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The living room of the off-campus house was buzzing with the energy of a party in full swing. Satoru Gojo, the notorious womanizer of Jujutsu College, lounged on the worn-out couch, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he watched the crowd. His white hair was a stark contrast to the dim lighting, and his striking blue eyes scanned the room for his next thrill.
"Fellas, you're boring me with this virgin talk," Satoru drawled out, his voice dripping with condescension. He took a swig from his beer and let out a belch that rivaled the bass from the speakers. "You gotta have the moves, the looks, and the balls to go after someone like you. They are not gonna drop their undies for just any desperate dick."
Nanami and Suguru exchanged a look, both of them knowing full well the reputation that followed Satoru like a bad cologne.
"Yo, Gojo," Suguru started, leaning back and running a hand through his long black hair. "You talk a big game, man, but even you haven't gotten you to give up the goods. What's the matter, losing your touch?"
Satoru's smirk only widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You kidding? I'm just enjoying the chase. But tell you what, let's make it interesting," he proposed, his tone laced with mischief. "First one to bed you gets a hundred bucks and the eternal glory of being the ultimate player."
Nanami chuckled, his blonde hair catching the light as he nodded in agreement. "You're on, Gojo Jr. Game fucking on."
As the night wore on, the party grew wilder, and Satoru's gaze never strayed far from you, his mind already spinning with plans to win the bet and add another notch to his ever-growing belt.
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The party's in full swing, the bass is pumping through the cramped living room of someone's off-campus house. Bodies gyrating, solo cups in hand—it's the typical college rager. Then there's Suguru, lurking on the fringe, eyes scanning until they land on you, the lit silhouette of interest.
Cue Suguru, taking a deep, steadying breath and stepping into the chaos armed with a cup of punch (and probably not spiked because he's cautious like that). He sidles up to you, the nervous energy practically crackling off him.
"Ahem, you, right? I couldn't help but notice from across the room... your, um, aura—it's quite luminescent tonight," Suguru starts, voice just above the music as he extends the punch towards them. "I hope it's not too forward, but I've brought you a libation. Free from...spirits. Alcohol, I mean! It's just punch."
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