—⊹₊⟡⋆ NO LOVE; nerdjo + fratjo twins x reader
summary: this post,, orrr you are childhood friends with the gojo twins, and while you’ve always been close to satoshi, you started to drift away from satoru—who seemed to think he was better than you. after years of not seeing each other, you find out you’re attending the same university. and maybe broken bonds will get repaired?
notes: i really liked how this turned out, i’ll probably turn this into a mini series :)) - 9.9k words!! - i don’t remember the name of the creator who made ‘satoshi’ as the name of satoru’s twin, but all credits goes to them!! @/sweethearticism
part two
a couple years ago.
The first time you met the Gojo twins, you were no more than six years old. You had just moved into the neighborhood, and while your parents unloaded boxes into the house, your eyes kept drifting to the one across the street.
There was a basketball hoop in the driveway, and beneath it stood a boy who looked about your age. He had stark white hair—shorter around the edges—and striking blue eyes. He wore a white T-shirt and an oversized basketball jersey. For a while, he dribbled the ball, taking a few shots and making most of them.
‘Oh, he’s really good…’ you thought absentmindedly, continuing to stare.
Then his attention shifted from the hoop to you. The sudden turn startled you. He tilted his head slightly as he observed you.
And then he smiled—no, grinned—like he enjoyed being watched.
“[Y/n]! Don’t stay on the street too long!”
You turned at the sound of your mother’s voice. She stood on the porch, calling out to you. “Don’t you want to see the inside of the house?”
You nodded, gripping the small toy in your hand. “Coming!”
Before heading inside, you snuck one last glance at the mysterious boy across the street—only to find he was gone.
‘Huh? Where did he go?’
Surprised, your eyes darted around as you searched for him. After a moment, you shrugged. ‘I guess he went inside—’
“AH!”
You shrieked, startled to see the very same boy now standing right in front of you.
He didn’t look shocked at all. Instead, he grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
“Did I scare you?” he asked, smiling wide—a toothy grin stretched across his face.
You stepped back, a little nervous. “What do you think?!” Then you paused, immediately covering your mouth.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“…Mommy says I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” you replied, your voice muffled behind your hand.
The boy stared at you for a second before bursting into laughter. “Hey, I like you already! I’m Satoru!” He extended his free hand toward you.
“Uh… I’m [Y/n],” you said, still a bit nervous. His hand was warm and soft—even though he smelled faintly like grass and pavement.
“Oh? And who is this?”
Your mother suddenly appeared beside you and crouched down. “Is this a new friend, [Y/n]?”
Satoru beamed, reaching his hand out to her. “Hi! I’m Satoru. I live in the house over there.” He pointed across the street.
“Oh! So you’re our neighbor? It’s very nice to meet you,” your mother said, shaking his small hand.
“You should probably head back home now. My daughter has to finish unpacking, okay?”
Satoru nodded and waved goodbye to both of you before crossing the street back to his house.
That was your first encounter.
After that, your family went door to door, introducing yourselves to everyone on the block. That’s when you officially met the Gojo family—the rich, friendly, and traditional family across the street.
It was also when you met Satoshi Gojo, Satoru’s twin. The two of them looked almost identical, and at first you struggled to tell them apart.
But everyone knew Satoshi’s eyesight wasn’t the best, so when he finally got glasses, it cleared up most of the confusion.
Satoshi was far more laid-back than his brother. He didn’t care much for sports. Instead of running around outside like Satoru, he preferred staying indoors and watching shows like Pokémon, Digimon, and Beyblade.
That was the second encounter.
The next time you met the twins was on a winter day.
It was a Saturday morning, the air crisp and icy as snow fell in soft pelts to the ground. Despite your mother’s warnings, you had insisted on going outside to build a snowman.
So there you were, sprawled in the snow, trying to roll the base together. It was much harder than it looked. You sat there, disappointed, staring at the half-formed lump when you suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
“What’re you up to, pigtails?”
You recognized Satoru’s voice immediately. He always called you that.
Looking up, you saw him standing over you in a blue-and-white snowsuit, hands tucked into his pockets as he peered down.
Behind him was Satoshi, currently crawling under the gate that enclosed your backyard.
“How did you guys get into my house?” you asked, startled.
“We’re not in your house, idiot—we’re outside,” Satoru said in that annoying tone of his, reaching out to flick your forehead.
You dodged it and scowled. “Same thing. You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Says who?” Satoru asked, lifting his chin.
“Me!” you shot back just as defiantly.
“We wouldn’t have to sneak under the gate if we were supposed to be here,” Satoshi muttered in your defense.
You nodded quickly. “See!”
Satoru rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We saw you from our window and decided to join. So what’re you doing?”
You sighed. “I’m making a snowman… but it’s not working very well.”
Satoshi laughed softly. “Well, this isn’t the right kind of snow for a snowman.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
“It’s too soft. You need wet snow,” he explained, falling backward into the snow. “This kind is only good for snow angels.”
Your eyes widened. “So I’ve been doing this for nothing?!” you groaned, flopping back into the snow. “Ugh!”
Satoru immediately burst into laughter, bent over at your expense. You covered your ears to block him out. Noticing this, Satoshi scooped up some snow and threw it straight at Satoru.
“Gah—what was that for, Satoshi?!” Satoru yelped.
“Stop laughing at [Y/n],” Satoshi said calmly.
Satoru scowled. “Oh, now you’re both getting it.” He bent down, packing snow together in his hands.
That sent you and Satoshi running across the backyard, grabbing each other’s hands as you tried to dodge Satoru’s attacks. Soon it turned into a full-blown snowball fight, one that only ended when the three of you wound up inside your house with hot cocoa, warm baths, blankets and an unexpected sleepover.
middle school.
During middle school, things started to get a little weird.
All three of you attended the same school, which in theory should have made your friendship stronger, but instead, it felt like it was slowly drifting apart.
“It’s not fair,” you grumbled to Satoshi as the two of you walked toward the tutoring center. “I’m breaking out almost every single day!”
Satoshi shrugged. “That’s normal. I read somewhere that girls mature faster, so it’ll probably pass soon enough.”
You groaned. “I want it to pass now. Look at Audrey! She’s our age and doesn’t have acne at all.”
Satoshi sighed and held the door open for you. “Everyone hits puberty at different rates. That’s normal…”
You understood what he meant, but it was still frustrating—waking up every day with another obnoxious pimple, dealing with the aches of growing and changing, and now your period on top of everything else. There was always something going on.
