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You didn't understand it at first. You think it might be because of the fact he helps you study, or maybe it's the way he shares his food with you when he would normally gobble everything up in one go if he could.

You probably think you're special because of that, huh? You almost came to that conclusion. Until you saw him help his best friend with his own studies too. The food he'd give you? It's only because Geto told him to give it. Though, for some odd reason you ended up with a crush! A big crush that doesn't have any proper explanation whatsoever! It's stupid and you know it!

He's so out of your league and you doubt he even looks at you that way. He displays a tinge of indifference towards you whenever you're around him while the others are present. He goes quiet when it's just the two of you too, as if he's bored when a moment forces you both to be in a spot together. Yet, here you are having overwhelming feelings for him that keeps you awake at night.

Your heart is aching right now. You'd assume the answer is heart failure if the real reason for it wasn't located at a distance from where you sit on the field. Drinking a juice box with the second best flavor (in your opinion) from the vending machine. Your elbows stay propped up on your lap, supporting your head while your gaze lingers to the white haired man who happens to be training with his best buddy. You can see them arguing from a distance, although you can barely make out what they're saying. 

He's sweating. His hair sticking to his forehead, the sunlight reflecting on his cheeks. Normally no one would notice from where you sit. But you're weirdly fixated on his features to the point you almost notice every detail of him.

That's creepy. 

Then again, who wouldn't be fixated? His features are godsend. Unique eyes that replicate the sky, dashing white hair that rivals the snow, and on top of all that a handsome face. You doubt anyone can compete with him in terms of looks. If he wasn't a sorcerer, he should try modeling. He'd make it big.

His looks aren't the reason you fell though, that's what makes it frustrating. There's something about him, you just can't pinpoint what. Yes, he's good looking, but you're not that shallow to the point where you'd have a deep crush over someone's appearance.

You sigh, pushing the thoughts away. Standing up from your spot, legs feeling a bit heavy now that weight is present. Your juice is empty again, you need another one.

You made your way to the vending machine, footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. You prepare your coins in your hand while the other stays empty.

Just when you arrive at the rectangular metal box, your mind flashes images of him. 

Get away, damn it! 

You try to avert your attention, an attempt to stray away from any thoughts of him. Seriously, your heart can't stop beating from all these imaginary scenarios!

Like, how he'd hold your hand while you two go shopping together, even have a date at a cafe while you both are at it. Buying you your favorites on the menu no matter the price. He's probably the type to give gifts! Something he knows you'll definitely like.

Yeah, those thoughts are eating at you. Not because you dread them, but because you want that to happen. So bad, actually.

You hear the sound of footsteps approaching you, breaking you from your inner mind for a moment. You look up to see who the culprit is, and what a pleasant surprise it's Shoko. You consider her to be your closest in this batch, despite her not being the social or expressive type.

“You've been standing there for a while now.” Her hand points to your hand. The subject is unmoving, positioned to put coins in the slot, but it stays hanging between your fingers instead. 

“Ah.” You let out. Finally pushing the coin inside the machine. Your digits pressing on the buttons for your ideal drink.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off your awkward stance. “Sorry, I was deep in thought.”

“Of what?” She tilts her head, arms crossing. For once in your time together she shows genuine curiosity for you. 

You stay silent, contemplating whether to tell her or not. You move to the side, letting her take the next turn of getting a drink.

“Um…”

“Uh-huh?”

You think you should say it, you can trust her, after all. She won't snitch and plus, what's the worst thing she can do? Laugh at you? That's so immature!

“I was thinking about Gojo.” You blurt out in the midst of her entering her drink number. Her eyes widen just so slightly, though noticeable to your keen eyes. “In a ‘he did something wrong’ way, or a different way?”

“A crush way.”

“Ew,” her face contorts as she cringes, “Seriously?”

