Beautiful Disaster || Gojo Satoru

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Life goes on like normal after that. As normal as it seemingly can be being a transfer student and learning your way around campus and to classes.

Your mother tried calling a few times, and you still haven't answered any of them, opting to just reply via text simply stating "I'm alive." There's nothing in the world that would bring you to willingly answer her calls or call her for any reason, life or death.

Not after what she did.

But you don't let yourself dwell on it. The only time you'll really need to deal with her is when you go home for school breaks, and once you graduate and are on your own, you really won't have to ever deal with her hot and cold personality ever again.

And it'll feel so good having that weight lifted off your shoulders.

Aside from that, the week has been a little boring. You've yet to have any classes with your new found friends, not even seeing them after classes, which has been fine.

You've been so busy during the days and ensuring you're getting your homework done that you've been exhausted in the evenings, doing little else but laying on your bed listening to whatever music your roommate put on to do her work.

Nitta Akari has been assigned as your roommate. She hasn't spoken to you much over the last few days but she's sweet and from what you've gathered she's friends with Utahime and the silver haired woman Gojo was talking to on the night of the party.

Mei, you found out her name is and all three of them are part of the school choir group.

So far, you've had two classes with Gojo, both of which he completely ignored your presence in. Not totally surprising considering you don't know each other.

You're a little embarrassed actually, that you took the first opportunity that presented itself to jump into bed with someone you don't know.

But maybe that's a good thing. You do need to move on, your ex having left the worst fucking taste in your mouth - the other reason you chose to jump ship from Kyoto to Tokyo.

And besides, the night with Gojo was fun - more than fun actually. Sloppy, drunk, thrilling and you're not sure you've ever had sex like that before; animalistic, almost passionate in a way. Not in an intimate sense, but truly able to let loose and let yourself enjoy the pleasure.

Plus it was good. Way better than you could have hoped from a drunken one-night stand.

Walking into your next class, World History, you notice Gojo sitting a few rows from the back. It's impossible not to notice him really, with his long legs spread in front of him.

He's in dark jeans and a hoodie, hair tucked into a gray beanie - the darkened ensemble making his porcelain skin appear more pale than you remember it being from the other classes you've had with him earlier in the week.

Gojo doesn't bother to look up from his phone as you take a seat, two rows from the front next to a guy with black hair tied into two space buns and what appears to be a black tattooed line running across his nose.

His eyes flicker from you to the front of the room uncomfortably several times as you study his face - you really don't mean to be rude and stare but you can't help but wonder how many other people around campus have face tattoos.

So far, this guy and Sukuna are the only ones you've come across, but two in one place is far more than you've ever met in your life.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your name being called. "Didn't think I'd get so lucky, having a class with you." Suguru says as he takes a seat in the row behind you, "I see you've met my man, Choso."