Meanwhile, Audrey Pham seemed completely immune to the horrors of puberty. She was pretty, effortlessly good with boys, and her skin was always clear, her hair always perfect. Everyone loved her. And if you were honest, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to be her friend… or be her.
But you definitely knew someone who wanted to be her friend: Satoru.
He was always around her. In class, he sat next to her. At lunch, he sat next to her. The two of them were constantly together, and people had already started rumors that they were dating.
But it wasn’t true. At least… not yet.
“Come on,” Satoshi said, pulling out a chair at one of the tables. “Let’s focus on our math review for the test next week.”
You followed suit, setting your backpack down beside you.
Most days after school, the two of you did homework at the tutoring center. Since you were neighbors, Satoshi’s parents picked all of you up together. Since Satoru was part of the basketball club the tutoring center became more like a waiting room for you and Satoshi.
You started working through your math problems, absentmindedly touching your face before forcing yourself to stop. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoshi.
He didn’t understand why you were so self-conscious. Sure, you were going through an awkward stage, but in his eyes, you were only getting prettier.
If anything, Satoshi felt like he had it worse.
He was jealous of his brother—though he hid it well. It wasn’t fair. Satoru barely had any pimples, his voice was deepening faster, and he seemed to be growing taller by the week. Satoru didn’t need glasses; his vision was perfect.
While Satoshi was often called the boring twin, Satoru was the fun one. Satoshi didn’t get it. Satoru’s only hobbies were basketball and watching TV—how did that make him the interesting one? In his opinion, he was far more interesting than his so-called “dorky” reputation suggested.
It didn’t help that Satoru seemed to be drifting away from them, too—ditching them more and more for his new friends.
***
It was a sunny afternoon, and you were sitting in the courtyard with your friends, chatting quietly. You were mid-sentence when you suddenly felt an arm drop over your shoulders.
“Hey, pigtails. You going to the game on Friday?”
Your friends immediately went quiet, struggling to hide their blushes and shock at Satoru Gojo standing there like it was the most natural thing in the world. You, on the other hand, just shrugged beneath his arm.
“I don’t know. I’m not really into basketball,” you said honestly. “You already know that.”
Satoru chuckled. “Right… well, I kinda wanted to see you there.”
‘Wanted to see me?’
You blinked, glancing around as if there might be hidden cameras. The two of you hadn’t had a real conversation in months, and now he was acting like this—casual, friendly, familiar. Like nothing had changed.
Before you could respond, a group of his friends and a few basketball teammates started walking over.
‘Oh God. Of course.’
Almost immediately, Satoru’s arm slipped off your shoulders. He straightened up, turning away from you to greet them, like the contact had never happened.
“What an odd little group we have here,” one of them joked, looking between you and your friends.
‘It’s not that odd…’ you thought, heat creeping up your neck.
Satoru laughed lightly. “I know. I just came to spread the word about our game on Friday.”
As he spoke, you didn’t miss the way he subtly stepped away from you, or the quick side-glance he gave, like he didn’t want to be seen standing too close.
‘The heck? Is he showing off for them? Why is he acting like it’s weird to talk to us—to me?’
You rolled your eyes, already exhausted by the shift. But it got worse when you noticed Audrey watching you, her gaze slow and assessing, like she was trying to figure out where you fit in this picture.
“Oh,” Audrey said, tilting her head. “You’re Satoshi’s friend, right?”
Her eyes moved over you—your clothes, your hair, your skin. You felt suddenly too aware of everything.
“Oh, that’s right!” Satoru said quickly, flashing that wide, easy grin. “Audrey, this is [Y/n]. [Y/n]—well, I think you already know Audrey.”
“I do,” you replied, your patience thinning. “I don’t see why you’d have to introduce me to my own classmate. It’s kind of embarrassing not to know my name when we’ve been in the same class for years.”
The air shifted immediately.
“Chill, [Y/n],” Satoru said, half-laughing. “You’re not exactly the most talkative…”
“Yeah! Audrey has memory issues, you know!” one of the girls added.
“Don’t be so hard on her,” another boy chimed in.
You felt it then—that subtle closing-in. Like you’d somehow become the difficult one for speaking up. Like you were the one making things awkward.
Audrey just smiled, brushing it off. “Well, [Y/n], I’ve seen you in dance class. You should really join the cheer team.”
You already knew what that meant. The cheer team wasn’t about cheering—it was a social ladder, and you weren’t on it.
You shook your head. “No thanks. To the cheer team,” you said, then glanced at Satoru, “and to that game on Friday.”
From the corner of your eye, you spotted Satoshi sitting under a tree with a book open in his lap. Relief washed through you so fast it almost hurt.
You gathered your things and stood.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
You slipped past the group, not waiting for a response, heading straight toward the one person who didn’t make you feel like you were standing somewhere you didn’t belong.
Your only real friend here.
***
After that moment, things changed.
It felt like something small had cracked—and then never fully sealed again.
Every interaction with Satoru after that carried a strange undertone, something stiff and performative. Like he was acting the part of someone who used to know you. At some point, you just… stopped talking to him altogether.
He stopped calling you pigtails.
And when he did say it, it sounded different—sharper, almost condescending. Nothing like the easy warmth it used to carry.
Not long after, he started “dating” Audrey and spent most of his time with a friend group that didn’t include you… or Satoshi.
Meanwhile, you and Satoshi only grew closer.
He became your emotional support, your tutor, your study buddy. You had your group of girls, of course—but Satoshi was still one of your closest friends. A constant.
The twins themselves stayed close, but it became clear that their identical faces were the only thing they truly shared anymore.
high school.
For the first time in six years, the three of you went your separate ways—sort of.
The twins attended the same high school, while you ended up at their rival school. And honestly? You loved it.
Your awkward phase had mostly passed. You’d grown into yourself—more confident, more comfortable in your own skin. You found your style, joined the dance team, and built friendships that felt stable and real. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged somewhere.
But you weren’t the only one who had changed.
Being on the dance team meant performing during home games, and sometimes those games were against the twins’ school.
“Oh my God, look at number eighteen—he’s so fine!” one of your teammates, Lana, squealed from beside you.
Your captain nudged her. “Don’t make googly eyes at the opps!”
The team laughed, because that was half the fun—admiring the eye candy, even if they were on the opposing team.
In this case, number eighteen just happened to be someone you knew all too well.
Satoru Gojo.
