"nah, imma do my own thing"

Miles finally arrived at his dorm after walking you to yours. As he walked in he saw Ganke, sitting on his bunk bed. He was eating a bag of Ruffles with airpods in, some show captivating his attention. He finally turned his head as he saw Miles sit in the gaming chair, sighing. Ganke took notice of Miles' sour attitude and decided to question it.

"What's got you in a mood? And please, for the love of god, don't say 'I miss her'. I don't think I can hear that again."

He said rolling his eyes as he puts his airpods away, giving his friend all his attention. Miles slightly smiles from the mention of you and goes back to a slight frown.

"No, it's not that."

"Then, what's up? Dude, don't make me beat it out of you. Even though I doubt I'd win, you'd probably Venom Strike the hell outta me."

Ganke jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Miles slightly smirks before replying.

"It's about Y/n, BUT not what you think."

"Ok, go on..."

"So, basically when she broke up with Jaleel, she left her jacket over there. And now that we're dating, I dunno how to feel about it. I mean, I don't wanna be possessive or nun', but the girl did say she wanted it back, and being the great boyfriend I am, I mean I should go get it for her, right? The only issue is her dumb ex, I don't wanna talk to that guy! And you know how much I hate confrontation, let alone starting it! I just...what do you think I should do?"

Ganke was staring at Miles, wide-eyed from how long Miles had been ranting. ‘Miles must really like her’ he thought.

"Well, the only thing I can tell you is to talk to Jaleel. I know he's not the most ideal person to converse with. Believe me, I've had a project with him. But still, you gotta go get what Y/n wants, right? I mean I think it's a gentlemanly gesture."

He says, waiting for a response from Miles. Miles looks at him, taking a deep breath. He then walks over to Ganke and daps him up.

"Thanks, man. I'll see you in a bit."

Ganke smiled and pat Miles on the back as he watched him grab his belongings and jacket.

"No problem! Do you think you could repay me by letting me borrow your Jordans? I mean, I can't help that we're the same size."

Ganke shrugs. Miles just rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut. He put his headphones on and let the soft lull of James Blake's voice on the song 'Hummingbird' (can you tell i just rewatched the movie?) calm his nerves.

After a good 10 mins of him walking, he made it to Jaleel's apartment complex. Miles takes a deep breath as he walked in. He was greeted by a front desk employee and a security guard.

“Hello! Who are you here to see?”

The employee asks.

“Jaleel Barker. What apartment is he in?”

The security guard asks for a form of identification and Miles shows his student ID. They then tell him Jaleel’s apartment number and Miles walks up to the apartment. Once he gets to Jaleel’s door he takes a deep breath.

“It’s fine. You can do this, Man. It’s a leap of faith… “

Miles thinks to himself before he finally knocks on the door. Within a matter of seconds Jaleel opens the door. This stuns Miles for a bit since he expected a parent of some sort to be at the door, but this was it. He had to jump right into the confrontation.

“What are you doing at my door, Morales?”

Jaleel asks, clearly annoyed by the boy’s presence. Miles rolls his eyes before looking down at Jaleel. (He’s 2 inches shorter than Miles, you’re welcome ☺️)

“I’m here because my girlfriend left her jacket here and I wanna get it for her.”

Miles says before shoving past Jaleel and inspecting the apartment for the sight of a blue jacket.

“Bro, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t just run up in my house like that. You better watch yourself, I’ll send you back to ol’ girl looking like you don’t know how to fight.”

Jaleel said before grabbing Miles by the collar of his jacket. Miles almost wants to burst out laughing. Does this microscopic, idiot of a man actually think he can beat Spider-Man in a fight? Miles started to challenge him, feeling his hands fill with electricity due to the rage he felt. But, he wasn’t Spider-Man right now, and Jaleel wasn’t a super-villain. He didn’t want to do anything to seriously injure a civilian, and more importantly he didn’t wanna hurt you. So he composed himself, feeling the venomous electricity trickle out of his body, before saying…

“Look, man. That’s not what I came here for. But, as much as I’d like to beat the shit out of you, I don’t wanna hurt Y/n.”

Jaleel releases the grasp he has on Miles’ collar when he says he doesn’t want to hurt you. Jaleel wonders why you would care about Miles beating you up and lets his curiosity (stupidity) get the best of him.

