INVISIBLE
frat!gojo x reader, one shot,tiny suguru and choso cameo, angst, slight nsfw, 4-5k words
The music is loud enough to shake the walls of the Sigma Nu house, bass vibrating through the floor beneath your shoes as bodies move shoulder to shoulder in the crowded living room. Red lights flash against expensive marble countertops and spilled alcohol sticks to the bottom of your sneakers.
You sit on the kitchen counter beside your best friend, red solo cup hanging loosely from your fingertips while the ice melts into watered-down liquor. The familiar burn settles in your throat as your eyes drift across the room automatically searching for him.
Always searching for him.
And there he was.
Satoru Gojo stood in the center of everything like he owned it honestly, he practically did. White hair messy from too many hands running through it, flushed cheeks, expensive watch glinting beneath the neon lights. Girls laughed too hard at his jokes, guys clapped him on the back like he was some untouchable deity walking among college students.
President of Sigma Nu.
Campus legend.
Golden boy.
Your boyfriend.
Or at least, he used to feel like one.
You watched as another girl leaned closer to him, her manicured hand resting on his arm just a second too long. Satoru smiled politely, not moving away, and something bitter twisted in your stomach.
A few months ago he would’ve noticed you immediately.
The second you walked into a room, his eyes would find yours like muscle memory. He’d pull you into his lap in front of everyone, kiss your temple, shove his championship ring onto your finger jokingly while his friends yelled about how whipped he was.
“You see her?” he’d grin, arm around your waist. “That’s my wife.”
Back then, loving Satoru felt embarrassingly easy.
Like sunlight warming your skin.Like late night drives with music low enough to hear him singing badly beside you.
Like laying on his chest while he traced invisible hearts onto your shoulder after dates that lasted until 3 a.m.
Like the moments you’d be making love to him as he marks you wanting everyone to know you were his.
Now it felt like standing outside in winter without a jacket.
You stare into your drink as laughter erupts across the room.
Your best friend nudges your shoulder gently. “You’re doing it again.”
“What?”
“Looking at him like he hung the moon.”
You scoff softly, though there’s no humor in it. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious.” She lowers her voice. “He’s been acting weird for months now.”
You already knew that.
The unanswered texts.
The sudden practices.
The “I’m busy.”
The “later, baby.”
The way his hand slipped from yours in public now instead of tightening around it.
At first you convinced yourself it was stress.
Then you started noticing the smaller things.
No more jersey posts on his story.
No more kisses before leaving rooms.
No more introducing you as his girlfriend at parties because apparently now everyone already “knew.”
Invisible is what you were
Funny how someone could spend months making you feel like the center of the universe only to slowly treat you like background noise.
Your gaze lifts again just in time to see Satoru glance toward the kitchen.
Toward you.
For one stupid, pathetic second your heart jumps.
But then someone says something beside him and he looks away just as quickly.
Like you were never there at all.
The music suddenly feels too loud.
Your fingers tighten around the cup. “I think,” you murmur quietly, “I miss the old him.”
Your friend looks at you with the kind of pity that makes your chest ache.
“No,” she says softly. “I think you miss the version of him that loved you loudly.”
The words hit harder than the alcohol.
Across the room, Satoru throws his head back laughing, beautiful as ever, surrounded by people who adore him.
And somehow, despite sitting in a house packed with hundreds of bodies.
you had never felt more alone.
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The first time Satoru brought you to the Sigma Nu house, he carried you over the front doorstep dramatically despite your complaints.
“Toru, put me down!
“No,” he said simply. “This house is disgusting. Your shoes deserve better.”
“You literally live here.”
“And yet my statement still stands.”
His friends howled from the living room while you buried your burning face into his shoulder. He looked unbearably happy that night, smiling like loving you was the easiest thing he had ever done.
You remember how he walked you through every room like he was showing off something precious.
“This is the kitchen where Suguru almost burned the place down.”