His team sat along the benches in black jerseys for their away game. You’d always assumed Satoru would stick with basketball, so that part wasn’t surprising.
What was surprising was how much he’d changed.
He was taller now—easily a foot taller than you—and broader, too. Built in a way that made him hard to miss. His white hair had grown longer, his ears were pierced, and he still had those infuriatingly bright blue eyes.
You hated yourself for staring, but it really had been a while. You barely saw him anymore—not unless you caught a glimpse of him leaving for school in the early mornings, back when you still lived nearby. But that was before you moved. Now you didn’t see him at all. You didn’t talk to him. You didn’t even have his number.
You did still talk to Satoshi, though.
Satoshi looked a lot like his brother—minus the piercings. He was leaner, softer around the edges. Where Satoru felt sharp and loud, Satoshi felt calm and steady.
You didn’t care to hear about Satoru, but that didn’t stop Satoshi from dropping little updates here and there. And you clearly remembered him mentioning a girl Satoru kept bringing home.
You nudged Lana. “Don’t even think about it. He has a girlfriend.”
Lana turned to you. “How do you know?”
You shrugged. “Heard it from a trusted source,” you said lightly.
She looked back toward the court, then suddenly gasped and whipped her head back to you. “Well, damn. Guess I don’t stand a chance. Not with the way he’s staring into your soul. Seriously—do you two have history?”
You betrayed yourself and looked. You really wished you hadn’t.
Satoru wasn’t just glancing your way—he was fully staring. Maintaining steady eye contact as he tipped back his water bottle. The second your eyes met, his head tilted slightly, recognition settling in. He knew exactly who you were.
‘Oh God… Well. At least I look extra cute in my uniform.’
***
The game ended the way it usually did. A close game. Luckily, your school pulled through with the win.
Later, as you walked down the gym hallway past the visiting locker rooms, someone suddenly grabbed your hand.
“[Y/n]?”
You turned, already knowing who it was.
Satoru stood there in a dark hoodie and matching sweatpants. Up close, the height difference was almost jarring. He looked older. More mature.
Then again… so did you.
You didn’t pretend not to recognize him. There weren’t many people who looked like Satoru Gojo—aside from his twin.
“Satoru,” you said, adjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder. “It’s been a while.”
He let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. It really has.” His eyes moved over you briefly. “You look good.”
The compliment caught you off guard.
“…Thank you. You played well out there.”
He smiled. “Should you really be complimenting your rival?”
“I probably shouldn’t be talking to you at all,” you replied with a small, teasing shrug. “But here we are.”
Satoru exhaled, something almost sheepish in it. “Yeah… but it really is good seeing you again. Satoshi tells me how you’re doing sometimes, but… we should keep in touch, yeah?”
He pulled out his phone, clearly asking for your number without quite saying it.
After a brief pause, you did the same.
You exchanged contact information. Then, just like that, the two of you went your separate ways again.
It was around then that you realized Satoru was a complete liar. Or, at the very least, someone who couldn’t keep his promises.
At first, the two of you texted normally. You asked about each other’s days, sent the occasional joke—but it quickly became obvious that Satoru got bored easily. His replies grew shorter. He’d leave you on delivered. Sometimes days would pass without a single message.
Then, out of nowhere, he’d text again like nothing had happened. Asking how you were. Starting a conversation—only to disappear for weeks, sometimes months. It eventually got to a point where the only consistent message you received from him each year was a birthday text.
You were honestly surprised he even remembered.
By senior year, you realized your number was nothing more than a novelty in his phone. So you stopped trying. You stopped texting first. You shifted your focus to college applications and your own life.
Satoshi’s high school experience, meanwhile, turned out far better than middle school. He was still labeled the “nerdy twin,” but he stopped caring. He found friends who liked him for who he was, left behind that awkward jealousy of his brother, and grew comfortably into himself.
He even got a fair number of confessions, which he politely turned down, much to Satoru’s confusion. But in truth, there was only one girl he ever really thought about.
Satoru, on the other hand, thrived in high school. Between basketball and girls, he stayed busy. He joined choir, did surprisingly well in mock trial, and his popularity only grew. So did his reputation. He went to parties, drank too much, dabbled in smoking—he was a wild child through and through.
By the time decision day came around, the three of you were all in completely different places in life, loosely connected by one shared possibility: the university you all planned to attend.
Jujutsu Tech University.
It was the summer after senior year when you realized fate had a strange sense of humor.
You were in the car with your friends, heading out to eat after a long day at the beach. Sitting in the passenger seat, you scrolled through Jujutsu Tech’s incoming class Instagram page. You’d recently started chatting with a girl named Shoko Ieiri—a pretty brunette majoring in biochem. The two of you were getting to know each other, and she seemed like a promising potential roommate.
You swiped past her post and kept scrolling through newer ones.
Then you gasped, nearly dropping your phone.
“No fucking way!”
“What?” Eliana exclaimed, glancing over at you before quickly returning her eyes to the road.
You turned your phone around so Lana and Gia in the backseat could see. They recognized him instantly.
“Holy shit!” Lana shouted. “Number eighteen!”
Eliana’s eyes widened while Gia started laughing. Number eighteen—your code name for Satoru. You’d told them all about your history with the twins, and at this point, you and Satoru weren’t on speaking terms. It wasn’t hostile… just awkward. Distant.
“He’s going to Jujutsu Tech?” Gia said, covering her mouth. “You’re kidding.”
You turned back to your phone and opened the post.
The first picture was Satoru at a party, an arm slung around a tall guy with long dark hair. It looked like a white-lie party, judging by the words written across his white shirt:
NO, I’M NOT EASY.
You snorted. “Oh, he’s overly easy.”
You kept scrolling while Lana and Gia leaned forward from the backseat to look over your shoulder. There were photos of him in his jersey, another at the beach surrounded by girls and friends—a Senior Sunrise shot—where his muscles looked unfairly good.
It was almost cruel.
There were prom pictures too, one with a girl you assumed was his girlfriend. Then a photo of him and Satoshi together, both wearing ridiculously corny shirts. Satoru’s read: TWO SEATER.
Satoshi’s read: I PAUSED MY GAME TO BE HERE.
It was cheesy and slightly embarrassing. But so them.
“He wanted people to know he had a twin so bad,” Lana scoffed, laughing as she read the caption from a screenshot of his Snapchat post.
yes, there’s two of me.
