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BEFORE THE MOMENT’S GONE — toji fushiguro ♡ 18+

✦ ꒰ა roommate!toji fushiguro x afab!fem!reader ໒꒱ ✦

the moment he realized he never wants this to be his forever.

— genre . . . fluffy with explicit themes//mild angst — contents . . . college au, hockey player!toji, also bassist!toji, unestablished relationship, falling in love, implications of past childhood neglect, yearning, mentions of masturbation — song suggestion . . . "no.1 party anthem” by arctic monkeys — notes . . . some origin story for college au toji <3

✦ more below the cut ! MDNI

When Toji first moved in with you, you had absolutely no furniture in the living room.

The only truly inhabited spaces were each other’s rooms, fully decked out in your respective decor to show off your interests. Toji’s room was a typical teenage boy’s room—posters from his favourite video games, trophies from his years as a hockey player, his old bass guitar, and his dirt-old PC that he refuses to upgrade. It smells like the menthol vape he chiefs and a hint of his cologne the few times you’ve been inside.

Your living room remained perfect empty for the first four months. After that, you only had a kotatsu and a rug in there. It was only because you had a single guest over for a tutoring session, and you just never put it back up.

The space was perfect—Why? Because it meant Toji could have perfect acoustics.

He doesn’t like playing the guitar, at least not in front of a crowd. As a growing kiddo, his family often criticized his pursuit of arts, pushing him to sports in hopes of wringing some cash out of him. The young Zenin loathed it, but he loved hockey too, so he didn’t argue as much as he should have.

It took him a while to get back in the swing of it, but Toji just thought of it like a bike—once you learn, you don’t ever forget.

Calloused fingers deftly pluck at the thick strings, tones bouncing off the walls and lingering in his ears as he plays along to “Too Much To Ask” by Arctic Monkeys, a band his cousins showed him once upon a time when Toji was in middle school.

The song plays in the background from a bluetooth speaker the ravenette set up on the kitchen counter, creating an ambient, echo-y feel to the apartment as he plays to the song. He knows each note by heart, just like any other “slower” Arctic Monkeys song he’s heard over the years. The matte black bass is snug in Toji’s lap as he lays on the carpet, the lower half of his body scrunched up beneath the kotatsu as he loses himself in the music.

It was moments like this he felt truly at peace.

Sure, Toji Zenin loved being on the ice, but that wasn’t his home. He found home in headphones, in his speakers, and in his bass. After all, how else was the child supposed to ignore the writing on the wall? The constant bickering of his family?

Toji’s refuge lies in the music. He knows that for certain. The world could end right now, and he’d be happy with it. He’s listening to his favourite songs, he’s alone in his apartment hundreds of miles away from them, and he’s playing his instrument—what more could the man ask for?

You.

God, he wants you.

It’s been about a year since you’ve became roommates, having moved in together a week before your first ever year of college began. To be totally transparent, Toji didn’t really give a damn about you back then.

You were just some girl to him. You weren’t special. You were a bio-chemistry major, you work at a bar, and you always came home smelling like booze and some awful mixture of every perfume in the world and whipped cream. You didn’t talk much, not that he ever wanted to talk to you. Hell, Toji couldn’t even tell you what your hair colour was until the second month—that’s how little he saw you!

But last few weeks?

Fuck, all he wants to do is see you.

He recalls the first night, about four and half weeks ago, he saw you. You were making chai and the scent was so intoxicating, he couldn’t help but leave his room to see what you were making and hopefully get a taste.

Toji can picture it now—the dip of your collarbones defined by the homemade off-shoulder t-shirt you cut up, the hem reaching just above your mid-thighs. The sight of your tongue dragging over your bottom lip as you lap at the remnants of the chai you were sipping on, the way you handed him a cup for himself…

The hockey captain remembers the giggles that erupt from your throat as you laugh at some shitty joke he’d make. You had asked him about his academic career, all the things that he’s never really sat down and shared with other people.

You took the time to ask him about his hobbies, his wants, his needs, his inspiration, his favourite food—

Honestly, all these things… he’s never even actually thought of.

All his life, Toji didn’t think that mattered. No one in his life really cared about what he liked, much less what he wanted. To most of the people around him, he’s just a sack of meat that’s damn good at shooting a puck. While he prides himself in his physical prowess, he never thought that it was reasonable to look beyond that—he didn’t really see the point in considering such boring details about himself.

Until you made them so colourful.

The smile on your face when he confessed he really enjoyed to drink ginger ale made something in his soul dance with glee. It felt like—for once in his life—Toji actually had blood pumping in his veins. He felt… warm, like the chai you offered him. If he could, Toji would take a picture of that stupid grin on your face and ask the nearest tattoo artist to ink it into his heart.

