BACK AT IT AGAIN - 'Fratjo' Gojo
when Gojo can't commit to you, he figures out on how to truly love someone without making them feel hopeless.
note: haha fratjo finally, ignore my disappearance and take this :3 also 'fratjo' is dubbed as gojo and 'nerdjo' is dubbed as Satoru because why not
One difference stark difference between Satoru and Gojo is how they were with commitment.
Satoru was great at committing, no matter what the task was. Sudden urge to write a 20 page essay? Done. Offering to be someone's drunk driver even when he doesn't want to? Done.
Finding someone he wanted to date and give his all to? Done.
He relied on his popularity and charisma to pull the strings however he needed. He didn't need to commit to anything — so he never did.
Blank promises where he claim he'd change, he would become a better version of himself. You always ate it up, i mean it was hard not to. Have you seen Gojo?
It was another chaotic frat party at Delta Kappa. Beer pong in one corner where Sukuna was in a fierce competition with.
The dance floor where everyone was grinding in. It did kind of remind you of middle school where no one knew what they were doing — difference is that everyone there is half-drunk and potentially also on drugs.
You stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. The plastic red cup you held with beer you swirled around. You didn't even want to be here.
You only wanted to see him.
Once again, he had promised you he would stick with you the whole night.
"C'mon sweetheart, it'll be fun! I'll even make sure you get to see the photo we framed of Toji's cock!" Gojo begged, following you from behind as you walked to your dorm hall.
You sighed and shook your head, fighting the urge to jump off a cliff at the sight of Gojo. You were upset at him as usual. "Not in the mood, Gojo."
He catched up and stood in front of you, both his hands pressed together and wore a dramatic pout on his lips.
"Puhlease! I'll be on my best behaviour, I'll let you spank me if i'm bad."
"Genuienly never say that again."
Lord, the urge to beat this man grew harder by the second.
Gojo sighed dramatically, holding onto your arm like he was a clingy toddler. "I'll stick with you the whole night, no funny business."
You stopped walking, turning your heads toward the white haired man. The pout still remained stitched on his lips. He was doing those puppy eyes that were hard to resist.
You take in a deep breath, already regretting your decision.
"Fine, I'll come. You're walking me back to my dorm after so i don't get mugged."
And now here you are — standing alone in a room full of people who are enjoying themselves.
You take a big gulp from your plastic cup, making a mental note to never go to one of these frats again.
"Rough night?" A voice says from your left. You turn your head to see Shoko.
You nod, taking another sip from your cup. "Fucking Gojo ran off, probably in a orgy with the sorority girls."
Shoko snorted, taking a drag from her cigarette and stood next to you. "Seriously babe, leave him. There are way better men out there that'll actually treat you well."
You roll your eyes playfully. Shoko always wanted best for you. She had to deal with Gojo and Geto since forever, you could understand her concern on why she didn't want you near one of the two.
"Alright, I'll bite. Who would you set me up with?" You ask, now curious.
"Literally anyone but him."
You glance around the room, trying to find his signature white hair. Shoko pats your shoulder and walks off, leaving you alone again.
You continue looking around with your eyes, it takes awhile but finally you spot him.
In the dance floor with the crowd, dancing effortlessly like life doesn't matter. His eyes meet yours.
You tilt your head and deadpan, turning your body fully towards the direction he was in. You looked around him and saw what you could only describe as girls you'd only see in hentai.
You sigh, turning away and walked outside.
Walking down the steps from the sorority, you heard a familar voice behind you.
"Heeeey sweet! I got carried away and distracted, yknow how it goes with me. I'm a busy guy!" Gojo sheepishly explains.
It was always like this. He'd sweet talk you into caving in and staying the night with him. You two would fuck, he'd say sweet promises to your ear while cuddling that wouldn't be true. Go back to him flirting with other women and repeat.
"Gojo, i don't want to see, hear, or even smell you." You state, turning to look at him with hurt eyes.
"How many times have you came out here and apologised that we both know didnt mean shit? How many times." You demand. Gojo's carefree demeanour tenses — like he wasn't expecting this to blow over this way.
He stammers, looking for an excuse. "We're young and make mistakes, i'm not trying to look for a wife." He blabbers, instantly regretting his words.
You take in a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. You weren't going to cry in front of him, you promised yourself you wouldn't.
Maybe his promises weren't the only false things.
"Do you know how much it hurts to see you with other girls when the night before you said how much you adore and care for me? That shit hurts Gojo, feeling unwanted." You confessed, your vision slightly blurring from the tears forming.
Gojo's face fully dropped, more softer. Soft like when he was asleep. Where all the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out and he looked almost innocent.
