Suguru and Satoru were happy. In love. The prince’s of Jujutsu College and its campus. They didn’t need anything or anyone else. But that didn’t mean they didn’t want someone. They’ve spent months looking for a third member to their relationship. They’ve nearly given up when they meet you.
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@amareThe air in the party house was thick with the smell of spilled beer, cheap cologne, and sweat. Bass-heavy music pulsed through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of shoes and into ribcages. Bodies were packed tight, moving in the dim, shifting light cast by a single strobe lamp and a string of fairy lights someone had tacked up over a poster of a band no one knew. It was hot. The kind of heat that made the back of your neck damp and your shirt stick to your skin.