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"...that's a good girl..."
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Present Day
Y/N POV
I left Neji's office and walked to the first floor to see everyone. I continued to think about the way his hands trailed up the back of my thigh. The way his mouth lingered on my neck and planted soft kisses. The way his hair falls perfectly in place and his suit fits him just right.
No. I can't think like this about him. He is still a huge asshole. Wait a minute.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Did he try to manipulate me and turn the situation in his favor? Is that the only reason he tried to seduce me?
"I am so fucking stupid," I mumble to myself.
I just agreed to help him tonight without even understanding the gravity of the situation.
Once I shook myself out of my thoughts, I continued to walk to the end of the hallway to apartment 101. I gave it three knocks.
"It's Y/N," I called out.
Immediately the door opened, showcasing Gojo in a towel around his hips and his snow-white hair dripping wet.
"Hey beautiful," he said, looking down at me.
"Hey handsome," I said pushing past him and walking into the apartment.
It looked just like mine but had more bedrooms—3 to be exact. I assumed Nobara had her own room, along with Gojo, and Megumi and Yuuji shared one.
"Where is everyone else?" I questioned, looking around.
"Megumi and Yuuji are still fast asleep and Nobara just hopped in the shower," he said, making his way to the room he currently occupied.
I followed him and plopped on the edge of his temporary bed.
"How Nanami?" I asked.
"He's good. Taking care of business while we're here. He didn't feel like leaving Japan," he shrugged.
"Makes sense. You know how serious he takes his work," I stated, adding a laugh.
I sobered up and got down to business, hitting Gojo with the important questions.
"So what happened after the short-haired brother escorted you out?" I asked.
"Well, he took me to Itadori, who was basically bleeding out in the cell. We carried him into another room, which sort of looked like a little mini-hospital. Some girl with pink hair stitched him and took care of him. I was surprised that they were being nice—especially after the way in which they greeted us," he said, rolling his eyes.
