He's All That (and ten inches)

by Itchy_teeths

Summary:

Scrapped work 💔 maybe one day I'll finish this

Gojo Satoru is a nerd. Study all day, go to bed at 8pm and wake up at 6am to study some more— type of nerd. He’s pretty happy with where he is in life. 2nd year at university, straight A student, not many friends— but hey who’s counting? He’s just your average college student working his ass off to keep his head above the water.

Geto Suguru is a party animal. President of the frat house “alpha gamma”, complete dick sometimes and extremely popular with the ladies. He may not have the best grades but he’d rather be well liked than an academic try hard. His parents are also extremely wealthy

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Geto spots gojo walking to the library and makes a bet that he can get gojo in his bed by the end of the semester. When Gojo becomes Geto’s tutor things take an… interesting turn

Inspred by she’s all that!

Chapter 1: Pilot?

He’s always hated the sun.

suguru always thought the sun got in the way of things. It was either too bright or not bright enough. And worst of all? It woke him up way too early.

So, when the late summer sun crept through the blinds right into Suguru's eyes, he felt his skin physically recoil. But nonetheless he peeled himself off the old, out of shape couch to start “operation clean up”.

“Yuji!” Suguru screeched through the frat house.Yuji just groaned back.

“Get your ass down here and start cleaning!” Suguru always took a harsh tone with Yuji but it was laced with good ole brotherly love. If you listened really closely. Like really, really closely.

“Do i have too?”Silence was the only answer Yuji got and that was enough to get him out of bed and right into cleaning.

Geto cleaned absentmindedly while him and yuji moved in silence. Yuji was always the only one who cleaned, not because he liked to— who are we kidding? No one likes to clean —but because Suguru asked him to. Yuji was loyal like that, he was basically the gangs pet. Yuji reminded him of Johnny cade from the outsiders, guess that makes Suguru dally then. But the resemblance was there, he was loyal, sweet, and pretty forgiving. 

“These college kids sure know how to party” Yuji yawned, his mind still dazed.

“Wish they would pick up after themselves instead of leaving it for us” Geto grumbled, picking up a bag of chips. the contents of which were strewn across the carpet
“Damnit this carpet isn’t even that old”

Geto glanced at the clock that read 8:36 am and immediately dropped his garbage bag, throwing on his shoes and shouting to Yuji
“Shit, i got to go, get the other guys to help you when they wake up!”

“Wha- where are you going?”

Geto was already making meters away from the house, but Yuji still caught a sliver of the sentence “basketball practice”. Yuji groaned dragging himself up the stairs to wake up the others.

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Satoru loved the sun.

He enjoyed basking in its warmth and being woken up to the soft sound of birds and the warm rays of light peeking through his curtains. He was, and had always been a morning person.

Which is why satoru was up long before eight thirty. He was studying for the pop quiz that he caught wind was going to be happening for his psychology class. But even if there wasn’t a pop quiz he would probably still be studying. He didn’t do much else. Which is why it was a surprise when his phone let out a little “ping” sound from the table.

“Huh? It’s probably Shoko”

he flipped his phone over and his suspicions were confirmed. Shoko was inviting him to another party that she knew he was never going to.

Although satoru enjoyed being right— i mean who doesn’t? he felt a strange sense of sadness knowing that he really only had like 4 contacts on his phone. His mum, dad, shoko and Nanami. He felt even more sadness that he could guess who was texting him every time. Nanami didn't really enjoy texting or calling or talking for that matter.

It’s okay, you’re the strongest, people who are the strongest don’t need that many friends.

It still hurt.

It was near 1pm now. So, he packed up his sad books and decided to do something epic, astonishing, something no one would have every expected him to do.

There he was. On a tiny stool, at a tiny table in a tiny coffee shop. So much for “epic”
Am i really that lo-

“Haha dude that was epic!” Satoru didn’t turn around or even acknowledge the hooligans behind him.

Are they mocking me?

Until-

“Hah you should’ve seen his face!”
Satoru recognised that voice. Suguru Geto, captain of the basketball team, president of the infamous “alpha gamma” frat house and extremely popular with the ladies. Satoru didn’t see the appeal but who was he to judge?

So selfish, disrupting fine establishments, thinking they’re better than everyone else.
Like they had heard satoru the group left the quaint coffee shop whooping and cheering obnoxiously.

Satoru promised to himself he would never turn out like them.

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Before Satoru knew it, over 5 hours had passed, and the sun was starting to shine a beautiful golden colour. The kind that would make his eyes glow an ethereal blue if he didn’t wear glasses all the time. People thought his eyes were creepy and honestly?

So did he.

He decided it was time to put an end to his epic quest for 7 new kinds of coffee and get back to his dorm and do the thing people usually do on a Saturday evening. Study.

That might've been all Satoru did these days. It's not that he didn't have friends, he just never could fin me the time to hang out with them. He would rather sit in his bed and read articles about black mambas. Some liked to call Satoru 'dedicated', others call him an 'overachiever' or 'workaholic'. Positive or negative everyone means the same thing— He works way too much. 

Satoru didn't mind it though. He enjoyed learning new things even if people thought it was weird. People often believed that Satoru has some sort of superiority complex but that just wasn't true. Satoru had only one relationship in his life. A cute brunette guy he dated started dating in his junior year of highschool. It was the longest relationship he'd ever had, but then again it was the only relationship he'd ever had so, not a very good example. His name was Taichi Tsunoda and the were together for almost a two years. They started dating in the middle of junior year and then broke up towards the end of senior year. 

Taichi broke up with him because, in his words Satoru was 'too uptight and thought he was better than everyone else', how ridiculous is that? Satoru never even said he was better than anyone else he just happens to meet people that could be considered below him. He was sure there was someone out there that was on the same level as him but it's not his fault everyone is below.