The sound of a metal can dropping announces itself, along with a look of disgust. She takes her drink from the machine, opening it as soon as she gets the fizzy substance. “I had my suspicions, but the confirmation of it makes me want to puke. Blegh.” Her eyes roll, not taking this seriously.

This reaction is worse than you thought. Now you feel ashamed for even having these feelings over a man like him.

“Sorry?” Your face scrunches, your brows furrowed. “I can't control what I feel?”

“You should learn how to. Starting from now. Get over him, there are better people out there.” 

You scoff, but nevertheless she's right. There's a huge problem though; you can't do it.

Falling out of love is harder than falling in love. At first you thought it was a simple infatuation, but turns out to be bigger than that. Gojo hasn't done anything to make you feel outright hatred for him. No matter what you do it can't simply go away like wiping a smudged window in your bedroom. Having a damp cloth polish the transparent display can't be something comparable and easy as love.

“I've tried, but…” Your lips purse for a split second, as if that would help you explain. “...I don't know how to. It keeps coming back no matter what.”

Your revelation receives a puzzled look from the girl in front of you. You can tell that she finds it unbelievable, the concept of it being completely foreign to her.

“Okay?” She just stares at you, making you almost believe you said something ridiculous. Then she continues as if her words were the most obvious things ever. “Then just keep trying till it happens.” 

You would let out a loud groan, but you aren't rude, “Have you ever had a crush before?”

“No.”

“Makes sense.”

You wonder if there were really higher beings who controlled your every move. If so, then you'd beg them to reset your entirety in order to not harbor anything for one of the strongest men alive. Erase the existence of it, so you can go on with your life without anything bothering you.

Those beings probably don't exist, but if they do then they just don't care and are simply using your misery as the source of their entertainment. Watching and laughing while you chug on the juice box you took out from the machine a while ago. Letting the flavor distract you even if it is momentarily.

Shoko takes a sip of her drink, the liquid staining her lips, prompting her to lick it up. An imaginary lightbulb suddenly comes up from her head, making her give you a not so reliable smirk.

“I have an idea. Why don't you confess and get rejected?”

You almost spit out what's in your mouth. “Are you crazy?!” 

“What? I read that it works somewhere.” She shrugs at the thought, convincing herself that it's a good one.

This is the most humiliating idea you have ever heard. A bad one—no, nefarious even! Who on earth does that?! A crazy person, I tell you! No one in their right minds would confess just to get rejected, everyone does that to get accepted! At least, the expectation of it.

“I'm not doing it. If I were to, then consider me dead!” You stand firm with your declaration, the whole thing beyond what you consider reasonable.

Shoko raises a brow, finger tapping on the can she's holding. “Listen, think about it. If you get rejected then wouldn't that be a motivation for you to fall out of love? That should make your predicament easier.”

“I…” You're at a loss for words. That is reasonable. The idea is almost genius! Excellent even! Nevermind, your senses are coming back, realizing a drawback to this. “Wait, wouldn't it be awkward between us after that?”

“Only if you make it awkward.”

“Good point.”

—

Wow, you're really considering it now that it's night. Brainstorming ways to get the perfect moment between the two of you. A good weather and calming atmosphere would be nice, perhaps somewhere beneath the cherry blossoms? Something straight out of a cheesy highschool romcom would make it comical.

All this planning is keeping you awake. Your eyes won't stay shut and your body is strangely energetic. You don't recall having any naps in the afternoon nor drinking any caffeine. 

You decided to go for a walk on campus. You stand up, finding your slippers under the bed. The night happens to be a freezing one, which made you decide to take a jacket out from your wardrobes. Picking the most comfortable one amongst the handful of options hanging.

It's a quiet night. The moon is full and bright with barely any clouds covering it. Radiating a serene ambience from the illumination. You continue your walk, the only sound available is the small shuffling from your feet. 

You pause when you notice someone in the field. There's no mistake in knowing who it is, the bright white hair says it all. Despite the darkness he still has his round glasses on, you know it's for his technique, but you want to know what it's like being him with how he puts it on almost 24/7.

