⋆˚꩜｡CW• forced intoxication, emetophobia.
fratjo who lives for the attention, no, he practically craves it. (How else do you think he became president of the frat). Whether it’s the newest drinking game or a swarm of women, wherever a crowd forms trust fratjo will be at the centre.
fratjo who spends every morning sneaking out of a different sorority house before the latest fucked out girl can wake up and him if sex makes them exclusive.
fratjo who claims to lose said girl’s number when she approaches him at the next frat party, asking why her texts aren’t going through.
fratjo who knows nothing more than physical attraction. Sure he’s experienced love, but only platonically. The concept of liking a girl for anything beyond sex is foreign to him.
fratjo who only cares about the opinions of his frat bros especially fratgeto and two of the only women he hasn’t slept with Shoko and Utahime, although he would never admit that to any of them.
fratjo who doesn’t have a specific type in women. He doesn’t care about hair colour, eye colour, size, none of that shit. He especially doesn’t give a shit about personality. He doesn’t hang around the same girl long enough to care about her interests.
fratjo who flirts like it’s his second language. Especially when he’s drunk. He hates the idea of beating around the bush. If he’s attracted to you, you’ll know within the first five minutes of talking to him.
fratjo who definitely believes that he is the prize. “Look at this poor mirror,” he exclaims to a half-bored geto. “it hasn’t been graced with the presence of Satoru Gojo, I should put it out of its misery no?” Geto groans as he watches his best friend flex in the mirror, muttering something about Gojo needing to get a life.
fratjo who can’t pass up an opportunity to exploit the vastness of his mind.
Gojo relaxes in his chair as the newest girl works her mouth around his dick while he completes the rest of her maths homework, annoyed at the prolonged use of his brain. “What kind of maths major doesn’t understand integration?” He mutters under his breath.
fratjo who has only ever seen you once. You were at a cafe with Shoko laughing too hard at whatever stupid question Shoko asked you. All he could really remember about you was the shiny gold eyebrow piercing that reflected into his eye. Apart from that Gojo knew nothing about you, not that he really cared.
fratjo who already knows he aced his finals, so the only correct thing to do is to throw a party at the frat house. Who cares if some people still have finals? Not Gojo.
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): frat party tonight in honour of finals being over
┃Gojo’s bitch: Gojo my finals arent over until next week
┃Mr smartie pants: A lot of people’s finals don’t end until next week Gojo.
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): so nanami and geto hate me
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): i never expected this
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): nanami maybe but you geto
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): i considered you a brother
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): a comrade
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): an amigo
┃Wishes he was Gojo: Keep spamming and I’ll slice you in half
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): sukuna you hate me too :(
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): i’ll go and die since that’s what you all want from me
┃Toejuice: Have the party if you want to, those who want to come will come and those who don’t, won’t
┃Toejuice: And for the love of god stop spamming
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): i knew some out there loved me
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): toji have you ever considered the possibility that we might be soulmates
┃Gojo (aka the best aka the strongest): Choso i see you in the shadows
Gojo pumps his fist in the air as he places his phone in his back pocket. Tonight will be a night to remember.
Gojo pauses at the stoplight as the cars speed past, lost in thought when he senses a figure approaching. He expects the figure to stop beside him but it keeps going, until the person is walking into oncoming traffic.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Gojo calls out as he grabs onto the person’s hoodie, yanking them back. What kind of idiot walks into traffic.
You turn around immediately, disgust covering your face. Who the fuck is touching you. You meet the eyes of your culprit and of course it is none other than Satoru Gojo. Fuck your life.
“Don’t worry you can thank me with a kiss.” Gojo winks as he takes you in. He seems to recognise you from somewhere as he mutters something about an eyebrow before staring into your soul with those eyes. You glare at him, not even dignifying him with a response, just turning around to face the crossing.
“Or you could just say thank you.” Gojo huffs, clearly put off by your reaction to his act of bravery. You don’t even turn around, you just wait for the light to turn red and then… you cross the street, leaving Gojo behind. If you hadn’t glared at Gojo, he would’ve assumed that you hadn’t seen him.
Gojo mutters to himself about your rudeness as he enters the house. “Should’ve just let her get crushed by that bus.”
