cupcakequeen-2005

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER FOUR: Flutters

Masterlist

WARNING: the smallest amount of flirting

You sit cross-legged on your dorm room floor, textbooks spread around you in a half-circle. The soft hum of focus music plays in the background. The room is dark except for the gentle glow of your laptop and, the flickering light of the string of fairy lights strung above your bed. Notes, highlighters, and crumpled bits of paper are scattered around you.

You sigh, pressing your hands to your head. “Okay, focus, Y/N,” you mutter under your breath, praying the words in your textbook to start to make sense.

Since you were little, you’ve felt it—that gnawing need for more. More than the life you’d been shown as a child, more than the fractured examples your family had set, and more than the ridicule you endured in school. It was that desire for something better that had driven you to distance yourself from people. Friends, family, anyone.

Your bluntness, paired with your sharp intelligence, made you a target. The bullying was relentless, cruel. It pushed you to the point where eating alone in the bathroom felt safer than facing their laughter.

Then came Choso. Freshman year of high school, a blur of awkward introductions and quiet realizations, and suddenly, there he was. Choso saw you—not the mask you wore, but you. He became family in a way your blood relatives never were. Through him, you found someone who understood, someone who got it.

And with Choso came his brothers.

Yuji, the youngest, was in your grade. You clicked instantly, his easygoing warmth which cut through your tough demeanour. You saw him more than Choso just by default, and somehow, it felt like you'd gained another brother. Sukuna, on the other hand, was...different. Older, sharper, colder. From the moment you met, it was as if the two of you had silently agreed to despise one another. At least, that’s what you both liked to pretend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

The sound pulls you from your thoughts, and before you can answer, the door bursts open.

“Y/NNNN,” Nobara exclaims dramatically, flopping face-first onto your bed like her normal dramatic self.

“I’m studying,” you reply flatly, raising an eyebrow. “What do you two want?”

“You’re always studying. We miss you,” Nobara says, her voice as exaggerated as her entrance. Yuji trails behind her, plopping down onto your bed with a nod of agreement.

“You’re here to ask me about the party, aren’t you?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at the two of them.

“Y/N, please come,” Yuji says, dropping to his knees with a theatrical flourish.

“You need to get out, live a little—” Nobara starts, but she’s interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Y/N, just come already. You need the fun,” someone drawls.

The three of you whip around to find Maki leaning against the door frame, her long green-black hair tied back, glasses perched on her nose, and pyjamas suggesting she was dragged here.

“Maki’s right,” Yuji chimes in, pointing a finger at you. “You’re starting to look like a mole rat with how little you go out.”

“Excuse me?” you snap, grabbing a highlighter and hurling it at him. He ducks, laughing.

“Y/N, seriously,” Maki cuts in, her voice softer. “We’ll all be there. If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want to leave, we’ll go with you. No questions asked.”

You hesitate, looking between their hopeful faces. Nobara, practically bouncing with excitement. Yuji, still on his knees, his puppy-dog eyes in full force. Even Maki offers you a small, reassuring smile.

You take a deep breath. “Fine.”

Their reactions are instant.

“OMG YES!” Nobara squeals, jumping up from your bed and grabbing your hands. “AHHH, I’m so excited!”

Yuji throws his hands in the air like he’s just scored a winning goal. “Let’s goooo!”

Maki smiles softly and moves to sit beside the others on your bed. As Yuji and Nobara immediately dive into conversation about the party, their voices fill with excitement.

“You have to wear something cute, Y/N,” Nobara says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’ll help you pick an outfit—no excuses!”

“UGHH,” you groan, laying down on the floor dramatically.

“Don’t fight it,” Maki teases, leaning back against the wall. “She’ll win anyway.”

“Traitor,” you shoot back, in a teasing tone.

The conversation drifts into a whirlwind of party themes, playlist ideas, and wild guesses about who might make a fool of themselves by the end of the night. You try to stay focused, but your attention keeps slipping as the chatter blurs into background noise.

Then your phone buzzes.

Glancing down, you notice the notification lighting up your screen. It’s a message from Choso.

You unlock your phone to read the message:

Your heart skips a beat at his words, though you’re quick to brush it off. It’s just Choso, after all. You’ve been close for years. There’s no reason for this sudden flutter in your chest. Right?

You shake your head, trying to shove the thought away. Still, your fingers hover over the keyboard, wanting to say more.

“Y/N?” Nobara’s voice snaps you out of your daze. She’s staring at you, her brows furrowed. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, totally,” you lie, locking your phone quickly and shoving it aside.

Maki raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. Yuji and Nobara are already diving back into whatever they were talking about.

You force yourself to focus, but the faint warmth in your chest lingers.

notes and extras :3

Is a love triangle coming?!

We all know Y/n is only going for Choso

When Y/n became friends with the brothers sukuna would bash anyone who spoke bad about her. But would never admit that

Yuji dared Inumaki to eat a piece of chalk in class for 10$

Maki can read Y/n so well it's scary

Wonder what's gonna happen at the party

I PROMISE GOJO AND Y/N WILL COME FACE TO FACE SOON

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't posted for ages life has been sooo busy. I love this series, so I will try my best not to give up. I know there hasn't been much Gojo but I'm building the foundation. If you still want to be added to the tag list lmk.