You rolled your eyes. The post had over a thousand likes already, comments flooding in from friends and strangers alike.
best guy ever, room with him!!
ladies chill on my bro 😮💨😮💨
And of course, a string of heart-eyes from random girls.
The caption itself was painfully on brand for Satoru—basic but confident. He listed his major, his hobbies, dropped his Instagram and Snapchat like he was handing out invitations.
Without thinking, you tapped on his Instagram.
You had plenty of mutuals from following other incoming Jujutsu Tech students. But he wasn’t one of them. You stared at the blue button under her profile.
He didn’t even follow you.
You stared at it for a second longer than you meant to, then swiped away. That chapter of your life was over anyway.
You swiped back to the class page and kept scrolling.
Then you froze again.
“You’re joking,” you said, turning the phone toward Eliana just as she pulled into a parking spot outside a café.
“His twin is going there too?!”
“No fucking way!” Lana and Gia said at the same time.
“Aww, it’s a family reunion,” Eliana joked, unbuckling her seatbelt.
The girls laughed, but you stayed frozen.
Satoshi’s post was… different. It was more humble. There were candid photos of him, an awkward selfie with his glasses half-off that made him look eerily similar to Satoru. A picture at a convention with a blond guy in glasses. Another at a party—with that same long-haired guy from Satoru’s photos.
His caption was similar in structure but quieter. No mention of being a twin. Just his major, a short intro, and his Instagram.
A couple hundred likes. A few comments from friends.
You hit like without thinking.
Then, as you stepped out of the car, you added a comment of your own:
this is the twinski right here, guys. he’s so cool!! 😛🤞
Inside the café, the four of you slid into a booth and ordered light lunches. While you waited, Lana gave you a look.
“You know what you have to do, right?” she said, winking.
You blinked. “What?”
“You have to submit a post.”
Immediately, the others lit up.
“Yes! [Y/n], you have to!” Eliana clapped her hands.
“Everyone needs to see you’re a baddie,” Gia added, pulling you into a side hug.
At first, you hesitated. The idea of putting yourself out there for a bunch of strangers felt… exposing.
Then you thought about it.
If Satoshi could do it, why couldn’t you?
So you agreed. The rest of lunch was spent curating the perfect set of photos, angles, outfits, and captions. By the time you submitted the form, you just hoped the pictures wouldn’t lose quality when they were uploaded.
And maybe—just maybe—that this next chapter would feel different from the last.
***
Back at the Gojo household, the twins had no idea about your college plans.
Despite having the closer relationship, even you and Satoshi had drifted after you moved away. Both of you were busy with clubs and school, so calls became less frequent. Eventually, they turned into texts—and then even those became sporadic. Your lives had grown separate enough that it sometimes felt like there wasn’t much meaningful to say.
Some of that distance was on you, too. Second semester of senior year had been the most stressful stretch of your life. You cared about how Satoshi was doing, of course, but there were long periods where neither of you reached out.
All of that changed the moment Satoshi got a message from a friend—about you.
Well, more specifically, about your comment under his post.
‘satoshi, you never mentioned this girl?? Say you swear you got game??’
He shot upright in bed, glasses hastily pushed onto his face, hair a complete mess from his nap. He knew it was you, but how had you even seen his post?
Opening Instagram answered that question almost immediately. You were going to the same school.
When he found your post, it confirmed everything. He smiled as he scrolled through your pictures, hitting like almost too quickly, just like he always did whenever you posted. The comments were full of friends hyping you up. He wanted to add something too. Something that matched the warmth of your comment on his page.
After spending far longer than he cared to admit thinking about it—and after asking Nanami for advice—he finally settled on:
She’s so perfect, guys. A gem of a friend!
It felt a little awkward. A little earnest. But it was the best he had.
Almost immediately, his phone buzzed.
You’d liked the comment—and replied:
AWWW TYSM! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE U 💕
Satoshi smiled at his screen.
Then, out of curiosity, he clicked on Satoru’s post. He wasn’t jealous of his brother. He really wasn’t. Still… he couldn’t help the small sense of pride that came from noticing you hadn’t liked or commented on it.
Not that Satoru needed the extra attention.
***
Satoru, meanwhile, had no idea about your plans.
So imagine his surprise when the newest post on the incoming class page was… you.
‘Who is this?’ he thought at first, blue eyes widening as he swiped through the photos.
You looked good. No—more than good. You looked stunning.
The first picture showed you at senior homecoming in a dress that complemented you perfectly. The second was a mirror selfie. You had a bright smile and perfect teeth. Then came photos with your friends, candids, off-guard shots that captured your personality effortlessly.
Satoru stared longer than he meant to. Then he read the caption. Your Instagram was tagged.
The moment he tapped it, his brain seemed to short-circuit.
“No way… [Y/n]?” he muttered.
It was you. Older. More confident. But unmistakably the same girl he’d known for years—the one from across the street, from middle school, from that basketball game sophomore year.
You had mutuals. Of course you did. Including Satoshi, who, he noticed immediately, was the only one you followed.
Before he could think too hard about it, he hit the follow button.
Then guilt crept in.
Why hadn’t he tried harder to keep in touch with you?
You used to be close. Close enough that the distance now felt… uncomfortable. Like something unfinished.
There was a real chance you wouldn’t even follow him back. If you’d changed your number, you probably wouldn’t have told him.
What bothered him more, though, was the comment exchange between you and Satoshi. You talked like you’d never drifted at all.
“Twinski?” Satoru muttered, rubbing a towel through his hair after a shower.
“He’s not your twin, pigtails. He’s mine.”
Satoshi’s comment under your post irritated him more than he expected.
She’s so perfect, guys.
Satoru frowned at his phone. “You don’t even know her like that…”
He tossed the phone onto his bed, annoyed in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
‘She’s acting like she’s too good for me or something…’
***
Across town, your phone buzzed.
You saw the notification: Satoru Gojo followed you.
You tried not to smile.
Not that you had some grand plan—but it was satisfying, in a quiet way. For once, you weren’t the one reaching out. You weren’t the one waiting.
Now, you were the one being noticed.
And it felt good.
college life. PRESENT DAY
“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” your mother’s voice rang out as she hugged Satoshi’s taller figure. He returned the hug easily, a soft chuckle escaping him.
“What has it been, like two years?” your mother exclaimed, stepping back to examine him. He’d grown a bit more since you last saw him. His hair was slightly mussed, and he wore a soft gray hoodie with jorts. White socks and Birkenstock clogs completed the outfit. Tucked into his pocket was a JTU keychain adorned with Lego figures and a Digimon charm.