You are so beautiful.

He didn’t ever think of girls like that. It was only ever hot or sexy or cute. Never beautiful. I mean, he certainly knows the women he messes around with are beautiful, but he never thinks about it or explicitly says it.

But you? He’ll call you beautiful no matter what. You could be smothered in trash and you’d still be gorgeous to him.

Fuck, he hates getting sappy.

Toji stops playing for a few lines, lost in the memory of you as the music turns into fuzz in the depths of his mind.

What the hell is wrong with me?, the ravenette thinks to himself as he cards a hand through his hair. I don’t date. Why am I thinking about this shit?

You always come home around 10pm on a good night, a wad of tips in your pocket and a takeout bag from Mary’s hanging from your wrist when you step through the door. You’d have a goofy smile on your face as you present the Korean food to him and babble about your night, and he’d listen as he slurps up a mouthful of rappokki. Toji was like a dog, his tail wagging behind him as he listens intently from his seat across from you at the kotatsu.

He’d never admit, but he’d always wait for you to come home so he can see you before he leaves for bed.

Tonight was not a good night, unfortunately.

Whenever Toji was sitting around like a pathetic puppy, he seeks company in his speaker, hence his current position.

Moping around felt so lame.

Is he lame?

…nah.

“I’m home~” your voice cuts through his thoughts, chiming over the music like it was never there at all. The hulk of a man jolts up from the floor, straight as a rod as his gunmetal-blue eyes land on the front door.

There you were, dressed all pretty in your work uniform. The all-black attire made his throat close up as he eyes you up ‘n down.

“Welcome home,” he barely rasps out, having to clear his throat midway. The bass is hugged tight to his broad chest as he watches you kick off your non-slip shoes and saunter over to him with your bag of takeout.

“Music’s so loud, Ji,” you chuckle, sitting down across from him. “Have the neighbours complained?”

“Nah—never,” the captain mumbles as you open the plastic bag to reveal the container of jjajjangmyeon.

“Surprising. Could hear it from the hall on my way down.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s turned low now.”

“So turn it back up, silly.”

“Y’fuck with music like this, doll?”

“Of course. Every stupid teenager has listened to Arctic Monkeys at least once in their life.”

“Pssh, I guess. Probably the basic shit like-“

“505,” the words are said in unison, your voices becoming one for just a moment. The look of realization paints your faces as you were about to hand Toji a pair of disposable chopsticks.

You can barely see it in this dim lighting, but a blush was forming on his cheeks.

He can’t tell you how many times he’s listened to those godforsaken lyrics and thought of you these past few weeks…

“Pfft- glad we’re on the same page,” you muse, popping open the large container. “It’s a good song, though. Classic, really.”

Toji nods in agreement as he splits the chopsticks. “Ye, f’sure…”

“I’m goin’ back to 505~ if it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive~” you mumble out as you serve a portion to Toji on a paper plate that was stuffed into the bag.

Agh, fuck… and he’s definitely thinking of you lyin’ on your side with your hands between your thighs…

It was so corny that he almost thought of just going to bed and ditching dinner, but that meant he’d have less time with you, and god forbid that ever happens. Toji politely takes the plate from you as he tries to shoo away the image of you playing with your puffy clit and mumbling his name into his pillow.

Fuck-! Does he like you or is it just his dick talking!?

No- no… defienitely his dick. He doesn’t really like you. He barely knows you—he thinks.

You’re just his really hot, really gorgeous, really supportive… really sweet… roommate. You’re nothing special.

Toji just likes your face. Y’got pretty tits, a nice style, a cute smile, a sweet voice, dazzling eyes, a great personality…

You’d look pretty nice in a wedding dress…

Wedding?

Fuck- where was he?

“Thanks, doll,” the fool grunts out, snapping out of his daydreams to try and scarf down his food. You nod before the two of you sit in a comfortable silence amidst the music.

His train of thought begins its route to Horny Town when Toji finally settles into the quiet. You’re innocent to his perverted mind as you both slurp up your food, unaware of the vision that is you sprawled out in Toji Zenin’s bed, wearing his jersey while you finger yourself to oblivion.

You know nothing of the uncomfortable tightness in his sweatpants. You don’t know a single thing about this painting of you in Toji’s head—the one where you’re clawing at his back and begging for him to make you his. You don’t imagine yourself giving him a good-luck-fuck in the locker room showers, nor do you see yourself grinding on his kneepads and staining it with your sweet, sticky juices.

But Toji can see it.

and Toji will take this to his grave.

