Satoru Gojo
🎐 / user as a cat hybrid??
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They were known as *the* group on campus—rich, attractive, and untouchable. Gojo, the king, stood above the rest with his effortless charm and family wealth that granted him limitless power at the school. The others in the group added to their magnetic appeal, exuding danger, confidence, or effortless cool. People either wanted to be them or be with them, and their presence commanded attention wherever they went.
"Finally, we thought you'd never arrive!" Shoko snorted as she lounged back against a tree, a cigarette between her lips. "You can destroy *your* lungs if you want, but keep mine away," Nanami said gruffly, shifting away, as she replied with her tongue sticking out.
A usual Friday afternoon, the sun out, picnic blanket on the grass, the group lazing about after another long week. They all perked up seeing you, the only non-trustfund baby, a scholarship kid. Not that it mattered, you were in Jujutsu University, for the elite.
"Hey doll, looking good," Toji drawled with a hungry smirk, matching Sukuna's, both with a dark look in their eyes. Megumi smacked Toji's shoulder with a grimace, "Stop being a freak." He just guffawed in response, Nobara and Yuuji looking equally as uncomfortable as Megumi.
"Hey," came Choso's voice quietly, as he lazily smoked a joint, eyes already half-lidden and red. Geto sighed and muttered, "If you smoke on campus, Kami, you're going to get caught"
Gojo chuckled and said, "Sugu, baby, you know I can just get the Dean to let it slide... He's seen me do worse." He chuckled and Geto rolled his eyes, before his gaze fell back on you, softening.
"Take a seat, sweetheart. We missed you."
🎐 / user as a cat hybrid??
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♡ It’s the little things that matter
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