୨୧ frat!gojo and !whimsicalreader go on their first date to a cat cafe and realize they have a lot more in common than they thought.
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂: shygojo x !whimsicalreader
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: tysm for the support in part one!! I want to do something more with this story maybe a ‘how they started dating’ , their relationship dynamic or drabble. please like and reblog .ᐟ.ᐟ
𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: @idaliaalexzandrasinclaire @ilovenanmi @jiyuspassion @lil-meowmeow
It had been two days since the encounter with Gojo Satoru. To your surprise, the infamous frat boy who beamed with confidence was extremely shy, or at least around you.
You normally saw him with a few girls surrounding him. If a girl was around him, you just assumed she was male centered and he was female centered, but your opinion slightly swayed after talking to him.
He stuttered a bit and hesitated, which you found cute, and he came up to you to talk first, which you found appealing.
The usual relationship meetings in your generation consisted of Instagram DMs or someone’s friend trying to put them on, and the whole meeting by going through their friend, which you found so stupid.
If a guy was truly interested, he would find time to come up to you and exchange information if you were comfortable with getting to know him, which is what Gojo did.
His shy demeanor took away from the charming personality he was known to have, which is why you think you accepted his coffee date.
Normally, you would have ignored him, but to be honest, you did find him attractive. His white spiky hair that glistened every time the sun hit it did catch your eye, despite the way you ignored him.
It was more notable features than you being romantically drawn to him.
You were shocked by his sudden confession, especially because you two were polar opposites, or at least on the outside. You chalked it up to a joke, a bet, a prank.
You had read this trope a million times, considering your Tumblr time went beyond ten hours a week.
The classic frat boy makes a bet to get in the shy girl’s pants. It had to be the case, because why else would he randomly ask you on a date?
He said he liked your style, which was kind. You really did try to express yourself in the clothes you wore.
But all of this seemed so coincidental, so you decided to call your close friend Shoko, considering she was familiar with Gojo.
The phone rang a few times before a hushed voice whispered into the phone, then a clear,
You raised an eyebrow because Shoko was usually alone or at parties, but it was the middle of the day, so that confused you.
“Hey? What are you up to?”
You said in a questioning tone into the phone.
It took a while for her to respond, so much so that you thought she was on mute.
“Girl, I think you’re on mute.”
Her voice randomly boomed.
“Sorry. What’s up? What did you call for?”
This was the weirdest phone call you had with Shoko. She sounded like she was being held hostage, and then it clicked, or so you thought.
She was busy, doing certain things to certain people.
“Ohh, Shoko. I see! Sorry to interrupt. I’ll hit you later. Okay? Bye.”
You said as you quickly hung up the phone, rubbing your temples in disgust.
Shoko lazily layed horizontally across Gojo’s bed as her arms held her phone off the side of it. Gojo and Geto were on their game. The three were pretty close, despite them constantly arguing.
They were the type of friends to not talk for months and then randomly hang out comfortably.
Shoko’s phone began to ring, which caught the attention of her two male friends who sat on the floor.
“Keep it down for a sec. [insert name] is calling.”
This caused Gojo to snap his head toward Shoko. He quickly snatched the phone and hurriedly stated,
“Remember when I asked you about her? I asked her out.”
His head snapped over to Geto.
“This is the girl who I asked you the hypothetical what if about!”
Shoko’s hand slammed against her mouth as she quickly took back the phone and answered. She failed to hush Geto and Gojo as they began their whispered side chatter about what you could be calling about.
You two began talking on the phone, and Gojo and Geto whisper yelled in the back, insisting she put the phone on speaker.
“Hey? What are you up to?”
The group all looked at each other and motioned for Shoko to answer. She did not.
“Sorry. What’s up? What did you call for?”
“Ohh, Shoko. I see! Sorry to interrupt. I’ll hit you later. Okay? Bye.”
Then just like that, the phone hung up. Shoko threw her head back in frustration.
“She totally thinks I’m like mid orgy or something.”
Shoko said in a whiny tone.
Gojo face palmed so hard, and Geto looked at the duo’s agony in pure confusion.
“Why didn’t you respond like a normal person? We could have asked her some questions about me.”
Gojo said in an annoyed tone as he picked up the controller from the floor.
“Well, I could have formulated a thought if you idiots had not been in my ear the entire time.”
Gojo felt eyes on him. He looked over at his two friends, who impatiently waited for an explanation.
He explained the situation, and Shoko was not the most excited to hear the news.
“Okay, so in what world would that work?”
Gojo looked at her knowingly but quickly rebutted by saying,
“Okay, but this is different. I do normally go for sorority girls and, well, any girls who give me attention, but [insert name] struggles even paying attention to me. That’s different, and I like how she’s not afraid to express herself. It’s hot.”
He said and Shoko swore she saw him drooling.
The two listened to Gojo’s spiel and exchanged glances with each other.
“I mean, you don’t need my permission to date her, obviously, but you should treat her amazingly because she’s such a sweet girl.”
“Holy glaze. I need to meet this girl because why are you guys talking about her like a goddess.”
Geto said, annoyed, as he grabbed his phone, disinterested in the conversation.
The date with Gojo was today, and to say you were anxious was an understatement. It was more of a fear of not connecting.
Would you have any of the same interests? Was he as nice as he appeared? Was he going to pay for you? Should you bring extra money?
Your nerves were also stimulated by the fact that you had never been on a date before. No boy had ever asked you out, and you had not even had your first kiss.
It was different talking to boys for you. They had always been harsh or mean. Most were trying to talk to you as a joke or even once as a bet, so you learned to ignore guys.