“You think she still cares if something bad happens to me?”

Jaleel asks with a glint of hope in his eyes. Miles sees this and shuts it down immediately.

“No, I think she cares about me coming home in handcuffs.”

Miles scoffs before walking to the center of the apartment and grabbing your jacket off the coat rack. Jaleel eyes him carefully, still suspicious of Miles’ intentions. Once he sees Miles holding your jacket he feels a pang in his heart. Jaleel knows he could’ve been better to you. He doesn’t know why he wasn’t better to you! You treated him with nothing but kindness and respect and he treated you like some trophy to show off. Something that he deceptively showed off in public, but brushed off like it was nothing behind closed doors.

“Yo, Miles.”

Jaleel exclaimed to Miles before he walked out of the apartment.

“What?”

“Do you think I have another chance with her?”

Miles clutched the jacket harder as he turned around and faced Jaleel. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned up in disgust.

“How dare you ask me something like tha-“

“I can’t just watch her walk away.”

Miles’ face goes blank as he stares at Jaleel. He feels like he’s being punked right now. Jaleel’s face was filled with pain and distraught. His voice was so gentle, yet so hurt. Miles was taken aback by the sudden confession. He could’ve never imagined someone he dislikes so much to be so vulnerable right in front of him. Miles sighs, throwing the jacket over his shoulder. Deciding to give into the vulnerability.

“You want the truth?”

Jaleel looks up at Miles, nodding.

“No, you don’t have another chance. Once you hurt a girl like her that badly, after repeated chances, you can’t bounce back. She was willing to put the time and effort in for you. I saw it, and it pained me every time I saw her crying because you pulled another dickhead move on her. You don’t deserve her…shit I might not even deserve her, but at least I treat her like I do.”

Jaleel stays silent for a bit, letting Miles’ harsh, but honest words sink in. He feels like punching something right now, maybe himself, maybe Miles. But he knows he can’t do that, it feels like someone gutted him. The emotion he feels right now is regret, maybe even agony. Somewhere in the midst of the relationship he had with you, he forgot to treat you like you had 100 of his time…his mind. But, now it’s too late and he knew what he had to do.

“Tell her I’m sorry, and I’ll stay out of y’all’s way. But not for you…for her.”

Miles sincerely nods.

“I appreciate that, man.”

He says before opening the door and walking off. That was quite the experience he just had. Something about that made him feel even closer to you somehow. He really realized in that moment he couldn’t let you go.

——————————Timeskip————————————

Miles finally made it back to the school and walked over to your dorm. He knocked on the door and was graced with you opening it, pink bonnet on your head, and hello kitty pajamas on. He waved to your roommate K’Nyah before you closed the door of your dorm room, and stood in the hallway with Miles to give the two of you more privacy.

“Here you are, Princesa”

Miles said before bowing like a dork and handing you your jacket. You giggled at him before showing your gratitude.

“My jacket! Thank you, baby.”

Miles felt his face flush since he hadn’t heard you call him any sorts of nicknames yet. This whole relationship was new and Miles kind of forgot that the two of you had a bunch of firsts to go through with each other.

“Woah, ‘Baby’? That’s new.”

You grinned, poking his shoulder.

“Well, I just wanted to try it out! I think it suits you, but if you don’t like it-“

“It’s perfect.”

Just then Miles got a notification on his phone from Ganke telling him to ‘hop on roblox, the gc is gonna play dress 2 impress and we’re doing duos.’

“Alright, well I gotta go, mi preciosa. See you tomorrow?”

“You know it.”

You say before kissing Miles on his cheek. He continued walking to the other side of the Campus Dorms until he saw the male section. He walked into his shared dorm to be greeted by Ganke yelling at his tablet.

“Whatever, my outfit ate yall up! Plus my body is tea!”

Ganke said in a faux feminine tone before Miles decided to join in on the antics.

“Clock it.”

Miles said in a faux feminine voice as well, slightly shocking Ganke since he didn’t know that Miles opened the door. The two exchanged a giggle and Ganke told their friends to hold on for a sec as he greeted Miles.

“So, how’d it go?”

Miles gives a look of content and clarity on his face before answering.

“Better than I expected.”

