SPLIT BY INFINITY

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**CHAPTER 1: THE PARTY**-Fratjo

**Y/N**

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my teeth.

"Remind me why I agreed to this?" I shouted over the music, watching a guy in a backwards cap attempt to do a keg stand while his friends chanted his name.

"Because you love me," Nobara said, dragging me further into the frat house. Her grip on my wrist was unrelenting. "And because you've spent the last three weekends in the library and I'm worried you're going to merge with the furniture."

"The furniture doesn't blast EDM at volumes that violate the Geneva Convention."

"Exactly. Variety is the spice of life." She finally released me, spinning around with her arms spread wide. "Look at this! People! Social interaction! The possibility of bad decisions!""Not to mention everyone's always raving about how hot president sukuna is I need to see for myself"

I looked. The Sigma Alpha Epsilon house was exactly what I'd expected. Red solo cups littered every surface. Someone had hung Christmas lights in September. The air smelled like cheap cologne, cheaper beer, and what I could only describe as "regret."

"I'm going to get a drink," Nobara announced. "Stay here. Don't leave. If you leave, I'll find you and drag you back."

"That sounds like a threat."

"It is ." She disappeared into the crowd, her confidence parting the sea of drunk college students like a hot Moses.

I leaned against the wall, pulling out my phone. Maybe if I looked busy, no one would—

"You look like you'd rather be literally anywhere else."

I glanced up.

The guy standing in front of me was tall annoyingly tall with white hair that somehow looked intentional instead of like he'd lost a fight with a bottle of bleach. He wore a black t-shirt that fit him in a way that suggested he either worked out or had won the genetic lottery. Probably both. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses even though we were indoors at night, which should have been a red flag but somehow just made him look more insufferable.

He was smiling like he'd just told a joke and was waiting for applause.

"That's because I would rather be literally anywhere else," I said.

He leaned against the wall next to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne something expensive that probably had a name like "Midnight Arrogance" or "Ego by Dior." "I'm Gojo."

He said it like I should know who that was.

"Okay," I said.

There was a pause. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"...And you are?" he prompted.

"Wondering if this conversation has a point."

He laughed actually laughed, head tilted back, like I'd said something genuinely funny instead of mildly rude. "Oh, you're fun. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, like he was testing how it sounded. "Pretty name."

"It's a name.";)

"You're really not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"Make what easy?"

"This." He gestured vaguely between us. "The part where I charm you and you pretend you're not charmed but secretly are."