A D U L T || A conflict

07. Discomfort

I take a deep sigh and sit on the futon. He was still waiting for an answer. I didn't really want to say it, but I couldn't hide it forever.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone else? No matter how bad it sounds?"

"I can't promise that Y/n. Especially if he actually did something as bad as you're describing the situation to be."

"Then I can't tell you Gojo sensei."

He takes off his glasses and squats down in front of me.

"I have a feeling it's something that he deserves to die for."

You could tell how serious he was from the blue flame like a spark in his eyes.

"That I won't deny. But death would be too unsavoury of a punishment."

"Oh, then what do you suggest Y/n?"

"I make him my slave, humiliate him in public. Shatter his so-called pride. Watch his arrogant face into-"

He places a finger on my lips.

"I love that Idea Y/n. I'll help you."

I was amazed by his reaction. I mean usually, you'd think a person has gone crazy when they say stuff like what I said. But he was on my side. I have the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer on my side. What more could I need?

He holds my hand firmly and moved toward my face, his lips slightly parted. I felt nervous and shut my eyes. Was this going to be my first kiss? With my teacher in my room, all alone?

He placed his hand on my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. I opened my eyes.

"You don't have to be this nervous Y/n. Sensei will take care of you."

"Gojo sensei I-"

And we kiss. It was my first real kiss. Not just a childish peck. His warm tongue and cold lips with the hint of the strawberry flavour balm he used today was all I could taste. He makes his way down my lips to my collarbone leaving his mark. I reach for the back of his head-hugging it, running my hands through his silky soft hair. The butterflies everyone used to talk about was real. It felt like I could melt away in his sensual touch.

This moment was brought to an end by him.

"I should stop before I can't control myself anymore. . . Y/n."

"Gojo sensei. . . I don't know what to say."

"Well, I'll give you as much time as you need to think about it. I just had to let you know that I'm serious about you Y/n."

". . ."

He received a call and had to leave right away it was one of the annoying higher-ups again. They are probably the only ones who could annoy Gojo sensei as much as he does it to others.

But thanks to them I was spared. . . but I kinda liked that. He didn't force it, unlike a certain someone. Maybe I should consider his feelings. But then what about mine? How can I like Gojo sensei and Nanami san at the same time?

I need to sort myself out.

I leave the room and decided to take a walk outside in the forest behind the school. It was still sunny outside. But it wasn't the harsh kind. I stumble across the place where I was sleeping and Nanami San found me.

"I wonder how does he see me. . ."

I touch the bark of the giant oak tree. It stood for the last hundred years or so the people here say. Maybe it will for even more decades even after I'm gone. Death is something that I've always been afraid of. Just because I'm a Jujutsu sorcerer doesn't mean I don't care whether I live or die. Even I get scared by the thought of losing everything and everyone I love. It's not like I can complain now that I've already stepped into this dangerous world of Jujutsu. I could still choose another path. Like how Nanami san did try to lead a normal life, an average paying job with no dangers. But then knowing myself I'd never be happy with myself leaving all this behind. The thought of someone close to me dying on this path scares me the most. an I don't want to ever witness that. So for that, I'm willing to stay on this path. Get stronger. A leaf falls on my hand. As if the tree understood me and was weeping for me.

"Even you think I'm that pitiful huh?"

"Y/n?"

A males voice comes from behind me uttering my name. I turn around.

"It's been a while Y/n. . . How are your injuries?"

Of all the people I could run into of course it had to be him, Nanami san.

I was just thinking about him and he turns up. What am I some kind of psychic? It was embarrassing and a little disheartening at the same time.

I wanted to run away. But then he would think that it's his fault, that he did something causing me to run away, so I didn't.

"I'm fine Nanami san. . . thanks for worrying about me."

I divert my gaze away from him to the ground.

I see his shoes suddenly in front of me.

"Are you sure Y/n? You look a bit feverish."

I instantly look up and see his hand reaching for my forehead. I flinch. He sees it and pulls his hand away.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself."

He was moving away from me. I hastily grab onto the corner of his blazer.

"No! Ah- It's fine. I don't have a fever. It's just a bit hot outside!!!"

He stops. I realise I was still holding onto him and pull my hand back rubbing my hands together behind my back.

"Why don't we step into the shade then?"

"Y-Yes that would be better!"

We both stand a few inches apart from each other under the shade of the giant oak tree. I could feel the same soft underlying excitement and butterflies in my guts the way I did when Gojo sensei kissed me with this man.