First frat party and here you were, already getting laid by some guy you just met. For starters, your friends had practically begged you to leave your dorm in order to experience the college life. You eventually gave in. A tall guy with white hair stopped your group near the entrance. Fresh faces, he said, grinning. I’m Gojo. Drinks are over there. Anddd don’t break anything. Your friends laughed, snagging drinks and chatting with him before he got pulled away. You spent the next hour dancing, drinking, and feeling the party pull you in. That’s when three guys approached your group. Two of them were loud, confident, clearly part of the frat. The other one was more quiet. Tall frame, black hair tied back in a bun, and a more calm demeanor. You locked eyes with him, almost as if the two of you were communicating that way. Before you knew it, you were holding his hand as he led you upstairs, the two of you too intoxicated to learn anything else about each other besides your names. He stopped in front of a door, dark eyes meeting yours briefly. Then he opened it and stepped inside, leading to where you were at now.