TAGS: @kuniz darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw @fortunatelyfurrygiver @sleepykittyenergy @kazuuhali

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER FOUR: Flutters

Masterlist

WARNING: the smallest amount of flirting

You sit cross-legged on your dorm room floor, textbooks spread around you in a half-circle. The soft hum of focus music plays in the background. The room is dark except for the gentle glow of your laptop and, the flickering light of the string of fairy lights strung above your bed. Notes, highlighters, and crumpled bits of paper are scattered around you.

You sigh, pressing your hands to your head. “Okay, focus, Y/N,” you mutter under your breath, praying the words in your textbook to start to make sense.

Since you were little, you’ve felt it—that gnawing need for more. More than the life you’d been shown as a child, more than the fractured examples your family had set, and more than the ridicule you endured in school. It was that desire for something better that had driven you to distance yourself from people. Friends, family, anyone.

Your bluntness, paired with your sharp intelligence, made you a target. The bullying was relentless, cruel. It pushed you to the point where eating alone in the bathroom felt safer than facing their laughter.

Then came Choso. Freshman year of high school, a blur of awkward introductions and quiet realizations, and suddenly, there he was. Choso saw you—not the mask you wore, but you. He became family in a way your blood relatives never were. Through him, you found someone who understood, someone who got it.

And with Choso came his brothers.

Yuji, the youngest, was in your grade. You clicked instantly, his easygoing warmth which cut through your tough demeanour. You saw him more than Choso just by default, and somehow, it felt like you'd gained another brother. Sukuna, on the other hand, was...different. Older, sharper, colder. From the moment you met, it was as if the two of you had silently agreed to despise one another. At least, that’s what you both liked to pretend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

The sound pulls you from your thoughts, and before you can answer, the door bursts open.

“Y/NNNN,” Nobara exclaims dramatically, flopping face-first onto your bed like her normal dramatic self.

“I’m studying,” you reply flatly, raising an eyebrow. “What do you two want?”

“You’re always studying. We miss you,” Nobara says, her voice as exaggerated as her entrance. Yuji trails behind her, plopping down onto your bed with a nod of agreement.

“You’re here to ask me about the party, aren’t you?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at the two of them.

“Y/N, please come,” Yuji says, dropping to his knees with a theatrical flourish.

“You need to get out, live a little—” Nobara starts, but she’s interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Y/N, just come already. You need the fun,” someone drawls.

The three of you whip around to find Maki leaning against the door frame, her long green-black hair tied back, glasses perched on her nose, and pyjamas suggesting she was dragged here.

“Maki’s right,” Yuji chimes in, pointing a finger at you. “You’re starting to look like a mole rat with how little you go out.”

“Excuse me?” you snap, grabbing a highlighter and hurling it at him. He ducks, laughing.

“Y/N, seriously,” Maki cuts in, her voice softer. “We’ll all be there. If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want to leave, we’ll go with you. No questions asked.”

You hesitate, looking between their hopeful faces. Nobara, practically bouncing with excitement. Yuji, still on his knees, his puppy-dog eyes in full force. Even Maki offers you a small, reassuring smile.

You take a deep breath. “Fine.”

Their reactions are instant.

“OMG YES!” Nobara squeals, jumping up from your bed and grabbing your hands. “AHHH, I’m so excited!”

Yuji throws his hands in the air like he’s just scored a winning goal. “Let’s goooo!”

Maki smiles softly and moves to sit beside the others on your bed. As Yuji and Nobara immediately dive into conversation about the party, their voices fill with excitement.

“You have to wear something cute, Y/N,” Nobara says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’ll help you pick an outfit—no excuses!”

“UGHH,” you groan, laying down on the floor dramatically.

“Don’t fight it,” Maki teases, leaning back against the wall. “She’ll win anyway.”

“Traitor,” you shoot back, in a teasing tone.

The conversation drifts into a whirlwind of party themes, playlist ideas, and wild guesses about who might make a fool of themselves by the end of the night. You try to stay focused, but your attention keeps slipping as the chatter blurs into background noise.

Then your phone buzzes.

Glancing down, you notice the notification lighting up your screen. It’s a message from Choso.

You unlock your phone to read the message:

Your heart skips a beat at his words, though you’re quick to brush it off. It’s just Choso, after all. You’ve been close for years. There’s no reason for this sudden flutter in your chest. Right?

You shake your head, trying to shove the thought away. Still, your fingers hover over the keyboard, wanting to say more.

“Y/N?” Nobara’s voice snaps you out of your daze. She’s staring at you, her brows furrowed. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, totally,” you lie, locking your phone quickly and shoving it aside.

Maki raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. Yuji and Nobara are already diving back into whatever they were talking about.

You force yourself to focus, but the faint warmth in your chest lingers.

notes and extras :3

Is a love triangle coming?!

We all know Y/n is only going for Choso

When Y/n became friends with the brothers sukuna would bash anyone who spoke bad about her. But would never admit that

Yuji dared Inumaki to eat a piece of chalk in class for 10$

Maki can read Y/n so well it's scary

Wonder what's gonna happen at the party

I PROMISE GOJO AND Y/N WILL COME FACE TO FACE SOON

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't posted for ages life has been sooo busy. I love this series, so I will try my best not to give up. I know there hasn't been much Gojo but I'm building the foundation. If you still want to be added to the tag list lmk.

