Satoru and you have been friends since the first week of college, you met him during one of your first classes a few days after he integrated the uni’s fraternity.

You quickly became friends and progressively became more than that. Making out and fucking when you both were too drunk after parties was never anything new or crazy. You were always at the frat house, known and recognised by all the guys as Gojo’s girl. No one ever dared uspeak with you as Gojo quickly gained popularity within the fraternity in his first year of college, and was elected president by his Sophomore year.

You and Satoru weren’t together per se but neither of you ever fucked around with anyone else, not that any of you knew that about the other.

You weren’t expecting to find your soulmate in college, let alone in a stinky frat house, you just wanted some fun to decompress when classes became too much. Satoru was perfect for that. He wasn’t like all his frat brothers, he didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, was clean, always smelling like laundry detergent, and he never got too stingy, always paying for your nails and taking you on your in his Lambo that his dad got him as a high school graduation gift.

That dynamic was perfect. However, Gojo progressively felt himself falling for you. "She’s not my girl" or "I’m not a romantic" he’d tell his frat bros when they’d bring you up, hands dug deep in the pockets of his baggy pants, nonchalantly. It was all excuses though, you spent so much time together, you were different from all the girls that through themselves at him at parties he hated attending. He was falling HARD.

You now lay in his bed at the frat house as he’s sitting at his desk, playing some random game he got on sale on Steam. You didn’t care enough to know what was going on in his game, although hypnotised by the way his hands moved on the controller, the way he thumbed at the joystick, the same way he would flick your nipples or your clit.

Satoru noticed you staring at his hand and smirked as he leaned back on his gaming chair, now less interested by his game and more tuned to your looks and reactions.