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| part 2 part 1

Synopsis: So far Sukuna's vacation home is amazing. Quality alcohol, your friends all in one place, a beautiful beach view. You've even caught the attention of a certain white-haired frat boy.

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I fratkuna x fem nerdish) reader, mostly fluff, eventual 18+ content, gojo enters the chat!

A/N- lowk gojo is converting me 😭 I'm gonna do a poll soon asking if y'all would be interested in alternative endings! Lmk in the comments :)

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

You descended the stairs with Miwa, heading straight for the kitchen to find your two other friends.

It was late, almost midnight, and more people were gathered on the patio now, playing some stupid games and taking shots. Most people were either drunk out of their minds or getting to that point.

“Hey guys!”, Utahime slurred, clearly wasted.

Shoko’s face was dusted pink and she was laughing, helping Utahime stabilize herself a bit. The pair had been nursing their beers for a while, having taken a few rounds of shots. Utahime was a lightweight, though.

“You look like you’re having fun,” Miwa laughed, grabbing a red solo cup and filling it with some mystery drink from a giant dispenser.

“You want some?”, Miwa gestured to you, handing you a cup. You nodded, taking it.

Drinking wasn’t something you did often, but you figured you’d try a small amount tonight. It was vacation after all, and everyone else was.

“Me and Shoko are going to go talk to Yuki,” Utahime laughed, pulling Shoko away and toward the balcony.

“They look like they’re having fun,” you mused, nursing your drink slowly. It tasted sweet, a little fruity, and not too bitter.

It was way better than the alcohol you remember getting drunk off of last Halloween. That was straight peroxide.

“Yeah I know right. Hime is so drunk,” she laughed, leading you to the couch area.

Your eyes couldn’t help but dart around the gigantic house in search for a certain pink-haired someone. Sukuna was nowhere to be found, though, so you figured you’d just see him later or the next morning.

“You good?”, she noticed, scrolling through her phone.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Okay, good. Oh shit, Kokichi is calling me. Do you mind?”, she asked, turning her phone around showing the screen blaring with his contact on it.

“Yeah, go! I’ll be fine,” you said, gesturing for her to go answer the call. She was excitedly talking about the call they’d scheduled since Kokichi wanted to show her his dog and younger siblings.

Looking around again, you only really saw a few sorority girls on the staircase, and a group of both guys and girls in the kitchen, taking some shots and playing some game.

No signs of Sukuna.

Since it would probably only be a few minutes, you decided to pull out your phone to go on social media or answer some of your messages.

Two from your mom, a few Canvas notifications, your boss from work, just boring stuff. Replying to the messages, you headed over to your other apps to watch some mindless videos.

“What’s up?”, a playful voice came from the right side of you.

A head of white hair came into vision. Satoru Gojo plopped right next to you, knees touching, and shoulders momentarily brushing.

Your eyes slightly widened, looking around to see if any of his other friends were around. You didn’t see Geto or Sukuna anywhere.

“Oh, hey,” you said, offering a polite smile. His cheeks were blushed a light pink, and he didn’t seem too drunk. Just enough.

He smiled at your shy response, eyes drinking you in, “Why’re you all alone? Where’s the blue haired girl,”

“Oh, she’s on a call with her boyfriend. Shoko and Utahime are on the balcony or something. So… yeah,” you said awkwardly, rubbing your knees together.

“Well, I can just keep you company till they come back then, yeah?”, Gojo leaned back into the couch, legs widening and elbow resting a little easier on the arm chair.

You just gave him a small smile, taking another sip of your drink. You weren’t uncomfortable. Gojo was a nice guy, nice to look at too.

His red button down was now buttoned up a bit higher, chest barely covered, and his hair was a little messier. There was no doubt that he was handsome.

He laughed to himself, still amused by your awkward demeanor, “You know, you’re even shyer than during that project. It’s cute,”

Maybe he was more drunk than you thought. “Oh- thanks? Sorry, it’s not intentional,” you let out a small laugh.

“No, I like it,” he leaned back, taking a sip of his drink now.

“Speaking of that project… you never even did anything,” you huffed, remembering your previous grudge on the guy.

Gojo let out a real laugh this time, running a hand through his soft white hair, “Damn, I was kinda hoping you’d forget about that,”

“Nope, me and that other guy did all the work. What did you even say, ‘frat responsibilities?’”, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, that was- that was stupid,” he huffed out, still letting out small breathy laughs. He smelled woody and clean, like fresh laundry.

“I’m sorry about that. I was pretty stupid freshman year. I… I know that left a pretty bad impression,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah it did,” you smiled to yourself, “You apologizing now, though?”

He nodded, smiling wide now. “Yes. Sincerely. Clean slate?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I guess,” you said, laughing softly.

“I’ll take it. I’ve been trying to get on your good side for the past two years after that. I messed up, I guess,” he took a bigger sip of his drink, face scrunching up after tasting it.

“What do you mean?”, confused by what he meant by ‘trying to get on your good side’.

