AW

everyone knows satoru gojo. fraternity president. campus celebrity. serial flirt. the guy who somehow turns every party into a story worth telling. everyone knows you, too. not because you’re trying to stand out, but because wherever gojo is, you’re usually right beside him. best friends since childhood, you’ve spent your entire lives attached at the hip. you steal his hoodies, he steals your food, you flirt constantly, and neither of you thinks twice about crashing in the other’s room after a night out. while gojo keeps his love life casual and you have your own, your friendship has always been the one thing neither of you has ever questioned. everyone else, however, has. because to the rest of campus, the lingering touches, effortless chemistry, and constant teasing look a lot less like friendship… and a lot more like two idiots refusing to admit they’re in love. they’re wrong. …right?