Maybe he does have some problems... But that's beside the point because he needs to study. Those reading won't memories themselves!

He tried; he really did.
But nothing was working. The blue-eyed boy couldn’t focus if his life depended on it. So, he made the decision to take his studying to the library. It seemed to be the only place he could get in the zone, his dorm was filled with too many distractions like his poster and bed— jeez he was tired. It might've been the smell of the books or the light hum of chattering keyboards and people checking in and out their books but the library was his safe haven, a place where focusing came naturally. He packed up his books, a couple of pens and some highlighters and set out for the library. Maybe then he could get working on those complex topology questions.

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While Suguru walked through the frat house he was offered— and he declined —many different liquids, each had a different smell and colour, but all had the familiar aura of disappointment and crushed dreams.
After a parkour of hurdling over bodies, cups, and trash (all of which he would have to be cleaning in the morning), he made it outside where he promptly lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before releasing it into the warm night.

Behind him heard footsteps crunching on the gravel. He turned around and was met with Kenji Ito, a second year who was very noticeably drunk.

“C’mon man, we have early morning training tomorrow” Suguru grimaced as Kenji regurgitated the contents of the last drink he had into the garden.

“Not in the azaleas…” Suguru pulled Kenji up and took another drag of his cigarette.
Just then he saw a glimpse of white hair and was met with the face something akin to an angle.

“Who is that hot chick?” Suguru never really bothered to remember people's names. He was more of a hook up and leave straight after typa guy

“Bro that’s satoru gojo... who is a dude” Kenji slurred hiccuping every few words.

“Your point?” Suguru smiled already having a sense as to where this was going.

“And he’s a total nerd, doesn’t do anything but study" Kenji shrugged "He might be the only person on campus that wouldn’t sleep with you”

Suguru scoffed. he might've been a little offended if he wasn't so interested “He would totally hit it”

“Wanna bet?”

There it was.

Suguru paused before smiling “Ah why not? $10,000 that i can get him to sleep with me by the end of the semester?” He reached into his pocket pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

Kenji laughed before wincing and holding his stomach in pain “10,000 is a bit ambitious.

Suguru looked out into the stars “Gotta pay the bills somehow” he took a long drag holding the smoke in his lungs before releasing it out into the dark night sky. He didn't even like smoking most of the time, it was just a bad habit he had. His mother used to smoke whenever her and his father used to fight. He picked up most of his bad habits up from his parents.

God, I hate my—

“Daddy will pay them for you anyways” Kenji shot back, interrupting his train of thought.

Suguru was growing tired of this conversation, he wanted to party and forget about his depressing parental situation “We got a bet or not?”

“Be ready to write me a check” Kenji laughed reaching for Suguru who was already walking away. He really hated Kenji, annoying little fucker was always latching on to Suguru and asking him about everything like he was the fucking oracle or something. 

Suguru stopped at the doorway and watched Satoru walk into the library chuckling to himself.

“This will be fun”

Chapter 2: The Azaleas

Summary:

Suguru approaches Satoru (well tries) asking him to go to a party and Satoru— who was not in his right mind— decides to go.

Notes:

Hello again!
I wish I got this chapter done earlier but I really only started it like yesterday.
I'm swamped in assessments so it's really hard to write.
I really don't have any type of schedule to release chapters could be daily or weekly idk?
Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Satoru was tired.

He was sitting in very back of the library running on a cup of coffee he had 4 hours ago. 

The library was the only place no one ever really went which is why it was a surprise when Satoru saw suguru geto strutting towards him with that same never-faltering smirk on his face.

Satoru felt his stomach drop and he could already feel a sense of dread in the presence of geto.

"Hey! Satoru Gojo right?" Suguru smiled, the kind that was too wide and never reached the eyes. The fake kind.

is he serious?

"That's just Gojo to you" Satoru shot back his voice dripping with contempt 

If Satoru was being honest, truly honest, he didn't know why he hated Geto so much. Maybe it was his nature or the way he looked at everyone with that defiant spark in his eyes like he was daring them to speak up to him.

Or maybe Nanami was right and Satoru really did need to get that stick out of his ass.

But Satoru didn't care, he had a deep dislike for Suguru Geto.

"Okay Gojo, how've ya been" Suguru said, adding a little too much emphasis on the 'gojo' part as if he was mocking Satoru.

"Um, good? Why?" Satoru tried to hide the suspicion from his voice but it crept out anyways. Satoru isn't a popular guy in fact, he's a little bit of a nerd. Well, a lot of a nerd. This means that he's had quite a bit of experience with bullies who have nothing better to do than bully him.

"Just asking" Suguru shrugged like he couldn't have a care in the world 

That really pissed Satoru off for some reason .

"Well I've gotta go. So save your bullshit for someone who has the time" Satoru borderline yelled. Some students turned their heads to look at the schizo who was yelling in the middle of the library.

As Satoru walked away from a stunned geto he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being so mean. Sometimes he just came off that way. Satoru never actually meant to be as mean as he was, it just kinda... Happens. 

But he covered that up quick replacing it with thoughts about upcoming exams.

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Suguru stood there baffled.

what the hell? Why does he hate me so much? We've never even spoken before.

Usually any girl he approached would immediately eat out of his hand but Satoru Gojo turned his nose up at Suguru like he was so above him. 

The guy looked like he might burst a blood vessel. Seriously, what was his problem? Suguru tried to rack his brain of all the times where he might have accidentally been rude to the boy but nothing clicked.

Maybe he heard some stupid, probably true rumor about Suguru that made him have a personal vendetta against him? 

Or maybe he's just a dick.

 

Looks like he would just have to try harder.

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Satoru walked into the spacious auditorium area preparing himself for an interesting lecture by professor Yaga.

Suddenly he felt the chill of crushed hopes and dreams crawl up his back and the smell of sandalwood with hint of citrus permeated the room. 

