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ꜰʀᴀᴛ!ᴛᴏᴊɪ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴜꜱ, ᴀ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴏʀɪᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ, ᴀ 6’ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏʀᴏʀɪᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟ? ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ? ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ

“ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴊɪ, ɪ’ᴍ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ”

A/N: hey beautiful people!! This is my first EVER published work!! ^.^ I worked so very hard on this and if I see interest is peaked I will finish this story. Please do not hesitate to give me criticism, I am very new to writing and very willing to learn. I am also not opposed to going back and editing this chapter. With all that being said, please enjoy!!

“Holy shit, that was so hard” you huffed as you laid on your dorm floor as the last of your luggage sits next to you, taunting you like an impossible task. “You shouldn’t have brought your whole life with you” your new roommate Trinity quipped as she sat on her bed. Only a couple nights in and you two were already thick as thieves. The rest of your stuff was dropped just now, courtesy of your parents. Now it was you, trinity, some speakers and some clothes that needed to be organized. You climbed up on your bed, already procrastinating the inevitable workload ahead, opening your phone to scroll mindlessly while Trinity yaps about some boy from orientation. You get a DM from a frat boy you had given your instagram to during orientation, a flyer for some party that's happening tonight, “hey gorgeous, hope to see you there tonight” the guy wrote. 

“Hey trinity, you up for a frat party?”, you ask, feigning disinterest. Her head snaps up, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store, “uhm hell yeah” she replies, sliding off her bed to meet you at your side of the room. “Some frat bro invited me tonight, I think he thinks he’s gonna get some” you say, rolling your eyes. Trinity laughs, settling down next to you to grab your phone and look at the flyer. 

 “Hmm, the Delta Phi Neon night. ‘Freshman girls get in free’. Classy.” She scoffs 

“I mean, at least we don’t have to pay right?” you retorted as you got up from your bed, stretching your limbs from minutes of limited movement. Trinity, sensing your next move, got up as well to head over to her speaker and set the mood. A few moments pass before PARTYNEXTDOOR’s sensual voice fills your shared space, singing about women and sex. You both open your suitcases, looking for things to wear. 

Your eyes settle on a tiny top you packed, something you wouldn’t have dared to wear before coming to university. A baby tee that hugged your breasts perfectly, words spread across reading “big heart, bigger boobs”, a silly joke that you and your mom found humorous. You picked that baby tee, a small black skirt that showed off your thighs, and some jordans to complete your look. 

A makeup look, a hair refresh and a couple of shots later you and Trinity head out the door, getting the address from the flyer and money for the uber from your frat boy admirer. Conversation flows between the both of you, liquid courage giving you an ego boost. Trinity’s pink tank top and denim skirt combo complemented your darker look, the both of you manifesting as a hotter, pinker yin and yang. You packed yourself in the uber and took the 10 minute drive to the frat house, chatting with each other and the uber driver on your way there. 

The arrival was cinematic, the loud music filling your ears as you stepped out of the car. All around the house stood college kids, some moving like second nature and others looking like they might be sick. Everybody seemed to have glow sticks, courtesy of the cute guy you spotted at the door giving everyone glow sticks as they entered. You turn to your blonde friend, who seemed absolutely enamored by the situation. Immediately she grabs your hand and walks up the stairs of the large house, passing a sea of kids who are throwing up, arguing, taking shots and making out. You both walk up to the kid giving glow sticks, who Trinity flirts with before heading inside where the noise doubles in volume and your vision is obscured. The dark house is filled with neon lights and there are bodies packed everywhere. A Migos track pierces your ears as people around you bump and grind like no one's watching. 

You are greeted by a tall Asian boy with long, black hair. His gold irises shock you, tempting you to ask if they are contacts. “What's up ladies? You freshman?” he smirks, eyeing up your pink friend. A ‘hello my name is’ sticker adorns his chest, a neatly written ‘Suguru Geto’ sat underneath. Your friend twirls her hair in her fingers, “yeah, we just moved in a couple days ago” she giggles, already taken with the tall boy. You smile knowingly, telling her that you were going to get them drinks. She nods, barely acknowledging your departure. You head over to the presumed kitchen, suddenly very aware of your clothing or lack of. Stares from much older looking boys and their very blonde girlfriends leave your skin cold. You finally realize how out of place you look at a place like this, with your much darker skin and your bright red hair, courtesy of hair dye and weave. You walk over to the red solo cups and mysterious punch when you get interrupted by a snarky voice. “Yo! Red-Head!” You instinctively turn your head to see a group of boys, the one who called you out standing out the most. A tall, white haired boy gestured for you to come over, sunglasses adorning his slim face. You walk over, the blush of nervousness being masked by the sheer darkness of your surroundings. “ I like your hair. Whats your name sweetheart?” the white haired boy asks, a small smirk creeping up on his face. You smile, “Y/N, Y/N L/N” you say sheepishly. “Saturo, Saturo Gojo” he says, finally removing his glasses. The shock on your face made him chuckle. Bright blue eyes that almost glowed in the dark sat on his face, some of the brightest you’ve ever seen. He laughs, grabbing a cup and filling it with punch. He hands it over and you accept graciously. You make conversation with the men, inquiring about his eyes, the school, their majors, etc. You become acquainted with Satoru, a blonde boy named Kento, a cute brunette named Haibara, and a standoffish stoner nicknamed Choso. After a couple minutes of conversation your friend Trinity comes over with the first boy you met, Suguru. You all spend some more time together, drinks and joints flowing (courtesy of choso). 