TAGS: @kuniz darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw @fortunatelyfurrygiver @sleepykittyenergy @kazuuhali

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER FOUR: Flutters

Masterlist

WARNING: the smallest amount of flirting

You sit cross-legged on your dorm room floor, textbooks spread around you in a half-circle. The soft hum of focus music plays in the background. The room is dark except for the gentle glow of your laptop and, the flickering light of the string of fairy lights strung above your bed. Notes, highlighters, and crumpled bits of paper are scattered around you.

You sigh, pressing your hands to your head. “Okay, focus, Y/N,” you mutter under your breath, praying the words in your textbook to start to make sense.

Since you were little, you’ve felt it—that gnawing need for more. More than the life you’d been shown as a child, more than the fractured examples your family had set, and more than the ridicule you endured in school. It was that desire for something better that had driven you to distance yourself from people. Friends, family, anyone.

Your bluntness, paired with your sharp intelligence, made you a target. The bullying was relentless, cruel. It pushed you to the point where eating alone in the bathroom felt safer than facing their laughter.

Then came Choso. Freshman year of high school, a blur of awkward introductions and quiet realizations, and suddenly, there he was. Choso saw you—not the mask you wore, but you. He became family in a way your blood relatives never were. Through him, you found someone who understood, someone who got it.

And with Choso came his brothers.

Yuji, the youngest, was in your grade. You clicked instantly, his easygoing warmth which cut through your tough demeanour. You saw him more than Choso just by default, and somehow, it felt like you'd gained another brother. Sukuna, on the other hand, was...different. Older, sharper, colder. From the moment you met, it was as if the two of you had silently agreed to despise one another. At least, that’s what you both liked to pretend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

The sound pulls you from your thoughts, and before you can answer, the door bursts open.

“Y/NNNN,” Nobara exclaims dramatically, flopping face-first onto your bed like her normal dramatic self.

“I’m studying,” you reply flatly, raising an eyebrow. “What do you two want?”

“You’re always studying. We miss you,” Nobara says, her voice as exaggerated as her entrance. Yuji trails behind her, plopping down onto your bed with a nod of agreement.

“You’re here to ask me about the party, aren’t you?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at the two of them.

“Y/N, please come,” Yuji says, dropping to his knees with a theatrical flourish.

“You need to get out, live a little—” Nobara starts, but she’s interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Y/N, just come already. You need the fun,” someone drawls.

The three of you whip around to find Maki leaning against the door frame, her long green-black hair tied back, glasses perched on her nose, and pyjamas suggesting she was dragged here.

“Maki’s right,” Yuji chimes in, pointing a finger at you. “You’re starting to look like a mole rat with how little you go out.”

“Excuse me?” you snap, grabbing a highlighter and hurling it at him. He ducks, laughing.

“Y/N, seriously,” Maki cuts in, her voice softer. “We’ll all be there. If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want to leave, we’ll go with you. No questions asked.”

You hesitate, looking between their hopeful faces. Nobara, practically bouncing with excitement. Yuji, still on his knees, his puppy-dog eyes in full force. Even Maki offers you a small, reassuring smile.

You take a deep breath. “Fine.”

Their reactions are instant.

“OMG YES!” Nobara squeals, jumping up from your bed and grabbing your hands. “AHHH, I’m so excited!”

Yuji throws his hands in the air like he’s just scored a winning goal. “Let’s goooo!”

Maki smiles softly and moves to sit beside the others on your bed. As Yuji and Nobara immediately dive into conversation about the party, their voices fill with excitement.

“You have to wear something cute, Y/N,” Nobara says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’ll help you pick an outfit—no excuses!”

“UGHH,” you groan, laying down on the floor dramatically.

“Don’t fight it,” Maki teases, leaning back against the wall. “She’ll win anyway.”

“Traitor,” you shoot back, in a teasing tone.

The conversation drifts into a whirlwind of party themes, playlist ideas, and wild guesses about who might make a fool of themselves by the end of the night. You try to stay focused, but your attention keeps slipping as the chatter blurs into background noise.

Then your phone buzzes.

Glancing down, you notice the notification lighting up your screen. It’s a message from Choso.

You unlock your phone to read the message:

Your heart skips a beat at his words, though you’re quick to brush it off. It’s just Choso, after all. You’ve been close for years. There’s no reason for this sudden flutter in your chest. Right?

You shake your head, trying to shove the thought away. Still, your fingers hover over the keyboard, wanting to say more.

“Y/N?” Nobara’s voice snaps you out of your daze. She’s staring at you, her brows furrowed. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, totally,” you lie, locking your phone quickly and shoving it aside.

Maki raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. Yuji and Nobara are already diving back into whatever they were talking about.

You force yourself to focus, but the faint warmth in your chest lingers.

notes and extras :3

Is a love triangle coming?!

We all know Y/n is only going for Choso

When Y/n became friends with the brothers sukuna would bash anyone who spoke bad about her. But would never admit that

Yuji dared Inumaki to eat a piece of chalk in class for 10$

Maki can read Y/n so well it's scary

Wonder what's gonna happen at the party

I PROMISE GOJO AND Y/N WILL COME FACE TO FACE SOON

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't posted for ages life has been sooo busy. I love this series, so I will try my best not to give up. I know there hasn't been much Gojo but I'm building the foundation. If you still want to be added to the tag list lmk.

