𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱ-ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ

Mama

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⭒❃.✮:▹ Traveler ◃:✮.❃⭒

Jujutsu Kaisen | College AU
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Song Inspiration: Mama by Rob49, Skilla Baby, and Tay B; recommend you listen while reading!!

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The afternoon air was cool as you make your way across campus, the sun lazily sinking behind the student center.

You're walking to Geto's shared apartment to finish the last details of your end-of-semester presentation for your public health class.

You weren't nervous—after weeks of working on the project, things were going smoothly. Especially with Geto, who you'd surprisingly clicked with.

He turned out to be surprisingly down-to-earth for a business major.

As you approach the apartment complex, the brunette's warning from earlier in the week echoes in your mind.

"You'll probably meet my roommate at some point," he had said, scratching the back of his neck. "Just... heads up. Gojo's a bit much. He thinks everyone falls in love with him, so don't be surprised if he—"

You waved him off, laughing it off at the time. A guy with a reputation for being cocky wasn't exactly news.

You'd dealt with enough overconfident people before, and you weren't about to let someone like Gojo get under your skin.

The door swings open before you can even knock, revealing Geto standing there dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers.

His dark hair pulled back in its usual neat bun as he gave you a small smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"Hey, come on in," he said, his voice smooth as usual. The apartment smelled faintly clean and expensive—probably whatever brand of cologne they both wore.

It was neat and minimal, with modern furniture and just enough personality to show that two guys lived here but weren't obsessed with keeping it pristine.

As you dropped your backpack onto the table and prepared to dive into your notes, footsteps stomp down the hall.

You glance at Geto who released as if he knew what was coming.

"Yo, Suguru!" A voice loudly rang before the person even appeared. "You got any more—"

The moment he stepped into the room, his sentence stops once his gaze locks on you.

Tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in sweatpants that slung low on his hips and a t-shirt clinging to his lean frame—Gojo Satoru had a presence of someone who was used to being noticed.

His white hair was an unruly mess, and his blue eyes gleamed with immediate interest as he took you in.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" his voice had a teasing tone as he casually leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms.

There it was—the swagger, the cocky smirk, the way he took his sweet time taking you in. You could hear Geto's silent groan beside you.

Gojo didn't stop there.