Satoshi smiled politely. “Feels like forever. Nice to see you’re doing well.”
“Well, I am now that I know my daughter knows someone coming into this school!”
You peeked up from your boxes, a laugh escaping you. “Uhm, guys, a little help here? I called Satoshi to help us unpack—not for you to steal him away.”
Your mom sighed, smiling. “Yes, yes, I know dear. Still nice to see him again!” She moved toward your lofted bed, adjusting the bedding and pillows. “I hear your brother is here too, did you call him, [Y/n]?”
You froze. You’d told your mother countless times that your relationship with Satoru wasn’t what it had been as kids. Yet somehow, she always seemed to forget.
“No, this is a three-person job. I think we can manage,” you replied a little too quickly. You hadn’t followed Satoru back yet—not to make a point, you just forgot. Now it was too late, and following him back here would look deliberate. Which, of course, it wasn’t.
A few hours later, the three of you finally finished unpacking, just as the sun began to set. You said a tearful goodbye to your mother as she left to catch her flight, leaving just you and Satoshi to add the finishing touches—posters and small decor.
“No way, you listen to this band too?” Satoshi exclaimed, pointing to a poster on your wall. “They’re amazing. I went to their concert a few months ago.”
You gasped, turning from taping up a movie poster. “Seriously? I’m so jealous!”
Conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you. Years apart melted away as you discovered how much you had in common, from music to movies and everything in between.
“So, what dorm are you in?” you asked, ripping a piece of painter’s tape. “You moved in a couple of days ago, right?”
“I’m in Q Hall,” Satoshi replied. “Yeah, I was part of the first wave. Along with Satoru.”
You paused, stepping back to admire the posters on the stark white walls. “Oh… Is Satoru in Q Hall too?”
“Yup,” Satoshi said with a sigh. “And for the first time in my life, I don’t have to share a living space with him—unless I bump into him in the common rooms.”
You laughed. “Oh, I can imagine the joy on your face.”
“Totally,” he said, grinning. “Can’t you see it?”
You took a moment to really look at Satoshi. The more you observed him, the more the differences between the twins became obvious. Satoshi had scattered beauty marks across his skin, his eyes a soft, calming blue, and an overall gentler, more approachable appearance.
Satoru, on the other hand, was the opposite. His face was clean, almost porcelain-like. His blue eyes were vivid and striking, more intense than Satoshi’s. His features were sharper, less soft, and he carried an air that felt a little untouchable.
Realizing you’d been staring, you quickly turned away, your cheeks warming. “Your face looks exactly the same as it did ten minutes ago,” you deflected, hopping off the bed.
“Well, now that you’ve seen my side of the room, let me see yours!”
Satoshi was about to agree when a knock came at the door. It swung open to reveal Shoko—your roommate. She smiled at you immediately, but her eyes widened slightly as they landed on Satoshi.
“Hey—to both of you,” she said, stepping in. Faintly, you caught the scent of smoke as she tied her long brown hair into a ponytail. “I wanted to see if you’d finished your side yet. Didn’t think you two knew each other.”
You weren’t confused. You knew Shoko had gone to the same high school as the twins, but weren’t sure if they were friends.
“Ah, we’re childhood friends,” Satoshi replied first.
“Oh, that makes sense,” Shoko said, turning to you. “We took a lot of the same classes in high school. Way more chill than Satoru.”
“Definitely,” you agreed with a small laugh.
“I love what you did with your side!” Shoko exclaimed, walking over to your bed. You smiled at the compliment.
“Thanks! I love your side too.” Then you gestured toward Satoshi. “He was going to show me his dorm—want to come?”
Shoko’s smile brightened. “Yes! And afterwards, we have to get food to celebrate your first day of college!”
“Yes!” You exclaimed, grinning as you grabbed her arm, and the two of you practically sprinted out the door, Satoshi following behind.
“Wait! You two don’t even know where my dorm is!”
***
Once you arrived at Q Hall, Satoshi scanned you both in and led you to his room, fourth floor room 405. The dorm itself was impressive: spacious lounges, a café on the first floor, and the buzz of eager freshman.
Satoshi’s room was a perfect mix of personalities. His side displayed collectibles neatly lined across his desk, a Nintendo Switch propped up, and band and movie posters decorating the walls. His roommate leaned darker, with a guitar case against the wall, headphones, and a collection of punk band posters.
“Oh? I thought you’d dorm with Nanami,” Shoko remarked, looking surprised.
Satoshi shook his head. “He decided to live with a friend from middle school. His name’s Yu. But my roommate’s cool—his name’s Choso.”
The tour finished, and the three of you began discussing what food to get, until the sound of loud laughter caught your attention down the hall.
A group of guys was approaching, talking and joking amongst themselves. And there, unmistakable, was Satoru, surrounded by the same long black-haired friend and a few others.
“Yo! Satoshi.” The long-haired boy jogged up to your group, grinning.
Satoshi turned at the sound of his voice. “Suguru, long time, huh?”
The two of them dap each other up, Suguru chuckling as he slid a hand into the pocket of his black sweatpants. “Not that long—a couple months, right?”
Satoshi laughed. “Yeah, because you were always at our house for some reason.”
Suguru then gave Shoko a side hug. “Hey, Shoko.”
“Hey,” she replied. That was when it clicked, these guys all went to the same high school. ‘Well, this isn’t awkward at all…’
Suguru’s dark eyes then flicked to you, sizing you up. You knew you looked good: you wore simple jean shorts, a striped halter top, and your hair was styled with just enough volume to make your curls pop. But the nervous habit of twirling a strand of hair betrayed you.
Suguru smirked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you nervous. You must be [Y/n]? Shoko’s roommate? I’m Suguru Geto.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I’m [Y/n]. Nice to meet you.”
The group moved closer, and Satoru draped an arm over Suguru’s shoulders. “I was wondering why you ran off like that, dude.” Then his gaze shifted to his brother, and he gave Satoshi a simple nod.
It was in that moment you realized how Suguru liked to stir the pot.
“You know,” Suguru said casually, pulling out his phone, “you forgot to mention your friend [Y/n] is really cute.”
Satoru’s attention snapped to you. His eyes widened, the white lashes flicking in a mixture of shock and something else… amazement, maybe irritation?