“I mean… I dunno. I always tried eating lunch with you and Shoko but she told me not to. And I told her to invite you to all the parties we’d have so I could try and maybe talk to you,”

He laughed, leaning back a bit more, “Sorry, I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m pretty wasted,”

You felt your face warm a bit from his confession. I guess that was pretty flattering.

Laughing to ease his discomfort, “It’s okay. I’m getting there, I guess. But that’s nice of you Gojo. I guess… we can be friends now,” you smiled, putting your hand out to shake his.

He grinned, finding it amusing and shaking it delicately. His hand was large, slender, long fingers wrapping around your palm, “Great,”

Suddenly, you heard a loud group coming back from the balcony, swinging open the back door leading to the patio.

The man of the house, Sukuna Ryomen was at the front of the crowd. With a certain white-haired girl on his right arm.

Your eyes widened and your face grew hot, Gojo’s gaze burning into your face.

“Oh, it’s Sukuna,” he glanced, “Damn, him and Mei Mei have been on and off for ages now,” he said to himself.

You began to feel an extreme wave of jealousy hit you. I mean, ages? Really?

“Oh, really?”, you asked, turning your gaze to Sukuna. He still hadn’t noticed you two on the couch.

“Yeah. Since like freshman year it feels like,” he sighed, noticing your uncomfortable expression, “You good?”

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled at him, and he leaned in closer, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“You sure?”, he stroked the side of your head gently.

On cue, Sukuna’s eyes locked in on the situation taking place, widening at the scene of his pretty “tutor” and frat brother getting a little too close for comfort.

Without even thinking, he lightly brushed Mei Mei off of him, and began walking up to the two of you on the couch.

“Y/n?”, he asked, hands shoved in his pockets and expression looking… hurt almost.

“What right did he even have to be hurt? You weren’t doing anything illegal, or scandalous even. Just a nice conversation with a mutual friend. Or friend, now. And just a minute ago, he had a different girl slung on his arm, likely having spent the past hour with her, not sparing you a thought after showing you to your room.”

“Oh, hey Sukuna,” you turned, offering him a small smile.

“What up Ryomen,” Gojo smiled up at him, waving with a peace sign.

“Yeah, hey,” he nodded quickly to Gojo, turning his attention over to you, “Y/n, you wanna get a drink with me?”

Your eyes widened at the question, about to speak, “We’re talking. Maybe later,” Gojo playfully shooed Sukuna away.

“Shut up, Satoru. Suguru’s looking for ya out on the patio. Him and a few other girls are playing some games,” he said, gesturing behind him.

Gojo sighed, stirring from his seat a bit, “It’s alright, he can play by himself-”

His phone began ringing loudly, an obnoxious 2000’s song blaring from the tiny device.

“Shit, Sugu’s blowing up my phone. Alright, y/n let’s talk again tomorrow, yeah?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised and a smile plastered across his face.

You simply nodded, offering him a smile. Your face felt like it was on fire from Sukuna’s piercing gaze on you the entire time.

He huffed, motioning for you to follow him.

Sukuna took your cup in his hands, filling it, and continuing to walk toward another door, looking back to check if you were still following him.

Turning the door, he let you walk through first, revealing another small balcony looking over the beach. It was quiet, nobody else in sight.

“He’s so annoying,” he sighed, “Here, you can sit, ya know,”

The both of you were sitting in adjacent beach chairs, on looking the beautiful beach front. It was a picture perfect scene.

“Hi,” was all you could manage to get out, the reality of the situation setting in.

Sukuna in the night lighting was heavenly. His skin was perfectly clear, illuminated by the moonlight. His toned abdomen was fully visible, and his pink hair fell perfectly on his forehead.

He had a softer look in his eye, one you hadn’t yet seen before.

“Hey,” he smiled gently, “You having fun?”

“Yeah, I am. Are… you?” you realized that was a pretty stupid question. It was his house after all, and he seemed to be.

“Uh, I guess so. I’m having more fun right now, though,” he smiled, eyes darting to you.

“Whatever you were doing out there looked pretty cool, though,” he shook his head at that, letting out a humorless chuckle.

“I was looking for you. I just got caught up- they wanted me to play some game,” his eyes were still on you, his hands fumbling around.

“You and Mei Mei is it? Seem pretty close,” you regretted what you said instantly. You didn’t want to come off as accusatory. Your curiosity got the better of you, Gojo’s words ringing loudly in your head.

“Oh. Yeah, we’re friends. Since high school. But it’s not like that,” he paused.

“Does she know that?” you laughed softly, attempting to lighten the mood but wanting an answer.

He sighed, “Yeah, I know. I know it looks bad. It’s just… complicated,”

You hummed in response, not wanting to press him, but he’d sensed your discomfort, “She just went through a lot of shit with her parents and I was there- she needed someone. But she’s getting better now,”

“Oh, okay. It’s okay Sukuna you don’t need to explain anything to me. It’s nice you guys are close like that,” you smiled.

“I wouldn’t say close, but yeah. And I wanted to explain it. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, especially after that one time,” he sighed.

