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(Y/n)'s alarm beeped aggressively on the ground. Her furniture was still being shipped in from the delayed shipment company.
Even though she had a surplus of passive income from her online business, she really did look like a bum right now. She didn't bother braiding her hair today.
"I don't even have any more work clothes...I'll have to go to the store..." (Y/n) said. She toke a bullet train to the mall.
As she passed the windows quickly she came across a black work outfit she thought was mad cute. She bought it within the next five minutes and walked out, dressed in the outfit.
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"7:50 on the dot. Like he said." (Y/n) muttered looking at her wrist watch. She was referring to Gojo who told her that this time was the usual. She didn't know where to go, so she just went back to the training field and waited.
"'Mornin'," Gojo said to (Y/n) in a deep voice. He was sitting under a beautiful tree that left swatches of light all over his body.
Unsurprisingly, Gojo was back in his original outfit. (Y/n) tried not to loose her composure thinking about how he looked yesterday before she left him.
"Likewise," (Y/n) said coldly.
"I like your outfit it really suits you. Ha? Get it??" (Y/n) sucked in a breath at his comment.
"Where are the students?" She asked looking around.
"Probably sleeping," Gojo said standing up. He walked towards her with a smile but kept his distance. (Y/n) crossed her arms in defense.
He stepped a little closer. "I wanted to go over some more stuff. This time to get myself familiar. So. What's your grade?"
"I'm a certified Grade 2. Is that an issue?" She asked ask him as her face heated up.
"No no no, not at all (Y/n)." He reassured. "I know nothing of you since our principal is incompetent, so I just wanted to know for myself,"
"Is that all?" She asked with a set jaw. Before she noticed, he was gone. She gasped, wondering how someone could move so fast.
In a hushed tone, Gojo whispered, "Not exactly." Gojo stepped in front of her, holding out his hand. "Here. Feel my hand."
"Why?" She asked with a pouty expression.
"Common', just do it~!" He smiled cheekily. "I don't bite—of course, not unless you want me to."
(Y/n) smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. What a terrible thing to say. Alas she held out her hand.
She stared at their hands because she couldn't handle anything else. With a shaky composure, (Y/n) anticipated the contact of their skin as he held his hand closer to hers, but it never came. It was like there was an invisible veil of some sort.