“[Y/n]—it’s… good to see you.” He stumbled over the words, uncharacteristically flustered. Your eyes, along with Satoshi and Suguru’s, widened slightly.
Shoko let out a resigned sigh, placing a hand on her head.
“It’s good to see you too. It’s been a while,” you said, holding his gaze. Satoru’s baseball hat sat slightly askew, white hair spilling out. His black tee hugged his muscular frame, and a chain glinted on his neck.
Suguru interrupted smoothly, handing his phone to you. “You got Instagram?”
You tore your attention away from Satoru’s piercing stare and took Suguru’s phone, giving him your handle. As you typed, you could feel the tension radiating from Satoru. Every subtle glance he threw in your direction burned hotter than the last.
Shoko, quick to notice, shot Suguru a look. She knew he was provoking Satoru, knowing full well how frustrated he was about your distant relationship. And Suguru was savoring every second.
Satoshi, meanwhile, could see the change in his brother. Though he didn’t know the exact cause, he recognized it was something connected to you.
You handed Suguru’s phone back, and Satoshi interjected before things could get any more tense.
“I’m pretty starved. We should grab something to eat before the nearby places close.”
“Agreed,” Shoko chimed in. “I already have maps open.”
Before the three of you could move, one of Satoru’s friends called out. “Hey! There’s a welcome week party tonight at the back of one of the frats—you all should come!”
“Oh, please do. Satoshi, you promised you’d go to at least one party—you can’t back out!” Satoru said, ruffling his brother’s hair.
“Ugh…” Satoshi swatted Satoru’s hands away. “Fine…”
You turned to Shoko. “Do you want to go?”
“Nothing better to do tonight,” she shrugged.
Satoshi relented. “Just send me the location,” waving goodbye to Satoru and his friends.
Of course, Satoru didn’t take his eyes off you. Once the group started moving, his voice cut through the air, low and deliberate.
“Hey… let’s talk later, okay?”
You froze, caught in that same mesmerizing vortex of his gaze. Your arms instinctively reached to fix your hair but faltered midway, not wanting to admit how tense he made you feel.
You just nodded. “Yeah. Bye, Satoru.” Then you turned to Suguru. “Bye.”
Suguru smirked. “Bye, [Y/n].”
Satoru’s goodbye was last, soft and almost fleeting. “Bye, pigtails.”
It was so faint you weren’t sure you heard right. That nickname—it had been years. You glanced back to confirm, but Satoru was already walking away with his friends toward the elevator, leaving your chest fluttering with an old, familiar tension.
***
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a deep orange glow across the campus as the clock crept closer to 10 p.m. You and Shoko were back in your dorm, applying the finishing touches. The theme for the party was a black-out, and both of you were ready to stand out.
You sat at your desk, carefully brushing on makeup, trying to make sense of the surreal shift of the day. Just hours ago, you’d hugged your mom goodbye—and now you were prepping for a party? It was mental.
“Okay, here’s the fit,” Shoko said, slowly twirling in front of the mirror like a model on a revolving plate.
You caught her eye in your reflection and couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face. Shoko’s hair was straightened perfectly, her black leather micro shorts paired with a tight, off-the-shoulder long sleeve. She wore knee-high black boots to complete the look.
“Cute!” you exclaimed, zipping up your makeup bag. After touching up your own hair, spritzing on perfume, and making sure every detail was perfect, you stood and faced her.
“And me?”
You wore a black lace top and a mini skirt, along with black boots. Your hair, though unintentional, was styled into high pigtails, giving you a playful contrast to the party’s dark vibe.
“Gorgeous!” Shoko said, pulling out her phone. “Pics?”
You nodded, stepping closer. The two of you snapped a few photos, laughing and adjusting poses, until a buzz on your phone drew your attention. It was Satoshi.
“Bruh,” you read aloud. “Satoshi’s already on his way. He’s bringing Choso and Nanami…plus his roommate.” You showed Shoko as you quickly texted back.
“Sounds good,” she said, taking a few mirror selfies of herself before tucking her phone away. “We should probably head out.”
Stepping outside, you were swallowed by the crowd of freshmen streaming toward the party. The outdoor venue sprawled across the grassy backyard of a frat house, with fairy lights strung between trees casting soft, golden glows. The bass vibrated through the air, thumping through your chest with every step, and the scent of drinks and grass mingled in the night.
“Damn, it’s packed!” Shoko exclaimed, gripping your hand tightly.
“Tell me about it,” you shouted over the music, flinching at the throb of the bass. Being outside helped with the heat, but it also meant every sound bounced off the walls of the surrounding buildings, making it feel louder, wilder, and bigger than expected. You scanned the crowd. You couldn’t see any familiar faces. Not Satoshi, not even a sign of Satoru.
Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Turning, you saw Suguru, holding a red solo cup and flashing that familiar, teasing grin.
“Hey, you two,” he said, that effortless charm sliding off him like water.
“Hi!” you replied, your voice a little louder than intended.
Shoko gave him a peace sign, eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed him. He was alone. And that was… suspicious.
“You look cute,” Suguru said, ignoring Shoko’s piercing gaze. “I like your hair.”
You smiled, your gaze flicking over him. He wore a black tee, leather jacket, and dark wash jeans. His hair was tied back, piercings catching the light. “Thanks. You look good too.”
He tilted his head, grin widening. “Hm. Thanks. Have you seen Satoru yet?”
Shoko shook her head. “We just got here.”
“You two are kind of matching,” you teased, noticing the leather accents on both outfits.
Shoko mock-gagged, while Suguru chuckled. “Us?” His eyes drifted toward her before shaking his head. “Nah, she’s too good for me.”
Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Been there, tried that, am I right?”
You sensed history simmering between them but cut in, redirecting the conversation.
“Have you seen Satoshi?” You weren’t ready to run into Satoru yet. You also didn’t realize how hard it would be to find a white-haired man dressed all in black until tonight.
Before Suguru could answer, Shoko tugged your arm. “Oh—I think I see them.”
Your face lit up the moment you spotted your friend. “Let’s go!”
The music pulsed behind you, bodies swaying, laughter cutting through the crisp night air. You had no idea the night was about to get even more intense.
The two of you weaved through the crowd, bodies pressed together as the music thumped through the open-air quad. Lights strung between the trees cast sharp shadows across faces, and the smell of spilled drinks and night air mixed into a heady perfume. You finally reached the far side of the party and spotted Satoshi, glasses perched on his nose, black shirt with vector flourishes layered over a long-sleeve black tee, dark wash jeans completing the look.