“I appreciate it. And it’s okay, it was kind of funny now that I think about it. I’ve never had someone order something like that,” he smiled at that, his mind wandering to how adorable he thought you looked in your uniform and bike.

“Yeah, that was weird. I wouldn’t do anything with her, for the record. I wasn’t going to,” he sighed.

“It’s okay, no need to explain,” he nodded, pursing his lips.

“You work a lot, don’t you? You just like being busy or something?” it was his attempt at making conversation, wanting this quiet moment with you to extend further into the night.

“Oh, yeah. I guess so. It’s more to help my mom out, but it’s also a good use of time,” he hummed at your response.

He didn’t want to pry, but Sukuna wanted to get to know you better, to know more about where you came from, what motivated you, who your family was, what you were truly passionate about.

“That’s good. What do your parents do for work?” he asked.

“Uh, my mom and dad own a store. But my dad hurt his back really bad back when I was a senior in high school, so he hasn’t been able to work in a while. And I don’t really like my mom working too much. It’s hard on her,” you shifted in your chair, turning toward him more, “So I’ve been working a lot to help pay for medical bills and the mortage. Three things, including you,”

“Shit, I’m sorry. That must be hard. They’re lucky to have you. You work really hard, I can tell,” he said, awkwardly almost.

“Thanks,” you let out a small laugh, “It’s all good. Plus the work isn’t hard or anything, so it’s whatever. You ever had a job?” his eyes widened at the shift in conversation.

“Not really. My parents never really pushed me to,” he looked up, thinking, “That makes me sound like a major douche, I know” he huffed out a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah, it does,” you let out a genuine laugh, “But I can’t say I blame you. If I was rich as hell I wouldn’t work for pennies either,” he nodded at that.

“I guess that’s true. But it’s really cool you do, I mean it,” he seemed genuine, looking you in the eye and smiling gently.

“Wow, I’m touched,” you smiled with an eyebrow slightly raised, “You’re nicer than I thought,”

He seemed surprised by that, “What do you mean?” his eyebrows were raised and he wore a confused expression.

You never thought you’d admit something like that to him, or get to the point where you were comfortable enough to. The previous opinion you had on Sukuna was just about disintegrated and changed into a gentler, more genuine version that you most definitely admired.

Letting out a small hum, you started, “I just thought you were an ass before this is all. I mean, you are in a frat,”

He let out a genuine laugh. It was loud and lengthy, “I thought you didn’t know me before this, no? What about me gave ‘asshole’?” his eyebrow raised and face slightly red.

“I knew of you. And I mean, no offense, but what about you didn’t? You’re in that frat, you play football, you’re rich as hell, friends with Toji, practically community dih-” you realized you might’ve gone too far with the last statement, covering your mouth and laughing.

“Hey! That’s- what?” he was laughing too, hard.

“That’s not fair. And I’m not, for your information. I’m all the other things, I guess. Maybe not the Toji thing, though. He’s annoying,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“I’ve heard my fair share of things. You’ve been with half of the female population here,” you smiled, rolling your eyes.

It was true. You’d heard a multitude of rumors and stories about encounters with Sukuna from various different girls at parties. All saying the same things, that he never took them seriously after or pursued anything further than something physical.

“Don’t listen to that shit,” he said, softer now, “I don’t want you thinking that about me. It’s not exactly an accurate representation of me,”

You raised your brows at that, curious as to what he meant by that.

“It’s mostly rumors. I mean, I won’t sit here and tell you I’m the virgin Mary but- it’s not that many. I just get a bad rep being around Toji and the others. I swear,” he looked down a bit, hoping you’d believe him.

He was starting to realize that your opinion of him mattered a great deal to him.

“Yeah. I believe you,” you nodded, “After I got to know you a bit, I didn’t really think it was all that true. Someone with your personality couldn’t possibly have that much pull,” you laughed, lightening the mood.

“Hey- I have a lot of pull, for your information,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, sure. But, seriously. I believe you. I trust you,” you smiled gently.

He felt his heart explode at your little smile and non chalant tuck of your hair behind the ear. You trusted him. That notion made his face and chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

With wide eyes, he paused and responded, “Good. It’s mutual,”

You smiled softly, “You know I don’t have many friends,”

“No, really?” he huffed, jokingly.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “But… I think you might be able to be considered a friend. It’s a very exclusive list, though,”

He smiled gently, genuinely, “Really? This whole time I’ve considered you my good friend. And now you’re telling me I could be contemplated as one?”

You were surprised at his response. This whole time you were over thinking the matter of whatever you had being friendship or something less than. You never thought someone like him, with countless friends, would consider you a friend so easily.

“Well, like I said, it’s difficult to get on the roster,” he rolled his eyes jokingly at that, “But, yeah. I would say you made the cut,”

He laughed, rubbing his palms on his shorts, “Friends, then,”

“Yeah. Now that I told you about my family, I figured I’d promote you,” you said.