Geto immediately looks up eyebrow raised at his sulking friend. “Did you realise that you’ve already fucked all the girls coming tonight, is that why you’ve come in moody?” Gojo immediately cracks a grin at his closest friend.
“There will always be more women Geto, and you’re acting like i’ll die if i fuck the same girl twice.” Gojo snorts. Geto lays back on the couch “Just curious as to why a cloud of thunder is following you around.”
“This girl, Shoko’s friend, not Utahime-,” Geto interrupts already amused, “Great description…”
Gojo ignores the obvious sarcasm and continues, “she almost gets herself run over. So I, as the hero I am, swoop in and save her and I don’t even get a thank you.” Gojo huffs, crossing his arms, irritation taking over his features as he remembers the look you gave him. It basically screamed at him ‘never fucking touch me’. Bitch.
He runs a hand over his face as Geto laughs. He mock pouts at Gojo “Aww poor Gojo, one girl doesn’t fall before your knees and now you’re sad.” He scoffs at Geto’s words, “Whatever man, as long as nothing ruins tonight i couldn’t care less about Shoko’s friend.”
And with that Gojo trudges upstairs, not even glancing back at his wheezing best friend, a shower the only thing on his mind.
fratjo who cares about the brothers in the frat more than anything. He would die for any one of them (because there are obviously so many life threatening occurrences in college). Don’t tell anyone but he might love them more than he loves himself.
As Gojo is about to turn the corner, his feet hit something, or rather someone. He looks down to seen none other than Choso, eyes drooping, mouth hung open as he mutters to himself. Gojo’s irritation quickly turns to annoyance as his mind physically won’t let him leave one of his best friends the campus plug slurring on the ground, no matter how much his body wants to.
He bends down and lifts Choso who actually believes that he might be floating, and walks Choso to his room, before placing him on his bed. He then, goes back down to get Cho a cold compress and a bottle of water. Geto is still laughing.
Gojo has never been more tempted to throw knives at someone’s head, but there’s a first for everything.
He rolls his eyes and heads back up to Cho, who might be dead, might be asleep, we’ll find out later, and places the compress over his forehead, and the bottle next to his bed, before walking out, finally ready for his shower.
As he finally approaches the shower, he bangs his head against the door as he realises that Sukuna is already in there. Which means?
There won’t be any hot water for the next couple of hours.
He might have to burn this fucking frat down.
Gojo leans against the doorframe of the frat house entrance, greeting all the guests. Handshakes with the guys, lingering touches with the girls. With the amount of people here, you’d think that the whole college had finished finals.
Red solo cups litter the lawn, and Gojo grimaces. “The bin is right there.” he mutters as he watches another person launch their cup into a tree. But nothing can ruin his night.
Until he sees Shoko and Utahime, and of course you. The ungrateful ass from this morning. He rolls his eyes as you guys approach.
Shoko grins at his expression, obviously having already been told whatever twisted version of the story, that you had given her. “Satoru Gojo, not excited to see girls? Finals really must have fried your brain.” She smirks, clearly enjoying whatever was about to unfold.
Gojo smiles immediately at that, “Is the nonchalant act not working? I was thinking about taking on a different approach tonight.”
Utahime doesn’t even give him the time of day, as she says “Be polite and get me a drink.” clearly already over Gojo. He grins at her lack of tolerance for him and heads back inside before shortly returning with three cups of mystery liquid.
He hands one to Shoko and Utahime, and then smirks as he brings the last cup to his mouth, looking at you. He chokes immediately, half because Utahime and Shoko slapped him over the head and half because he had finally taken in your appearance.
You stare at him unimpressed, but he isn’t taking in your expression, instead, he’s taking in each of your features individually. And his eyes keep drawing back to your piercings.
Utahime and Shoko’s rambling about him needing to be polite by getting you a drink fall on deaf ears as he mutters “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
fratjo who has never complimented a girl outside of sex. What’s the point? It causes unnecessary attachment that he does not have the capacity to deal with. Maybe a “you look sexy” here and an “okay hottie” there, but an actual compliment. Yeah no…
Gojo cringes immensely. Sure he had seen you earlier in the day, but his annoyance was clearly clouding his vision because now, Gojo is sure he is seeing an angel. You groan immediately and Shoko and Utahime share a glance before they break out into giggles.
You roll your eyes and smile curtly before saying “Won’t work on me Gojo.” and moving past him, into the house.
