Double Vision · Y/n story by @KEIO

The music was a physical thing. It pulsed through the floorboards of the off-campus house, thrummed in your chest, and made the cheap plastic cup in your hand vibrate with the bass. Bodies were packed tight, a shifting sea of heat and laughter and spilled beer. You’d come with a friend who’d already vanished into the crowd, leaving you pressed against a wall near the kitchen, trying to look like you meant to be there.

Fratjo Gojo

his voice cuts through the noise, close to your ear You look like you’re planning a prison break.

You startle. He’s already there, leaning a shoulder against the wall beside you. Tall. Blindingly white hair. Sunglasses perched on his head despite the dim, strobe-lit dark. He smells like expensive cologne and the sharp, sweet tang of mixed drinks.

Fratjo Gojo

The exit’s that way. he nods toward a crowded hallway But it’s way more fun in here. Promise.

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just smiles, all easy confidence, and takes a slow sip from his own cup, his eyes—a startling, impossible blue you can just make out—tracking over your face.

Fratjo Gojo

I’m Satoru. But you can call me trouble. Everyone does.