He seemed confused at that, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just that I haven’t told many people about the shit I got going on. It’s not that big a deal, but at this school I just feel different. Everyone’s rich as hell. Even my closest friends. But since I told you, ya know,” you softly said, looking away from him.

His gaze softened, and he felt a warming stir in his heart. You trusted him with something you were clearly private about. It felt good. And he suddenly felt more important, like he was taking up a larger space in your life.

“Yeah. I can’t say that I get it but- I’m happy that you felt like you could trust me. You can,” he smiled, scooting his chair closer to yours.

“Thanks, Sukuna,” you felt inexplicably happy.

Your heart strings felt like they were bursting at the seems, as cliche as that sounded. Sukuna Ryomen considered you a friend, and claimed he would guard your “secret”. If you could even call it that.

Revealing that part of yourself made you feel like an open book, vulnerable. But surprisingly it was easy with him, like he understood with no judgement.

–

You woke up to Miwa’s loud electric toothbrush running and White Keys playing in the background faintly.

The previous night left you with a happy, optimistic feeling. Your crush on Sukuna had made notable progress, and you spent actual, quality time with one another.

After talking for what felt like hours about other miscellaneous things. His football playing, the pressure his parents put on him to play well. Your stupid peanut shop job. Your stupid boss at your old job at the gym. His math teacher. Classes you had together but never talked in. Your mutual friends. His friends. Your friends.

It was good conversation that didn’t have any awkward pauses or moments of awkwardness. It felt natural, like he cared about what you had to say.

You returned to your respective rooms late into the night, probably around 2 in the morning. When you went up to the room, Miwa hadn’t returned yet. You assumed that she was with Shoko and Utahime, playing some game or smoking.

“You’re finally up,” Miwa smiled, waltzing her way to your bed, fuzzy headband pressing her hair back, “I heard you were with a certain someone,”

You yawned, grabbing your waterbottle and chugging the cold water, “Hm? How do you even know about that?”

“I came back from calling Kokichi and you were gone. I was asking around and Gojo said the last he saw you, Sukuna stole you away,” she used quotation marks with her fingers when she said the last part.

“It was for a drink. And it wasn’t like that. We just talked for a bit, we lost track,” you fought back a smile.

“Sure. It was for such a long time. I was gonna go look for you, but I figured you were enjoying yourself,” she smirked, applying her makeup.

“Yeah, yeah. It was good. We talked a lot. Ya know he said we’re friends?” you said excitedly, heading to the bathroom.

“No shit. He begged you to come to his vacay home and bought you expensive soap. He’s always looking at you like this, too,” she paused and made an overly-exaggerated cute expression, “It’s more than that, if you ask me,” she sighed.

Her words were overly optimistic, but a part of you couldn’t help believing a bit of it. The conversation the other night, the tender words and gentle moments warmed your heart and encouraged the notions of anything more than platonic.

You simply smiled, rolling your eyes and beginning to brush your teeth and wash your face.

“I think a lot of the others are heading to the beach today. Probably spend the whole day outside, grill some food, and hang out. That’s what Gojo told Shoko,” she said excitedly, putting on her bathing suit and a light coverup over.

“That sounds really fun,” you did the same, fishing out your blue bathing suit out of your bag and changing in the bathroom.

You wore some simple shorts and a tanktop on top of your swim suit, unplugging your phone from the charger.

“Damn, it’s already 11 in the morning,” you sighed, “Are Shoko and Utahime up?” you asked.

“Yeah, but they got up around the same time as us. No one’s left yet, I think everyone’s planning to go in like thirty minutes,” she said, checking her phone.

The two of you decided to head downstairs for breakfast. The place was surprisingly clean, and nothing like how you remembered it the other night.

The dining table was clean, looking to be wiped down and rid of all red solo cups and alcohol. The smell of weed was no where to be found, and was replaced by a fluorescent, strong scent of air freshener.

Sitting at the round table was Shoko, Utahime, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, and Mei Mei. Shoko didn’t look too happy at the latter, chewing on her bagel, exaggerating each bite.

When she saw the two of you, though, her mood immediately brightened. She got up from her seat, waltzing over to you, “Hey, guys! Come on- eat, there’s a bunch of food,” gesturing to the island of bagels, fruits, pancakes, sausages, eggs, all the staples of breakfast food.

You and Miwa filed food onto your plates and took a seat at the table. There were some others lounging around, eating on the couch or on the patio.

Sukuna smiled up at you as you took a seat next to Shoko, “Good morning,” he nodded.

“Morning,” you smiled flatly, not wanting to be overt.

The rest of the table was lively, luckily, not catching the small moment between the two of you.

“So, who’s ready for the beach?” Shoko smiled, excitedly wrapping an arm around Utahime.

Everyone unanimously chimed ‘Me’ except Mei Mei who was too busy typing something on her phone. She was seated next to Sukuna, of course, scooted close to his side, head rested on his shoulder.

He told you they were friends, though. Nothing more. You believed him, believed what he told you about her family. That they were just close from high school and he helped her work through her issues.

