You certainly never expected to check your phone on a Thursday morning to find that the Satoru Gojo requested to follow you on Instagram. Sure, you’ve seen him around before and heard dozens of rumors but he was popular and cool and you weren’t. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you fumble around with unlocking your phone and checking notifications. Yep, you read it right, it definitely was Gojo and he wanted to join your measly 147 followers.
What could he possibly be doing that for? Whatever. You accepted his request and even followed him back. Not even minueted later, your phone buzzed with a DM from the man himself.
“Hey, ur in my psych class, right?”
Uhm, okay, weird. You responded none the less.
“No but I was wondering if u were coming to the Zeta party?”
“Frat parties aren’t rlly my crowd but if my friends go I might”
“They’re coming, you should come”
This felt weird. You never heard anything from your friends about going to a party. You really needed to get out though anyways, it’s been too many movie nights and Chinese takeout.
“Okay! Come say hey when you get there”
You didn’t know how to respond so you left him on opened. Something felt off about this. Most popular guy on campus who you’ve never talked to is DMing you and inviting you to a frat party. Weird, very weird. But it’ll be nice to release some stress and have some fun with your girls.
“What? No one ever planned on going to Zeta.”
Your brows furrowed and you pressed the phone closer to your ear.
“Are you sure? Gojo said you guys were”
“Gojo? As in the Satoru Gojo? The guy who somehow is a huge brainiac despite partying every other day. That Gojo?
“Yeah, he texted me the other day inviting me to come.”
Squeals were heard on the other line.
“Are you freaking kidding me! You have to take advantage of that! Please tell me you’re gonna make out with him at this party!”
“What? No! He was just being friendly cause we’re in the same psych class. This is casual, normal.”
“No he definitely wants you. I’m coming over, we’re going shopping, and you’re getting waxed.”
That bikini wax really hurt. Your friend paraded you around the mall and stores and made you look your best possible. She would still tag along just in case.
“Are you sure he’ll like it?”
“Of course he will, you look so so hot. Remember what I told you. Eye contact, relax, and just have fun, okay?”
As you guys arrived at the Zeta house your bones vibrated with the thumping from the music. People were everywhere, inside, outside, in cars, on the roof. You weren’t even aware these parties got so insane, never having been to one.
Inside, people were dancing and kissing and grinding but you took a straight shot for the kitchen to get some water for your now dry throat.
Startling you a bit, you turned around and then up, up, up. Satoru Gojo. 6’4, built, and heartbreakingly beautiful in a way no one else can have.
Yeah you were nervous. Taking a deep breath you remembered to relax and just be chill. He asked about your name and you nodded.
“It’s, uh, a nice party you have here.”
“Yeah this one’s a little crazy. You’re having fun?”
“Yeah yeah, my friends around here somewhere too.”
“Well if it gets a bit too much, come find me, I’ll take you upstairs.”
The thought of being in a room, probably his room, alone, was terrifying. But nonetheless you nodded and smiled as he got dragged away by some other big football guys. Letting out a breath you sipped on your supposed water, which you mistankingly grabbed vodka.
At least an hour passed and you did have a few sips, getting a tad buzzed and you really were enjoying yourself. You did need a break though. Plopping yourself down on the couch tucked in the corner just to breathe for a moment. Of course, Gojo found you. Approaching you he smiled. God his smile is so hot it’s not fair.
“Still having fun?” He chuckled quietly.
He actually laughed out loud at that joke this time.
“Well, you’re welcome to come upstairs with me, I think I need a break too.”
Instant panic but hopefully you didn’t show it. It felt rude to decline so you nodded. You didn’t even have to follow him, he took your hand and led you to the stairs and then up them. Upstairs, there were multiple doors, probably leading to all their bedrooms. A few pictures hung on the wall, them at parties and football games and just having fun. Gojo’s room was the second door on the right.
His room was not at all what you expected. For one, it was neat, spotless, the only mess being his overflowing laundry basket but no one likes doing laundry anyways. The walls were covered in posters of movies and video games and bands. His desk had all his schoolwork and his closet was organized. He bounced onto his bed and let out a big sigh.
“Is this what you do at every party?”
You smiled. He laughed a bit and sat up, looking at you.
“Is what what I do at every party?”
“You take girls up to your room and lay in bed?”
He seemed to like that, smirking and standing.
“Why, you wanna do more than lay in bed?”
You were not expecting this amount of flirting. You’re sure your face was as bright red and flushed. Suddenly the room felt smaller and he felt closer. Taking steps toward you, he looked down at you through his beautiful white lashes. You sort of froze. You weren’t used to being flirty and sexy and you have not had a good run on relationships.
He put his hands on your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
You shook your head. “No I do, I’m just, nervous? I don’t know, I haven’t had a boyfriend, much less kissed anyone in literal months.”
“And that’s fine. But at least stay up here with me for awhile?”
You didn’t expect this, but it was a pleasant surprise.
That really is all you ended up doing, laying in his bed watching tv shows. He was actually pretty funny and wasn’t too pushy at all. In fact, you were the one who snuggled up to his side as he pulled a blanket around the two of you. That was how you ended the night, dozing off in his arms while some sitcom played faintly in the background of your dreams.
a/n: Can you guys tell I love frat au. Part 2???