“So, how was your day?” you interrupt his daydream once again, thankfully. The ravenette stops chewing, a comedically loud and cartoonish gulp…! sounding out

“It was- hahck-! fine,” the fool coughs out, clearing his throat into the bend of his elbow. “Just sat aroun’—nothing special.”

“Really? Not even worked out?”

“Nah. Got better things to do.”

“I thought Toji Zenin was the famous campus gymrat.”

The use of his lastname made his stomach churn, making him stop chewing for a split second. He hates hearing that name, but only when it comes from you.

It’s different when his boys call him Zenin. It’s different when they pat his shoulder or shove him in a headlock, chanting his name and praising him for a good game. It’s different…

When you call him Zenin, Toji feels… wrong. Like you’re supposed to call him something else. It’s much too sharp on your tongue, too riddled with an old, heavy history to be said on your soft lips. He hates it—loathes it, even.

But he says nothing.

“Just wanted to play my bass tonight, doll.”

“How come you never play when I’m around, Toji?”

“…” The ravenette has to think for a moment, his chopsticks half-way grabbing onto a thick rice cake slathered in the tteokbokki sauce. “Mm, just… guess I jus’ figured y’didn’t wumma hear all’at, doll.”

“What? I love music, idiot. Why wouldn’t I want to hear it?”

“Dunno—figured a sweet thing like you dun’ got interest in the shit I listen to.”

“What? Toji, I listen to Deftones, too, y’know,” your cheeks inflate with the pout that tugs at your lips. “And I dabble in The Smiths and Green Day.”

You look a little proud as you finish off your statement with a nibble on a piece of fishcake, the red sauce smeering against your lips as you eye him across the table. Toji quirks a brow, trying to come off as impressed which he is to appease you.

“Is this what we call women in male fields?”

“Exactly!” you beam. “We might be more alike than you think, Mr. Zenin.”

The hockey captain has to bite back another grimace, opting to stuff his face with food to ignore the ache in his chest at the sound of his surname rolling off your tongue.

Dinner is comfortably silent after that, the both of you not bothering to clean up in favour of doom-scrolling on your phones. In a stroke of confidence, Toji flicks on his amp once again, playing another Arctic Monkeys track on the bluetooth speaker that lived in the kitchen.

You don’t comment, and he’s thankful for that as he hunches over his bass, plucking at the strings with his thick fingers and scrunching up his nose out of habit—it helps him focus, or something.

He fails to notice anything around him but the music, completely lost in his love for the art and for you.

For you?

…yeah, for you.

He doesn’t notice your eyes on him, your cheek pressed against the tabletop of the kotatsu as you watch him quietly. Toji doesn’t see your lips tug into a warm smile, not when he’s so lost in the music.

Oh, but he focuses when he hears your voice again.

“It’s not like I’m fallin’ love—I just wantcha to do me no good~,” you join in with the tune, standing up and walking over to him. “and y’look like you could.”

Come on, come on, come on~

You tug Toji up to stand at his full height, leaving the bass abandoned on the floor.

Come on, come on, come on- the number one party anthem.

Suddenly, he feels his hands on your waist, your face pressed into his broad chest. The soft warmth of your breath makes his cheeks flush pink as he realizes just how close you are, how sweet your perfume is…

His feet follow yours clumsily for a few split seconds. Toji feels like he has two left feet before he grows confident enough to follow the sway of your hips.

Before the moment’s gone—the number one party anthem.

“The look of love,” you hum along to the song, your lips moving against the thin fabric of his shirt. “-the rush of blood.”

“The ‘she’s with me’’s the Gallic shrug,” Toji follows, the lyrics rolling off his tongue with practiced ease.

“The shutterbugs-“

“The Camera Plus-“

“The black ‘n white, the colour dodge…”

Every word is sang in unison even though they don’t harmonize perfectly. Toji finds solace in the hair on your head, muffling his self-proclaimed horrible singing into the soft texture as he holds you close to him. Hearts drum together, almost matching the tempo of the song despite the nervousness that Toji was currently experiencing.

You’re so warm.

Toji doesn’t want this to end.

He wants this to be his forever.

The nerdy, chemist-turned-anthropologist roommate, now his crush.

God, what is he? A teenage boy?

Ah, well, he is nineteen.

He shoos the thoughts away—he has better things to focus on. Like, the curve of your hips beneath his hands, your breath fanning up to his collarbones, or the way he wants to kiss you.

Needs to kiss you.

But this is enough.

This is all he wants—all he needs.

This is his forever, he just doesn’t know it yet, but the way your hands clutch at his shirt so tight behind him is all he needed to confirm that.