"Never pegged you for a philosophy guy" That same irritating voice chirped out from behind him.

Satoru stood there slightly perplexed. 

"What are you doing here? You don't even take this class" Satoru didn't even turn around to acknowledge Suguru .

He heard Suguru chuckle from behind him. 

"Correction, I wasn't taking this class" Suguru said, emphasizing the past tense "But I may have bribed mr professor over here to let me in. Let me tell you they need way better staff in this place" 

Satoru turned around and frowned at the blatant disrespect and disregard to the school policy. He was quite a rule follower and hated when people used their monetary value for their own personal gain.

"Actually that's professor Yaga" Satoru said completely serious. 

"Ah, ying yang" Suguru rolled his eyes 

"What? That's not even- nevermind" Satoru had no idea what that was supposed imply but whatever "what do you want?"

"Oh you know, to learn about philosophy.... and for you to come to the party this weekend" Suguru sped up the last part as if he was afraid Satoru would combust on the spot before he could finish his sentence.

"I'd rather die" Satoru said deadpan.

"I'll see ya there!" Suguru smiled as he walked out the door throwing a hand up and waving from behind his back

oh hell no y- 

Before he could finish his thought he spotted Shoko standing at the doorway who most likely witnessed the end of he and Suguru's conversation.

She walked over to Satoru, her mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

"Did I just see you talking to Suguru Geto?!" Shoko raised an eyebrow smirking at the thought of of Satoru finally getting new friends. 

"Well ye-" before Satoru could even get a word in Shoko was already interrupting, one of her specialties.

"Well what did he want?" Shoko tool a drag of her cigarette releasing it Into the auditorium.

Shoko, c'mon we're inside.

"He wanted me to go to a party or something" Satoru shrugged as he unpacked his stuff his voice barely above a mumble 

"Well you're going right?"

Shoko always seemed a little too indifferent about everything. That was how it was for as long as Satoru knew her.

"Nah not my thing, you can go though" Satoru knew that Shoko loved parties and especially alcohol, she was a borderline alcoholic.

"No can do, I have a date with Utahime" she pulled the cigarette out her lips smashing it and throwing it in the trash can.

"Do you really have to do that inside?" Satoru knew that Shoko also loved to smoke, she had a habit of doing it inside— right in Satoru's face.

"Do you ever have fun? Maybe try pulling that stick out of your ass" 

great that makes two who think th-

"Oh wait nevermind you like it that way" Shoko smiled giggling a little bit 

"Okay that's enough of that, anyways lectures starting" Satoru was done with Shoko's dumb jokes about his sexuality.

"Think about this way, if you go you can make more friends. I know you only have like four contacts in your phone" Shoko was like a god damn mind-reader sometimes, it was creepy.

"How did you even guess that?" 

"Wait… you actually only have four contacts in your phone?" 

"What no! I didn't say that!" 

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Satoru had zero interest in going to that party which is why it was surprising when he found himself at the door of the Alpha Gamma frat house.

It was the kind of party where everything reeked of stolen liquor and other people's bodily fluids.

The lights were purple and blue and the music was too loud. It was the kind of party you'd see in a movie.

Satoru was severely out of place. 

He had dressed up In something a little different than usual. Baggy jeans and a black T-shirt with some random rock bands album cover that he couldn't tell you the name of if his life depended on it. 

He moved around the house floating from the upstairs— where he heard some people having a bit too much fun— to the kitchen and then finally Satoru made his way to the garden.

It had pretty azaleas and a wooden bench, old and beautiful that Satoru decided to rest on for a minute.

A minute turned into an hour.

this was a terrible idea, damn you Shoko. I wonder who takes care of these plants? I'd bet 100 bucks it's not that Geto dude.

Just like hell had heard Satoru's thoughts he saw a figure emerge from the shadows, none other than Suguru Geto.

ah jeez.

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if someone gets drunk they usually turn into one of four people, if not going through all four throughout the night.

Person number one is the sad drunk. They start gushing and blabbering random shit all the while sobbing like they found out they had a day to live. That was Suguru's least favorite kind. 

The second person is the angry drunk. Either a middle aged father or a twenty year old who's brain isn't fully developed. They get shit faced drunk and eventually all they're pent up anger gets out. This usually results in a fight or in less than optimal cases— prison. 

Person number three is the happy drunk. The loud person in the center of the room who's dancing on a pool table. They like to reminisce about old memories and do a thousand group hugs by the time the night ends. The high usually wears off by the end of the night and they're somehow always the ones In the corner crying.

The last person is usually the one who ends up in jail the most. The stupid drunk. When they get pissed they lose all of their brain cells and suddenly think that they can master anything that could be dangerous. Good examples are backflips or parkour that's probably on top of a roof. Sometimes they like to steal or do things that aren't very legal. 

Those are the four types of drunks— angry, sad, happy and stupid.

Suguru was the last kind of drunk. Utterly and undeniably fucking stupid.

Which is why he made the smart decision to approach Gojo I the middle of the garden.

i reallyyy love these azaleas. Oh look it's Gojo!

Suguru stumbled towards Satoru much akin to a baby deer.

"Heyyy Gojooo" Suguru dragged out his words making it increasingly more obvious how pissed he was.

"Oh goody it's you" Satoru said, deadpanned making his disinterest towards having a conversation with Suguru also more evident. 

"Why don't youu like meee?" Suguru was slurring now with slight hiccups— he almost reminded himself of Kento ito, the boy who threw up in the azaleas.

poor azaleas 

"because your attitude is appalling" Satoru grimaced Slightly as he got a whiff of the whisky that was practically infused in Suguru's clothes.

"My attituddde, what abouut your attitude? Mr I'm so much super wait no, su- supervisor? No what's that word?" Suguru had no idea what he was rambling on about but he was way too drunk. 

"Superior?"