There it is again. Your heart is beating fast from just the scene of him under the moonlight. You touch your chest, taking deep breaths to calm you down. It's a slow process, still it's a working one.

Now that you think about it, a setting like this would be a perfect time to confess to someone. Especially since the moon is out and no one is awake to witness and tease you about it later.

Which is why you walk up to him at this very moment, with newly fledged confidence.

“Hey.” You greet, a bit too stiff to your liking. It's not often you two get alone time together, which is why it gets you clumsy. Almost slurring your words from just being near him. “Can’t sleep?”

“What does it look like?” Impolite as ever. He doesn't even look at you, eyes glued to the moon. You can't complain, it is beautiful.

You sit down next to him, keeping a safe distance so your mind doesn't go haywire on you. You're surprised you can even keep this up and not stutter at all.

“I was just asking, jeez.” You bite the inner corners of your mouth. The silence that comes after starts to become deafening with the way he doesn't answer. It's like you're not even there, just some dirt on the ground that lays around.

“Should I leave?” You ask, your voice higher than you wanted it to be. You're nervous, it really is apparent that he doesn't like you.

“You can stay.” He lowers his head, eyes flickering towards yours before looking away.

You're stunned. It's the first time he's ever said something like that. It doesn't help from the fact his voice was sultry, soothing, or whatever it is. It has an effect on you, for sure!

“O…okay then.”

Now the beating isn't stopping anytime soon. You're an idiot for subjecting yourself through this torture. You can't exactly leave, it wouldn't leave a good impression on you. You have an image to maintain as a kind and respectable classmate that anyone should admire and ought to be.

The quiet music of the night continues. You're just sitting there beside him, nothing on your mind. No words come out of you, it's almost like you forget how to speak. Small talk would be nice and appropriate. The silence was too much to bear.

“Are the glasses even necessary when it's dark or are your eyes that sensitive?”

“Doesn’t matter if it's dark or light. Someone like you couldn't even see with these glasses on if you were to wear it anyway.” His reply was quick, methodological with witty remarks. Waiting for you to take the first step in this conversation.

Your brows quirk up. His inability to not insult someone is an astounding one, you must say that. “How so?”

With one swift motion he takes his glasses off and hands it over to you. Hesitating, you take it from his hand, fingers brushing. Causing the tips to receive an electrical spark that was only exclusive to you from what you can see. You twitch, looking down at the sunglasses you're holding right now.

“Go on, wear it.”

You don't move, eyes just looking down at the shape of it. You're a bit shy to do so.

“Oh, come on.” He grabs it and does it himself. Slotting it on your face, the circular lenses taking over your view.

It's dark. In fact, you can't see at all. The whole sight of it is black and the only light you see wearing it is from your peripheral vision. Nothing, just nothing, but pure darkness. This really emphasizes the difference between the two of you, power and skills being miles apart. Something you find…extremely awesome.

“Woah…”

And with that, he takes the glasses off of you. His gaze averted from yours till he put it back on himself. It was easy to miss the slight color of his cheeks due to the dim light surrounding you both.

“See? Told ya.”

He lets out a yawn, stretching his long limbs. A blank unreadable expression comes back to his face once again. His usual demeanor makes its way to present itself, the one that gives the mix of indifference and disinterest.

You should leave. You really should, you have nothing to say and he isn't initiating anything. He doesn't bother to, actually. What's the point in letting you be seated next to him if he's just gonna stare at the sky and not utter a single syllable?

“Are you sure you don't want me to leave?”

“Like I said, you can stay.”

You try to remain unperturbed. Is this special treatment? No, you're overthinking it. Maybe? No, no, seriously you are. He acts this way to others too, especially his best friend, Geto, for example. They're close and you two aren't. The distinction between how he treats you and him though is that he's loud and obnoxious with the man, while with you…he's quiet and somewhat reserved. You're torn whether or not a proper relationship you have with him is existent outside the whole tutor sessions you have going on.