If only he noticed that sooner. Maybe the poor fool would have confessed a lot earlier.

idk kashi said i needed to post this so i did

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personally4runa · 7 days ago

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jjk characters college au headcanons

characters: choso kamo, hiromi higuruma, kento nanami, mei mei, ryomen sukuna, satoru gojo, shoko ieiri, suguru geto, takuma ino, toji fushiguro, utahime iori, yuki tsukumo, and yu haibara

CHOSO KAMO

major: psychology

• choso is that mysterious upperclassman people whisper about but don’t really know. he’s always seen alone or with a very small circle, never making unnecessary conversation.

• some people are intimidated by his serious expression, but in reality, he’s just deep in thought most of the time. those who do get to know him realize he’s incredibly kind and protective.

• he’s the kind of student who takes his studies seriously, not because he cares about grades but because he values knowledge. he has an old-school approach to studying— handwritten notes, library research, and a preference for quiet over digital distractions.

• he has a small, quiet off-campus apartment that feels more like a sanctuary than a student’s place. it’s tidy, minimalist, and filled with sentimental objects, like old books, photos, or little things that remind him of his brothers.

• his fridge is always stocked with homemade meals, and he prefers cooking over eating out.

• he spends a lot of time in quiet places— bookstores, parks, or the campus greenhouse. he enjoys activities that keep him grounded, like painting, journaling, or practicing meditation.

• he also has a strong interest in martial arts and trains regularly, though he doesn’t brag about it.

• he’s not one for parties or big social gatherings, but if his closest friends ask, he’ll go— mostly to keep an eye on them.

• he’s the guy who stands off to the side, arms crossed, silently observing but ready to step in if needed. he doesn’t make small talk, but when he speaks, it’s always something insightful or meaningful.

• professors respect him because he’s a serious student, though they wish he participated more. he listens intently in class but rarely raises his hand.

• when he does speak, his answers are so well-thought-out that the entire class goes silent. some professors think he’s intimidating; others recognize that he’s just reserved.

• he has a deep, soothing voice that makes people listen when he speaks.

HIROMI HIGURUMA

major: political science/pre-law

• hiromi is well-respected but not overly social. he’s the guy people go to for advice— whether it’s about legal studies or just life in general.

• some students fear him because of his serious demeanor, but once you actually talk to him, he’s incredibly fair and thoughtful. he’s got that "tough but kind" vibe that makes people trust him immediately.

• he’s always at the top of his class, but not because he wants recognition— he just genuinely believes in what he’s studying. he’s the guy who finishes exams early but sits there, double-checking his answers while everyone else struggles.

• he has a neat, quiet off-campus apartment that looks surprisingly cozy. his space is filled with law books, neatly organized files, and just enough personal touches— probably a few framed photos, a well-stocked liquor cabinet, and an expensive coffee maker.

• his place is never messy, but you can tell when he’s stressed because legal briefs start piling up on his desk

• when he’s not buried in legal cases, he enjoys classical music, fine whiskey, and quiet nights reading. he has a lowkey love for noir films and classic literature.

• he’s the type to stay up late working on a case brief but will still wake up at 6 am sharp the next morning.

• he has a habit of going to bars alone just to sit in a corner, sip his drink, and think about life. if he’s really stressed, he’ll take a long drive at night while listening to jazz or old rock.

• he’s not a party guy. you won’t find him at wild events, but if he does go, he’s the one quietly observing, sipping his drink, and making sharp but insightful comments about people’s behavior.

• he prefers small, intimate gatherings where discussions actually mean something. that said, if someone drags him to a party, he’ll tolerate it— but don’t expect him to dance or do anything ridiculous.

• professors adore him because he’s brilliant, respectful, and actually engages in meaningful discussions. he’s the student they trust to handle debates maturely and lead group discussions without turning them into chaos.

KENTO NANAMI

major: finance

• nanami is respected, not feared or idolized. everyone knows he’s insanely competent, but he doesn’t go out of his way to stand out.

• he’s the guy students ask for help with coursework, but he will not let you copy his work— he believes in earning your grades. professors trust him to lead group projects, and he’s the sole reason some people pass certain classes.

• he definitely tutors struggling students, but only if they’re serious about learning.

• he’s the type of student who has his entire academic career planned out to the letter. he takes meticulous notes, sits in the same spot every class, and actually reads the syllabus.

• his gpa is flawless, but it’s not because he enjoys studying— it’s just efficient to do well.

• he lives off-campus in a clean, well-organized apartment with modern furniture and precisely one personal touch— probably a nice coffee setup or a bookshelf stacked with actually good literature.

• his place is never messy, and he has a strict routine for cleaning. his fridge is full of actual food (no instant ramen here), and he cooks proper meals like a fully functional adult.