“We should play volleyball, hm? I was so good back in high school,” Gojo hummed, reminiscing on his high school days.

“You were so ass. Be for real dude,” Geto laughed, a piece of his hair falling from his tie up.

“I was not! I was good- I made varsity in sophomore year, remember? I was the best player,” he huffed, arguing his case.

“No you weren’t dude. They just kept you on because you were tall,” Shoko giggled, scrolling through her phone to find a photo of him from back in the day.

“Hey- don’t pull up any high school photos of me. Don’t embarrass me in front of y/n!” he laughed softly, pouting and making eye contact with you.

You laughed in response. Gojo was funny, entertaining even. You found his antics to be comfortable, and enjoyed how he included everyone in the conversation.

After the other night, you felt more at ease about him. He clearly wanted to be friends, considering after the fact he dm’d you seven different meme reels on Instagram and followed you on his spam account. You didn’t believe in men with spam accounts, but figured you’d make an exception.

“We should play today, though. It would be fun. I think I have one in the garage,” Sukuna smiled, getting up to go and find it.

“I’ll come too, I wanna get some ice for my water,” Mei Mei said, standing to go follow him.

He pursed his lips, nodding his head reluctantly. You supposed he didn’t want to be impolite.

Once they were out of earshot, Shoko wasn’t reluctant in speaking her mind, “See, this is what I’m talking about. She always does that shit,” she rolled her eyes.

Utahime laughed softly, “No, it’s not even funny,” Shoko groaned, “Satoru, Sugu, can’t you see? She’s totally obsessed. I never defend men like this but that’s gotta be harassment or something,”

Gojo laughed heartily, “I guess. But Ryomen isn’t exactly saying no. Think he might like her?”

Your heart dropped, and you hoped that Gojo was just joking around like he did.

“Hell no man,” Geto said with a grimace, “He doesn’t like her like that. He told me himself. Plus it’s hella obvious,”

“Yeah, okay everyone shut up they’re coming back,” Shoko said, and everyone collectively let out a laugh.

“What’s up?” Sukuna asked, eyebrows raised. Mei Mei followed close behind, eyes glued to her screen smirking.

“Nothing. Let’s go, it’s already almost noon,” Shoko said, getting up and everyone followed suit.

Mei Mei continued staying close behind Sukuna, almost suffocating him.

It was worse than the other night. It almost felt deliberate. She stood in places that blocked him off to the rest of you all, shielding you from talking to him. You figured it was because of his swift exit the other night from her and whatever game.

The sand felt warm on your feet, your flip flops not really protecting anything. Shoko and Utahime laid their towels on the sand and began tanning, and Gojo unsurprisingly did the same.

The rest of you put down towels and set your belongings on them, applying sunscreen to get in the water.

It was your favorite part of the beach, swimming. You missed the feeling.

Lifting up your shirt and revealing your bare abdomen and legs, you felt a set of eyes on you.

Sukuna was now shirtless, only in his swim trunks. He was applying his sunscreen over his mid section and arms, eyes drinking you up shamelessly.

Eyes widening that you noticed his staring, he looked away quickly, pretending to focus on putting his sun block on his face.

“Y/n, you need help with that?” Miwa asked, coming over to you noticing you were struggling to lather it on your back.

“Thanks,” you smiled, “That tickles!” you laughed, shimmying a bit at her touch.

“You look so good, y/n,” Utahime said, eyes widening and nodding, “This color looks great on you!”

You smiled, hearing another voice echo her, “I agree,” Gojo sat up, pulling down his sunglasses to gaze at you jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your face slightly warm. Shoko tapped his shoulder, making a grossed out expression.

“What? It’s true. Can’t a man speak his truth?” he smiled, resting his cheek on one of his hands.

“It’s true, but you’re gross. Anyway, should we play volleyball?” Shoko asked, hoisting herself up and offering a hand to Utahime.

“Sure, why not,” Gojo said, getting up, offering you a hand, mimicking Shoko.

You shook your head, softly laughing, and took his hand. Gojo was nice. Flamboyant, energetic, talkative, and kind. A little obnoxious, but he was a lot nicer than during that project, different than what you thought he was like. A flamboyant, kind frat boy.

Sukuna watched all of this with a pursed expression. He knew Gojo was a touchy guy who enjoyed and valued the company of women platonically. But he also knew he had some interest in you from conversations with him and Shoko.

He saw the difference in the way he addressed you, approached you. He made efforts to be noticed by you in both group and individual settings.

You all grouped together again. Wanting to find Sukuna’s eyes, you looked around. He looked back at you, offering a soft smile. You smiled back, feeling your face warm up.

“Alright, let’s do team captains. I’ll be one of the captains,” Gojo volunteered, raising his hand.

“Ain’t nobody wanna be on your bum ass team,” Shoko laughed, and the rest of the group followed suit.

“You guys are so mean to me,” he sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you can be captain. I’ll be the other one, I’m good at this shit. Remember when we played in the rec league together?” Sukuna gestured to Gojo and Geto, both nodding their heads.