You and Shoko tried to sneak up behind him, but his blonde friend spotted you first.
“Shoko?” he called, voice cutting over the bass and laughter, drawing everyone’s attention.
Satoshi turned, eyes widening when he saw you. Even amid the chaos, he noticed everything—the way your hair caught the lights, the black lace top and mini skirt hugging you in all the right ways. Heads turned in your direction. Part of him felt both flustered and lucky that you’d even come.
“So much for being sneaky,” Shoko whispered in your ear, smirking as she faced the group.
“Hey, you guys!” she greeted, then gestured at you. “This is my roommate, [Y/n].”
Introductions flowed naturally. You met Choso Kamo, Satoshi’s roommate; Nanami Kento and his roommate Yu Haibara, the latter with a sharp scar cutting down his cheek. Everyone seemed chill, and before long, laughter and easy conversation made the initial awkwardness fade.
Soon the music surged, the bass vibrating in your chest, drawing everyone toward the center of the quad.
“Come on, Satoshi, I know you have the moves!” you teased, grabbing his hand. Heat radiated from his palm as he followed you reluctantly toward the dance circle.
“I can assure you, [Y/n], I don’t!” he laughed, trying to protest—but you could tell he was powerless against your charm.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” you smiled, letting the rhythm take over. Shoko grabbed Yu’s hands, pulling him into the circle as Nanami and Choso were eventually drawn in, too.
The music wrapped around you like a living thing. You didn’t let go of Satoshi’s hand once. From his perspective, you were ethereal, every sway and step magnified by the lights and your laughter. His gaze lingered far longer than necessary, and though he tried to hide it, there was a tension there—a mix of awe, desire, and a hint of frustration that made the air between you crackle.
When you shifted to dance with Shoko, Satoshi’s eyes followed you, still lethal in their intensity. The look wasn’t soft—it was focused, sharp, and just slightly possessive, even from across the circle. You felt it. And it made you juuust a bit nervous. Satoshi’s face card was insane… almost better than his brother’s.
The circle broke, laughter spilling over conversation, and the group’s energy mellowed. Choso casually mentioned that he had an older brother who went to this school—a Junior named Sukuna, part of the frat, moving in a few days later.
After a while, Shoko tapped your shoulder and shook a pack of cigarettes, mouthing, “Smoke break?”
You nodded, stepping away from the crowd. “Don’t leave for too long…” Satoshi murmured, lightly holding your arm as you walked.
You smirked. “You’re going to miss me already?” You weren’t sure if the words were yours or the effect of the light drink lingering in your system.
“Maybe,” he said, with a small laugh that sent warmth through your chest.
You waved goodbye before following Shoko, who led you to a quieter corner. She lit up a cigarette, the glow highlighting her features in the dim string lights. Smoke spiraled upward into the night sky, curling and disappearing.
“I didn’t want it in the middle of the crowd,” she said, taking a drag. “You know… in case someone has asthma.”
You nodded, impressed. “Biochem major and you smoke? I’m sure you know better than anyone that those things kill.”
Shoko laughed, exhaling smoke. “Yup. I quit before… for a while. But life’s rough sometimes. Here I am again.”
You sensed it immediately. Shoko was like an onion, layers and layers you hadn’t yet peeled back. And somehow, tonight, you knew this was only the beginning.
The wind drifted through your hair as you let Shoko finish her cigarette, the music back here softer but still pulsing faintly in the distance. From your vantage point, you could see the party in its chaos—bodies swaying under colored lights, laughter spilling over the bass, red solo cups swinging in the hands of strangers.
And then your eyes landed on him. Satoru. Standing like he owned the space around him, effortlessly drawing attention. Beside him were Suguru and two girls you didn’t know, one with striking platinum-blue hair pulled into a high ponytail, the other black-haired and fuming at whatever words Satoru whispered into her ear.
You exhaled sharply. You’d expected him to be surrounded, but watching him so close, leaning in like that, it made your chest tighten. Attractive didn’t even begin to cover it. But this? Him practically biting her ear? That was too much.
‘Just easy and greedy,’ you thought, rolling your eyes.
You tried to look away, to distract yourself, but it was already too late. His striking blue eyes caught yours, and for a moment, you froze. Every nerve in your body buzzed, and the air felt heavier.
He was moving toward you, slow and deliberate, which instinctively made you turn around.
“Hey, it’s kind of chilly out here. Should we head back in?” you said, trying to sound casual as you watched Shoko stomped out the cigarette.
“Yeah, sure,” she replied, laughing lightly. You smile and looped your hand through Shoko’s.
Were you running away? Maybe. You knew he wanted to talk, but you weren’t ready for this Satoru—the confident, magnetic version of him that could make your stomach flip with a single glance.
“You’re moving a bit fast, huh?” Shoko teased, tilting her head back. “What, saw an ex?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Worse.”
The music shifted, bass thumping harder as August Alsina and Nicki Minaj’s No Love filled the night. You didn’t dare look back, but you could feel him closing the distance, each step measured and intentional.
You didn’t get far.
A tug at your arm made you freeze.
‘Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look—’
“[Y/n].” His grip was firm, yet somehow gentle, and even standing still, it sent heat up your arm.
“Oh, Satoru. So we’ve finally found you,” Shoko said, glancing over his shoulder to see his best friend a few steps behind. She groaned. “I’m gonna avoid another headache—have a good chat, you two.” She patted your shoulder and slipped away, leaving you alone with him.
Part of you wished she’d stayed. Emotional support never hurt.
You finally turned, meeting his gaze. That same, unnerving blue that seemed to read you in a way no one else could.
“[Y/n], could I pull you for a chat?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—a subtle command.
You bit back a laugh. “A chat? What is this, Love Island?”
He still held your arm, waiting. You sighed, nodding. “Sure…”
“Great.” His fingers tightened slightly as he guided you closer, hand firm on your waist as he led you through the dimly lit backyard. Being this close, you could smell the faint trace of his expensive cologne, the one you remembered from years ago, slightly spicy, comforting and infuriating all at once. You shivered.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“Huh?” he called back, leaning toward you.
“Where are you taking me?” a little louder this time.
That earned him a small, almost imperceptible smirk. He pulled you closer, guiding you in front of him. Each step pressed your body lightly against his, and your heart thudded.
“What did you say?” he asked softly, his breath brushing your ear.
“Where are we going?” you repeated, quieter now, almost trembling under the weight of his presence.
