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there were many things megumi had to learn about greek life; apparently one of them was how their frats largest mixer of the year was just as much of an excuse to miss studying for mid-terms as was coming down with the common flu. at least, according to megumi’s brothers in the frat it was intense, engaging work. (if you considered ordering kegs, financing large shipments of alcohol, and assembling shitty lawn decor as ‘incapacitating labor’.)
nonetheless, it never became out of the ordinary for him to be an oddball amongst the sports medicine, finance, and marketing majors in his fraternity.
majoring in journalism actually provided him immense insight. half a semester of both intro to psychology and investigative journalism gave him the upper hand to over-examine lives of the people he was too socially awkward to approach. which was the majority of the population on campus.
with acknowledgment of his slight disadvantage at social interaction it was a solid strategy to join a frat, expand his horizons. while in this case his research aligned with an intermediate basis of knowledge; credible to the various functions he has attended thus far into his freshman year.
what he had curated from all of this was how he still had zero clue for how people were allotted space into the university. seriously, these people were incredibly stupid in terms of high-school graduation requirements.
just to let you know that the bar was already that low, and all megumi could do was be astutely dumbfounded by the amount of unawareness facilitating around him. i mean, not that he complained in terms of the romantic aspects of his life; where people were clueless to its whereabouts.
sure, megumi had the occasional high-school girlfriend. truthfully, he didn’t like any of them beyond the label. it was cruel, he knew that. that’s why when he did ‘date’, he kept it to a minimum in shed of his empathy and mainly guilt or fear of genuinely hurting a poor girls feelings.
however, the girls he got with were the ones who wanted something with no strings attached. ones who sought maturity and often lacked attention from a male father figure. usually, it was the standard hookup. rarely something that lasted beyond a month or two. which didn’t particularly make himself feel better about the circumstances of where he confided for love. especially when he knew that sexual gratification from a women only sufficed for the moment at hand. like— like an important part was missing.
anyway, the important thing about joining the fraternity was that questioning parts of his sexual orientation weren’t entirely uncommon. it was neither frowned upon nor encouraged. meaning he had seen the occasional man frequent gojo satoru’s door in the middle of the night. megumi was the last person you would ever catch mentioning that to the rest of the boys… so why it was so hard for him to act on his own feelings?
he had not found a willing participant to ‘experiment’ with.
okay, ew, he felt gross admitting that fact. but it was true.
maybe. just maybe would he be able to find someone capable of catching his attention.