“Alright, great! I’ll pick first. I pick y/n, you seem like you’d be good at volleyball,” he smiled, gesturing for you to come to his side of the net. You laughed softly, walking up to his side.

Sukuna didn’t like that at all. But he didn’t want to make a bigger deal of something than it was, biting back his teeth and stirring anger.

“Okay, Geto, you’re with me,” he pointed to him.

The rest of the selections went smoothly, the teams forming and the game beginning.

You played volleyball a few times in school during PE class with Utahime and Miwa, so you three weren’t horrible at it.

But Gojo wasn’t lying when he said he was great at volleyball. That would be an understatement. He was amazing at it, spiking the ball effortlessly, saving it with the tip of his finger.

Sukuna was quite good too, naturally having athletic hand eye coordination. Geto and Shoko were equally as good, both having played on a team in high school.

Mei Mei was barely trying, floppering around the court, shying away from the ball. It wasn’t really a problem, you figured she just didn't know how to play.

You didn’t want to be one of those girls who disliked another girl because of a guy. So you attempted to be nice to her during the game.

“Good one!” you looked over to her after she finally managed to hit the ball up, saving it and allowing Gojo to set it back to the opposing side.

She simply pursed her lips and went back to the game, not acknowledging the compliment. Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at it.

If you decided you hated her, it wasn’t because of Sukuna or any guy. It was because she was a total bitch.

The ball was launched toward your area, and you hit it over just right, and Geto missed the ball. Another point for your team.

Sukuna smiled, impressed by your hit, “Good play!” he shouted over with a hand to his mouth.

You put a thumbs up, smiling. There were mostly small moments between the two of you, not really full blown conversation or more than a few words spoken. That was mainly because of one person.

The next play, you felt invigorated. The ball came to your area, but just as you were about to get it, Mei Mei swooped in, elbowing you hard in the face to get the ball.

It was a surprisingly hard hit, considering she didn’t look like the fighting type and she was lousy at volleyball. You felt your nose begin bleeding, your eye swelling a bit.

Everyone stopped playing, and rushed over to your side.

“Are you okay?” Miwa, Shoko, and Utahime were on you in an instant. Gojo was standing over you, hoisting you up.

Sukuna felt his heart drop, over to you in an instant.

It all felt very dramatic, and you let out a small laugh, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a bloody nose. I used to get these a lot when I was a kid,” you said, using Gojo’s arm to get up.

You murmured a quiet ‘thank you’, to which he responded with a whispered ‘of course’. It was nice.

Sukuna hated it. Hated seeing you hurt, even if it was a small injury. Hated not being the one you were resting on and relying upon.

“My bad,” Mei Mei stated, looking the least bit concerned for you.

Shoko, Miwa, and Utahime, especially Shoko, glared at her. It was clear she wasn’t sorry at all, most likely having done it purposefully.

“Yeah, sure,” Shoko said, rolling her eyes. Geto gave her a warning look, quietly asking if you wanted a tissue or water.

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I’m gonna sit this next one out. I might head back, actually to get some ice for my eye,”

“I’ll come with you,” you heard three voices insist. Damn, were you popular or something? You felt like the main character in the movie, y/n in those corny fanfictions you used to read as a teenager.

Miwa, Gojo, and Sukuna all extended a hand out to you. You laughed at the sheer ridiculity of the situation, never receiving this kind of attention in the entirety of your 21 years of existence.

Gojo was surprisingly the most insistent, and you were almost swept up, not even realizing he was hoisting you up and carrying you bridal style in his arms.

Sukuna was seething, his face in utter disbelief. Gojo barely knew you. Sure, Sukuna wasn’t an idiot. He could tell his friend was attracted to you, interested in you. He’d heard him asking Shoko for some lousy “help”, asking her to “put him on”.

Stupid things like that. Gojo had always been bold, often trying to talk to taken girls at parties, audaciously in front of their boyfriends. It had gotten him into a bit of trouble. Sukuna had never thought he’d be on the receiving end of the feeling.

“Satoru put her down,” Suguru said, cracking up. Everyone was amused, even Mei Mei wore a slight smirk on her face at the dramatics of Gojo. Except Sukuna, of course.

“I’m fine, dude,” you huffed, tapping his shoulder to let you down. You were light as a feather in his surprisingly muscular arms. For how flamboyant he acted, he had a lot of muscle to combat it. Probably helped with all the angry boyfriends of the girls he’d try and hit on.

Gojo laughed, stubbornly keeping hold of you, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll put you down when we get back to the house. Your eye is the size of a baseball,” he grimaced.

“Just put her down, Satoru. And I have to get something from the house, I forgot my phone. So I can just take her,” Sukuna lunged closer to the two of you.

“It’s fine, I’ll grab your phone for you, yeah? The red one with the clear case?” Gojo said lightly, already beginning to walk toward the house.

Sukuna wanted nothing more than to knock the pretty boy’s sunglasses into his face, but he decided to be mature. Take a deep breath. He could check up on you later, making damn sure you were okay, shower you with snacks and concern.