“It was ONE time,” Suguru yelled.
“This,” Satoru continued, ignoring him completely, “is where I beat everyone at Mario Kart because I’m naturally gifted.”
“Cause you fucking cheat!” The guys on the couch say in unison
“And upstairs,” he said, leaning closer to whisper against your ear, “is my room.”
Your stomach flipped back then whenever he looked at you.
Now, sitting in that same kitchen months later, you wonder when exactly things changed.
Maybe it wasn’t sudden.
Maybe heartbreak never actually arrived all at once.
Maybe it slipped in quietly through unanswered texts and empty promises and nights spent waiting for someone who used to race to see you.
Your best friend hops off the counter. “I’m gonna go dance before this party dies. You coming?”
You glance toward Satoru again.
He’s still surrounded.
Still smiling.
Still not looking for you.
“I’ll stay here for a bit.”
She hesitates. “Don’t spend the whole night waiting for him.”
But you already had been.
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You used to know everything about Satoru Gojo.
Not the campus version of him.
Not the cocky fraternity president everyone else worshipped.
You knew the real one.
The boy who hated thunderstorms but pretended not to.
The boy who got sick after drinking caffeinated drinks but kept buying them anyway because he “believed in second chances.”
The boy who slept with one arm wrapped around you like he was afraid you’d disappear overnight.
He used to call you at ridiculous hours just because he missed you.
“Toru, it’s two in the morning.”
“And?”
“I have class tomorrow.”
“Okay?”
You’d hear him grinning through the phone.
“Come outside.”
And somehow he’d already be parked outside your dorm with fries and milkshakes because “you sounded stressed earlier.”
He made loving him feel cinematic.
Like every moment mattered.
That was the dangerous thing about Satoru.
When he loved you, he loved you loudly enough to drown out every insecurity you’d ever had.
But when he pulled away?
God, you felt every inch of distance.
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“Yo, where’s your man?”
You blink, dragged from your thoughts by one of the Sigma Nu boys approaching the kitchen island.
Choso.
Unlike the rest of the frat, he was always the calm and collected one, some even joked and called him the ‘dad’ of the group. Always wearing a black hoodie, the same red solo cup in his hand, He wasn’t a big drinker from what you noticed only had alcohol if he really felt like it.
You force a smile. “Probably somewhere being worshipped.’’
He winces slightly.
That alone tells you more than words could.
Your stomach drops.
Choso was terrible at lying.
“You okay?” he asks carefully.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”
“Because you look sad.”
The honesty nearly makes you laugh.
Before you can answer, cheers erupt from the living room.
A crowd suddenly forms around the staircase.
Your eyes immediately search for white hair.And there he is.
Satoru stands at the top of the stairs beside some girl you vaguely recognize from one of his previous parties she was head cheerleader for the school team. Pretty. About 5’5. Confident.
Your chest tightens instantly.
The girl whispers something into his ear.
Satoru laughs.
Not uncomfortable.
Not pulling away.
Just laughing.
Your friend’s words echo in your head.
‘That ain’t love girl’
The room suddenly feels suffocating.
You hop off the counter before you can think too hard about it.
“I need air.”
You shove through bodies and spilled drinks until cold night air finally hits your face.
The backyard is quieter, lit only by dim string lights hanging across the fence.
Music thumps faintly through the walls behind you while you lean against the railing with shaky hands.You hated this feeling.
Hated how one person could have this much control over your emotions.
The back door slides open again.
You don’t turn around immediately because some pathetic part of you hopes it’s Satoru.
It isn’t.
Suguru Geto steps outside instead.
“You ran out pretty fast,”
he says casually.
You wipe under your eye quickly before he notices.
“Needed air.”
Suguru studies you carefully.
Unlike Satoru, Suguru always noticed everything.
“You wanna know something?” he says after a moment.
“What?”
“He’s an idiot.”
A weak laugh escapes you despite yourself.