"Yes! That's it! Mr 'im so much more superior than everyone else just because I'm smart' don't think that I don't see through your little goody two shoes facade" Suguru was yelling now.

Satoru showed nothing but indifference.

"See that right there! How can you sit there and let me insult you like that? I don't get it" Suguru felt like he was going insane, whiskey always had that affect on him. 

"Look Geto" Satoru's voice was different, softer now "you should go inside and rest" 

What. The. Hell.

"Nooo, I don't wanna go Inside" Suguru was so shocked that I kinda made him a little sober— that didn't last long though "the hoes neeeed meee"

Satoru rolled his eyes "look, I have to go, so do us all a favor and go inside. Please don't knock anyone out on your way there" Satory's voice softened almost unnoticeably.

"Ughhhh fineee" Suguru stomped his feet on the ground like a toddler. 

Satoru just smiled softly and Suguru watched him walk away, his white hair swaying in the wind 

why was he so nice to me?

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The sun was peaking through the blinds once again.

Right into his god damn eyes.

"Ah jeez" suguru groaned tossing and turning in his bed

Everything hurt. 

His eyes were dry, his head was throbbing, somehow his kneecaps ached but worst of all? The memories that were haunting him.

oh. My. God. I can't believe I just came up to him like a little kid, that's so embarrassing 

Suguru had his fair share of embarrassing moments but for some reason this one was particularly bad and he didn't even know why.

Just when he thought his headache got better he remembered that he would have to clean up the mess of those uncultured swines that can't pick up after themselves. 

Suguru groaned before—to his heads dismay— screaming across the house to the one person who actually helped.

"YUJI!!" 

here we go again 

Notes:

So the end came out much worse than I thought it would...
I lost motivation and had to find a way to finish it.
Sorry for ruining the enemies part of this by making gojo go soft but trust me! It will be regained later on.
Also next chapter we get to see Gojo's backstory which is in no way canon (except for the family issues part) but it does explain why he is the way he is!

Chapter 3: Old habits

Summary:

Shoko signs Gojo up for tutoring and Suguru uses this to his advantage. + Gojo backstory

Notes:

Finally got this chapter out!
Gojo backstory yay!
Anyways enjoy this chapter

October 2008

The wind was picking up now.

It was autumn, and it was cold. Satoru's jacket wasn't really doing much for him and the wind was blowing his hair everywhere.

In his hand he clutched a test paper— one with a giant C on it. He knew his dad wouldn't be happy but who was he kidding? His dad was almost never happy, always having a stern and cold look on his face.

He tried this time, he really tried. But nothing he did could seem to get him that A. 

It was all the same to his father though. 

"Effort doesn't matter in this world Satoru. No one cares how hard you try. You must solely focus on coming out on top." his father's words rang in his head a thousand times always reminding him on what was important. 

Coming out on top. It doesn't matter what's sacrificed or who's hurt, you must be better than everyone around you.

When he walked into his small home silence greeted him at the door. It smelled like beer and terror. It always did. 

When he reached the kitchen his dad was sitting there. Beer bottle in one hand and his other hand was extended. Satoru knew what that meant.

Hesitantly, the frail boy lifted the paper and placed it in his dad's hands. His father flipped the page over and immediately scowled at the result. 

"A C?! That's it?" His father was raising his voice which could only mean bad things were coming. 

Satoru nodded, his face directly faced to the ground until his father grabbed Satoru's chin and lifted it roughly.

"looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson" Satoru's father had a sick smile on his face—like he enjoyed making Satoru suffer. Satoru closed his eyes shut, awaiting a hit that never came.

When he did open his eyes he saw his mother standing terrified in front of his father. she was small. The kind of small that makes you question whether or not a person is eating. Her face was hollow and her cheekbones were prominent. She looked a lot like a skeleton in young Satoru's eyes.

Then suddenly a hand came down to her face. A hand that belonged to his father. A sharp sound echoed through the room. The silence was deafening. 

Another lash on his mother's small frame. 

And another.

His mother cried out but never moved an inch taking each blow.

Satoru instinctively moved towards her to try and help but he was pushed away by his father. 

"this is what happens when you don't meet the standards of the Gojo household" His father pointed to Satoru's mother who was wiping the tears from her eyes. Eyes that were telling Satoru, don't do anything, it will just make it worse

"Understand, Satoru? I'm only doing this for your benefit. Don't be so ungrateful and thank me next time" His father's words were spat at him rather than spoken.

Satoru nodded emotionless at the man who was no longer his father. 

His family was far from perfect. It was filled with alcohol and helplessness. His room was bare, never holding any toys or games— just the stolen dreams of a once vibrant child. But if Satoru was honest, he didn't think he was ever a child. Just a baby, than a teenager and even in his teen years he was extremely mature, always formal, collected and never smiling. That was an interesting thing about Satoru— even in his very short child years he never smiled, not once. His family photos were stern and professional, looking a little more like business collaborations than family pictures. But as his father always told him, all relationships should be transactional, if you're not doing something for personal gain then what's the point?

His father never talked a lot. He would drink and watch TV until all his anger took ahold of him. And then he'd hit. 

His mother never did much. She took the punches but she never fought. Satoru wanted to hate her, he really did. He wanted to hate her for never getting out, for never leaving, saving them. But he realized at a young age that it wasn't her fault... She was stuck with all the monsters including the ones inside of her.

Satoru realized a lot when he was young.

Satoru was 6 when he realized that if he was perfect he wouldn't get hit, or even better, his mother. It was hard to get all A's all the time, to excell at everything but if it was at the cost of his mother's happiness then he would sacrifice anything. 

Satoru was 9 when he learnt how to cook full meals for himself. His mother was always somewhere... Else. And his father was never around so, it was kind of a given that he make his own food. 