You want to understand him more. What goes into his mind and what makes him tick. Anything for him to look more human in your eyes instead of an exceptional superhuman who could kill you with one single touch. A death like that would be pathetic, but predictable.

You let out a puff of air, watching the crescent moon in the sky glow its nightly rays. A question pops up in your head, a very peculiar one at that, you almost considered to not utter it at all.

“Do you have any opinions about me?”

That caught the bespectacled man off guard. Making him turn his head back at you in a haste. “Should I?” He wonders if that should even matter. People can live and avoid having specific outlookings on others since it isn't relevant to their everyday activities. That's what you assume from him, at least.

You click your tongue, biting the urge to punch yourself for such a stupid question. “You don't have to answer that—”

“I think you're nice.”

This time, you're the one who's caught off guard. Took you at least five seconds to comprehend what he said before you covered your cheeks. “R-really now?” You curse internally, the stuttering finally makes its way to your throat. The possibility of it being a dead giveaway to your flustered state is high.

Who knew a simple compliment can cause a surge of emotions. You're absolutely smitten for a man who you only ever talk to for school work and whatnot. It's strange, no? Any normal person would be enamoured with their love if they've known each other on a deeper level. That's what you lack, the inner knowledge of each other's whole self.

Which is why your feelings don't have any proper explanation for how it suddenly blossomed in your life.

“Thank you.” Your voice involuntarily cracks, causing you to bite your tongue. Hard enough to feel the soft pain as punishment for such a minor mistake.

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

He straightens his back, blue eyes boring at you, peeking out of the sunglasses he wears, “What's your opinion about me?” He looks so calm and endearing. If you could, a pinch of his cheeks would satisfy your greed.

The first thing that pops up in your mind is this; should you confess?, would this be a good time to? A simple ‘I like you’ should be enough.

Easier said than done.

You open your mouth and it stays agape, nothing coming out from it. You look like an idiot who's trying to articulate their words to the best of their abilities. Numerous phrases and sentences jumble within your mind, knowing that all of it is true and reveals a part of yourself. But only one can taste the victory of escaping your tongue.

A debate is being conducted inside of your mind, all happening within just a few seconds. The tiny yous in your head arguing over whether you should beat around the bush or outright display the undeniable affection you carry. 

Then, a winner was decided.

“I like y…your company.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! So close, yet so far from the goal at hand!

That receives a hum from the young man. Turning away from you now, attention directed to the field in front of him. “What else?” 

“You only said one thing about me. Why should I say more?”

“Because there's a lot to say about the greatest and most handsome man on the planet.” He says, in the most matter-of-fact way ever.

You almost scoff at the statement. Instead, you shake your head, laughing at his arrogance. This is what you fell in love with? A man so confident in his abilities that he doubts that no one can compete with him. That is considered an unattractive trait, yet you're drawn to that. The silliness of it, carried with the way he presents himself makes it all the more charming in your perspective.

“I won't say anything unless you say something about me again.” You playfully said. Shoulders relaxed, breathing finally steady again.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Easy, you have a nice personality.”

“That's basically the same thing as earlier!”

“What? No it isn't.”

You can hardly contain it, the sound of laughter escapes you once again. You're awfully flighty tonight. The sound of it gave Gojo a slight fright. The man was confused with the sudden burst of elation. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing, it's just…” You stare at his eyes, the radiant ones you will always admire, “For someone so smart you act stupid sometimes.” 

Gojo acts offended, a hand plastered on his chest the moment he heard ‘stupid’. “Excuse me? Fine!” He's warming up and it's conspicuous because his personality is mostly reserved when around you. It's completely welcomed, you get to see the side of him that's usually displayed around others. Now he acts comfortable enough to do it with you, when alone at least.