“That obvious?”
“To everyone except him.
”Your throat burns.
“I don’t understand what happened.’’
Suguru sighs softly, leaning beside you against the railing.
“Satoru likes attention. Always has.’’
“That supposed to make me feel better?”
“No.”
He glances toward the house windows.
“But I think somewhere along the line he got too comfortable.”
Comfortable.
Like he assumed you’d stay no matter what.
And maybe you had made it too easy.
you forgave every cancelled plan.
Every ignored text.
Every moment he made you feel second place.
Because loving Satoru Gojo meant constantly remembering the boy he used to be.
The one who kissed your forehead at sunsets.
The one who held your hand under tables.
You missed him so badly it physically hurt.
“You know what’s pathetic?” you whisper.
Suguru raises a brow.
“If he walked out here right now and apologized…” your voice cracks slightly, “I’d probably forgive him.”
Suguru’s expression softens.
“That’s not pathetic,” he says quietly. “That’s just love.”
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The party gets worse after midnight
Louder.
Messier.
You’d been trying not to look at Satoru for almost twenty minutes now, which should honestly qualify as a world record.
Your best friend eventually rejoins you near the staircase carrying two new drinks.
“You disappeared.”
“So did you.”
‘’Fair.”
She hands you a cup before lowering her voice.
“Okay don’t freak out”
“I hate when sentences start like that.”
“But I saw some girl flirting with Gojo upstairs.’’
Your face falls instantly.
“Oh.”
“Wait, no, listen to me.”
She grabs your arm.
“He didn’t do anything. But still.”
But still.
That phrase settles heavily in your chest.
He didn’t do anything.
Yet.
You swallow hard.
“I think I’m gonna leave.”
“Want me to come with?”
“No.”
You force a tiny smile.
“Stay. Have fun.”
“You sure?”
You nod even though you aren’t.
You make your way upstairs to grab your bag from Satoru’s room, weaving past couples leaning against walls and drunk freshmen sitting on the stairs.
The hallway is quieter than downstairs.
Too quiet.
Satoru’s bedroom door is slightly open.
And before you can stop yourself, you hear his voice.
“She’s just… emotional lately.”
You freeze.
Another voice laughs softly.
A girl.
“You mean clingy?”
Your stomach twists violently.
Satoru sighs.
“Nah, not clingy.”
A pause.
“Just sensitive.”
Sensitive.
The word slices straight through you.
You stand there completely still as your heartbeat pounds in your ears.
“She’s sweet,” Satoru continues.
“I just need space sometimes, y’know?”
Space.
As if loving him too much had somehow become inconvenient.
You don’t wait to hear more.
You step back before either of them notices you, throat burning so badly it feels impossible to breathe.
And suddenly everything makes sense.
The distance.
The coldness.
The disappearing affection.
Satoru Gojo wasn’t losing you.
He just assumed you’d never leave.
The walk home feels blurry.
You keep replaying his voice in your head.
Sensitive.
You wonder if he knows how many nights you stayed awake waiting for replies.
How many excuses you made for him.
How many times your friends looked at you with concern while you defended him anyway.
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By the time you reach your dorm, exhaustion sits heavy in your bones.
Your phone buzzes as soon as you step inside.
Satoru 💘: where’d you go?
Another text immediately follows.
Satoru 💘: didn’t even say bye :(
You stare at the screen in disbelief.
Then laugh.
Actually laugh.
Because somehow that hurt more than everything else.
He truly had no idea what he’d done to you.
And maybe that was the saddest part of all.
The laugh dies quickly.
Not because it wasn’t real.
But because once the sound fades, the silence in your dorm feels unbearable.
Sensitive.
Your stomach twists again at the memory.
But what really won’t leave you alone is his voice afterward.
Low.
Careless.
Amused.
“Maybe she’s just too attached.”
The laugh that followed still echoes in your head.
