nerd!gojo turned frat!gojo encounters his high school sweetheart at his party š š š
gojo satoru was the golden boy of jujutsu university.
president of the biggest frat on campus, the most gorgeous face and blue orbs you could set your eye on, packing muscles, and a height that just matches perfectly. plus, his parties were the best.
everyone wanted satoru, to say the least.
people like to call him a "playboy", or a "heavyweight", and he loves to drown his ego in those compliments and rumors.
cause in contrast to gojo satoru in high school, his reputation was way better than he could ever expect.
almost half his face covered in his thick glasses, constantly wearing the same hoodies and sweaters, hair unkempt and messy, nose buried in books half of the timeā it was a total 360!
but, there was one thing satoru missed the most from his high school days... and that was you.
the only girl he kept longer than 6 months. hell, you two even lasted three years, sophomore till senior. you were his first love, first girlfriend, first kiss, first fuck, first everything. god, if only you didn't pick a college so far away.
but satoru thinks it's for the best. if you were still with him, he would know he'd still stay as that nerdy boy that everyone hated. so, he does his best to forget about you. who needs a girlfriend when he can have fun without a label?
... is what he thought until he saw you again.
he hasn't felt lovestruck in a long while. everything went silent around him. everything was going in slow motion. lights probed around the house slowly, music low-pitched, laughter on reverb. and funnily, there was a spotlight on you.
heart eyes bore into you from across the room, but you haven't noticed yet. you were talking to your friend, utahime who studied at the sister school of your high school, who brought you here.
"oh, i totally forgot to tell you. remember gojo?" she asks, taking a sip from her red cup.
your heart drops slightly at the mention of him. you haven't heard of satoru since he blocked you unexpectedly. you heard about his 'glow up' but for your mental health, you couldn't be bothered to dig deeper into it. but you digress, forcing a smile. "yeah, of course i do. why would i forget?" you laugh, crossing your arms.
"he goes to jujutsu university too, right? same as you..." you awkwardly say, drinking the beer in your hand.
utahime nods, "yeah, he's the host of this party." she bluntly spoke. and before you knew it, you spat out your drink.
"girl, what the hell?!" utahime exclaims, stepping back. you wipe your mouth, eyes wide, "i am so sorryā i'm going to get tissues,"
but before you could act, someone stood right beside you, kitchen towels in hand. "you alright?" he talks directly to utahime, a flirty grin evident in his voice, and he rips some tissue to help her wipe her shirt.
if physically possible, your eyes widen even more. you find yourself speechless.
"i'm fineā and i don't need your help dude," she says, grabbing the tissues and wiping her shirt. utahime then sighs, "i'm going to the bathroom, excuse me." she clicks her tongue. "i'm so so sorry, iori," you mumble, "it's fine, i'm sure you were shocked..." your friend says before walking away, eyes darting between the two of you.
you force yourself to keep an eye on your friend, crossing your arms once more as you attempt to save yourself from humiliation. you needed to avoid this man at all costs.
gojo fucking satoru. nerd or not, you're not looking forward to seeing him.
but no, of course not. as talkative as satoru is (which hasn't changed since high school), he just had to say something!
clearing his throat, "well... long time no see." he speaks, voice unusually deep. gosh, is he trying to be cool?
you take a deep breath to compose yourself before you turnā and lo and behold, the 6'3 alien-looking dude is in front of you. "hey," you mutter, eyes darting left and right.
"what brings you here?" he asks awkwardly, and his demeanor suggests the nerd in him resurfaced after years. "utahime invited me," you answer quickly, suddenly finding that lamp beside the couch interesting, squinting your eyes.
"i see..." satoru mutters, and you finally look at him properly for the first time tonight. god, he looked so different yet as breathtaking as you remember.
no more fat glasses or bangs that framed his face perfectlyā but replaced with a slicked back look with a cap worn backwards that looked like a cherry on top. gojo satoru always had muscles but never showed them to anyone but you. yet now, he's bigger, beefier, you might sayā and he's flaunting it like a 5-course meal.
"you here for long?" he then asks, snapping you out of your thoughts and nonchalantly putting his hands in his pockets. you clear your throat, trying to find the words to say without exposing too much information. "i'm on vacation," you respond, looking down. satoru just bites his lip nervously.
a beat of awkward silence lingers in the air, seemingly both of you at a loss for words. but satoru speaks up: "hey... if ever you're free after all of this, would you consider going outā" however, he gets cut off by a bunch of girls screaming his name, asking for him to join them in the pool.
the white-haired man turns around, flashing them a wide smile. "i'll be right there gorgeous," and he waves.
but when he swerves to talk to you again, you were nowhere to be found. the fratboy sighs. "god, someone just fuck me in the ass already," he mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head before darting off to look for you.