• nanami unwinds with quiet hobbies— reading or listening to jazz while drinking real coffee (not the burnt cafeteria sludge).

• he secretly enjoys baking but won’t admit it because it’s "not practical."

• he goes to the gym, but not for fun— just because it’s necessary. he also enjoys quality entertainment— classic films, well-written novels, and actual music, not the overplayed stuff on the radio.

• he’s not anti-social, but he does have a low tolerance for nonsense. he has a small, close-knit group of friends he actually trusts.

• he goes to parties maybe twice a year, and when he does, he immediately regrets it. he’s the guy standing in the corner with a drink, watching chaos unfold, and making scathing remarks under his breath.

• he refuses to drink cheap beer—if he’s drinking, it’s going to be good alcohol.

• professors adore him. he’s the student they wish all their other students were like. he submits assignments early, leads class discussions, and actually cares about learning.

• he’s probably the type to debate professors respectfully when he disagrees with something. if a professor is incompetent, though? he’ll silently judge them for eternity.

MEI MEI

major: business administration

• mei mei is famous on campus. she’s known for being gorgeous, brilliant, and ruthless when it comes to money.

• she never does anything for free— need tutoring? pay up. want a favor? what’s in it for her?

• she’s the type of student who doesn’t waste time with unnecessary coursework. she excels in every class but never overworks herself— she does the bare minimum required to get top grades and makes it look effortless.

• she’s the student who somehow always has the right answers but rarely ever looks like she’s paying attention.

• mei mei lives off-campus in a luxurious apartment that looks straight out of an interior design magazine. everything is sleek, modern, and expensive. she has zero clutter, an actual wine collection (despite still being in college), and a ridiculously comfortable bed.

• she’s never in a rush— her mornings are smooth and aesthetic, and she somehow always arrives places looking flawless.

• her entire mindset is "i have all the time in the world."

• she definitely has side hustles— investing in stocks, flipping designer items for profit, or even casually running a secret gambling ring on campus.

• she enjoys expensive hobbies like high-stakes poker, fine dining, and traveling for no reason. she also loves making money in the easiest way possible— if she can get paid for doing nothing, she will.

• mei mei is always invited to parties, but she only shows up if it benefits her. if she’s at an event, she’s chilling in vip, drinking top-shelf liquor, and watching other people make a mess of themselves.

• she doesn’t actively seek out friends, but people gravitate toward her. she prefers intelligent company— if you bore her, she’ll immediately lose interest.

• professors respect her, but she’s also deeply frustrating because she rarely puts in visible effort. she’s the student who negotiates grades, convinces professors to curve exams in her favor, and somehow always gets extensions without anyone questioning it.

• she never does emotional labor for free— if you’re venting to her, you owe her something later.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

major: history

• sukuna is infamous. everyone knows of him, but few actually know him. some fear him, some admire him, and some want him (even though they know it’s a bad idea).

• he’s the type of guy who walks into a room, and the entire atmosphere shifts. professors loathe him because he’s too smart for his own good, but they can’t technically fail him because he’s always right.

• he’s annoyingly brilliant— aces every class without trying, writes ruthless essays, and argues with professors just to prove them wrong. he rarely takes notes, yet he remembers everything, and if he ever does write something down, it’s probably just to mock the lecture.

• he could charm anyone if he tried, but he enjoys being feared instead.

• he has a sleek, expensive off-campus apartment that looks straight out of a luxury magazine— dark aesthetic, minimalist furniture, and not a single speck of dust. everything in his space is either expensive, dangerous, or both.

• his kitchen? barely used. his bedroom? looks like a villain’s lair. his couch? somehow the most comfortable thing you’ll ever sit on.

• he has expensive hobbies— high-stakes poker, fine whiskey tasting, maybe even fencing just to flex. he’s into classic literature but will never admit it.

• if he’s not reading, he’s either at the gym casually lifting twice his body weight or going on reckless, borderline illegal night drives.

• sukuna does not do small talk. if you’re not interesting, you don’t exist to him. he doesn’t have “friends” in the traditional sense— more like acquaintances he tolerates or people who amuse him.

• if he does like you, though, you’re protected— not because he’s sentimental, but because you’re his, and he doesn’t share.

• he never loses bets. if he does lose, he definitely cheated.

• every professor hates how effortlessly brilliant he is. he corrects them in lectures, ignores deadlines but still submits flawless work, and only participates in discussions to intellectually humiliate someone.

• some fear his presence in their class because they know he’ll challenge them.

• he always smells expensive— think deep, musky cologne with hints of spice.

SATORU GOJO

major: theoretical physics

• gojo is legendary. everyone knows him, whether because of his ridiculous antics, insane intelligence, or sheer charisma.

