elevator (itafushi)

that's gay, dude

This chapter is really cringe

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Gojo sensei was a good guy and still is. He always helped itadori out with his class, gave him a decent passing grade though itadori was sure he failed. It was as nobara said, Gojo Satoru biased the students he favor, that include the girl herself and itadori.

Of course, itadori wouldn't be able to achieve Gojo Satoru's precious student list without Nobara help. The brunette knew even a pin drop at school, per se, so it was just a piece of cake for her to get the white-haired male on their side. That means spoiling the man child raw. Each day, they bought him gifts, such as his favorite kifuku and tooth-rotting sweets. That was not an easy task though, especially for college students like them, who're constantly struggling with money problems.

However, it was worth it to trade holes in their wallets for a month to get spoiled in return for the whole semester. Meaning, gojo always treats them whatever they want after school. That was the only time of the day itadori look forward to and couldn't thank the man enough.

Today is the day itadori gets to choose what to eat and he can't help but drool at the thought of an expansive high-class meal brought in front of him by a well-dressed waiter, elegantly saying, "enjoy your meal, sir." and if he's lucky enough, maybe he'll see a number written down on his napkin like in those cheesy rom-com. Yes, that will be wonderful. It will be more wonderful if the waiter happened to be the boy he met in the elevator last week–

A hammer hits at the back of his head, almost making him forget who he is. Itadori feels the world spinning for a second and thought, ah yes, this is the last chapter of itadori yuuji. He feels a little sad to not see the hot stranger again. How cruel.

"Nobara, I think you hit him a little too hard."

"Shit-"

"What if he got brain damage-!"

"Even worse! What the fuck are we going to eat today if he can't choose anymore?! Oh wait, on the second thought, gojo sensei, maybe I can take over-"

"Nobara, no."

"C'mon, It's not like he can function anytime soon." Convinces nobara with determination flashing before her eyes as she points at itadori with a blank look on his already stupid face.

Gojo hums, then sigh exaggeratingly. "Welp, can't help it then. I'll choose where we'll eat for today."

"What- no way! That's not fair!" Cries nobara, itadori just watches the pair dumbly, still seeing stars circling his head. Nobara is a good friend, always so reliable and supportive but she's a bit too much.

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The trio arrives at a small but fancy cafe after 40 minutes because gojo kept wandering around inside pastry shops like a man child he is. Nobara tugs her peach-haired friend from his tie like a dog, a distressed frown imprint on her pretty face. She feels like a single mom with two wild children running around and making fools of themselves.

How embarrassing.

"Let's go!" Cheers gojo as he skips inside the cafe, earning a few weird looks from passerby. The brunette facepalm, trying to act like she doesn't know that man who just hops in the cafe with bags of sweets in his hands. It was never a good idea to go to the same place with them. She knows it more than anyone. She tried so hard to hate them or get annoyed but can't bring herself into. Deep down nobara knows she loves those idiots. Well, fuck.

"Hey, you coming or nah?"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up already."

She tugs itadori tie again, grumbling "c'mon" under her breath. The boy still has a dumb expression on his face but seems a bit sober now. They choose to sit in the farthest booth in the corner, away from other customers.