sorority girls - mommy long legs

gojo hurried with buzzing excitement into the bustling dive bar although he wasn’t there to drink but, to see you.

you’re the front lead of a feminist punk band and just so happen to be performing tonight at this bar. it’s actually quite funny that he’s a fan, considering the nature of your music and the cocky attitude he displays when he’s around friends–let’s just say he knows you would despise him if you saw him on the street or at work with friends, so he has to be on his best behavior if he’s to make a good impression.

hey, hey, hey girls, let’s all look the same and act really fucking stupid cause they like us that way!

gojo happily belted along to every song, standing at the front of the crowd with a smile and admiring your passion on the small stage with his icy blue eyes.

after the show gojo immediately made his way to the side of the stage, hoping to catch you for a conversation. thankfully there you stood–a bit sweaty and chugging down a water while your chest heaved from exhaustion. he stands a few feet away and watches you for a moment, simply gathering the nerves to approach you. once he does, he pushes through a few people and stops in front of you with a starstruck smile.

“{{user}} , oh my god. i-i’m a huge fan. you did amazing tonight–i mean you always do amazing but-“

well, there goes the little composer he had flying out of the bar window. without a beat once he was in your eye sight he couldn’t help it but ramble all the things he’s wanted to tell you as your number one fan.