“Your face,” He points with his index finger, “It's a nice one.”

“Is “nice” all you can say?”

Defeated, he sighs, “Beautiful then.”

With cheekiness you replied with a simple gratitude. The shyness and timidity are all gone just for this.

Until you actually process what he said.

That heat rushes up and you cover your face in a hurry. This is getting repetitive. You're lucky it's dim, if not he could see the shift of hues on your skin. 

Ouch, does it tug on your heart strings. Over some basic compliment he probably said to others before. You already hammered into your mind that finding someone pretty doesn't equal attraction. You think Shoko and Geto are attractive, but in no shape or form are they the victim of your unwanted affection.

“Great.” You stand up, wiping any excess dirt from your behind. “I'll be off then.”

“Where are you going—” 

You start to make a run for it. Wacky and weird, but you need to get away from him or else you'll actually explode.

You can hear his yells from a distance, distraught in his tone for your sudden attempt at fleeing away, “It’s supposed to be your turn!” 

“Tomorrow!”

“Jerk!”

—

Now you've done it. 

Leaving like that is the most childish and crude thing you've ever done. What are you, 12?! You're beating yourself over what happened last night, he called you a jerk. Oh, to the beings above, may someone tell you that he didn't mean it like that. You're endlessly overthinking about how disrespectful and pointless the whole night was with the lack of reasonability there is to your escape. 

What's the price to pay for doing all that you might ask? Avoidance! Mostly you, not him, he doesn't look like he cares at all, but you? Having to be in the same room as the man gets your limbs uncoordinated and crooked, as if you were some robot in disguise.

If there's one thing to describe you is that you're pathetic when the time comes. Here you are, begging Shoko to sit next to him instead of your normal sitting arrangement where he's located to your right.

Hands clasped together, knees buckled against each other instead of the typical kneeling on the ground to salvage what remains of your dignity. “Oh, please, please, please, just do me this one favor! I'll buy you cigarettes and not complain over the smell for a week!”

She gives you a jaded look, one hand on her hips while she looks down on you like she's someone above status.

“I would if you got on your knees.”

“I'm not doing that.”

“Deal’s off.”

In one swift motion you get on your knees as told, bowing down to her as you continuously beg over and over for something so insignificant. Tears almost shed from your eyes by how dedicated you are to this role of a good for nothing bum.

Shoko lets out a laugh of contentment. Offering a hand to lift you up to your feet. “That's enough! What a splendid performance.” She raises her palms together to clap, regarding you for the show of desperation.

From your agreement, you get to sit one seat away from the almighty Gojo Satoru. Though, even he isn't oblivious to your unmistakable attempt at dodging his presence. For now, he just listens to the teacher, making quick remarks here and there as any student would in the middle of a lesson.

You just have to do this for a few more days until you're ready.

—

You're so dead.

You think he's forgotten about the whole ditching thing four nights ago. Oh, no, no, no! He didn't! In fact, he has you cornered on a wall, not letting you escape his tall and lean structure with his hand right besides your face, not allowing any sort of escape at all.

What a life, you think. Getting pinned against the wall by the most annoyingly handsome man you've ever met was a dream written on your non-existent bucket list. 

In your thoughts it would be a sensual scenario where he'd lean over and capture your lips with his thumb. Swiping left and right to feel the texture with his calloused pads. Admiring the color with his bright blue eyes before he leans in and partakes in his desires—

That's enough. You're getting a bit too ahead of yourself.

“We didn't finish that conversation we had.” He pouts, how cute. Like a puppy begging its owner for a treat. “You just left me hanging, how dare you?”

Why is he like this? Someone help you! Save you from this evil offender who continues to unknowingly attack you with his indisputable charm beams!

“I…don't know…what you're talking about.” Arms crossed and steady, you turn your head to the side. Acting defiant to his claims. In actuality, you can't give him a single look or else all hell will break loose on your face. “Why are you so hung up on it?”

