as quickly as he peeked. God, he felt so pathetic. Why was he looking at your room?? Why was he even bothering? He shouldn't care about this. About a fan of a fictional character based off of literally him and looking exactly like him. But he cares, deep down. And he hates it. He despises it. He can't stand it. For now.
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