TAGS: @kuniz darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw @fortunatelyfurrygiver @sleepykittyenergy @kazuuhali

[cupcakequeen-2005]

THANK YOUUU for updating if I was a man👻 I recently got into it and I’m LOVING it already so thank you 🫃

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE ITTTT

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER FOUR: Flutters

Masterlist

WARNING: the smallest amount of flirting

You sit cross-legged on your dorm room floor, textbooks spread around you in a half-circle. The soft hum of focus music plays in the background. The room is dark except for the gentle glow of your laptop and, the flickering light of the string of fairy lights strung above your bed. Notes, highlighters, and crumpled bits of paper are scattered around you.

You sigh, pressing your hands to your head. “Okay, focus, Y/N,” you mutter under your breath, praying the words in your textbook to start to make sense.

Since you were little, you’ve felt it—that gnawing need for more. More than the life you’d been shown as a child, more than the fractured examples your family had set, and more than the ridicule you endured in school. It was that desire for something better that had driven you to distance yourself from people. Friends, family, anyone.

Your bluntness, paired with your sharp intelligence, made you a target. The bullying was relentless, cruel. It pushed you to the point where eating alone in the bathroom felt safer than facing their laughter.

Then came Choso. Freshman year of high school, a blur of awkward introductions and quiet realizations, and suddenly, there he was. Choso saw you—not the mask you wore, but you. He became family in a way your blood relatives never were. Through him, you found someone who understood, someone who got it.

And with Choso came his brothers.

Yuji, the youngest, was in your grade. You clicked instantly, his easygoing warmth which cut through your tough demeanour. You saw him more than Choso just by default, and somehow, it felt like you'd gained another brother. Sukuna, on the other hand, was...different. Older, sharper, colder. From the moment you met, it was as if the two of you had silently agreed to despise one another. At least, that’s what you both liked to pretend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

The sound pulls you from your thoughts, and before you can answer, the door bursts open.

“Y/NNNN,” Nobara exclaims dramatically, flopping face-first onto your bed like her normal dramatic self.

“I’m studying,” you reply flatly, raising an eyebrow. “What do you two want?”

“You’re always studying. We miss you,” Nobara says, her voice as exaggerated as her entrance. Yuji trails behind her, plopping down onto your bed with a nod of agreement.

“You’re here to ask me about the party, aren’t you?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at the two of them.

“Y/N, please come,” Yuji says, dropping to his knees with a theatrical flourish.

“You need to get out, live a little—” Nobara starts, but she’s interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Y/N, just come already. You need the fun,” someone drawls.

The three of you whip around to find Maki leaning against the door frame, her long green-black hair tied back, glasses perched on her nose, and pyjamas suggesting she was dragged here.

“Maki’s right,” Yuji chimes in, pointing a finger at you. “You’re starting to look like a mole rat with how little you go out.”

“Excuse me?” you snap, grabbing a highlighter and hurling it at him. He ducks, laughing.

“Y/N, seriously,” Maki cuts in, her voice softer. “We’ll all be there. If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want to leave, we’ll go with you. No questions asked.”

You hesitate, looking between their hopeful faces. Nobara, practically bouncing with excitement. Yuji, still on his knees, his puppy-dog eyes in full force. Even Maki offers you a small, reassuring smile.

You take a deep breath. “Fine.”

Their reactions are instant.

“OMG YES!” Nobara squeals, jumping up from your bed and grabbing your hands. “AHHH, I’m so excited!”

Yuji throws his hands in the air like he’s just scored a winning goal. “Let’s goooo!”

Maki smiles softly and moves to sit beside the others on your bed. As Yuji and Nobara immediately dive into conversation about the party, their voices fill with excitement.

“You have to wear something cute, Y/N,” Nobara says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’ll help you pick an outfit—no excuses!”

“UGHH,” you groan, laying down on the floor dramatically.

“Don’t fight it,” Maki teases, leaning back against the wall. “She’ll win anyway.”

“Traitor,” you shoot back, in a teasing tone.

The conversation drifts into a whirlwind of party themes, playlist ideas, and wild guesses about who might make a fool of themselves by the end of the night. You try to stay focused, but your attention keeps slipping as the chatter blurs into background noise.

Then your phone buzzes.

Glancing down, you notice the notification lighting up your screen. It’s a message from Choso.

You unlock your phone to read the message:

Your heart skips a beat at his words, though you’re quick to brush it off. It’s just Choso, after all. You’ve been close for years. There’s no reason for this sudden flutter in your chest. Right?

You shake your head, trying to shove the thought away. Still, your fingers hover over the keyboard, wanting to say more.

“Y/N?” Nobara’s voice snaps you out of your daze. She’s staring at you, her brows furrowed. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, totally,” you lie, locking your phone quickly and shoving it aside.

Maki raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. Yuji and Nobara are already diving back into whatever they were talking about.

You force yourself to focus, but the faint warmth in your chest lingers.

notes and extras :3

Is a love triangle coming?!

We all know Y/n is only going for Choso

When Y/n became friends with the brothers sukuna would bash anyone who spoke bad about her. But would never admit that

Yuji dared Inumaki to eat a piece of chalk in class for 10$

Maki can read Y/n so well it's scary

Wonder what's gonna happen at the party

I PROMISE GOJO AND Y/N WILL COME FACE TO FACE SOON

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't posted for ages life has been sooo busy. I love this series, so I will try my best not to give up. I know there hasn't been much Gojo but I'm building the foundation. If you still want to be added to the tag list lmk.