“I find it distasteful when something is left unfinished.” He pulls away for a second, adjusting his glasses, before going back to you. Closer than before. His voice goes lower than what you expected. “And you're avoiding me. I don't like that.”

You're confused, finally giving him another piece of attention. “We barely talk as it is, why does it matter now?”

He lets out a groan, frustration seeping in. “You didn't ask for any help as usual. It's bugging me the heck out.”

You're speechless. Is that really his perspective? Who knew the big and almighty Gojo Satoru would ponder over you dodging his presence. A sensitive side to him, a reminder of his human qualities and proof he isn't some all-knowing super monster.

“I understood the lesson better than usual.”

“Are you sure? I saw you complaining about it to Shoko.”

“You were looking at me?”

“I always look at you—” 

He clicks his tongue, retracting his full body from you. Face red, evident in his pale, poreless skin. With a grimace on his face he grumbles to himself. Saying something incoherent, but you can make out the words ‘dammit’ and ‘fuck me’ from his mouth. What an odd guy. 

He then proceeds to put on a show of immaturity and childishness. To your surprise, he inches closer to the wall next to him, back facing towards you.

Then… he slams his head onto the concrete. 

For about…one…two…three…five times? More than that.

“What are you doing?!” You walk up to him, hand on his shoulders to stop the man from any further damage. There's a dent from where he keeps butting at—you're more concerned to the wall itself than the bruise that's forming on top of his forehead. You might get in trouble for that even if you have no play in this. You're just a witness!

Is your life a comedy? If not then, who on earth is stupid enough to do this till they bleed?! You don't know RCT and have nothing on you to give basic medical care to the smartest, yet most stupid man besides you.

“What’s up with you?! Are you crazy?!” You take out a handkerchief from your pocket, stopping the minor bleeding that's seeping out of his head. There it is again, that unreadable expression.

“I hate you…”

You pause, stumped. “What?”

He pushes you away, hands going up to cover his face. He lets out a loud groan as if he was exasperated.

“You…you witch.”

“W-what?” Your voice shakes. Nervous by his demeaning tone. It's the first you've heard of it from him. One that's directed at you too. You wanted to hear him out first, reasoning behind the sudden name and attitude that you're getting yourself into.

Until…

“I hate you so fucking much.”

Your heart drops. All colors in your face slips out. In just milliseconds you become a lifeless ghost. In no way in this goddamn world did you think he’d just blurt it out so casually. The underlying hatred he has for you, true feelings shown in just six little words that have so much impact. 

All those times he shared food with you really was just forced obligation. The appropriate kindness you ought to show to your classmate was really all he was doing. 

You clutch up your chest, biting the insides of your mouth. Hoping to let out a response that doesn't result in lashing someone out.

“Okay…” Is all you can muster up. Weak and simple.

Just when you were about to make your leave, he finally speaks. A whine coming out from his lips, the most pitiful one ever.

“You make me insane…” Voice hoarse as he turns around, sliding onto the floor. Resting on his behind while he slouches on the ground. Hands on top of his head, sheltering himself from the unknown. He doesn't look up, too shy and embarrassed to even do so. 

“You make my heart beat so fast, it's driving me nuts. Just say you hate me and so I can get rid of these feelings.”

Then, a sigh, as if it takes every ounce of his strength to admit everything.

“Reject me, please.”

…

………

…………..????????????????????

“What?”

The third time you have said that. A rollercoaster of emotions surges through you. A mixture of delight and confusion plastered in your mind. At first he hates you and now he's declaring that he has feelings for you and now he wants a rejection?! That's your plan, not his! This is…utterly ridiculous! You're in disbelief of it all because this scene is…seriously, what even is this?

All this time you've been hiding your feelings, planning the time you get the courage to ask him out in hopes he declines your motives. The tables have turned, what a sweet moment!

“You're not joking?” You had to ask, you need multiple affirmations before you get to move on from this.

