Nerdjo - College AU!

"Satoru, we're having a concert on Saturday."

The lecture hall was quiet, people were either leaving or just now joining due to changes in schedules.

Satoru had been here since morning, studying for an upcoming exam. He needed the extra time, especially since, for some odd reason, he couldn't understand the material.

Usually he was like a sponge with information, understanding it like it was 2+2.

But now? He was struggling, and it was pissing him off.

When he heard his best friends voice, he jolted out of his head before slamming the book shut, startling Suguru. "Sorry I was busy," his tone was something of pure annoyance.

"I can see that," Suguru muttered before sitting next to the man, who had slumped his head down on the desk, his glasses going askew as he let out a loud groan, loud enough for people around to hear.

He shoved his textbook towards Suguru and opened it before shoving a finger at the equation like it offended him, "Help me. I'm not wrong am I?!"

Suguru glanced at the equation before slowly closing it with a small 'thump' "Satoru, I'm in music theory, not calculus."

The white haired man let out an indignant whine before he took it back, "This shit is impossible! When did the professor change the curriculum?!"

Suguru pushed his hair back and let out a heavy exhale, "Maybe," he drawled out before pushing up Satoru's glasses, "You're not the smartest anymore."

Satoru looked at Suguru like he slapped him, "Excuse me?" He looked utterly offended, his eyes widened in astonishment and he let out a scoff, "I have won nationals! I think I'm . . . "

Suguru raised an eyebrow before leaning back in his seat and flicking Satoru's forehead, "You're smart, don't worry. But . . ."

Satoru's frown morphed into a pout before he crossed his arms, "Shut it."

Suguru let out a delighted laugh before leaning forward again, "ANYWAYS. Satoru, I'm inviting you to my band concert on Saturday. It won't hurt to leave your room."

Satoru watched his best friend, those stupid piercings adorning his face and ears showed off how much he was into the punk genre. He let out a huff of air and leaned on his palm. "No. I need to study."

"I'll get you a Digimon figure."

Satoru froze. His fingers stilling on the textbook. His eyes were filled with keen interest as he glanced sideways at Suguru, ". . . The limited edition one?"

"The limited edition one."

He bit his lip at Suguru's response before letting out a heavy exhale, "Fine! I'll go. Only for the figure."

Suguru chuckled before standing up, "Uh-huh."

---

The day came and when Satoru arrived to the club, the outside seemed . . .

Dinky. Trashy. Like a small hole in the wall.

No one would suspect it was a club or anything.

He waited outside after texting Suguru he was there and saw his best friend peek his head out, his face lighting up as he saw Satoru.

"Hey, you came!"

Satoru had a sweater along with some sweatpants on, an oversized digimon shirt along with some sneakers he had found under his bed.

Suguru went deadpan, "Really man?"

Satoru bristled before crossing his arms, "Hey- I tried, okay? I just . . ."

"You don't know how to style?"

Satoru's lip went into a small pout before he looked away, ". . .maybe."

Suguru rolled his eyes before dragging Satoru inside the club, emitting a yelp from the man.

Once inside Satoru glanced around, "It's pretty empty."

"That's because we're not in the back."

Satoru froze at Suguru's response before the last thing he remembered was being in a small room and then peeking past.

They went through a hallway and there was a door at the end of the hall, Suguru unlocked it and there were beads. Until the sound of a guitar strumming an insane riff escaped the room.

Satoru walked past the beads and let out a small surprised gasp.

The club was BUSY.

At least a few hundred to a thousand people.

The lights were flashing red and black and so many different colors that someone with epilepsy could have a fucking seizure.

Everyone was screaming as the people on stage continued to work.

Satoru felt the music like a physical force, it was pressing down on him like a ton and it felt amazing.

People were screaming along the lyrics and moving along with the music, there were light sticks everywhere and Satoru swore his ears were being attacked by pure punk rock and metal.

But he didn't mind it. Not one bit. If anything it made his heart race and his body feel much more restless than it had ever been or as much as he'd ever felt before.

He couldn't even hear himself, and that was part of the experience.

Suguru grabbed his hands again before bringing him all the way to the front. His breath hitched as he saw Suguru leave and go to to back

The band on stage ended their song and people were still cheering but it gradually got quieter.

He heard the others come on and saw everyone come up on stage.

First, his best friend, Suguru, the lead singer.

Sukuna, the guitarist. Satoru had seen him around before, there were rumors he had killed a man yet no one knew.

Shoko, he had met Shoko before. Satoru and her girlfriend, Utahime, never liked each other, in fact there was some sort of hate between them.

*Then. . . *

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The drummer.

Satoru swore his heart stopped. They were the most stunning person he had ever seen.

Their beauty was something unreal, Satoru didn't know how to react.

His chest heaved with heavy exhale and he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly questioning his fashion choices

Suguru's voice rang out through the club.

Satoru watched the entire thing still.

The music pressed down on him again, like a physical weight he couldn't exactly touch but something he had to feel, he had to understand and experience

And boy, he was experiencing emotions he had never felt anymore. The music rang through his ears like a fucking gunshot and it was amazing.

Satoru watched in awe, the beauty and notes all combining together into something so astounding, so mesmerizing, that he couldn't even describe.

He didn't notice his nose was bleeding from the pure adrenaline until it was done.

He didn't even realize it was finished because he was in daze.

Suguru's band got off stage and he stumbled forward and let out a gasp of air he didn't even know he was holding.

What the fuck was that?! No way that happened! And who was that person on stage?!

He felt a tap in his shoulder and gasped before looking sideways, he saw Suguru with a small smug smile on his face.

"Told you you would enjoy it."

Satoru looked at Suguru, not even caring about the smug smile before shaking his best friend's shoulders aggressively, "Holy shit man! You never told me you could play like THAT!"

He gestured to the stage wildly and felt blood drip down his lip, he froze, his tongue darting out to taste, he didn't even realize he was bleeding.

Suguru fixed his hair and pat Satoru's shoulder, "Alright nerd. Let's go get you a napkin," he muttered before leading Satoru to the back in a daze.

Satoru accidentally bumped into a few people before they made it to the back and the man sat on the couch, holding his head up high so no more blood started leaking

"You okay?"

An unfamiliar voice rang out and he raised an eyebrow

He let his head down and froze. Suguru had left to go get a napkin and drink for Satoru.

But he hadn't expected {{user}} to be here. His face turned into a brilliant red and more blood dripped down his voice before his voice cracked, "Yeah! Fine."

What a shitty response.