You continued. "I hate how you say all of this, how much i mean to you. Then you never mean it. Not one word, Gojo. I feel hopeless. i just want to be loved and committed to, yet you can't even provide that to me."
Gojo almost shakes his head in disbelief. He always was a charmer. He didn't care about feelings, he just like fun.
Somewhere in his heart though — he hated your hopeless expression.
He desperately wanted to wipe it off your face and turn it into the sweet smile he had seen plenty of nights.
"Baby, i don't know how to commit. Its not my thing." Gojo explained, a hand brushing through his hair.
You scoff, almost taken aback by his choice of words again. "Not your thing? You could've fucking said that before we started this. By then i would've found someone who actually gives a shit on how i feel!" You were by now yelling in frustration.
Gojo reaches to you, but you step back.
"Don't even try Gojo, all of this between us —" You motion between you two with your hand, still holding your plastic cup. "It's over, we're over."
Gojo's expression is mortified. "Haha, baby we can talk about this!" Gojo frantically stammered.
You didn't listen, you walked off back to your dorm hall.
Since that night, you hadn't heard from Gojo for a good 3 weeks.
But then well... the incident happened.
You were peacefully walking to your next class, getting walked there by Higuruma.
You two then heard music... Careless Whisper by George Michael.
You speed walk to where it was coming from. It was the college quad.
The sight in front of you was hard to explain.
Toji was dressed up in a rose costume, which heavily resembled a rose toy. Nanami was sat on one of the benches, shaking his head and held a camcorder. Choso and Sukuna were holding a large poster, on it read "TAKE ME BACK MY BABY Y/N"
There he was, Gojo. Dancing dramatically in a suit and danced over to you. He was holding a boquet of flowers.
"My sweet, my flower... Please take me back! I have changed my ways."
You deadpanned, wanting nothing more then to throw up by the attention you were getting by randoms.
"You're fucking insane Gojo. Literally never do this shit again, and don't come near me." You spat out, turning your heel away and ran away. Higuruma stood near, his hands covering his face in disappointment — very much directed towards Gojo.
Geto walked up to Gojo sympathetically. "Hard watch, bro. I told you that you should've done this shit on Roblox. She would've came in her thong."
Gojo lifted his hand to shush Geto, shedding a tear. "All of this effort wasted. Girls usually eat this shit up, I watched 4 different prom proposal Tiktoks that were like this."
Higuruma walked up to Gojo, not wanting to speak to him but he needed to.
"Hey so how about you actually try speaking to her in private, instead of embarrassing her in front of half of the college." Higuruma suggested.
Gojo looked up, his eyes lighting up. He put his hand on his chin, resembling the Speed Impressed photo.
Gojo then turned to Geto. "Order me another bouquet, this time every flower she's every mentioned."
"Can i buy myself something as well?" Geto asked.
It was late at night, you were as snug as a bug in a rug in your bed. Your projector that resembled the night sky was on, and you had white noise in the background.
Right when you were about to fall asleep... KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
You groan into your pillow, sitting up and reluctantly walked to the door. You creaked it open and were face to face with Gojo.
He had a dorky smile on his face — almost resembling Satoru's. He was holding a unicorn stuffed plushie, a bouquet of every flower you've admired, and a vinyl of an album you liked.
You looked at the items and back at his face.
"Satoru helped you with this." You said.
"He did." Gojo admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. ".. Can i come in?" Gojo asked.
You shook your head, not yet. You needed to hear him explain first.
"Talk out here first." You stated. Looking directly at him. "Explain."
Satoru paused, struggling to find the right words. "I really like you, i really do. Maybe even love which is.. something i don't think I've ever felt."
"You're special, and i really want to give you everything you want. Not just items and knick knacks. But me, someone you can rely on. Someone you can trust."
Gojo's expression was something you've never seen before. Vulnerability.
You let out a breath. "Gojo, you have to understand it wont take just one day for me to trust you. I mean, you really have to prove yourself." You explain.
"I know, angel. I want to try, for you. I never wanted to commit cause i was scared. I never felt like this with anyone. I'm so fucking sorry, beautiful."
Damn Gojo and his fuckass puppy eyes.
"One chance. You blow it and we're done and im fucking Geto."
Gojo nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll do whatever you ask, baby." His expression bright, like a child on Christmas morning.
"... And you can come in, no fooling around though. I want to go to sleep only." You declare, stepping to the side so he could walk in.
He rushed in, dropping everything he held down to your dresser nearby before engulfing you in a hug.
He pressed his lips gently against yours — a huge difference to the heavy make outs you two would have.
You softly press your lips against his, the kiss lasting for a few seconds before you pulled away.
That night, you fell asleep with not just in Gojo's arms — but trust in him blossoming.
gagagagagaga idk how to write for fratjo but i did it
also heres the photo i referenced LOL