Gojo stares at your retreating figure, like puppy who’s experiencing his owner leaving the house without him for the first time. He can’t remember why he was ever annoyed at you in the first place. Shoko elbows him and wags her finger in his face. “No.” One word.
He raises an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge?” clearly amused by Shoko’s sternness. She rolls her eyes for the nth time in the past five minutes. “No.” Gojo’s smile is back as Shoko lectures him.
“It’s a warning, you’ll piss her off, and if she’s pissed, then I won’t hear the end of it for dragging her here. And then I’ll be pissed. So stay away.”
She grabs Gojo’s ear and drags it to her mouth. “Got it?” He winces, “Got it. Fuck. Let go.” She smiles, and her and Utahime enter the frat house that is now practically shaking from the loud music and people jumping up and down.
Gojo definitely has not ‘Got it’ because not even five minutes later he’s beside you at the drinks. You’re already irritated as you ask “Are you hovering because you want to spike me or?” You’re tired, your finals aren’t over and yet here you are.
Because Utahime and Shoko practically forced you out of the house. Great. And now the most annoying person in the world won’t leave you alone.
He takes no offence and instead he smiles. “Angel-“ You cut him off immediately. “Absolutely not.” You jab your finger into his chest, that’s suddenly really close to yours, and look up at him, ready to cuss him out when he grabs your arm and dips his head lower until your foreheads brush.
“Chill out angel, you’re here to have fun.” He smiles down at you before continuing, “So have fun with me.” Gojo expects that to work. After all you’re completely flustered and he’s beautiful. Why wouldn’t it work.
You smile up at him sweetly, and Gojo is sure that he’s got you. You push your head up until your noses touch and you’re both breathing each other’s air. “Oh Gojo,” you pause smiling at the love stricken boy above you, “get your fucking hands off of me before I reunite you with the angels.”
You rip yourself away from his grip and grab your drink before heading over to the couch.
Gojo doesn’t have time to even register what just happened before a cackling Geto walks towards him. To be honest Gojo isn’t sure he stopped laughing after he left him on the couch earlier.
“Real smooth Gojo.” He muses from behind. Gojo shoves him lightly as he tells him to fuck off, to which Geto doesn’t.
He groans as he watches you smiling at everyone but him. He turns to his friend. “What am I doing wrong?” Geto takes a break in his laughter as he ‘comforts’ his whiny friend. “Maybe she just doesn’t like frat bros.”
Gojo immediately lights up. “So it’s not me, it’s just my affiliation.” Geto rolls his eyes almost immediately and Gojo begins to ramble about ways he can take the frat out of the boy without taking the boy out of the frat.
fratjo who never blows girls off at parties. In fact there’s not a single girl that he doesn’t entertain, and then the last one he entertains is the lucky girl whose bed he ends up in. That’s how it has always been, that’s how it’ll always be.
Except for tonight. Girls have been flirting with him all night, but he hasn’t even glanced at them. Everyone thinks he’s so off of his rocks that he can’t even focus on them. So when he goes up to his room to strategise, no one questions him. They all think he’s gone to recover before rejoining the party.
He plans out everything, how he’ll approach you, how he’ll convince you that he can change, everything, down to each blink.
It would be an amazing plan if you hated frat bros.
But you don’t. You just don’t like Gojo.
He comes down to find you talking to Nanami, and a part of him dies. You’re laughing. With Nanami. It’s not just you laughing. Kento Nanami is engaging in laughter with you. Kento Nanami who hates the parties.
He doesn’t know if he’s jealous of you for making Nanami laugh or if he’s jealous of Nanami for making you laugh.
Maybe irritated. Exasperated at worst. But jealous? Nah.
‘Maybe she just doesn’t like frat boys’
Of course if you liked any frat guy it would be Nanami, he’s barely a frat boy. Yes he’s in the frat, but he’s the most adult out of everyone. It would make sense for you to gravitate towards him.
Gojo felt an unknown weight lift of his chest as he reminds himself of that. And the fact that Nanami is crushing hard on Shoko.
He went to grab a drink in the kitchen, before executing his ‘well thought out’ plan, when he’s swarmed by a group of sorority girls. “Satoruuuu.” They whine grabbing his hands. “Why have you been ignoring usss.” One presses his hand into her tit while another plays with his hair and another traces kisses along his neck.
