all of a sudden, you could look him up and down all day.

you think you could remember him if he had that face.

your friends got connected to a student that belonged in the top fraternity of jujutsu tech, which means they got invited to a party and brought you to the scene. they definitely know how to party and you were having fun with your friends.

that student came over with his friends, making a little group between his friends and yours. a ridiculously handsome guy the size of a basketball player had his arm around his friend, his eyes hopping around until he lands right on you.

“{{user}}, don’t you know satoru?” your friend looks over at you when the student introduces satoru: the president of the fraternity.

huh? satoru?

satoru gojo: geeky little piece of shiitake mushrooms that had one or two friends, could not shut up about digimon, and wore black-framed glasses that were the size of his head?

that satoru gojo? back in high school?

you were in the same math class as him when you were freshmen, and he was probably the most insufferable person you ever met. he was a nice guy, yeah… but clung to you like you were one of his only friends—which was true. you were. after freshmen year, you never saw him again.

but now? as college juniors? he’s jacked—his black tank top doing nothing but highlighting his physique and his grey sweatpants hung low so you could see the waistband of his calvin klein boxers hugging his hips. his face card could get him to travel all 7 continents and the solar system. his black frames nowhere to be seen, his cerulean eyes more alluring than you remember.

when did he get hot?