Satoru was 11 when he learnt the best ways to get a incapacitated body from random places to the bedroom. His father always passed out on the couch, in the kitchen, or sometimes in the yard and it was Satoru's job to make sure his father made it to where he needed to be. 

Satoru was finally 18 when he came to the conclusion that he didn't need his parents.

The day of his highschool graduation.

Satoru came out as valedictorian and top of his class—he also came out as gay— and not one person showed. There, he realized that he had wasted his life trying to be the best, the strongest, for people who never cared. He was never gonna do anything like that again. 

But as to why he's still an absolute overachiever? 

Well, some habits just stick.

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It was late August now.

 

The air was getting colder and the wind was blowing harder.

 

The sun was a blanket of warmth over Satoru and Shoko. They were sitting on the top of a little green hill. Satoru was reading a book and Shoko was scrolling on her phone, indifferent as always. 

 

"Shoko, I'm so poor, my boss doesn't pay me nearly enough and I can't pay my god damn tuition with the amount of money I'm making" Satoru had probably brought up this subject 20 times and Shoko always said the same thing.

 

"What do you want me to do about it?" 

 

Satoru threw his head back with a groan "I don't know? Maybe give me some advice like a good friend would" Satoru really didn't know what Shoko was going to recommend, probably strip dancing or something crazy but he definitely didn't expect what she actually said. 

 

"You're smart, right?" Shoko was... Dead serious?

 

"Shoko. After all the years you've known me, you really have to ask if I'm smart?" Satoru was slightly hurt that him being dumb was even a possibility.

 

"Ugh shut up, drama queen" After a few minutes of typing and scrolling Shoko looked up at Satoru "there, done!" She dropped her phone into her lap and rubbed her hands like she had solved world hunger.

 

"What? Please don't tell me you signed me up to be a gigolo"

 

"Pft, what? no I signed you up to be tutor, lmao" yes, Shoko was the kind of person to use abbreviations in real life or "irl" as Shoko said. 

 

"You... What? I can't teach, I'm not qualified!" Satoru was actually worried that he wasn't qualified to teach some 18 year old how to do 7th grade maths. 

 

"O.M.G stop being such little bitch. You're probs just gonna end up teaching some dropout how to do basic addition, relax" Shoko turned the phone around "plus it's easy money. Just try it Satoru, please"

 

"Ugh fine" 

 

"Attaboy"

 

"Don't ever say that again"

 

As Shoko and Satoru fought, he saw sleek black hair around a corner and out of view.

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This was perfect.

Suguru had caught the end of Gojo and Shoko's conversation and he was quite pleased with the information he acquired.

Gojo is gonna be a tutor? This is great

Suguru was fairly certain he could use this to his advantage. If Satoru was his tutor, he would have to talk to him right? 

As Suguru marched down the halls many students turned their heads at him. Suguru wasn't sure why. Definitely not the malicious smile on his face and how he was rubbing his hands together like someone from America's most wanted. 

He finally made it to the main office where an middle aged lady with brown hair greeted him. 

After an extremely long while, Suguru had finally convinced the lady to let him have Satoru specifically as his tutor. It took a lot of convincing and maybe some bribing.

phase two completed

if Suguru was being completely honest he had no idea what phase two was or even phase one for that matter. But he liked sounding cool. 

Suguru just stepped out from the office doors when he saw a fluffy white head of hair. The AC seemed to get colder or maybe it was just Satoru's chilling stare.

"Heyyy Gojo, what are you doing here" Satoru stared at him like Suguru was a random little kid calling him Mum. Suguru played with the strings of his hoodie and coughed a bit to urge an answer. 

"I'm going to check who I'm gonna be tutoring, obviously" Satoru's face twisted a bit as if he was totally annoyed that Suguru couldn't read his mind.

"How is that- nevermind. Anyways you don't need to ask because I already know who you have" suguru tapped his hands on his thighs for a drumroll "me!" 

Satoru's face dropped.

"W-what? Oh no, this just can't be" the chatter of students buzzed around them and Suguru was pretty sure he could see Satoru throw up in his mouth slightly. 

jeez this guy really hates me... Oh well, it'll all the more fun when I win that bet!

"Yeah! So um, you're gonna be my tutor!" Suguru cheered with sweetness that was fake enough to cause cavities.

Suddenly Satoru stormed towards him grabbing him by his hood and dragging him into the office again "oh hell no I'm not" Satoru let go of Suguru and stormed to the front desk "excuse me, I think there's been a mistake"

"What exactly so you mean darling!" it was obvious this woman was trained to do this because no one could act like sunshine and rainbows when a guy like Satoru was yelling in their face.

"I mean, I am Satoru Gojo and i think that you got your tutor-student list wrong, this guy says I'm gonna be his tutor but I think he's mistaken" he pointed an accusatory finger at Suguru.

"Let me check the system, Mr. Gojo! I assure you we can work this out" after a solid minute of typing and Satoru impatiently tapping his foot, the lady finally cleared he throat nervously "uhm, it does say that you are assigned to tutor Suguru Geto..." 

Satoru groaned, throwing his head back and pinching his nose bridge "but I can't tutor this guy! You have to change it, please!" The lady just looked at him sympathetically "I'm sorry sir but there's nothing we can do, once the list is submitted we can't change it" 

"Looks like you're stuck with me!" Suguru shrugged with a malicious grin on his face.

Through gritted teeth Satoru smiled"I guess so" and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut. 

yeesh, that is one hateful guy

Notes:

Sorry if this is bad, I'm writing this in the middle of the night and I'm super tired.
Also sorry for not getting this out earlier 😔
Im so unmotivated but I'm trying 🙏

Chapter 4: Black mambas

Notes:

I really wanted there to be more to this chapter but I didn't know how to do that
Don't mind the fact that I took like a two month break, girls gotta live
Anyways here's the chapter!

shitty, shitty day

satoru was walking back to his dorm, hands in his pockets. the sun was setting, turning the sky into a deep mauve that faded into various hues of blue. The wind lifted his white hair flinging it in different directions. Students loved to walk around at this time which meant he was passing someone every other step. 