For the first time ever. Gojo didn’t want the attention. He wanted everything but the attention. But you don’t know that. Of course the first thing you see after laughing with the guy that Shoko has been plotting on is Gojo having an orgy in the kitchen.
Ew gross if he thought he’s ever getting near you.
You and Nanami head out to the garden where you meet more of the frat bros and reunite with your friends.
You immediately push Nanami and Shoko together before heading over with Utahime to a swing bench containing a guy with pink hair, who’s smoking with three black haired dudes and a blonde girl.
You hit it off almost immediately with all of them. Black haired guy number one, whose name you learned is Choso, and his girl Yuki (blonde girl) were definitely on another planet, but still managed to make easy conversation. It makes you wonder just how often they are this high.
Black haired guy number two, Toji, and pink haired guy, Sukuna, were honestly just mouthy. Not in a Gojo way sadly thankfully. They look quiet and grumpy as fuck, but god that couldn’t be further from the truth. Okay, maybe they are grumpy, but quiet? God no. And the fucking teasing. It got the point were you were somehow in Toji’s lap comparing tit size. Yeah…
And finally, Mr manbun. He actually started the conversation with you. It was really random. And now he’s sat on the floor while you braid his hair and the group plays snakes and ladders. You’re winning of course.
You’re genuinely having fun. Which is a surprise to you, Shoko and Utahime.
That is until an ever present white haired man enters the garden, kiss marks donning his entire frame. Great.
Gojo has spent the past hour fighting off girls, instead of executing his plan like he was supposed to be doing. After escaping the kitchen incident, you and Nanami had disappeared.
He checks everywhere, and in every corner of the house, there is a girl begging him to have sex with her.
Gojo runs a hand down his face as he begins to visualise the layout of his house. He’s checked the whole house and he hasn’t seen you. Or any of his bros as a matter of fact.
Maybe you left. You didn’t seem very happy to be here. Gojo sighs, deciding to accept defeat and goes outside to get a blunt from Choso.
When he walks out to the garden he finds everyone. And by everyone, he means everyone who means something to him. And you. Sat on the swing bench, with Geto between your legs. His hair in your hands (behave guys). Laughing at something that fucking Toji said.
He can’t even make good jokes.
Everyone stares at him when he enters the garden, and Gojo has never felt so small. He feels out of place. But he’ll never show it.
“Let’s all go to the garden and not tell Gojo. Ouch.” He clutches his heart, half performing, half trying to calm the organ down.
Everyone rolls their eyes and Geto waves his friend over to join the game. Out of everyone, he’s the only one who knows how hurt Gojo can be when he feels left out.
Gojo grins and skips over, plopping down between Geto and Choso. The conversation starts up again, but you focus on Geto’s hair more than anything. It’s so silky you might die. “Suguru, if I steal your scalp, would you be mad.”
Gojo freezes. You hadn’t called him by his first name. Why does Geto get that treatment.
Geto laughs and turns to face you, “And what do you intend to do with my scalp once you aquire it?”
Before you can answer you hear a moan come for Toji and Sukuna’s direction. “Oh Suguru, you’re so good at this. I love pulling your hair.” They mock.
You thwack them both before continuing to fishtail Geto’s hair.
‘Maybe she just doesn’t like frat boys’
‘Maybe she just doesn’t like frat boys’
Gojo’s head is spinning as you laugh. Of course it’s just him who can’t seem to form a connection with you.
Gojo doesn’t know how he ended up on the couch. But here he is. Beer in hand. Sulking. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t even fucking know you. Maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t even given him a chance but you’re getting along with everyone else. Whatever it is. It needs to go.
Geto comes and sits beside him, and Gojo collapses against his friend. He’s not mad at Geto because you like him more. God that’s so fucking lame. He’s mad at himself for not being someone you want to talk to.
Geto pushes Gojo off of his shoulder when they both hear you whine.
“I don’t wannaaaaa.” You pull at your arm that Shoko is now gripping. Shoko sighs, clearly not expecting this. “Baby, you’re drunk. I can’t leave you here.” You dig your nails into her hand until she pulls away. You grin in triumph.
“But I’m having so much fun here with everybody.” You hiccup, way too drunk for your own good. “Pleaseeeeeeee.” You look up at Sho with your best puppy eyes and Gojo melts. Shoko on the other hand is unaffected.
Somehow, some way, Gojo ends up behind you. “Shoko let her stay, we’ll look after her.” Gojo pleads, pointing at Geto. Even if you don’t want to speak to him for whatever reason, he’ll do anything to make you happy.
You don’t even turn around. Even drunk you don’t want anything to do with Gojo. Shoko sighs “If she calls me saying that anyone did anything to her Satoru, I swear.” Gojo grabs her hands. “ I promise to keep her safe,” He then places two fingers to his head. “Scout’s honour.”
You snort, and Gojo swoons. Shoko and Utahime wave goodbye before leaving you to have your fun.
You run back into the house and Gojo stares. All the girls stare too. He’s seriously blowing them off, for you?
You’re in the kitchen when the first girl approaches. “You really think he wants you.” she spits. You giggle, too drunk to even register what she’s saying. “What?”, you question, backing into a corner while another girl approaches. “Yeah, you fucking whore.”
Suddenly, you’re surrounded by fucking heathens, who are ready to beat the shit out of you. “Are you talking about fucking Gojo.” you laugh. “Keep him girls, in fact do whatever it takes to keep him the hell away from me.” You think they’ll leave you alone after you show your clear disinterest in him. How wrong you are.
You feel nails scrape your cheek, as one slaps you. “You think that reverse psychology shit works bitch.” Another grabs your hair, screeching,“It was meant to be me today.” You taste blood. When did you start bleeding.
You feel your head plummeting towards the counter. Shit. Shit. Shit. Suddenly your descent pauses as you feel an arm wrap around you.
“Get the fuck out.” is all you hear before you feel someone drag you towards the couch.
Hands are on your face as you stare ahead, not registering the man before you. He has nice blonde hair, that’s the only notable feature. He offers you a drink, and who are you to say no.
Gojo is bouncing around in the living room when he realises that he hasn’t seen you in a while. He trudges over to Nanami who’s asking if Shoko got home safe. “Nanamiii.”
Nanami sighs deeply, ready to kill himself. “Have you seen Shoko’s friend. I need to look after her.” Gojo slurs, swaying side to side.
Nanami huffs, “You still haven’t managed to learn her name.” Gojo shakes his head. Way too hard. He stumbles before finding his footing. “Well no I haven’t seen her. And her name is-”
Gojo sobers up almost immediately when he sees one of the only people who aren’t welcome in his house. Naoya. Dragging a slurring you out of the house. And is that? Blood?
Everything moves so slowly as Gojo manoeuvres through the crowd. Why the hell aren’t you moving in the pricks arm.
He manages to reach Naoya, and he immediately grabs his arm. “Hands off.” Naoya smirks as he recognises the voice behind him.
“Ah, Gojo. Of course.” he looks Gojo up and down before moving you to his other hand. “You see I would, but she wants to come with me. Don’t you darling?” Naoya squishes your cheeks and nods your head, irritating Gojo even more.
It all happens so fast. One second you’re leaning against Naoya, the next you’re in Gojo’s arms while Naoya is holding a broken nose, crawling towards his car.
Gojo walks you back into the house and up the stairs while you’re barely registering your surroundings. You lean against him murmuring about how he smells nice. He’s too mad to register the compliment.
fratjo doesn’t do vomit. He would rather die than be near someone vomiting. Which is rich considering that someone is almost always vomiting at one of his parties. Whether it’s the smell, the sound, the look. He just can’t stand it.
The second you heave, Gojo is running to the bathroom. He barely sets you down before you’re hurling into the toilet. Vomit a colour he couldn’t even name.
Instead of rushing out like he would it were any one else. He leans down and rubs your back as everything you’ve eaten in the past 24 hours resurfaces in his toilet.
Only when twenty minutes has passed since your vomiting does he lift you onto the counter and flush the toilet. He hands you a spare tooth brush and toothpaste. You smile at him and look down before saying a quick thank you.
Gojo can’t resist making a joke. “Oh so she does know how to say thank you.” You roll your eyes immediately. “I just won’t try next time.” You croak around the paste.
Gojo laughs and you smile with him for the first time all night.
Once you finish brushing your teeth, you catch a glimpse of your reflection and grimace. Your eyes are bloodshot, your cheeks are scratched and you look swollen. And of course you’re still a little tipsy.