A mix of jungle juice and kush has you needing to use the bathroom. Satoru, who is quickly becoming a good acquaintance of yours, instructs you to use the bathroom in his room since the bathroom was always occupied. You travel upstairs, moving past horny college kids. You forget which room Satoru said is his.Satoru’s confusing instructions  lead you to a room with the name ‘Fushiguro’ plastered on the front. Of course in your state, you don’t see that and enter the open room. The room smells of cigarette smoke and cologne. A tall figure sits at the window, phone in one hand and cigarette in the other. The sudden rush of noise catches his attention, turning around with a scowl. Obviously, your state allows you to skip over the dark figure and instead has you looking for a lightswitch. “C’mon, stupid dark frat house” you slur slightly. His scowl turns to smirk, as your drunken state makes your struggle adorable to him. He doesn’t miss the curves of your body either, the way your small pleated skirt covers just enough to make you tempting. Your colored hair made you exotic looking to him, matching perfectly with your light brown skin. You were obviously new, as he would have never missed someone like you. “You lost, ma?” a deep, grumbly voice said behind you. You immediately realize the situation, a deep embarrassed blush crept onto your face. You turn around, and your eyes can't help but widen a smidge. A god of a man stood in front of you, leaning lazily by his window. Denim jorts sat temptingly low on his hips, white wife beater pulled up a little letting you see his happy trail, and a scar on his lip you wanted to lick. “H-Hi” you said nervously, fiddling with your skirt. Unbeknownst to you, this gave him a a better view of your thighs, immediately making him wonder what you look like if he was between them. 

“S-Sorry, Satoru told me I could use his bathroom. Must have made a wrong turn” 

He smirks, flicking his cigarette out the window “nah its cool, no trouble. Go ahead, use mine” he said nonchalantly. 

“A-Are you sure? Its no trouble to find his room” you replied. 

“Trust me, I don’t bite. If you’re not comfortable or something I’ll leave. Plus, you’re drunk. Not smart to be wandering out there alone” He stated rather matter-a-factly. 

“Ok, if its cool with you” you say, walking towards his bathroom, graciously guided by his subtle nod towards a door on his left. You knew the dangers of using a random bathroom, but this did seem safer than wandering around the party. You lock the door behind you and switch the light on, surprised by the cleanliness of the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, dim bathroom light catching in your eyes. You use the bathroom and take a couple pictures in the mirror, your drunken state giving you an unprecedented level of confidence when you're alone. The door clicks as you open it up, still very aware of the sexy specimen that let you use his bathroom. “I though you fell in” he jests, fixing something on his bed. “Heh, sorry. Your bathroom’s really nice” you said, awkwardly looking around. “I-I’m Y/N” you said to fill the silence, hoping he couldn’t hear the tremble in your voice. “Toji Fushiguro” he lights a cigarette while checking his phone. “Lets get you back to your friends, yeah?” he smirks, clearly amused by how frazzled you were. He walks over to the door and opens it, gesturing for you to go through. You walk back out into the hallway, party still vibrant and loud. You see trinity at the end of the hallway, seemingly searching for you. You couldn’t have been gone for that long, right? 

“Y/N!” she calls, looking relieved to see you alive. She runs over, slightly uncoordinated, “where the hell have you been!” she slurs, obviously way more intoxicated than you. “Sorry, I walked into the wrong room. Toji let me use his bathroom though”. Your friend seems confused until she looks behind you, neck craning up dramatically. 

“Oh wow.” she deadpans

He chuckles, deep and rumbly. “Toji! Babe!” a voice yells from down the hallway. All three of you direct your attention towards the noise, being met with an unexpected sight. A mature looking brunette girl walks down the hallway, perched atop what seemed to be christian louboutin pumps. The greek letters “AXO” adorned her small tanktop, and her white pleated skirt seemed to sway with her hips as she walked. With one last look at you, Toji walks past to meet her, reaching out to grab her waist. You and Trinity stood dumbfounded as she grabbed his face and placed a fat kiss on his lips, his hands wandering dangerously up her skirt to grab her ass. Damn, what the hell? This sexy guy lets you use his bathroom and is practically salivating at your body, then he grabs up on this sorority barbie? Sure, you just met this man, but you saw the way he looked at you. “Uhm hi..?” the girl said to you and your friend, obviously clocking how you both started at them. Your ill tempered roommate rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and dragging you back downstairs to the party. 

“What a fucking bitch” she says to you as you both find your way back to the kitchen. 

“I mean we were staring pretty hard” you reply sheepishly

“We can stare wherever we want, especially if her boyfriend is groping her in front of us.” She moves through crowds of people. Ariana Grande seemed to speak to you as she blared through the speakers. “Break up with your girlfriend, yeah yeah cause I'm bored. You can hit it in the morning, yeah yeah, like its yours” 

“C’mon, let's dance” you grabbed your friend's arms, twirling her. She laughs as you two assimilate with the dozens of other drunk, dancing teens. Minutes pass like seconds as you two bump n’ grind like nobodies watching. What you couldn't see was a certain 6 foot frat boy staring down at you from the second story of the house, girlfriend next to him chatting with her sorority friends. Toji fushiguro had a huge problem the second you walked into his bedroom. Your red curls bounced with the music, perfectly framing your swaying hips. He couldn’t stop looking at you, your timid nature sharply contrasting what he was seeing now. No one at the Delta Phi neon night realized the war that was brewing because what Toji couldn’t see was his girlfriend glaring at him. Glaring at you. 

‘Then I realize she's right there, And I'm at home like “Damn, this aint fair!’

END OF CHAPTER 1

A/N: AHHH I'm so nervous to be sharing this, but I love Toji and I love all the college AUs! let me know what you think, any interaction is greatly appreciated :3.

Graphics: @andromeda-graphics