Satoru felt oddly embarrassed. after his little meltdown in the office he started to rethink his situation a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to tutor Suguru Geto. All he would have to do is get him to answer some questions about basic maths and then he was boom, he was gonna be getting paid. 

Satoru opened the door to his dorm room. It was average in size and somehow he had managed to snag a single. A single bed rested in the corner of the room, a night stand next to it. He also had a desk with books stacked on it, some opened and some closed. Contrary to some peoples beliefs, being a nerd does not necessarily make you neat and tidy. On the other hand Satoru was actually quite messy. Clothes on the floor, books practically spilling off of his small shelf. But one thing Satoru isn't, is dirty. 

Satoru plopped down onto his bed, kicking his sneakers off onto the floor. Usually he would study or do some reading but today he was exhausted. He decided to scroll a bit before going to sleep. Satoru saw a video about a baby giraffe that made him giggle, and another about a hippo. His algorithm was mostly filled with videos about animals but one of them was more evident than others. 

The black mamba.

If Satoru said he loved black mambas then it would be an understatement. They were his favorite animal of all time. Another thing about Satoru's dorm— it had quite a bit of black mamba paraphernalia. From posters, to books and magazines, even plushies. Now Satoru wasn't ashamed about his infatuation with the serpent, but it was a bit hard to explain to guests why one of the world's most dangerous snake was plastered over every inch of his room. 

Eventually Satoru grew bored and decided to call it a night and flipped off his lamp. He tucked himself into the duvet and in a matter of seconds he was sleeping like a baby. 

 

Satoru always had strange dreams. This particular one was very odd.

It started with Satoru doing his laundry. He was leaning against one of those cheap washing machines. The faint sound of humming could be heard in the background. It smelt like a mix of bleach and sleep depravity (don't ask how because Satoru doesn't know). 

Suddenly the door opens and a familiar face enters. But not the kind of nice, friendly familiar face. No, this was different. This familiar was rich, annoying, had long black hair, and strangely enough was wearing a sailors uniform? 

Satoru wasn't sure how, but he knew it was time for tutoring. They both say down at some benches against the wall and an awkward silence ensued. 

After a solid minute Satoru finally broke the silence.

"Write a paragraph about the difference between Eastern green mambas and western green mambas" real-life-Satoru wasn't sure why he chose to say this, but dream-Satoru decided it was correct. 

In the blink of an eye they were teleported to the sub-saharan areas of Africa. There were a few shrubs to his left and a couple of wispy trees to his right. A comically large tumbleweed rolled by in the distance. He followed the tumbleweed with his eyes and suddenly the it started morphing into something else. 

In an instant Suguru Geto emerged out from the tumbleweed with his hands wrapped around his knees. His body was all curled up and he rolled a bit before finally reaching Satoru. 

Suguru unfolded himself and pulled a piece of paper and pen out of thin air. He immediately started writing— quite furiously at that. 

Satoru looked behind him and almost had a stroke. 

Laying there was a impossibly large black mamba. Almost ten meters in length, with a large hood. Satoru knew that this meant the snake felt threatened and was getting ready to strike. He carefully turned to Suguru, nudging him a bit. 

"Uhm, are you... Almost finished?" Satoru's voice was just above a whisper, shaking slightly. 

"Yep, one second... And done!" Suguru ended his paragraph with a flourish which made the serpent hiss a little. Satoru cleared his throat "so... Do you uhm... See that snake behind us?" He sounded stupid— of course Geto could see the giant ass snake in front of them. 

"Oh yeah! That Valentino, he's the judge" Suguru said it with a tone that said 'well of course I see him silly!'. 

"Why are you so cheery? And better question— what the hell do you mean 'judge'? And even better question— why are you on a first name basis with the snake?" Satoru was honestly puzzled by this situation. 

"I mean Val is gonna mark my paragraph, well you're gonna mark it but he's gonna oversee everything" Suguru shrugged his shoulders like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Oh and he gets a bit feisty when he doesn't like things". 

"Well let's hope your paragraph is good, for both our sakes" 

It wasn't. 

Satoru has read a lot of shit stuff in his life. Children's tales, bad reddit AITAH stories, a narrative written by a guy who didn't know the difference between 'than' and 'then'— you get the gist of it. All this to say that Satoru knows what shit is. But this? This was a different kind of shit. This was possibly the worst piece of literature (if one could call it that), that anyone could ever have the displeasure of sharing the same air with.

Not a single sentence was grammatically correct. Every other word was abbreviated, spelt with numbers and special characters or just completely wrong. He's pretty sure he saw the word 'mamba' spelled as 'mamacita'. How? He had no idea. But it wasn't just spelling, the punctuation or lack thereof was shit, the word were all mixed up, and the facts were just blatantly incorrect. 

As Satoru read this jumble of words and symbols that one may call a paragraph, Suguru just sat there with the expression of one who just had a lobotomy, just rubbing circles on the dusty floor.

Every time Satoru's eyes skimmed a spelling error, or punctuation mistake the black mamba behind them would creep closer and closer. He was pretty sure the snake could smell the fear radiating off of Satoru and boy was there a lot of it. 

Satoru leans over to Suguru mid paragraph, whispering under his breath "what kind of drugs possessed you to write this shit?!" His voice was hoarse and panicked.

"You think that things gonna eat us?" Suguru had a tone much a like to a toddler. 

"What the fuck do you think?!" Satoru was growing impatient, could they just get eaten already? 