TAGS: @kuniz darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw @fortunatelyfurrygiver @sleepykittyenergy @kazuuhali

[cupcakequeen-2005]

HIII I love the Gojo smau girl, like literally I can’t wait for the story to progress 😍😍😍 kickin my feet waiting for the drama fr 😈

Guys, I am SO SORRY IVE BEEN DEAD LIFE HAS BEEN SO TIRING i will get back on the grind soon i promise

[cupcakequeen-2005]

Is it just me or does it feel like everyone is kinda losing their love for jjk right now 🤷‍♀️. Also y’all I have writers block so bad soooo do you guys want another Gojo POV or keep going cause I seriously don’t know

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER THREE: pleaseee

Masterlist

WARNING: swearing

“Thank you, class. Now remember that the final exams for this semester are next week. For some of you, these exams are more important than others,” Professor Yaga announces, his gaze locking onto a short black-haired boy with a scar on his lip. The boy, seems confused, as if he can't quite figure out how he ended up in such a difficult class.

As you finish packing your bag and head towards the door, you overhear a couple of girls chatting animatedly in the hallway. Their voices are bright and filled with excitement.

“I’m so excited about this party. You have no idea, Yuki!” one of them exclaims, her voice bubbling with excitement. You glance over and see she’s quite pretty, with long, silky black hair cascading down her back, with a small pink bow at the top.

The other girl, a blonde with bright, curious eyes, grins mischievously. “Yeah, do you think you'll finally get with Gojo?” she asks, her tone teasing.

“Ugh, I hope so!” the first girl responds. “He is sooo cute, and I think he likes me,” she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper.

You roll your eyes at their discussion and assume it’s the same party they are talking about, that Inumaki had been begging you to go to early that week.

As you leave the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway, desperate to get back to your dorm and study, you suddenly bump straight into the back of someone. Ready to give whoever you just bumped into a piece of your mind, you look up and see the familiar face of a boy with messy brown hair thrown into two messy ponytails. Dressed in all black, quiet tall and well-built, his dark eyes softening when they meet yours.

“Y/N, hey!” Choso’s familiar voice calls out over the loud crowd of students passing his, with a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognizes you. 

“Hey, Cho~,” you respond, with a warm smile relieved its him, as you continue to weave through the sea of students. Choso is following closely behind you.

“Are you working today?” he asks curiously.

“No, I have exams next week. I need to study,” you sigh.

“Aww, I was looking forward to working with you today,” he says, pouting slightly.

You and Choso have known each other for years, having met at the quaint café where you both now work. He was the reason you even knew Yuji and the others in the first place, and over time, you had both developed a soft spot for each other.

“I’m sorry, Cho. I want to get top marks this semester,” you explain, feeling a wave of guilt washing over you.

“Nah I get it. Well, are you at least going to the party next weekend?” he asks, with excitement in his eyes.

“God no,” you reply with a chuckle, shaking your head.

“Surely come along, and isn’t your whole friend group going?” Choso points out.

“You know I don’t like parties. Plus, I’m sorry to say, but I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of sweaty, desperate frat boys,” you admit, grimacing at the thought of it.

He laughs, a deep and comforting sound that seems to envelop you. “I'll be there and I’m not sweaty and desperate, am I?”

“I guess not,” you reply with a smirk, feeling a bit of your tension ease.

“Will you at least think about it?” he asks, his tone gentle but persistent.

“I don’t know, Choso,” you say, uncertain of the idea of going.

“You know, even the most important politicians partied now and then,” he teases with a smirk, trying to lighten your mood.

You take a deep sigh. “Fine, I’ll think about it, okay?” you say slightly frustrated at the fact people keep asking you to come, but you know he means well and just wants you to have some fun.

He smiles, nodding his head in satisfaction. “Well, I better go. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will,” you say softly, with a small smile forming endeared by his persistence. “Bye, Choso.”

“Bye, Y/N,” Choso says, walking away as he quickly disappears in the wave of students.

As you continue back to your dorm, the thought lingers in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go to the party. Plus I should celebrate the exams finishing.

notes and extras :3

Ngl y/n is annoying me lets hope for some character development

Ooooo something is up with Choso

inumaki got so upset when the others were teasing y/n about Choso

Toji Cheated on one of his exams that got him into that class lol

y/n said Choso was cute when she was drunk once and maki has held onto that

Y/n was chanting witch spells from her room so loudly she got a complaint

Y/n may or may not go to the party because of Choso

a/n: No gojo in this episode butttt there may be another episode from his pov coming tomorrow we will see tehehe. You guys have given me such good ideas on what i can do further in the story.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg@n1vi@pluhhbabyy@s777athv@naviaberries @sp1tw1tch. @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER THREE: pleaseee

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WARNING: swearing

“Thank you, class. Now remember that the final exams for this semester are next week. For some of you, these exams are more important than others,” Professor Yaga announces, his gaze locking onto a short black-haired boy with a scar on his lip. The boy, seems confused, as if he can't quite figure out how he ended up in such a difficult class.

As you finish packing your bag and head towards the door, you overhear a couple of girls chatting in the hallway. Their voices are filled with excitement.