Biting his lip, he simply nodded, “Yeah. The first aid kit is-”

Just then, Sukuna’s bright red phone began ringing loudly in his short pocket. His eyes widened in embarrassment, caught in a lie.

“Your phone, huh?” Shoko said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. Sukuna was so predictable to her.

“Thought you forgot it?” Geto asked, his eyebrow raised and his face sporting a smirk.

“I thought I did. I guess it’s like when you’re looking for your glasses but they’re on top of your head,” he said smoothly, shrugging his shoulders, “Alright hurry up Satoru, her eye’s practically purple,”

You smiled softly at Sukuna, and he returned it.

Gojo began walking back to the beach house. It wasn’t a far walk, maybe ten minutes. They had decided to go to the more public part of the beach, not connected to the patio of the house to use the volleyball nets.

The rest of the sorority girls and frat boys were on their own daily adventures, the house pretty much empty. It was almost lunch time, after all.

“You good, hm?” Gojo looked down at you, your faces oddly close together. You felt your face warm at the sudden closeness.

“Yeah. I just can’t see out of this eye. I hate the taste of blood, ya know,” you huffed, pointing to your left eye.

“Who doesn’t? I mean I guess vampires,” he smiled. He looked good even from your angle, one that would usually be unflattering to most.

But he still managed to look great, jawline prodding, milky skin slightly dusted pink from the sun, and his piercing blue eyes staring down at you through the shade of his sunglasses.

“I’m sure Edward and Bella would love to be me right now,” you joked, hoping he’d pick up on the reference.

“Just Edward. Girl, Bella isn’t even a vampire. Edward wanted to suck her blood,” he said, rolling his eyes jokingly. It seemed he picked up what you were putting down.

Still in his arms, you were glad that there weren’t too many people at that particular side of the beach that day. You, carried princess style over a nose bleed and eye injury was utterly ridiculous. But he did insist. And you kind of liked it.

“Oh, shut up. You won’t out-Twilight me. I’m talking about after he turned her in Breaking Dawn Part 2,” you raised an eyebrow seriously. You were a diehard fan back in your pre-teen years.

“Shit, it’s been a while for me. You really know your stuff, hm?” he looked down at you again with a turnt smile.

“Damn right I do. I was a Twihard back in the day,” you could see his eyes widen at that, excitedly.

“Actually? Same! I made Geto and Shoko watch the movies with me. You can ask her, she hated them,” he laughed.

“You seem like you’d like it,” he seemed like he’d have nerdy or unconventional interests. Even for a guy who was in a frat and had his fair share of Saturday night hookups. He was quirky, to say the least.

“I know, I’m niche,” he said smugly, “Alright, we’re here. Want me to put you down now?”

You patted his arm, leaving his warm, tight, grasp, lightly offering him a small thank you as he put you down on the couch. He simply smiled.

“I think the first aid kit is in the pantry of all places,” he quickly speed-walked over to the pantry to fetch the first aid kit, “I’ll make an ice pack,”

“Thank you,” you settled deeper into the couch. It was comfortable, sinking into the fluffy leather and soft blanket.

“Of course,” he smiled, placing the perfect bag of ice wrapped in a thin towel gently on your eye, “I make these a lot,”

“Why’s that? You pick fights with people often?” you winced, at the cool feeling on your eye. It smelled a bit like tea, the cloth.

Gojo hummed, standing up again to get a box of tissues and a washcloth. Lightly, he passed the box to you, and wiped the dried up patches of blood off the bottom of your face. He smelled fragrant, sweet, almost.

“Surprisingly, no. I’m delicate,” he feigned, “Nah, but I get injured during games a lot, bruises and stuff. I put some green tea on it, it’s supposed to be soothing,”

“Oh, you play football like Sukuna? Or volleyball, you’re pretty good”, you trailed on. You remember briefly Shoko asking you to come to one of Gojo’s games with her when Utahime was swamped with work and she had no one to go with.

“Thanks,” he smirked, “But nah, I play hockey believe it or not,”

“What?” you laughed, “Didn’t you just say you’re delicate? Isn’t that a super contact sport?”

He hummed, “Ehh, yeah but at least it’s fun. And my parents liked me playing it more than volleyball, so I took it more seriously. And that’s how I go here,”

“I did always wonder how you got into the same college as Shoko and Geto. And me, of course,” you joked.

“I’m very smart, too, so that helped,” he laughed, ruffling his soft, white hair.

“Yeah, sure,” your bloody nose was calming down, and it was mostly your eye that was bugging you. You were still wrapping your head around Mei Mei having that hard of a hit. She did have a banging body, though, you had to admit.

“You’re mean,” he pretended to be hurt, “But you’re right. I’m lucky I was good at something. I couldn’t just let Shoko and Sugu leave me behind,” he smiled, closing his eyes.

“Ya know, I thought you’d come to my play off game last season. I asked Shoko to invite you,” Gojo said, face reminiscent.

“I think I do remember her asking me to come. But I just thought it was because Utahime or Geto couldn’t join her and she didn’t wanna go alone,” you shrugged.