“Somewhere quieter,” he murmured, guiding you toward the steps leading into the frat house. His hand remained firm on your back, directing you gently, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air—an unspoken tension that left you both aware of every movement, every glance, every inch between you.
As he opened the backdoor, you let out a small gasp.
“Are you sure we’re supposed to be here?” you asked, a hint of nerves threading your voice.
Satoru chuckled, that lazy, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah. You do know I’m part of Chi Omega Epsilon, right? We did recruitment over the summer.”
You blinked, vaguely recalling something about fraternities, and just nodded. Close enough.
The room you stepped into wasn’t glamorous, just a cramped little kitchen, stacked with sodas, cases of alcohol, and coolers in haphazard piles. A few people lingered inside: laughing, making out, someone groaning softly near the corner. It was overstimulating but quieter than the main party outside, and somehow more… intimate.
Satoru leaned casually against the kitchen island, arms folded. “You look cute,” he said, voice low, eyes sharp as they trailed over you. “I like the pigtails. Did you wear them just for me?”
Before you could reply, he reached out, fingers brushing through your curls with a familiarity that made your pulse spike. You swatted his hand away lightly, stepping back—but your stomach twisted at how natural it felt for him to touch you.
“How pompous,” you quip, though the edge in your voice betrayed you. “You ghost me for months, and now you expect me to act like we’re all friendly?”
The muffled bass from outside seemed to echo the tension between you, the lyrics oddly in sync with your racing thoughts.
“Look,” he said, stepping closer, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you, “that’s what I want to talk about. I don’t want any bad blood. I was a kid—a total idiot. I didn’t do right by you.”
You crossed your arms, trying to remain composed, though every inch of your body was aware of his proximity.
“I recognize I wasn’t good at keeping our friendship,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, that smirk softening into something almost vulnerable. “I just want to clear the air, yeah?”
You sighed, letting the tension in your shoulders ease just slightly. “Alright. You don’t know this new version of me, and I don’t know this new version of you. So… let’s start afresh.” You held out your hand, watching him with measured eyes.
♪ So what u want baby—
He looked down at your hand, dimples flashing as his grin widened. “Afresh, huh?”
You laughed, a little breathless, the sound low and warm. “Yeah. Afresh.”
♪ All I want is you—
He took your hand, and the brief contact sent a jolt through you. “Nice to meet you, [Y/n], I’m Satoru Gojo.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling, but before you could pull away, he stepped closer, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “I missed you,” he murmured, voice rougher now, softer somehow.
You laughed, trying to keep the playful tone alive. “Don’t think this means I forgive and forget all your past nonsense.”
—So what you tryna do? ♪
“That’s fine by me!” he said, smirk turning mischievous. In one swift motion, he scooped you up, spinning you lightly in his arms.
“Satoru!” you exclaimed, heart thundering, skirt spinning along with you.
“I missed you too…” he mumbled, pressing a fleeting kiss to your neck as he set you down just enough to keep you in his embrace. The air between you crackled, charged with years of unspoken tension, playful rivalry, and something dangerously flirtatious.
Every glance, every brush of his hand, every close movement felt like a game, one you weren’t sure you wanted to win.
Just then, the sliding door opened—and there was Satoshi. Probably the last person you expected to see.
From his spot near the crowd, he had been watching, quietly keeping tabs on you as you separated from Shoko and let Satoru guide you away. He knew you two needed to talk, but he also knew his brother. And something in his gut told him Satoru wasn’t about to act… rationally.
So he followed, observing from a distance. Everything seemed fine at first, until Satoru pulled you a little closer, that confident, teasing smirk on his face. That was when Satoshi decided he needed to intervene, though now that he was here, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
“So, I assume you two made up?” Satoshi’s voice cut through the charged air, calm but cautious, as he stepped closer.
“Yeah, something like that,” Satoru replied smoothly, setting you down just enough—but not letting go of your hand.
The party inside shifted around you, bodies and music flowing together, the bass reverberating through the kitchen like its own heartbeat. Your eyes flicked between the twins, trying not to get caught in their smoldering, unspoken battle.
Spotting Shoko in the distance, you took it as your cue to escape. But before you could move, Satoru tightened his grip slightly.
“Aht aht aht,” he said, voice low, playful, yet edged with something warmer. “I think you’re forgetting something, pigtails.”
Your hand warmed where his fingers held yours. “What?” you asked, feigning innocence.
“I think I deserve a follow back, don’t I?” His gaze lingered, heat in his eyes, a teasing challenge.
Rolling your eyes, you reached for your phone, opening Instagram and tapping Satoshi’s page before finding Satoru’s account. He watched, eyebrow raised, a flicker of annoyance sparking as you didn’t go straight to his account, but instead found him through his brother.
“Happy?” you asked, tilting your head, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Very,” he said, dimples flashing in a grin that made your stomach flutter.
You finally pulled away, turning toward Satoshi. “I’m gonna go find Shoko, okay?”
Satoshi nodded, smiling faintly, letting you go. His eyes followed you for a moment before snapping back to his brother.
“What was that?” he asked, arms crossed.
“What was what?” Satoru replied, brushing it off casually.
“Pigtails?” Satoshi said, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you gave up on that nickname.”
“Nah,” Satoru said smoothly, smirk returning. “It just went on a little vacation.”
Satoru started toward the door, but Satoshi’s voice stopped him.
“Hey—what are your intentions with [Y/n]?”
Satoru paused, letting out a low chuckle. “Intentions? What, are you her keeper?”
“It’s not like that,” Satoshi replied, eyes narrowing. “But you’ve been trying so hard to win her back. Don’t forget why you lost her in the first place.”
He reached out, patting Satoru’s shoulder in a rare gesture of brotherly warning. “Don’t put her in a position like you always do, playing with her emotions and all that.”
Satoru laughed, shaking his head. “Woah, scary. Don’t worry—I don’t plan on doing that. You know me.”
Satoshi shrugged. “Do I?”
Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Satoru alone with the echo of his brother’s warning.
Cracking his neck, Satoru smirked. He knew Satoshi wasn’t one to crush easily, but after today… it was clear. His twin had feelings for you, subtle though they were. And as for him? He had no doubts at all.
You had captured both of their attention—it made sense that they had the same taste. They were twins after all. But now it was a race.
Satoru’s grin widened, sharp and confident. He wasn’t letting anyone, not even his brother, get to you first.
part one. part two.