“I’m so excited about this party. You have no idea, Yuki!” one of them exclaims, her voice bubbling with excitement. You glance over and see she’s quite pretty, with long, silky black hair cascading down her back, with a small pink bow at the top.

The other girl, a blonde with bright, curious eyes, grins mischievously. “Yeah, do you think you'll finally get with Gojo?” she asks, her tone teasing.

“Ugh, I hope so!” the first girl responds. “He is sooo cute, and I think he likes me,” she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper.

You roll your eyes at their discussion and assume it’s the same party they are talking about, that Inumaki had been begging you to go to early that week.

As you leave the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway, desperate to get back to your dorm and study, you suddenly bump straight into the back of someone. Ready to give whoever you just bumped into a piece of your mind, you look up and see the familiar face of a boy with messy brown hair thrown into two messy ponytails. Dressed in all black, quiet tall and well-built, his dark eyes softening when they meet yours.

“Y/N, hey!” Choso’s familiar voice calls out over the loud crowd of students passing his, with a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognizes you. 

“Hey, Cho~,” you respond, with a warm smile relieved its him, as you continue to weave through the sea of students. Choso is following closely behind you.

“Are you working today?” he asks curiously.

“No, I have exams next week. I need to study,” you sigh.

“Aww, I was looking forward to working with you today,” he says, pouting slightly.

You and Choso have known each other for years, having met at the quaint café where you both now work. He was the reason you even knew Yuji and the others in the first place, and over time, you had both developed a soft spot for each other.

“I’m sorry, Cho. I want to get top marks this semester,” you explain, feeling a wave of guilt washing over you.

“Nah I get it. Well, are you at least going to the party next weekend?” he asks, with excitement in his eyes.

“God no,” you reply with a chuckle, shaking your head.

“Surely come along, and isn’t your whole friend group going?” Choso points out.

“You know I don’t like parties. Plus, I’m sorry to say, but I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of sweaty, desperate frat boys,” you admit, grimacing at the thought of it.

He laughs, a deep and comforting sound that seems to envelop you. “I'll be there and I’m not sweaty and desperate, am I?”

“I guess not,” you reply with a smirk, feeling a bit of your tension ease.

“Will you at least think about it?” he asks, his tone gentle but persistent.

“I don’t know, Choso,” you say, uncertain of the idea of going.

“You know, even the most important politicians partied now and then,” he teases with a smirk, trying to lighten your mood.

You take a deep sigh. “Fine, I’ll think about it, okay?” you say slightly frustrated at the fact people keep asking you to come, but you know he means well and just wants you to have some fun.

He smiles, nodding his head in satisfaction. “Well, I better go. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will,” you say softly, with a small smile forming endeared by his persistence. “Bye, Choso.”

“Bye, Y/N,” Choso says, walking away as he quickly disappears in the wave of students.

As you continue back to your dorm, the thought lingers in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go to the party. Plus I should celebrate the exams finishing.

notes and extras :3

Ngl y/n is annoying me lets hope for some character development

Ooooo something is up with Choso

inumaki got so upset when the others were teasing y/n about Choso

Toji Cheated on one of his exams that got him into that class lol

y/n said Choso was cute when she was drunk once and maki has held onto that

Y/n was chanting witch spells from her room so loudly she got a complaint

Y/n may or may not go to the party because of Choso

a/n: No gojo in this episode butttt there may be another episode from his pov coming tomorrow we will see tehehe. You guys have given me such good ideas on what i can do further in the story.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg@n1vi@pluhhbabyy@s777athv@naviaberries @sp1tw1tch. @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER TWO: blue eye bitch

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WARNING: swearing, gross male behaviour, mention of smut

BANG BANG BANG. "Dude, hurry the fuck up, Gojo!" Geto calls, irritation tinging his voice as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Satoru Gojo replies smoothly, unfazed, as he pulls on a pair of gray tracksuit pants and a jumper.

With a smug grin plastered across his face, Gojo swings the door open. "Morning, cutie.”

Geto rolls his eyes, his long, silky black hair falling into a messy bun, sharp purple eyes giving Gojo a look of irritation. As he pushes himself off the doorframe throwing Gojo's bag at him as they step outside together.

The campus is already alive with the buzz of students. chatter, laughter. As they make their way through the crowd, they are stopped nearly every second by girls who wanna be with them or boys what want to be them

Gojo and Geto are practically royalty on campus. With Gojo’s father being the president of the college board and his family owning the biggest law firm in the country, Gojo is practically untouchable. Geto’s family? Equally as wealthy.  Good looks? Check. Charm? Check. They’re untouchable, practically worshipped by the student even teachers and boy do they know it.

As they walk, Gojo feels a familiar arm slip around his shoulder. He turns to see Toji, tall with rugged short hair and a scar on the side of his lip.

"What's up, dude?" Gojo greets, dapping Toji up like they haven’t seen each other in years, despite living in the same dorm.

As they walk around the corner, Gojo suddenly bumps shoulders with a girl. In a moment like this, most girls would flinch, get flustered, and apologize. But not this girl. Instead, she gives Gojo the dirtiest look, kisses her teeth, and walks off, unfazed.

The simple interaction catches Gojo completely off guard. Toji mutters under his breath, “What a bitch.”

"No shit," Gojo says, brushing it off with a smirk. “Doesn't know who she’s bumping into, clearly.”