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There were a plethora of ways you had expected your first day in Japan to go. Having spent fourteen hours on a plane that left you with nothing better to do than conjure up a list of everything that could go wrong, you were more than positive you had mapped out every scenario possible. Getting organ trafficked certainly wasn’t one of them but somehow ending up lost was–so the overlook canceled out.

The initial instructions given had been very straightforward. Exit the plane, find some guy named Ijichi, and the rest would be taken care of for you. So simple it was too good to be true. And it was.

When you had finally made it to the greeting area the said man was indeed there. Clad in a suit and tie holding a white sign that had your name neatly written in sharpie. He had been nice enough. Carrying your luggage to the vehicle and making small talk with you in English for the duration of the ride. However the problems started to arise when you had gotten to the destination. Prior to coming, you had never seen what Jujutsu High was supposed to look like, but you highly doubted it was the place you arrived at.

“We’re here,” Ijichi said, his thick Japanese accent lacing the words.

Your lips pursed.“This is the place?” There was nothing around safe from an abandoned looking building. If not for the cursed energy seeping out of it, the mucky green a big contrast from the light blue sky, you would’ve thought it was haunted. “And you’re sure?”

He nodded in response while he got out to open the car for you. Looking suspiciously apologetic as he did so. You made the mistake of putting your back to him while you gave the building another inspection. “So is this supposed to be the school or–”

The slamming of the car door followed up by the engine revving interrupted your sentence. It had taken you longer than a couple seconds to process what had just happened. And by the time you finally did the driver was long gone.

There was a nice bench that you deemed as a perfect spot to wallow in your shame and misery so you did. And now here you are, deserted somewhere in Japan with not even a dollar to your name and a dead phone in your pocket.

After a couple of moments you came to the conclusion that this had all been one huge organ trafficking scheme that you had fallen victim to. If you were to be knocked out in one moment and woken up in an ice bath the next–you wouldn’t even be that mad. Whatever crime syndicate that had been in charge of this operation deserved your kidneys as kudos. It was all so convincing. Like heck, they had even given you a whole uniform.

You just stared at the ground. Contemplating whether to curse Yuuta when you died, for putting you in this situation or Ijichi for getting you there. 

“Ah, there she is!”

The headlines were already forming in your head. Foreign high schooler goes missing because she was too dumb to realize she was getting scammed. You just hoped that the photo they used for your missing poster wouldn’t have you looking busted. Multiple pairs of footsteps were starting to draw closer and closer. This was really it for you.

You were too tired for any sense of panic to hit you so you sunk your head in defeat. Contemplating whether to curse Yuuta when you died, for putting you in this situation or Ijichi for getting you there. 

“—Helloo. Is anyone home?”

Your head slowly rose to the man who would be the culprit of your soon to be kidnapping slash murder. The guy was tall. It took quite a bit for your neck to crane to the point where you could get a full view of him. A blindfold and spiked snow white hair. Gojo. You had never met the man but basing off Yuuta’s many stories of him, there was no mistaking it. Next to him stood three teenagers, who all bore the same uniform as you. “She’s alive!”

Gojo gestured to you with jazz hands. “This is the last first year. [Last Name] [Name]. Per Yuuta’s recommendation she will be joining us. Isn’t that right, [Name]-chan~.”

The shock of today not being your last on Earth finally wore off. With a newfound appreciation of life you shot up to your feet. “Oh..um…yes,” you huffed out, the words for some reason coming out breathlessly which you accredited to the adrenaline. Yuuta and old faithful (Google) always told you that bowing was a common custom in Japan, so now would probably be a better time than any to do it. “Please…please take care of me?”

You could feel the trio staring down at you. Their silence to your introduction only proving your gut feeling right and that you had probably done something wrong. If it wasn’t for the fact you were Black your face would’ve been the deepest shade of red of all time. The cramping in your back was growing by the second.

“[Last Name]...you can get up now,” a stoic voice spoke.

“Right,” you coughed out, straightening up. A ‘pft’ broke through the silence. The source being from the salmon haired boy that was miserably failing to hold in a laugh. Hoping you left a better impression on the one other girl in your group, your attention shifted to her—who’s expression more or less mirrored his. The last first year wasn’t looking at you. You were unsure of how to take that but chances were it wasn’t good.

Well shit.

A pair of hands found a home on their shoulders and shook you back and forth with a gentle playfulness. “What are you guys waiting for,” Gojo asked, “introduce yourselves to your new classmate!”