• he’s ridiculously smart but never takes class seriously. he’s the student who barely shows up, flirts with professors for fun, and still somehow gets top grades. his essays are either brilliant or completely off-topic because he got bored and started rambling.

• if he’s losing an argument, he’ll just switch to a completely different topic to confuse everyone.

• he has a high-end off-campus apartment because there’s no way he’s dealing with dorm life.

• his place is way too nice for a college student— minimalist but stylish, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a fully stocked fridge (except he mostly orders takeout). he has a collection of expensive sunglasses, and his bed is obnoxiously big for no reason.

• he has an obscene amount of money for a college student, but no one knows why or how.

• he spends his free time causing chaos— pulling pranks, sweet-talking his way out of trouble, and randomly deciding to start new hobbies just to master them effortlessly.

• he’s really into arcade games, expensive desserts, and photography (but he only takes dramatic, artsy pictures of himself and his friends). he’s also weirdly into conspiracy theories— not because he believes them, but because he finds them entertaining.

• he will absolutely buy expensive desserts for his friends "just because."

• gojo is everywhere. he’s at every party, every event, and somehow in every social circle. he’s the type to befriend both the most popular people on campus and the quietest nerd in the library.

• at parties, he’s either dancing on a table, starting a drinking contest, or dramatically announcing his presence like a celebrity. he never gets blackout drunk— he’s always the one causing the chaos, not suffering from it.

• he never waits in lines— he just charms his way to the front.

• professors despise how naturally gifted he is because he never takes anything seriously. he’s the type to argue with them for fun, correct their mistakes, or write an entire essay about how their syllabus is boring. some admire his intellect, while others just want him to shut up for five minutes.

SHOKO IEIRI

major: biology/pre-med

• shoko is the chill but scary smart girl. she’s laid-back, sarcastic, and gives off an effortlessly cool vibe. people know of her but don’t approach unless necessary because she looks perpetually exhausted.

• she’s the go-to person for medical advice— half the student body has probably asked her for help with random injuries or hangovers.

• she’s terrifyingly good at diagnosing people just by looking at them.

• she has a small off-campus apartment that’s mostly clean but has a permanent "organized chaos" vibe—half-empty coffee cups, scattered medical textbooks, and a pile of scrubs that she swears she’s going to fold.

• she has a cat that just showed up at her apartment one day, and now they’re roommates.

• she barely spends time at home since she’s always at the library, the lab, or sleeping in random places on campus.

• if she does have time off, she’s either smoking outside a coffee shop, watching true crime documentaries, or napping.

• she has a morbid sense of humor and enjoys dissecting medical cases like it’s light reading. she also has a soft spot for stray animals and will 100% stop to pet any cat she sees.

• if you text her with a medical question at 3 am, she will answer it correctly but also judge you.

• she barely goes to parties, but when she does, she’s the one holding a drink in one hand and tending to someone’s drunken injury with the other.

• she’s friends with gojo and geto by default but pretends to be exhausted by their antics (even though she secretly enjoys them). she’s the friend who texts "bring water" at 2 am and then disappears for a week.

• she gives the best advice but in the most unserious way possible.

• professors love her intelligence but wish she’d apply herself more. she’s the student who disappears for weeks, then shows up and gets the highest score on the exam.

• she has a reputation for being blunt— if a professor says something dumb, she will call them out, but only if she’s in the mood.

SUGURU GETO

major: theology

• geto is an enigmatic intellectual— the type of person who speaks once in class and leaves everyone rethinking their entire worldview. he’s well-respected but keeps his social circle small.

• some students are lowkey intimidated by him, while others admire his wisdom and composure. he has a quiet but undeniable presence wherever he goes.

• he writes insanely well and can turn in a last-minute paper that sounds like a published thesis.

• he has a minimalist off-campus apartment that’s almost too clean, with shelves full of philosophy books and a neatly arranged tea set. He keeps his space serene, like a personal sanctuary.

• everything is in its place, but there’s a stillness to his apartment that makes people feel like they shouldn’t disturb it.

• he enjoys reading, meditation, and really long walks where he just thinks. he’s deeply interested in different cultures, philosophies, and spiritual practices, and he will have a long discussion with anyone willing to engage.

• he prefers tea over coffee but will graciously accept a high-quality espresso.

• he also enjoys traditional tea ceremonies, calligraphy, and subtly flexing his knowledge of obscure topics.

• he’s not a party person, but he’ll go if the right people invite him. he prefers deep conversations over mindless socializing, so if he’s at an event, he’s in a quiet corner having a profound discussion while sipping tea or whiskey.

• he has a habit of standing on balconies and looking unnecessarily dramatic while lost in thought.