But as they continue walking, that brief moment lingered in Gojo’s mind. The way she did it, so confident, so unaffected. It was as if she ate boys like him for breakfast. But it wasn’t just that. There was something in her demeanor that lingered, for some reason that interaction felt different.He should’ve brushed it off. But he just couldn’t.

"GOJOOO, GETOO, TOJII!" A voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts, and Gojo looks up to see two girls walking toward them—one with long black hair and the other taller with short black hair.

"Hey, you two," Geto replies smoothly, offering the girls a hug.

"Hey, Gojo," the girl with long black hair greets with a bright smile.

"Hi, Utahime~" Gojo he says with a flirtatious grin, throwing his arm around her as she blushes. 

But his mind drifts again, briefly scanning the crowd, looking for her.

"Who are you looking for?" the girl with short brown hair, Shoko, asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, just some girl bumped into me earlier. She looked... familiar," Gojo replies, trying to keep his voice casual.

"Oh yeah," Geto chimes in, "That was Y/N. She works with Choso and is best friends with Inumaki, Yuji, and stuff"

Gojo Nods his head.

“But not gonna lie, she’s kind of... weird as fuck, dude," Geto adds with a shrug.

Gojo couldn’t give a shit about what Geto just said, all he could do is reply that name in his head. For some reason, hearing it only makes him more curious. He can’t explain why, but something about her keeps pulling at him.

notes and extras :3

All the boys have a score cheat with how many girls they get with

Gojo and Geto and tied

Gojo did not give a fuck about that email cause he knows his dad will save his ass

Utahime is so obsessed with Gojo

looks like Gojo is more interested in y/n than she may have through

Geto definitely picked up on Gojo and knew exactly what he was thinking but chose not to say anything

a/n: hope you like the different POVs of both characters, i wanted to get chapter 1 and 2 out somewhat close together so they make more sense.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch.

[cupcakequeen-2005]

LOVING‼️‼️‼️ the new story alr and i have a suggestion..😼 WHAT IF naoya (booooo tomato tomato tomato..) got added to the story. i feel like he would be someone to piss us off or do something weird in the story to us AND he would be apart of the frat group🙏🏾 literally matches his character so so much🤮… ALSO your doing so good with this story and i love it so so much😭 but what is you main upload schedule on this story? because i CANNOT wait for the next part but no rush at ALL!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA omg, you guys are so creative I love it. AND I’m hoping every Friday or Saturday. I am a busy gal though with 3 Job 😩…Sooo I will try my best to post weekly. I’m also so happy you guys like this story Tehe 💗💗

[cupcakequeen-2005]

i would LOVEE to see utahime fight us later in the story😭😭 maybe because she felt insecure or jelous about gojo being curious about us??? if that makes sense😭

OH I LOVE this idea, the dramaaa that this series is about to have is going to be so good 😩😩😩

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER TWO: blue eye bitch

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WARNING: swearing, gross male behaviour, mention of smut

BANG BANG BANG. "Dude, hurry the fuck up, Gojo!" Geto calls, irritation tinging his voice as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Satoru Gojo replies smoothly, unfazed, as he pulls on a pair of gray tracksuit pants and a jumper.

With a smug grin plastered across his face, Gojo swings the door open. "Morning, cutie.”

Geto rolls his eyes, his long, silky black hair falling into a messy bun, sharp purple eyes giving Gojo a look of irritation. As he pushes himself off the doorframe throwing Gojo's bag at him as they step outside together.

The campus is already alive with the buzz of students. chatter, laughter. As they make their way through the crowd, they are stopped nearly every second by girls who wanna be with them or boys what want to be them

Gojo and Geto are practically royalty on campus. With Gojo’s father being the president of the college board and his family owning the biggest law firm in the country, Gojo is practically untouchable. Geto’s family? Equally as wealthy.  Good looks? Check. Charm? Check. They’re untouchable, practically worshipped by the student even teachers and boy do they know it.

As they walk, Gojo feels a familiar arm slip around his shoulder. He turns to see Toji, tall with rugged short hair and a scar on the side of his lip.

"What's up, dude?" Gojo greets, dapping Toji up like they haven’t seen each other in years, despite living in the same dorm.

As they walk around the corner, Gojo suddenly bumps shoulders with a girl. In a moment like this, most girls would flinch, get flustered, and apologize. But not this girl. Instead, she gives Gojo the dirtiest look, kisses her teeth, and walks off, unfazed.

The simple interaction catches Gojo completely off guard. Toji mutters under his breath, “What a bitch.”

"No shit," Gojo says, brushing it off with a smirk. “Doesn't know who she’s bumping into, clearly.”

But as they continue walking, that brief moment lingered in Gojo’s mind. The way she did it, so confident, so unaffected. It was as if she ate boys like him for breakfast. But it wasn’t just that. There was something in her demeanor that lingered, for some reason that interaction felt different.He should’ve brushed it off. But he just couldn’t.

"GOJOOO, GETOO, TOJII!" A voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts, and Gojo looks up to see two girls walking toward them—one with long black hair and the other taller with short black hair.

"Hey, you two," Geto replies smoothly, offering the girls a hug.

"Hey, Gojo," the girl with long black hair greets with a bright smile.

"Hi, Utahime~" Gojo he says with a flirtatious grin, throwing his arm around her as she blushes. 

But his mind drifts again, briefly scanning the crowd, looking for her.