“Fushiguro Megumi,” the stoic voice from earlier said. Still barely giving you a glance.

The one with a red hood pointed to himself, “I’m Itadori Yuji.”

"Kugisaki Nobara,” the sole girl started, “glad to see this group won't be too unfortunate now that there's another woman."

Whatever was said by your teacher after you didn’t catch, only something about a curse, before Kugisaki and Itadori started making their way into the worn-down building. You were about to (reluctantly) follow suit before Gojo teacher called out to you.

 "Kugisaki Nobara, glad to see this group won't be too unfortunate now that there's another woman," she proudly declared.  

"Oh, [Name] you're fine you don't have to go in," Gojo assured, beckoning you over to where he and Fushiguro were sitting, which was the bench you had previously been at.

It didn't take long before you started zoning out again during another one of your teacher's rambles. The jet lag was finally starting to hit you and you couldn't even be bothered to translate his little lecture on jujutsu sorcery. 

"-me] is plenty crazy, well at least from what Yuuta has told me. Though I do eventually want to test it out for myself I know you're tired from the flight so I'll give you a pass today." He said gleefully, giving you a thumbs up.

“Thank you?”

At the mention of your name you perked up quickly replying with a nod, "Speaking of Okkotsu-senpai, how is he?" The first year asked.  

“From last I saw he’s doing well. His eye bags have probably gotten worse since then.”

Shattering glass rang out and a curse was escaping out one of the windows.

"I'll exorcise it," Fushiguro said, standing up ready to fight. 

Gojo waved him off, "Wait." At his words the once flying curse was hit by a few nails before incinerating into thin air. "Nice, she's crazy all right." 

“Um Gojo…sensei. Not to be rude but when are we heading back to the dorms?” You asked.

“Soon,” he replied with a smirk. You hoped he meant actually soon and not your parent’s version that would be three hours later. Seeing the two first years finally exit the building with a little boy a couple moments after, it was good to see he was talking in a literal sense. While your classmates took the elementary schooler back to his house you moved to a set of stairs so you wouldn’t be too far from them. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t still a bit on edge about being in a new country. 

"Did you know that I get into a foul mood when I'm hungry?" You jumped at the sudden voice not even noticing when Kugisaki and Itadori joined you at your space on the steps. 

"Well we made sure the kid got home so let’s grab some food!” Gojo said. 

"Steak!"

"Sushi!" 

"Leave it all to me! And you [Name]? Megumi?" Fushiguro ignored him, too busy scrolling through his phone to acknowledge his teacher. 

"As long as I don’t have to pay, I’m fine with whatever," you yawned. 

"Okay, let's go!"

After another one of Itadori and Kugisaki's arguments the four of you happily agreed on steak joint, much to Fushiguro's dismay, and were now heading to it. All the boys were walking in the front leaving you with the brunette in the back. It was painfully silent between the two of you. Neither bothering to take the first step in killing the awkward moment.

"So-" 

"[Last Name], right? I like your," she made a gesture at her own bob," hair. It's really pretty."

At the unexpected compliment you grinned,"Thanks, yours too." 

𐙚 Shy yuuji. Who didn't act his usual goofy self when he asked to meet on the roof at the end of school.

𐙚 Hesitant yuuji. Who couldn't hold eye contact with your soft brown eyes, his head pointed at the cement floor and you could only tell he was blushing by the tips of ears being a burning red.

𐙚 Anxious yuuji. Who's voice trembling said "I know we've been friends for long but um- well I don't know recently I've had more than 'friendly' feelings for you and I know if I don't tell you how I feel, it'll eat me up."

𐙚 Nervous yuuji. Who's breath hitches as he waits for your response, nervously playing with his salmon-coloured hair and insensantly scratching the back of his neck, playing what said in his mind over and over again.

𐙚 Relieved yuuji. Who felt like he could finally breathe when you roped your arms around him and whispered "I felt the same way, I just didn't you did aswell"

𐙚 Infatuated yuuji. Who was fixated on your angelic brown face and placed his slightly sweaty hand in yours, as he muttered, "Can I be yours?"

𐙚 Stunned yuuji. Who's surprised to feel your glossy two-toned lips over his as a response, you could feel him smirk slightly against your lips. You pulled away and squealed "yes 100% yes."