Satoru read the rest of the paragraph and it honestly never got better. Using a big red marker (materialized from thin air?), he wrote a big 'F' for 'fucking bullshit'. He then turned slowly to face the serpent that he was now pretty much face to face with. It's beady eyes stared into Satoru's soul as if they were saying 'this shitty paragraph is your fault'— like hell it was. 

"Look man, I didn't write the paragraph i—" before he could finish, the snake opened it's inky black mouth before biting into Satoru's wrist and swallowing both him and Suguru whole. Now real-life-Satoru knew that everything about this was extremely wrong. Number one, black mambas didn't eat humans? Number two, black mambas usually strike multiple times in quick succession. But again, dream-Satoru didn't really care that much about reality.

After a sharp pain in his arm Satoru shot straight up, eyes wide. As he looked around he realized that he was no longer in Africa but rather in his dorm room. He also realized that he had just gotten eaten by a black mamba because Suguru Geto couldn't fucking write a sentence. Piece of shit. 

what an odd dream, why did I eve- oh...

That's right, today he was scheduled to tutor Geto for real. 

Just his luck. 

Satoru opened the curtains just a crack and light flooded his room in rays of yellow warmth. He stretched his body with a groan and began to get ready for the worst couple of hours for his life. 

Notes:

So that sucked
I'm trying to experiment with less dialogue 🙏
Let's hope I can get the next chapter out within a week, idk tho because I'm already starting multiple assignments 😕

Chapter 5: Dally Winston

Notes:

I didn't take a month break this time! Who's proud of me? For the people who have already read the last 4 chapters I'm letting you know that I added more to them so do what you will with that Information.

I think this is the longest chapter yet because I can't write long things. I checked over this heaps before I kinda deleted so I had to go back to my draft 😔

sorry if it's not very good but I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Mondays were undeniably the worst days of the week. Not only are you dealing with a raging hangover from two whole nights ago but you’re also barely even a fraction through the week. Nothing exciting happens on Mondays, you go to class, then go home (which is a lot like any other weekday, but Suguru wants to find something to hate on).

So, yeah, Mondays are always gonna piss you off but Instead of you, it’s Suguru. And finally, Suguru had found something— or rather someone — to fill the time. A white haired, nerdy, and particularly annoying something.

Today was Suguru and Satoru’s first tutoring session and he was excited and surprisingly nervous, he chalked it up to wanting the odds of the bet to lean in his favor. He was on his way to the library where all tutoring sessions where traditionally held, unless both tutor and student decided on another place— which they had not.

As he walked through the halls lined to the top with books he couldn’t help but notice the fragrant aroma of fresh paper and snobbery. There were hundreds of desks, all of which some nerd was sitting at typing away at a computer.

Ridiculous, you could all be doing so many better things than studying.

Across the plethora of students, one head in particular stood out. A pedantic, snowy head that was pointed into a book. Bingo. Suguru slowly crept to the desk in the very corner of the library where Satoru sat.

As he approached, he caught sight of what Satoru was writing— “lesson plan for today’s tutoring session”.

Oh my god. Is he actually doing this? He wanted to cry.

Nonetheless he comically tiptoed towards Satoru before finally stopping behind him. He paused for a moment then... “BOO!” He shook Satoru’s shoulders and he’s pretty sure he saw the boy pass out for a millisecond before screaming some sort of curse that made all the heads around them turn looking to see who was getting murdered. Suguru was giggling but then he saw Satoru’s face. To put it nicely, he looked pissed.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” Satoru said in half whisper half yell, he looked someone had just cussed his whole family out— not a particularly good look. “Sorry I thought you were my friend” Suguru shrugged with a sly smile on his face. Suguru would be what some say is a pathological liar. Not just in this instance, in many different situations Suguru found himself lying about simple things that really wouldn’t affect him. One time, he told one of the frat boys that his favourite color was blue— it’s actually green —and now the whole house knows him as “blue lover”. It’s stupid, he knows that, but he can’t help it, sometimes the lies just slip out in such detail that they snowball into huge parts of his personality.

He dated this girl once way back in sophomore year. The corny type of relationship where they would make out in the hallway on poor freshmen’s lockers making them late to their classes. They were doing pretty good and It was one of the longer relationships that Suguru had. Suguru doesn’t do long term but he didn’t really feel like ending it so, they ended up dating for a little over a year before inevitably breaking up. She blamed it on the fact that Suguru was a liar. He never cheated on her, that he can say is not a lie. Suguru never saw the point of cheating, if he didn’t like the person anymore or he wanted someone else then he would break up with them, simple as that. But she meant more than just lying about who he was with. She told him ‘i don’t think I even know who you are’ and that was that, they were done and Suguru was left with an odd feeling in his chest. Not sadness,— god he could’ve cared less that the girl had broken up with him, it was bound to happen anyway —But rather a feeling of uncomfortable realization.

He doesn’t think anyone actually knows who he is, his personality is just fragments of a made up persona that was stitched together with lies and held down by the weight of trying to be the perfect guy everyone sees. But Suguru doesn’t like to focus on the sad, dreary parts of his life, he’d rather party and drink instead.

“Oh bullshit” The sound of Satoru’s voice snapped him back into reality. Another thing that Suguru was— a daydreamer. “What, I really did think you were a friend!” Suguru lathered on a fake innocence to his voice, making him sound like a child. He often prided himself on his acting skills.

“Number one, there’s not a single guy you hang out with that has hair like mine—”

Suguru promptly interrupted with his rebuttal. “How would you know that? You stalking me or something?” Suguru wanted to waste as much time as possible before he had to actually learn something.

