#fluffitadori

[] - 五條悟 x reader

" Hear that? He doesn't like you. "

Part 2.

genre: 13+, moreee swearing, no inappropriate stuff, banters and second hand embarrassment

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The whole time you’re stretching your limbs onto the wet grass, you’re blushing and giggling to yourself. You swore you had rolled back and forth as well.

Suddenly, her life’s turned another page and she’s spending missions with Suguru Geto, handsome boy, and finally being able to get rid of abu the monkey, Satoru Gojo. What a nice life.

You don’t know where it came from, but a water bottle smacked the back of your head, causing you to yelp and look up from your stretched legs.

“ What are you doing, moron? “

“ Huh? “

“ I thought you listened to Mr. Yaga’s instructions, I’m clearly stretching, you asshole. “

He scrunches his nose out of annoyance and shakes his head.

“ What? “

“ No, not that. I’m talking about that weird thing you’re doing with your face. You get all tomato-red and start to do that uncanny shit with your teeth. “

He frantically points at his face.

You cock your head to the side, relaxing from your painful position right now.

“ You mean, smile? “

“ I didn’t know stuff like that was so foreign to you monkey alien-like hybrids. “

One second, he goes quiet and his lips part, then he lets out a full blown laugh full of wheezes.

“ What? You inherited your humor from the one and only Satoru Gojo? Hilarious. “

His uncannily long ass fingers come up to ruffle your hair, more like mess up your ponytail and push you to the side using your head.

Hours of practice fly by like birds, shit. And you end up panting on the grass, eyes squinting at the hot sun blinding your sight. It’s so hot, it’s so hot, your ears ring. Then you look to your left, and a voice brings you out from your doom.

“ Are you blushing or are you sunburnt? “ A chuckle comes out, and Geto sits beside you, holding out a water bottle with water droplets of condensation running down his fingers.

“ H— Hi- Hey. “ Once again, you stammer and you press your lips tight together when he stares at you like that. It’s definitely just the heat, but he’s adding onto the red pigment. He unscrews the bottle cap.

“ U— Uhm, no it’s. Just, just really hot so maybe neither but soon enoug— “ The bottle’s held towards your lips, and it presses against the flesh.

You look down at the clear plastic before looking back at him with his offering, neutral smile. Is it, possible for stomaches to flip more than twice?

“ Less talking, more drinking, kouhai. “

Your warmed up hands come up to hold the bottle and you let out a pleased hum of acknowledgement to yourself before you take a sip of the water handed to you.

After taking enough sips, you hug your knees, bringing them to your chest. And you notice that he takes a rake over your figure.

You muster up the courage to speak, tilting your head to the side.

“ I’ve always wondered why you don’t treat me like how Gojo does. “

His eyes soften, and his lips tug into a small grin, you think he’s staring at your hair, gaze drifting downward to your eyes.

“ You’ve got something. “

His hand reaches out and the back of his fingers slightly caress your cheek. You lean in tentatively, cheeks turning red. Would this be your first kiss?

His fingers tug at your hair a bit before he plucks a leaf out of your bangs, you blush. But not because you’re flustered, but because it’s embarrassing that you’re pursing your lips and waited for a kiss.

“ Oh. “

Your fingers drum on your knees now, and you look back down onto your sneakers, closing your eyes shut and breathing out through your nose. How embarrassing!

You don’t get a single minute worth of rest at all, even after thinking you were about to be kissed, you hear feet shuffling behind you. Whip cream, blue soda pop, white hair. Dude.

“ Wow, Suguru. Didn’t know you had the guts and the gag reflex to sit next to little crybaby kouhai. Just another minute here and I might just puke. “

Weights tug onto the ends of your lips, and form a frown. You turn away, and Suguru doesn’t seem to catch it. Instead, he lets out a small snicker and shakes his head.

“ Can’t I get a moment alone with her? “

Satoru seems blown away from that, cocking his head backward and reaching over to take the water bottle you drank from and take a swig from it.

“ What? She’s got your eye now? “

“ Huh— “

“ No. “

“ I just wanted to talk. Considering the fact that, you know, I’m going on missions with her starting from next week. “

Satoru huffs out laughter through his nose and leans forward and turns his head to the side to gauge your current reaction.

“ Hear that? “

“ He doesn’t like you back. “

“ You should really give up on trying to make him notice you– Ha! The only way you’d be noticed is if you started crying and wailing again lik— “

He pauses at his words, lips parting and glasses sliding back down to the upper part of his nose bridge when he tilts his head upward to look at you stand up.

Your hand itches at your elbow and irritation and rage gnaws through your skin. Your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip and a small sniffle comes out.

You turn around, hair swaying along the swift movement and you look down at your feet before you muttered beneath your breath.

“ You— are horrible. You’re awful. You’re super awful. “

You stammer, and your bangs continue to cover your face before you send a glare towards Gojo. You try to ignore the sight of Suguru’s slightly concerned look. And ignore the way your bottom lip juts out when you speak.

“ You’ve said everything you can to me. Can’t— “

You breathe heavily, and you stand still.

“ Can’t you get out of my LIFE already?! You’re an ass, and- and I haven’t even done anything to you! You constantly em- em— embarrass me and you like it when I cry. “

“ You’re a dick! You look like one! I can see why nobody goes out with you to eat food! It’s— It’s because you’re a massive jackass! “

It’s not enough. Screaming and cussing at him’s not enough. And his stupid face looks more bewildered and amused than hurt and realising. Your gaze darts around, and you spot the half full water bottle beside Suguru.

You don’t know what took over you, but you swing an arm and the bottle’s clenched in your hand, cold water spilling and wetting your fingers.

You take a sharp inhale before you splash it on him in a sudden burst of rage, aiming towards his face. Your ears ring and you grip the empty water bottle harder. Just one last, one last. And you aim the bottle at his wet head of hair.

Droplets run down his black glasses, his white, usually sticking-out, fluffy hair flattens and is drenched with now slightly grayer locks of hair. His lips are parted even more. And dews of droplets continue to roll down his cheeks.

The water’s splashed across his white t-shirt as well, making it quite see-through. It sticks to his skin and your gaze drifts to Suguru Geto, who is currently on his knees and hands. His full-blown laughter brings you out of your tranquility. You look around, signaling Haibara Yu, Kento Nanami and Shoko to come look at the mess behind you.