“Nah, I wanted you to come,” he smiled, “I wish you did, you would’ve seen me win and see how much aura I have,”

Your face scrunched up, your eye throbbing, “Eugh. What aura?” he rolled his eyes, “But you could’ve just asked me to come. Don’t know why you’d talk to me through Shoko,”

“I guess, but that’s so boring. Asking through another person is so theatric and makes me more excited,” he smiled, clapping his hands together, “And also, she told me you didn’t like me all that much, so”

“Yeah, I didn’t,” you laughed, “But I like you now. You like Twilight, too,”

“That’s the only reason?” he let out a hearty laugh, “Not because I carried you here for miles and nursed you back to health, hm?”

“It was like half a mile, max. And you gave me a towel and napkins. It’s a good thing you’re a comms major,” you looked at him blankly.

“True. Not like it was hard, anyway. You’re light as a feather and I’m super strong and shit,” he flexed his muscles jokingly.

You lightly touched the head of his bicep, and his usual cocky personality slipped a bit, face warming and lips parting slightly, “Yeah, I guess. I’ve think I’ve only seen you at the gym a few times, I used to work there ya know,”

“Uh- yeah. I know, I used to see you there,” he paused, “The front desk, right?”

“Yeah. Did you just come a lot in the evening? I worked the morning to afternoon shift mostly,” he murmured a small ‘you good’ as he adjusted your ice pack.

“Hmm, yeah I mostly would go with Sugu at night,” he said.

“Makes sense,” you hummed.

“Team Edward or team Jacob?” Gojo asked like it was a dealbreaker question, quickly attempting to start a new topic of conversation.

“Obviously team Edward. But I also think her life was sad, if Jacob wasn’t an ass her life with him could’ve been way better,” you said without hesitation. It was something you had spent a lot of time debating back in middle school.

“Wow,” he said, smile wide, “I think I’m in love,”

“Eugh. I feel like that’s a popular opinion,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Probably. It’s my exact thoughts. Also her poor dad,” he said, seriously.

“True. He was probably the real victim of the saga,” you said, shifting upwards a bit to sit higher on the couch.

“Seriously. Ya know, we should watch the movies together some time. I haven’t seen em in forever, and Shoko and Geto would never,” he shifted closer to you.

“Maybe. Utahime and Miwa hate it too. We mostly watch musical movies together. Or anime,” you said. The thought of hanging one on one with Gojo was foreign to you.

A few days ago, you hadn’t even considered a friend. Finding out there was a lot you two had in common wasn’t on your bingo card, but it wasn’t something you were quick to reject.

Maybe your assumptions were wrong about him.

“Anime?” he smiled, even more excited than before, “I love anime! Even Sugu and Shoko will watch it with me,”

A loud swing of the door was heard, and Sukuna and your three girl friends filed in.

He was carrying a big bag from CVS, walking a little faster to where you were sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” he huffed out, “You good?”

You looked up at him, slightly moving the compress from your eye to look up at him better. Gojo was amused, looking up at Sukuna with a small smile.

He was upset, admittedly that Sukuna had ruined a nice moment between the two of you. The conversation was going great to him. The shared interests, your ability to banter and respond with unique and personal opinions just made him like you even more.

“Yeah,” you softly smiled.

“Ryomen over here dragged our asses one hundred blocks to find the damn CVS. Remind me never to let you lead us anywhere,” Shoko huffed, Utahime and Miwa lightly laughing.

“Hey- it was telling me to go up M Street, it was wrong, not me-” he sighed, rummaging through the bag and showing you what he’d bought.

“Here,” he started, “Your eye is so swollen,” he sighed, looking like it pained him personally.

He set out a bottle of Advil, caffeine-infused under eye cream, cold gel masks, your favorite chips.

“Oh- thank you,” you smiled, picking up the bottle of Advil first. Hopefully it’d ease the pain of your face, your nose starting to ache a bit as well.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, taking a seat on the couch next to you.

“Are you okay, though?” Utahime said, coming closer to see the state of your face, Miwa following close behind. Their faces slightly dropped at the sight of the swell of your eye.

You nodded, “I hate that bitch, for the hundreth time,” Shoko said, getting a glass of water, “You should put her on a damn leash Ryomen”

Gojo snickered, turning his head in Shoko’s direction, “I know. It was out of line,” Sukuna admitted, turning to you.

“Yeah, way out of line. I’ve never liked her. Remember when she thought I was coming onto you, she spilled her drink all over my new dress,” Shoko rolled her eyes at Sukuna.

Sukuna paused, beginning to speak, but Gojo cut him off, “Let’s just get something to eat for lunch. So negative, it’s not good for our skin,” he said, turning his attention toward you.

He playfully took your hand in his, “What do you wanna eat? Let’s eat what you want to,”

You laughed softly. Sukuna didn’t like what you had going on Gojo. He was used to him being the only guy in the frat you were friends with.

This newfound thing the two of you had going on, he decided, he didn’t like.