• professors admire his intellect but sometimes feel like he’s too insightful. he’s the student who challenges the class material in a way that makes everyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

• some professors genuinely enjoy his perspective, while others don’t know how to handle his quiet, piercing observations.

• he gives the best advice, but only if he actually thinks you need it.

• he’s a silent but deadly presence in debates— he’ll let others argue, then quietly dismantle their entire point with a single sentence

TAKUMA INO

major: communications

• ino is the underdog everyone loves. he’s friendly, loud, and always trying his best— sometimes too hard. he’s the type of guy who gets involved in everything— sports, clubs, random student events— but never actually commits long-term.

• people like him because he’s genuinely a good guy and is always down to help out (even if he has no idea what he��s doing).

• he’s the guy who tries really hard in class but isn’t necessarily top-tier academically. he takes decent notes, studies at the last minute, and somehow manages to scrape by.

• he’s always determined to do better but gets easily distracted by literally anything more interesting than his textbooks.

• he has a notebook full of terrible pickup lines.

• he definitely shares an on-campus apartment with at least one roommate, and their place is chaotic but functional. there’s always a broken chair, a fridge full of leftover takeout, and a gaming console permanently hooked up to the tv.

• his room? messy but livable— random clothes everywhere, half-drunk energy drinks on his desk, but somehow he knows where everything is.

• he’s obsessed with the gym and probably does some kind of martial arts on the side. if he’s not training, he’s either gaming, watching action movies, or failing miserably at cooking.

• he tries to meal prep but always ends up just eating ramen instead. he also gets way too invested in fantasy football or any kind of competitive game.

• he genuinely believes that protein shakes and energy drinks count as "a real meal."

• ino is the guy you call when you need a last-minute wingman. he’s at every party, every game night, and somehow gets along with everyone.

• he loves being around people, even if they tease him for being a bit of a himbo. he’s the type to hype up his friends, carry drunk people home, and absolutely lose his mind over karaoke.

• he gets way too competitive over dumb things, like rock-paper-scissors.

• professors like him because he participates and actually tries, even if he’s not the best student. he’s the guy who raises his hand to answer a question but gets it slightly wrong— but everyone appreciates the effort.

• some professors pity him because he clearly stresses over exams but never fully prepares.

• if he loses a bet, he fully commits to whatever embarrassing thing he has to do.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

major: business

• toji is that guy— half the school doesn’t believe he’s actually a student, and the other half wants to be him or be with him. he’s the shady upperclassman people whisper about, the guy who never shows up to class but somehow gets credit.

• professors hate him, but there’s nothing they can do because he technically meets the minimum requirements. some suspect he makes money through illegal means— which… they’re not wrong.

• he never studies, barely shows up to class, and still somehow passes— either through luck, bribery, or ridiculous test-taking skills.

• toji refuses to deal with dorm life. he either rents a cheap apartment or crashes with someone when he’s between places. his living space is minimalist by necessity— a mattress on the floor, a mini fridge stocked with beer and takeout, and one chair that’s definitely stolen from campus.

• he doesn’t need a fancy place— he spends most of his time anywhere but home.

• toji always has a hustle— gambling, underground fights, fixing things (for a price), or finding things people lost (also for a price).

• he has a gambling addiction but refuses to admit it.

• if he’s not working the system, he’s at the gym, betting on something shady, or sleeping (because this man is chronically exhausted from his questionable lifestyle).

• he doesn’t have "friends"— he has connections. people know him, people owe him, and people fear him. if he does let someone close, it’s because they’re useful or entertaining.

• he doesn’t go to parties— he runs them. if he does show up, it’s purely to make money, cause trouble, or steal someone’s date.

• professors hate him. he’s smart enough to pass but lazy enough to frustrate every professor who knows he could do better. he never shows up to office hours, barely participates, and has probably gotten into multiple arguments with faculty members.

• the only reason they haven’t kicked him out is because they can’t prove he’s doing anything wrong.

UTAHIME IORI

major: education

• utahime is the reliable upperclassman— the kind of person professors trust and underclassmen go to for advice. she’s well-liked but also has a zero tolerance policy for nonsense.

• she’s the one who tries to keep things orderly in chaotic situations (like when gojo inevitably does something dumb), but it doesn’t always work.

• she’s a hardworking and responsible student who actually studies ahead of time (unlike some of her chaotic friends). she takes meticulous notes, color-codes everything, and is probably the unofficial mom of every group project she’s in.

• she has perfect handwriting, and people always ask to borrow her notes.

• she has a cozy off-campus apartment with a warm aesthetic— think soft lighting, scented candles, and way too many blankets. her place is always tidy, and she’s the type to invite friends over for tea rather than go out to loud parties.

