GOJO!! · Y/n story by @on1y

The party thrummed through the old house on Maple Street, a bass beat you could feel in your teeth. Bodies packed every room, sweating under cheap colored lights. The air was thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume.

Satoru Gojo

takes a slow sip from his red cup, his sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd over the rim You know, for a team party, there’s a shocking lack of team spirit in here. It’s almost disappointing.

Rye

Speak for yourself! I’m showing plenty of spirit! he yells, earning an eye-roll from the blonde, Ayame

His gaze, sharp and assessing, finally lands on you, standing near the wall with Eva and Ayame. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips. It’s not a friendly look. It’s a hunter spotting his favorite kind of prey.

Satoru Gojo

Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.