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“Is this seriously all the beer you bought Shoko.”
“Oh shut up Utahime’s not even 10 minutes away with more,” Shoko replied “Plus she’s bringing along some of the her new friends, they’re playing here tonight. Didnt Nanami tell you?”
“Does anyone ever listen to Nanami Shoko?That can put anyone in a coma just by the way he breathes,” Satoru says back. Dispite this one of many careless comments Gojo says about his friends he actually cares about all of them. From when Shoko is trying to keep Gojo from spending to much money on desserts instead of healthy food, somehow including beer. To Nanami trying to keep Satrous hand away from everyone that reciprocates their feelings towards him. These are the people that managed to turn his life from survival to something to look forward to when he wake up. Although he is still suprised how he was able to make them join him in all of his parties.
“Or maybe you should try opening your ears one time,” Shoko states as she’s pulling up Instagram in an attempt to find a photo of the band. “Utahime met them in one of the exebitions she worked at. They’re surprisingly not that trashing, actually one of the members Choso was is some of my premed classes…nice guy.”
“Bands and not trashy don’t belong in the same sentence, are you sure she’s not bringing along a church choir,” Satoru complained.
Shoko doesn’t say anything but she slide her phone over the kitchen counter a photo of the band. “From Choso’s Instagram, Yuki’s on his left then Naoya and Suguru.”
Yuki was the typical star. Tall with striking blonde hair, a proud smile beaming on her face with a microphone in her hand.
Then their was choso, he saw him around shoko several times but never payed much attention. Yet he still looked unrecognizable in this photo. With spicky space buns and dark eye makeup he looked completely different to the chill, loyal student that was in some of Shoko’s STEM classes. But he had one main feature that made Satoru not completely septic that this was a different man, a rectangular scar across his nose.
“Seriously, that asshole’s in that band?” During their first year, Naoya and Satoru got in a fight at a random party in their collage. He was the typical cocky asshole that just had to treat everyone poorly to benefit himself. Although Satoru loved to be loved one it sacrificed his friends he was quick to reverse it.
“I know, I was suprised too,” Shoko barged in. “But apparently the collage experiance changed him, didn’t ask any other questions,” she added while drawing on the under eyeliner that it’s rare to see her without.
“Whatever enough again who’s he-.”
Satoru was stunned, eagerly zooming into him. He wouldn’t say he had a type, but he never managed to fall in love with someone. No matter man or women he never managed to meet someone that fit him, but maybe things have changed.
Where could he begin? Long black hair, half of it tied in a striking bun, tattoos covering his arms, piercing spread around his face. But most notably a pair of gorgeous brown eyes, sparkling like a supernova.
That’s when something hits him. Satoru never actually liked a person. He just went with anyone who just happened to find him attractive, which was almost everyone. He was trying to fill a void he didn’t even know who to fill until now. Chasing the idea of a person who all blended into each other, but never seeing a person for who they are. There’s only one issue, Suguru would never love a party boy like him.
Dispite being an intelligent physics student, top of the class, always whiling to help out other peers with tough problems. He transforms into a completely different person during the weekend nights. Throwing and attending these parties with his friends, drinking, and trying to find a lover for the night.
“Oh, thats Suguru Geto he’s in our year. I think he’s a music education student?” Shoko says now behind Satoru with freshly curled hair.
Was he really looking at this stranger for that long for Shoko to finish the rest of her makeup and curl her hair?
His though was interrupted when he heard a knock at the door.
“Oh they’re here I’ll get it!” Shoko says as she walks down the hallway and towards the door of the apartment.
“Shoko!” Utahime cheers as her girlfriend opens the door. They exchange a quick kiss before coming inside.
Satoru walks towards the door trying to get a good view of the band, specifically that Suguru guy.
“Now guys you already know Shoko,” Utahmine exclaims as she leads the group down the hallway. “This is our friend Satoru,” she adds. “Shoko, Satoru this is Yuki Tsukumo, Choso Kamo, you know Naoya, and Suguru Geto.”
Before he can even get a chance to glance at the band Satoru already notices Geto exchangeing a glance at him.
Maybe he thinks. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.