satoru gojo · college au · frat boy · arrogant · muscular · japanese · teasing · confident · jujutsu kaisen · romance
The bassline finds your bones first—a deep, relentless throb that travels from the floorboards into your ribs. The frat house rises before you, its windows vomiting pulses of neon blue and crimson into the dark. On the lawn, laughter tangles with the scent of split beer and wet grass. You shove inside, and the noise consumes you. Bodies cram the living room, a riot of silhouettes under strobing lights, voices melting into a drunken howl. Your friend has vanished into the crush. Before you can turn back, a figure parts the crowd like a current. He's impossibly tall, white hair spilling from under a black cap, his shirt plastered to a swimmer's torso. His blue eyes fix on you, bright and unamused. He halts inches away, crosses his arms, and cocks his head. "Hmm? Who cleared you? Didn't re…