But here you were, standing in front of a cafe, anxiously waiting to go inside. Your monkey charm clinked against the silver on your purse as your arm reached out to open the door.
Despite the two of you meeting at your campus coffee shop, he insisted on another coffee shop. You had heard of it before. It was called Cat and Clinks.
To your surprise, when you stepped inside, it was a regular cafe but with cats lounging around. You could have melted. They were so cute.
You almost felt your nerves vanish until you saw him.
He stood near a table laughing with an employee as he stroked a white cat’s head. In that moment, you felt your heart soften. He looked identical to the cat.
He noticed your gaze, excused himself, and placed the cat down on the floor.
He straightened up when he reached you, suddenly looking nothing like the confident guy who had been calmly talking to the employee a second ago.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure if you would actually come.”
You blinked. “Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged before saying, “I thought I was way too straightforward.”
You smiled a little, and he asked you the casualities as you guys got seated.
“It wasn’t too much,” you murmured.
He let out a breath he had clearly been holding. “Good. Okay. Cool.”
He pulled your chair out for you, then sat across from you.
“So, how’s your day been?”
You answered with a short, “It’s been fine.”
That is what the conversation consisted of for a while, him carrying it and you shyly answering. But after the small dishes came out and the cats warmed up to you guys, the conversation deepened.
You two began talking about school and what your majors were. He was majoring in finance, and his minor was business. He was very confident in what he wanted to do, which was an attractive quality to you.
You shared how you were majoring in psychology in hopes of becoming a forensic psychologist, and surprisingly, you two shared an interest in true crime.
You both even agreed on how true crime YouTubers were odd for profiting off families of deceased loved ones. It was more about the psychological factor and what the motive of killer were.
The conversation jumped from topic to topic, and you guys even joked about college life. It was a good conversation, and the amount of interest you two had made you giggly the entire time.
“What media do you consume, or are you not a movie watcher?” he asked as he stroked the head of his twin cat.
You thought for a second as you stirred sugar into your second cup of tea.
“Don’t judge me,” you said quickly, and just as quickly, he nodded.
“I’m into anime, and I love dark thrillers,” you said, wincing a little.
“You’re kidding. Same. I just can’t tell people that because all of a sudden I become an otaku?”
He said in a confused tone, which caused you to laugh.
“Why did I tell my friend I watched anime and she said I can tell by your natural aegyo. No correlation.”
You responded, which caused him to laugh in return.
The conversation continued like this, and by the time you knew it, the owner flipped the open sign on the door, which caused your conversation to abruptly pause.
“I guess it’s that time,” he said as he stood up and pushed his chair in, and you followed suit.
He began walking toward the door, ready to open it for you, only for you to stand there confused.
“Wait, we didn’t pay,” you whispered.
He smiled at your reaction before placing his hand on the bar of the entry door.
“I paid before you got here. My family also owns a couple cat cafe franchises around the area, so even if I tried to dine and dash, my parents would find out.”
“They own this one?” you asked, now confused.
“It’s more like they have co ownership. They’re kind of like building managers with little control of the companies that operate inside their plazas, if that makes sense.”
Gojo said as his hand moved to his chin, trying to see if he explained that properly.
You let out a slow nod. “I understand. That’s really cool. This place is also really cute. I’ve always wanted to come to a cat cafe.”
You said as you finally began walking toward the door. He opened it, and you walked out first, with him following behind.
The two of you now stood outside the shop.
A beat of silence passed, which caused Gojo to quickly look down at his phone to check the time. It was late, and Gojo offered to walk you home. It was a quiet walk, with chatter here and there about your neighbor.
You only lived a few blocks away from campus, and the shop was relatively close, so it was not a hassle.
When you finally made it to your dorm building, you stood swaying.
What was next? When you watched rom coms to prepare for the date, they normally kissed, but you were not ready for that. You also wondered what he would say. Would he do another date? Ask you to date? Maybe he would request to just stay friends.
You both began at the same time, which earned a giggle from you.
You said as you lightly clutched your purse in your hands.
“I appreciate you for coming. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while.”
He squinted before speaking.
“But not in a stalker way. I just always see you on campus.”
He quickly blurted as his ears turned red.
“I’m not good with new people most times, but it’s so easy to talk to you. It’s refreshing.”
“Same. Normally, I’m raging at parties, and while that’s definitely me and my personality, I enjoyed connecting with someone on a deeper level. It’s realistic to talk about my interests with someone who cares. I feel grounded.”
He said, joking a bit at the last part.
A small laugh slipped out of you at that.
“Grounded’s good,” you said softly.
The entrance to your dorm loomed just behind you now, lights glowing through the glass doors. Neither of you moved toward it. You just stood there, the night humming quietly around you, like it was waiting to see what you would do next.
Gojo shifted his weight, hands sliding into his pockets. “I should probably let you get inside,” he said, though he did not sound like he wanted to go just yet.
You nodded, even though part of you felt the same.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Thanks for walking me.”
“Anytime,” he replied easily. Then, after a beat, “I mean that.”
Another pause. Not awkward, just full.
“Well,” you said, breaking it gently, “goodnight, Gojo.”
“Goodnight,” he echoed, his smile softer than it had been all evening.
You turned toward the doors, pushing them open, but just before you stepped inside, you glanced back. He was still there, watching you like he was not quite ready to leave either.
That thought stayed with you as you headed upstairs, warm, unresolved, and quietly hopeful.
Whatever this was, it did not feel finished.
And somehow, that made it better.
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