Not cruel enough to sound malicious.Not serious enough for anyone else to think twice about it.
But enough to break something quietly inside you.
Because you had heard him.
Every word.
And the worst part was realizing he probably never expected those words to reach you at all.
Your phone buzzes again.
Satoru 💘: u okay?
Satoru 💘: did i do something??
A hollow laugh slips from your throat.
Of course he doesn’t know.
You stare at the screen until your vision blurs.
For months, you defended him to everyone.
“He’s just bad at communication.”
“He doesn’t mean things like that.”
“He cares about me, he just struggles to show it.”
But suddenly you feel exhausted by your own excuses.
Another text appears.
Satoru 💘: hello :(
Your chest aches painfully.
Because part of you still wants to answer.
That’s what makes this so hard.
Not that he never cared.
But that he cared in inconsistent pieces while you gave him everything continuously.
Slowly, you unlock your phone.
Your fingers tremble slightly as you type
.:I heard you
The typing bubble appears immediately.Satoru:waitSatoru:you heard that?
No denial.
No confusion.
Just panic.
You swallow hard.
Yeah.
I did.
Three dots appear again.
Disappear.
Return.
Satoru 💘: i didn’t mean it like that
Your eyes sting instantly.
Because maybe he didn’t.
Maybe he really is careless instead of cruel.
But after a while, the difference stops mattering.
Satoru 💘: i’m sorry
Satoru 💘:seriously
Satoru💘 : can i come over?
You close your eyes.
A few months ago, you would’ve said yes immediately.
You would’ve opened the door before he even knocked.
You would’ve let him pull you into his arms until your hurt softened enough to ignore again.
But tonight feels different.
Tonight, for the first time, your sadness outweighs your hope.
You stare down at your shaking hands and finally admit something to yourself you’ve avoided for months
Love is not supposed to make you feel lonely all the time.
Your throat tightens painfully.
Then, slowly, you type
.:No.
The typing bubble appears instantly.
Satoru 💘: please don’t do this over one joke
Something inside you cracks at that.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just the quiet final break of something already worn too thin.
Because that’s exactly it, isn’t it?
To him, it was one joke.
To you, it was months of crying quietly in bathrooms.
Months of pretending not to care more than he did.
Months of shrinking your feelings down so he’d never have to confront how deeply he affected you.
Your fingers move before fear can stop them.
I can’t keep loving someone who makes me feel ashamed for loving them.
The message sends.
You stare at it, heart pounding violently.
Then another one follows before you can second-guess yourself.
I think we should end this.
This time, no typing bubble appears immediately.And somehow that hurts too.
When his response finally comes, it’s only two words.
Satoru 💘: you’re serious?
Tears blur your vision.
Because despite everything, a part of you still wishes he’d say the exact right thing.
Something that would magically fix all of this.
Something that would make leaving unnecessary.
But real life isn’t built out of perfect last-minute confessions.
Sometimes people love each other and still hurt each other too much to stay.
You wipe at your face roughly and type one final message.
.:yes satoru.
For a long moment, nothing happens.
Then:
Satoru 💘: i never wanted to hurt you
A sob catches painfully in your throat.
Because you believe him.
But intention doesn’t undo damage.
And loving him has started to feel like slowly disappearing.
You open his contact.
Your thumb hovers over the screen while your heartbeat thunders in your ears.
This is it.
The end of every late-night call.
Every stupid argument.
Every soft moment that made you stay longer than you should have.
You whisper shakily to yourself:
“I have to let you go.”
Then you block him.
The silence afterward feels immediate.
No typing bubbles.
No incoming calls.
No chance for him to pull you back in with another apology you’d desperately want to believe.
You curl into yourself on the bed, tears slipping silently down your face.
It hurts so badly you almost rethink it.
But beneath the heartbreak, beneath the grief and exhaustion and ache.
there’s relief.
Because for the first time in months, you finally chose yourself instead of begging someone else to choose you first.
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