“I think it’s the other way round, you’ve been stalking me. Anyways, I don’t even think another guy in this school has hair like mine so, point proven. Number two is that you and your friends don’t even read, let alone hang out in the library. And even if you did why would you go prance around looking for your friends when you were already ten minutes late! And last but not least, you’re not a very good liar, you put too much into it. Just act natural—” While Satoru’s voice droned on, Suguru reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and popped it in his mouth without Satoru noticing. “—you might not wanna quit your day—“

“Yeah, yeah you caught me. Let’s get on with it” Suguru said, cigarette in-between his lips. He was about to take a drag before it was snatched up, leaving his lips slightly parted. “Don’t even think about smoking inside, this is a respectable building and no one wants to smell your cigg smoke” Satoru walked to the water fountain right next to them, putting the cigarette out before throwing it in the trash. Not how I would’ve done it but whatever.

“okay teach, where are we starting?”

“Just be quiet and open the textbook to page 143” Satoru plopped a thick manuscript down on the table with the title ‘college math for beginners’

Great my, favourite subject...

👾👾👾👾

They were almost an hour deep into their tutoring session which was more Suguru trolling Satoru who looked like smoke was going to start coming out of his ears.

“Can we switch subjects or something? If I look at another number then I might drop dead"

“If you focus on your work, we can get this over with” Satoru said matter-of-factly.

“Pleaseeee c’mon cap, I might just die if I have to do one more equation” Suguru figured that nicknames might break through the white haired boys sharp exterior. The name was derived from Satoru being the captain of the debate team. Not very original he knows, but it’s hard to make a nickname for someone you don’t know all that well.

“Cap? Where’s that from?” Satoru asked slightly annoyed, but what else was new?

“Captain of the debate team! Nerdy name for a nerdy hobby” he shrugged “you know... You could totally join the bball team!” Suguru was always updated on new slang words and acronyms. A lot of his friends said he was online too often but Suguru believed that if you downloaded an app for entertainment purposes than why not use it for it’s intended purposes? Plus, Suguru would rather spend his whole life on his phone than get left behind. The idea of getting left behind made Suguru sick. He imagined all of his friends and family moving on and having wonderful experiences without him. He always got the worst Fomo ever since he was a kid. He was always fighting for his spot to fit it but again, Suguru doesn’t like focusing on the depressing parts of his life.

Satoru sighed “now why would I do that?” He had zoned out way too many times today, maybe he needed a nap?

“Well you’re tall, fast and I’ve seen you shoot this one time like at the start of the year and you were pretty good” Suguru hoped that didn’t come off creepy

“So you’ve been stalking me for months? Noted.” Suguru wasn’t a very lucky person anyways, nothing he hoped for came true

“Also I would rather die than play on a basketball team with you, these sessions are more than enough for me” Satoru was flipping through another book already.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I think you’ll like it cap—” Suguru was cut off.

“Don’t call me that.” Satoru sounded firm but not yet angry. Suguru wondered how much he could push it.

“Why not.. cap” Suguru was borderline snickering. He liked to push the limits until the brink. He had a pretty good gauge on how far he could go before Satoru broke.

It was faster than he thought.

“I said, don’t fucking call me that. How many times do I need to say it? Or are you deaf as well as fucking stupid?” His words came out fast and slick like venom, each word flowing out with such precision, like they were meant to hurt. His voice was filled with some sort of superiority, as if his grades made him better than everyone. Suguru was getting a little fed up.

“jeez it was a joke. When are you gonna take that stick out of your ass. Calm down a bit and maybe you could have some fun” Suguru was half joking and half actually mad. That was kinda his default tone when someone pissed him off. He rarely ever got mad actually. Not even when his dad would scream at him for hours over something as simple as spilled juice. That didn’t mean he enjoyed having people screaming and insulting him, it just meant it took a lot for him to get truly angry.

“Fun? You want fun? Okay then. You ever read ‘the outsiders?’” Satoru asked with a hint of sarcasm. “Uh, yeah? I’ve read it a couple times” Suguru took note of the flash of surprise that crosses Satoru’s face before quickly being replaced with something unreadable.

“Then, I want a essay on dally Winston’s character and gow it not only solidified the readers expectations of him but also challenged their expectations at the same time. I want quotes and examples taken out from the book too, and before you say ‘i don’t remember the book word for word’ or something smart like that, remember, we are in a library” Satoru was completely serious. Not a single hint of joking in his voice and his face had its usual cool, calm and collected expression painted over it.

That was one thing he had noticed about the blue eyed boy. He only had 2 expressions. Number one was his go-too face, unreadable and almost emotionless. It kinda annoyed Suguru, not being able to read Satoru’s emotions. It seemed that Satoru always used this expression for everything. Talking, reacting— well technically not reacting — and anything else he did, except for one thing. This is where face number two came in. Irritation. A mix of displeasure and annoyance that flashes across Satoru’s face whenever Suguru does something to piss him off.

“So...?” Satoru broke him out his little daydreaming episode once again. “Ah, my bad but uhm I don’t know if I can do that you know being busy and a—“

“I didn’t say it was optional, I want it done by next lesson” Satoru's tone wasn't mean but it indicated that there really wasn't any leeway with the way this was going to go. It was Satoru's way or no way. 

Suguru tried to object but his teacher was already packing up his stuff and out the door.

Well loons like we’ve upgraded from ‘session’ to ‘lesson’ how exciting.

God, it felt like he was in highschool again.

Notes:

A couple of things
1. Im Australian so there's probably gonna be a bit of slang thrown in there hence the use of cigg because idk if normal people say that? But I'm using all Japanese names because I hate when authors throw in random American names while the Japanese MC is just kinda there.
2. i like to incorporate my own personal Interests into my writing which is why you'll see a lot of stuff about any type of mamba as they're my favorite animal. I'll also reference certain artists, movies and TV shows such as the outsiders which I'm doing TWO exams on.
3.the next chapter probably won't be out anytime soon because I'm too busy. And by busy I mean I have no motivation. I was originally gonna scrap this fic and do a new one but when I'm done this one i'll start with the other one. Also I decided that I was gonna write Suguru's essay 🙏. Maybe.... Hopefully