"Who are you looking for?" the girl with short brown hair, Shoko, asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, just some girl bumped into me earlier. She looked... familiar," Gojo replies, trying to keep his voice casual.

"Oh yeah," Geto chimes in, "That was Y/N. She works with Choso and is best friends with Inumaki, Yuji, and stuff"

Gojo Nods his head.

“But not gonna lie, she’s kind of... weird as fuck, dude," Geto adds with a shrug.

Gojo couldn’t give a shit about what Geto just said, all he could do is reply that name in his head. For some reason, hearing it only makes him more curious. He can’t explain why, but something about her keeps pulling at him.

notes and extras :3

All the boys have a score cheat with how many girls they get with

Gojo and Geto and tied

Gojo did not give a fuck about that email cause he knows his dad will save his ass

Utahime is so obsessed with Gojo

looks like Gojo is more interested in y/n than she may have through

Geto definitely picked up on Gojo and knew exactly what he was thinking but chose not to say anything

a/n: hope you like the different POVs of both characters, i wanted to get chapter 1 and 2 out somewhat close together so they make more sense.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch.

[cupcakequeen-2005]

SORRY i just thought you were (fuck trump) bc yuuji and sukuna were like... supporting trump...?

FYI Yuji doesn’t support trump he just says he does to piss Maki, Nobara and y/n off

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER ONE: shut up

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"Shit," you mutter as you finally check the time on your phone. You realize you've been doomscrolling for a bit too long. Quickly scurry out of bed.

Rummaging through the unfolded clutter of your wardrobe to find any sort of clean shirt to wear to class, though you may be organized in nearly every aspect of your life, keeping your room clean is not one of them.

As you finally get out of the room, you pinch a piece of toast from the dorm common area and make your way out. Before you can get out you’re stopped by a half-asleep boy with short white hair.

"So you're seriously not gonna go?" Toge asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"To what?" you respond, as you stuff the last of your toast in your mouth.

"The party," he says, as if it were obvious.

"Oh, no," you reply absentmindedly, trying to remember if you packed your notebook.

"SURELY, Y/N," Toge exclaims, his tone almost begging. "It's the biggest event of the semester!"

"Toge, I don't have time for this," you snap, frustration creeping into your voice as you glance at your phone again. "I'm already late for class."

You push past him quickly, putting in your AirPods as you speed-walk to your class, mentally cursing yourself for losing track of time. The campus is already filled with students, and you weave through the crowd.

As you turn the corner, you bump shoulders with a much taller boy with white hair—Satoru Gojo, the insufferable frat alpha whose very existence angers you. Normally, you would seize any moment to humble boys like him, but today, you simply do not have the time to acknowledge his presence. Besides, he doesn’t even know you exist…right?

notes and extras :3

Y/n most definitely sent Yuji a paragraph about why it matters

Nobara loves y/n but lowkey feels bad for how little she wants to go out

Inumaki got out of bed just to beg her to come (he has a little crush on her)

Y/n is the biggest organise freak but her room is far from that

Doesn't look like she'll be going to the party....

She really can't stand Gojo

a/n: I'm very proud of this chapter. The intros were low-key rushed, but that's because I just wanted to get a chapter out. I don't know how often I'll post, but I'll try weekly. LMK IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED

@kuniz-darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch

[cupcakequeen-2005]

are you a trump supporter?

GOD NO and if you dont like that unfollow 😚

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER ONE: shut up

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"Shit," you mutter as you finally check the time on your phone. You realize you've been doomscrolling for a bit too long. Quickly scurry out of bed.

Rummaging through the unfolded clutter of your wardrobe to find any sort of clean shirt to wear to class, though you may be organized in nearly every aspect of your life, keeping your room clean is not one of them.

As you finally get out of the room, you pinch a piece of toast from the dorm common area and make your way out. Before you can get out you’re stopped by a half-asleep boy with short white hair.

"So you're seriously not gonna go?" Toge asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"To what?" you respond, as you stuff the last of your toast in your mouth.

"The party," he says, as if it were obvious.

"Oh, no," you reply absentmindedly, trying to remember if you packed your notebook.

"SURELY, Y/N," Toge exclaims, his tone almost begging. "It's the biggest event of the semester!"

"Toge, I don't have time for this," you snap, frustration creeping into your voice as you glance at your phone again. "I'm already late for class."

You push past him quickly, putting in your AirPods as you speed-walk to your class, mentally cursing yourself for losing track of time. The campus is already filled with students, and you weave through the crowd.

As you turn the corner, you bump shoulders with a much taller boy with white hair—Satoru Gojo, the insufferable frat alpha whose very existence angers you. Normally, you would seize any moment to humble boys like him, but today, you simply do not have the time to acknowledge his presence. Besides, he doesn’t even know you exist…right?

notes and extras :3

Y/n most definitely sent Yuji a paragraph about why it matters

Nobara loves y/n but lowkey feels bad for how little she wants to go out

Inumaki got out of bed just to beg her to come (he has a little crush on her)

Y/n is the biggest organise freak but her room is far from that

Doesn't look like she'll be going to the party....

She really can't stand Gojo

a/n: I'm very proud of this chapter. The intros were low-key rushed, but that's because I just wanted to get a chapter out. I don't know how often I'll post, but I'll try weekly. LMK IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED

@kuniz-darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch