DAWN

The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.

You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.

Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”

Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”

You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”

The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”

His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”

“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.

“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”

You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.

“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”

Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.

A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”

“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”

Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”

The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.

You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.

Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”

Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”

You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”

The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”

His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”

“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.

“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”

You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.

“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”

Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.

A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”

“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”

Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”

The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.

You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.

Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”

Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”

You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”

The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”

His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”

“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.

“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”

You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.

“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”

Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.

A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”

“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”

Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”