You sway a little as Gojo helps you wash your face.
“AH. IT BURNS.” you screech.
Gojo groans, “Close your fucking eyes then angel.” You huff at his clear logic. “Ok but it’s already in there so if I close them, then they’ll burn forever.”
Gojo grabs your face. “Angel?” You roll your eyes at the stupid nickname as Gojo continues. “Shut up.”
He pats your face dry and lifts you in his arms. “I can walk you know.” you huff, annoyed that he’s babying you. If this is his method of getting into your pants, then he’s falling miserably. He raises and eyebrow and places you down.
“Be my guest.” He says as he watches you wobble. The second he places you down. The world immediately begins to spin. You can’t seem to focus on a single point.
You mumble for Gojo to help you, but of course he has to be a dick about this too. “What was that angel?” He cups his hand around his ear leaning towards you.
You’re not repeating yourself, especially not if he’s going to be a prick. You take a few steps before you’re back in Gojo’s arms. “I would never let my angel walk in this condition.” He muses from above you.
Only one word plays in your mind.
Gojo could go to hell if he thinks you’ll ever be his. Every girl in this building has probably been his at some point.
Somewhere along the way, you find yourself in his room. Fuck. You’re fucked. Your throat is suddenly dry as he places you on his bed.
Fuck off if he thinks you’ll sleep with him.
“I want to go back to the party Gojo.” you say firmly, but he ignores you. He heads to his closet. Where he keeps his condoms? You don’t care. You’re planning your escape route. You can barely walk or talk so running and screaming are out of the equation. You could text Shoko. But she wouldn’t be able to get anyone here in time.
You’re brought out of your thoughts by Gojo bringing you a pile of clothes.
“Pick your favourite, angel.”
You whisper a prayer of thanks to God and pick the dark grey one.
Gojo, ever the gentleman exits the room while you change and question every moment that has led to this.
When Gojo re-enters he swears he’s found the cause of his downfall. There you are in all your glory, in his hoodie, staring at him, eyes droopy. You pat the bed beside you, beckoning him over.
Gojo practically runs over. God knows if he had a tail it would be wagging right now. He sits beside you in the bed as you begin to ramble while falling asleep.
“Gojo.” you whisper. He hums in response. Then you shoot up, startling him. “Gojo.” you say more seriously. You’re not sure if it’s the remaining alcohol in your system or the sleep threatening your eyes, but you grab his face and look at him so seriously. “Thank you for saving me two times today.” you raise two fingers to emphasise.
He laughs at your abruptness. “It’s okay angel.” You sigh contented. You would’ve thanked him earlier, but the one liner this morning really irritated you. It made you feel cheap, so you chose to ignore him.
“What’s my reward.” He smirks. You groan. You knew you should’ve left it.
You turn away from him and think long and hard.
“Maybe a kiss.” you say quietly and then turn, ready for Gojo to be puckered up. Instead he holds your face away from him.
“The fact that you even suggested that tells me that you’re still drunk angel.” he says as you stare. There were many lines the Gojo wouldn’t cross. One of them being taking advantage of someone while they were under the influence.
You shake your head rapidly. “I’m sober I swear.” Gojo smiles at your insistence. “Well then, I would rather you be more sober for our first kiss.”
Did you hear him right? First? “You say that like there’ll more.” You laugh quietly.
Gojo just looks at you. “A lot more.”
“Ok so tomorrow morning.” You say.
Gojo groans. “Don’t get my hopes up angel, you hate me when you’re sober.”
You jolt up again and grab your phone. You open up your voice memos and begin to speak into the speakers. “Memo to me in the morning, ok first you didn’t sleep with Gojo,”
Gojo chuckles beside you as you continue “but I did kinda promise him a kiss, so you better not break it.”
You end the memo and settle back into the bed. “There now I won’t forget.” You yawn.
Two seconds later, you’re out cold, head falling onto Gojo’s chest.
fratjo who loves sleep more than sex. Except tonight, he barely blinks out of the fear that you’ll wake up and shove him away.
a/n: This deadass took forever. Idk whether to do part 2 bc it was meant to be porn with plot but it lowkey turned into just plot. I’m scared it’s ass. It probably is ooc since it’s modern au but wtv.