He sinks deeper into his arms, begrudgingly replying, “No. I'm not. Why would I lie about this?” 

You shrug, “I don't know, you're Gojo Satoru.”

He lifts himself up, dusting away any dirt that catches his clothes. “The Gojo Satoru doesn't lie!”

The corners of your lips turn up right, a sound of bliss escapes you. A loud one at that. Hands on your stomach as you process every single thing that has happened within these few minutes together. 

Old couples would laugh and comment about how this is the peak of youth. The essence of time and love with how idiotic teenagers can be when faced with the person they admire the most. The days where fumbling your words and tripping over them is a common route.

You hear a groan from the man, a frustrated one at that, “Stop laughing!”

How could you not? This situation is just hilarious, plus, you don't know how you should respond to his unforeseen confession. Now you know what it's like having to make a big decision in your life. Reject him and nothing comes out of it or…try it. See where this goes. It turns out to be mutual, after all.

“I…feel the same, y'know. I just didn't think you liked me too.” You lift your hand up to the back of your head. Scratching it due to your indecisiveness. “I never thought you out of all people would like me.”

“What's there not to like?” Gojo steps closer to you, swiping some dust from your hair. As if preserving an ancient artifact that's meant to show its beauty to the world. “You're everything.”

He lets out a deep breath, the tips of his fingers twitching. Controlling himself for what he was about to do. He looks rigid, complimented with a look of sincerity on his face.

“One last question. Are you accepting me or do you want to stay as friends?”

You can't help, but tease. The sudden confidence in you just by knowing the truth is egging you to do so, “We were friends?”

“Just answer the question.”

“I thought you wanted a rejection?”

He scoffs, not wanting to play this little game any longer, “Not anymore now that I know you feel the same.”

You give him a smile, ready to say with the most eagerness you ever had in your life. The words dancing around your tongue and playing who knows what before you finally give him a proper answer, “I accept.”

“Great.”

Your eyes widen from the sudden action. In a quick haste, he catches you by surprise. The soft feel of fresh sweet lips crashing against your own. You gasp in shock, fingers grasping his sleeves as he deepens the kiss. You let out a moan, breathless by how passionate he is to swoon you from your feet.

This was your fantasy, one of them at least. You had a lot, but actually experiencing it is like lighting up fireworks for the first time. The thrill and excitement to do something that lasts merely seconds in your life. But with this, you can relive it as many times as you want for free if you just ask.

Then something tries to protrude in your mouth, wet and a bit slimy. You pull away, panting. Hot breath coming out of you from how warm your upper body has turned.

“Don't…don't do that.” You smack his face, trying to cool down the blush on your cheeks with the attack. “Ask next time. Was that your tongue?”

He nods, unashamed, “I thought it'd be more romantic.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes because of such a daring approach. “I'm so not ready for that…”

Still, his display of affection gives you a smile on your face and a fluttering stomach. What a sweet gesture in order for you to not have any doubts in what he wants the most from you. You have a feeling this will happen often with him.

“Are we official now?” He bites his lips, anticipating your approval.

“Sure.” You giggled, “Whatever you want.”

—

Treating his small injury by Shoko was supposed to be a quick one…but this bastard can't shut his trap for one second with how giddy he is.

“One more thing about true love and I'm not giving you any ounce of healing.” Shoko says, irked out of her mind.

“You don't understand! I'm ecstatic!” He chases her around the classroom, trying to convince her to heal him.

Watching as the scene plays out, you stay in a corner with Geto. With him revealing all the little secrets Gojo had kept from you in these months of being classmates.

“Y'know, he had a hard time making the first move.” 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I had to push him through it all or else that coward would never say anything.”

“I see.” You nod at the revelation, pleased to know you aren't the only one who's the scaredy cat here. “Were you the one who told him to get rejected by me?”

“No, that was all him.”

“Ah.”