you were already heading out of the house, regretting your decision to even come here in the first place. you should've flipped him off the moment he approached you and went home. that would've saved you from seeing that horrendous sight of your man flirting with some girls who can't even get a 2.5 gpa.
you briskly walk over to the sidewalk, taking a deep breath as the cool night air hit your drunk ass.
wait. but he isn't even your man? what right do you have to get jealous?
taking a few steps forward, your heels click against the pavement. until you abruptly stop, sighing loudly before screaming bloody murder in total embarrassment. you grip your bag, before crouching in humiliation, eyes shut as you force yourself to forget about everything that just happened.
what were you even thinkingā why and how would you ever get the chance to get back with the new and improved gojo satoru?
he's the type of guy who plays beer pong and kisses people for fun during truth or dare games now. he's no longer that shy, anti-party, anti-alcohol, study-prioritizing nerd you've known since grade 8. he does billiards with a girl around his arm feeding him his drinkā no, he doesn't play chess and beg you to watch his tournaments or go on a chess park date. you bet he doesn't even like digimon anymore! he probably sold all his limited edition cards and used the money for his fraternity's party funds.
but most of all, he's not yours anymore. and that really fucking stung.
messing up your hair with another scream, you find yourself wasted on countless "what ifs" that contradict "he blocked me first, it's not worth it" thoughts. you let out a low sob, tired and yearning to go home.
"i'm so stupid," you mutter to yourself, but you're met with a response. "no, i am." a deep voice rumbles from behind you.
your brain freezes for a second, before you're darting back up again, giving yourself whiplash as you face your one and only ex-boyfriend once again.
"did you freaking follow me out?" you exclaim, furrowing your eyebrows as you took a few steps away from him.
"y-yeah, but not in a creepy wayā i just wanted to talk to you," he says, rubbing the bicep pressed tightly against his compression shirt nervously.
"i'm not interested." you say, straightforward. "not anymore," you then mumble, sighing under your breath as you look away from him.
"i'm not here to get you back," he softly speaks, "well, maybe, if you'd let me. but i was just really happy to see you again." he rocks himself on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets again.
you hug yourself to go against that random coldness that swifts through you. maybe it's because of your adrenaline. "you've got tons of other girls lined up, just leave me alone." you scoff. "plus, you're the one who blocked me in the first place, didn't you?"
he pouts. cute, but no.
"i know that," he sighs, rubbing his nape, "and i'm sorry, okay? i fucked up a lot during our breakup period even though we could've stayed friends." he looks down, clearly guilty. but you won't buy it. you force yourself not to.
"at least you're self-aware." you mutter bitterly.
"look, i get it if you want to goā if you don't want to talk to me. i'm sure it's a shock to see me, especially like... this." your ex explains, adjusting his cap habitually.
"point is?" you raise an eyebrow.
he bites his lip apprehensively, hands on his hips as he gathered the courage to ask: "i want to make it up to you. maybe when you're feeling better too." he says, taking a few steps forward.
you freeze. you should seriously move. run a marathon for a causeā cause being getting away from gojo satoru.
"so... would it hurt so much to rekindle? be friends?" he asks, looking at you with those overbearing blue eyes, like his life depended on it.
friends? yeah, right. but you think about it.
"fine." you mutter.
yo. that's not how it was supposed to go?
but your heart is stubborn. and your heart won't let go of you stupid nerd turned fratboy ex. it's fucking stupid.
so there you have it. you're friends with gojo satoru again. unbelievable. three weeks in with talking to him again, you now find yourself laying on your bed, giggling at one of his corny ass jokes, staring at your phone as you waited for those three dots to become a message.
but while waiting for his response, your good friend utahime gives you a call. sitting up, you answer. "hello?"
her end starts with a loud sigh. "warning before i speak, just know i'll be blunt like last time. god, i hate men!" she exclaims, and you show concern.
"iori what happened?" you ask, and she replies. "you've been betted on, that's what happened!" your heart drops.
"i got the info from shoko, remember her? it's crazy! i swear that gojo guy is such an asshole thank god i went to a different campus during high school, he's the most disrespectful nuisance i've ever metā" utahime rambles, but you cut her off, staring blankly at the notification you got from satoru.
toru g: i'm gonna visit your dorm, surprise! ( Ėź³āĖ ) i'm otw,,, don't yell at me for coming unexpectedly pls. ā”ā”ā”
"hey... iori? i'll call you back, okay? tell me everything later." you say into the phone before ending the call.
just then, you hear your doorbell ring. just perfect.
you walk to the door in anger, steps heavy as you swing it open.
"SURPRISE!" slap!
yeah, fuck fratboy gojo satoru.
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a/n: hi guys! hope u liked this one. took me a few days to write but finally, it's out!
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been stuck contemplating the direction i want my fic to go, to all of you that have been reading it thank you fr and i swear im almost done w a new chapter (ā„ļ¹ā„)
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