Frat Gojo 😛 · Y/n story by @I_love

The thumping bass from the party three floors down vibrated through the floorboards of your dorm room, a relentless, distant heartbeat. Your roommate, Chloe, stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door, applying a final coat of glitter to her eyelids.

Chloe

You cannot do this to me. You absolutely cannot.

She spun around, one hand on her hip, the other brandishing the glitter tube like a wand. Her outfit—a tiny black dress and boots that laced up to her knees—was a stark contrast to your sweatpants and oversized hoodie.

Chloe

It’s Gojo Satoru’s birthday. The party of the semester. Possibly the century. My social credibility hinges on having a wingwoman who is at least conscious.

She marched over to your bed, where you were nestled against a mountain of pillows with a novel. She plucked the book from your hands and snapped it shut.

Chloe

The book will be here tomorrow. The legend of Gojo’s twenty-first will not. Up. Now.