𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮 | gojo s.

05

He stood there, with that infamous smirk of his on his face. He lowered his shades on his nose again, revealing his incredible sky blue eyes. You wonder how he got such beautiful eyes. He was probably the only person you know that has such attractive eyes. It was pleasing yet surprising to look at, seeing how rare it was.

Maybe he was too amused that you don't snap at him, because he knows he's too annoying himself. Is this how he charm girls? Annoy them? And they find it so... charming? How?

Too bad I don't lose my cool. He just have to give up on irritating me, then.

"You want some drinks?" he asked you before turning to a guy who slapped his arm. He said something to him that you didn't quite understand nor hear. The guy gave him a sly grin and walked away. His bright blue eyes flickered to you, examining your face.

You shake your head. "No, I'll drive my friends home. I can't get drunk."

He laughed at that. "You don't have to get drunk. Just a little taste of beer and you'll be okay." he winked at you, and before you said anything, he turned away and went to the kitchen.

You don't have any choice but to follow him. You trailed behind him, getting looks from some girls who were surprised that you were actually with a guy who play with girls' hearts. Ignoring them, you continued to walk like it doesn't affect you. Because it really doesn't. You weren't even interested in him.

Nobara was standing there, talking to a guy, a drink in her hand. You went to greet her by simply raising your hand. She glanced at you and smiled, taking her eyes off the guy she was talking to. Her smile slowly dropped when she saw who you were with. She narrowed her eyes at me. You shrugged.

"Oh, there's your friend. Nobara, is it?" Gojo said playfully, purposely letting Nobara hear it. She glared at him before turning her back on him, making him chuckle deeply. He reached for the beer inside the cooler, and gave it to you. You accepted it, feeling the cool metal in your fingers.

He glanced at you, watching you open the can of beer. You can still feel his gaze on you as you sipped lightly. His amused look was evident on his face. "See? It won't hurt to empty one can."

You let the taste slide off your tongue. It was bitter but bearable. Ah, you missed high school parties, where you and your friends never left each others' side. Your highschool life wasn't really entirely boring. In all honesty, this party was your first college party. You will never admit that to him, though.

"Isn't that black haired guy your boyfriend?" he asks, making you turn your head to him. You gave him a confused look. "Who? Megumi?" he nodded. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. "No, he's just my friend." he whistled at that, nodding to every word you said.

He leaned back against the counter behind him, his elbows supporting his weight. He scanned the crowd, nodding at some people who greeted him. You sipped at your beer again. "Didn't everyone wanted you to be on the cheerleading squad?"

Raising an eyebrow, you asked, "Who told you that?"

He shrugged lightly. "News spread fast."

You never went to the cheerleading squad because simply you weren't confident enough. You were okay with being in the writers' club. Besides, even when you're physically fit to be part of the squad, you just didn't want to join because you get easily tired and you're not really athletic.

Some of your classmates were suggesting you because of your physique and performance but you just don't belong to sports or gymnastics. Most of them were people from your highschool, and you were sure they all remembered the performance you had in that one event at school. That made them all so giddy in wanting you to be part of the cheerleading squad. You politely declined.

He hummed in response. "It'll be great to see you there. I might spend too many times at the field." he coyly said, licking his lower lip.

You gave him a look and scoffed. "Like you don't do that already."

He shifted his weight on the other elbow and leaned towards you. You were standing in front of him. The position you're in now made you awkward and backed away slightly, to which he noticed and made him chuckle. "Babe," he huskily said, his intense gaze on you, never blinking.

"I don't just fuck anyone I see at school like you think or hear." he lowly said.

You didn't let it affect you so you looked away from his stare. It was true, you heard plenty of stories of the oh, so, famous, Gojo Satoru from your classmates. How he breaks heart and acts like nothing happened.

He happened to be heartless in your mind by the amount of stories you heard. There was one time he was the talk of the week, how the vice president student council of the university cheated on her boyfriend with Gojo Satoru. After they hooked up, she broke up with him and went to Gojo, but to her dismay, he didn't want to do anything with her and left her alone. After hearing those things, you viewed Gojo as a disgusting, cheating and arrogant man.

As you looked up at him, a thought crossed your mind that you can't seem to shake it off.

He moved to stand in his full height. "You have to see for yourself before you believe it, Y/N." he puts his hand inside his pockets. He has this small smirk as he walked passed you and looked back, as if expecting you to come with him. "Well?"

You didn't move in your spot, just watching him walk away.

Maybe he's not as you hear he is. What's wrong with finding it out for yourself? It's not nice to assume you know someone just because of what everyone around you say.

Your feet moved on its own, following the white-haired man that got you questioning everything. Doubting even yourself.