• she has a tea collection that could rival an actual café’s inventory.

• she definitely has a cute little balcony garden where she takes care of plants like they’re her children.

• she loves music and probably plays an instrument (piano or violin, most likely). in her free time, she enjoys reading, visiting cafés, and going to quiet nature spots to relax.

• she’s the type to stress-bake, meaning her friends always have access to homemade treats.

• she also stress-cleans when she’s overwhelmed— if you walk into her apartment and it smells like lemon-scented cleaner, she’s definitely frustrated.

• she’s not a party girl but will attend events only if she trusts the people there. if she does go to a party, she’s the responsible one making sure no one does anything too stupid.

• she’s the friend who remembers everyone’s birthdays and plans thoughtful surprises.

• professors love her because she’s responsible, respectful, and takes her studies seriously. she’s the kind of student who asks insightful questions and actually cares about what she’s learning. if a professor is unfair, though, she will call them out (politely but firmly).

YUKI TSUKUMO

major: anthropology

• yuki is that upperclassman— legendary, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down. she’s known for showing up to class once every two weeks but still acing everything.

• if there’s a student protest, she’s leading it. some people worship her, others think she’s too much, but everyone knows her name.

• she’s banned from certain campus events for stirring up too much chaos.

• she’s insanely smart but does not follow traditional academic rules. she’s the type to write a brilliant essay at the last second while sipping a drink at a bar.

• she has a loft-style off-campus apartment that looks like it belongs to an eccentric genius— random books scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lying around, and somehow, it all works.

• her fridge is mostly empty except for beer, instant ramen, and one healthy thing she forgot about weeks ago.

• she’s always traveling, hiking, or getting involved in some wild adventure. she’s the type to randomly disappear for a weekend trip without telling anyone.

• she loves motorcycles and probably works on one in her free time. if she’s not outside, she’s either deep-diving into conspiracy theories or passionately debating something over drinks.

• she will offer people rides on her motorcycle just to freak them out.

• yuki has zero social anxiety and can talk to anyone. she’s the type to crash a random group’s table at a café and somehow leave with three new friends.

• she’s always at the center of fun, whether it’s an underground party, a debate club event, or a spontaneous road trip. if you hang out with her, expect chaos.

• she always has the best stories, like "that one time i accidentally joined a secret rave in another country."

• most professors are deeply frustrated by her because she refuses to conform to their academic expectations. others recognize her genius and just let her do whatever she wants.

• she’s the student who writes an entire research paper challenging the class material and somehow gets an a.

• she’s impossible to beat in a debate— she thrives on proving people wrong.

• if she calls you at 2 am, it’s either for a life-changing conversation or because she’s about to drag you into something ridiculous.

YU HAIBARA

major: kinesiology

• haibara is the social butterfly of campus. he’s friends with everyone—from professors to the random guy who sits in the back of the lecture hall.

• he’s the type to remember baristas’ names, help people move their stuff, and always have an extra pen for classmates. people love him because he radiates warmth and positivity.

• he’s the kind of student who genuinely enjoys learning and makes class fun for everyone. he’s not a straight-a student, but he tries his best and makes up for it with enthusiasm.

• he’s the guy who shows up to class with a coffee, a big smile, and zero notes, yet still somehow manages to pass.

• he always has gum, snacks, or a spare charger on him.

• he shares a lively on-campus apartment with at least one roommate— his place always has something going on, whether it’s a game night, random people stopping by, or just music playing in the background.

• his room is messy in a controlled chaos way— laundry in a pile, books scattered, but he swears he knows where everything is.

• he’s super active and probably part of multiple clubs— sports teams, volunteer organizations, or even student government (not because he’s super political but because he likes people).

• he has zero sense of direction but refuses to admit it, so he always gets lost on campus.

• he’s the type to randomly drag his friends on outdoor adventures, like hiking or spontaneous road trips. he also definitely watches dumb reality tv and gets way too emotionally invested.

• haibara is the life of the party— he’ll drag you onto the dance floor, challenge someone to a friendly drinking game, and somehow make friends with everyone by the end of the night.

• he’s the guy who hypes you up at karaoke and makes sure no one feels left out. he sings horribly but will still belt out songs with full confidence.

• if you text him "i’m sad," he will show up at your door with snacks and bad jokes.

• professors love him because he’s genuinely engaged in class. even if he’s not the best student, he makes discussions fun and actually cares about learning.

• he’s the one who gets participation points just for making the class laugh. some professors wish he took things a little more seriously, but they can’t dislike him.

• he gives the best pep talks and hypes up his friends constantly.

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