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'Papa...'
The tall grass of the flower fields always irritated (Y/n)'s bare ankles and shins from wearing her high school uniform. With a grim expression she didn't bother scratching her itchy skin.
Her father turned back to her, his arms cradling a bouquet of the traditional funeral flowers. Her dead voice almost gave him a shiver. He wondered why Kyo really meant that much to her...
(Y/n) gave her father a reassuring, sweet smile. The flirtation of suicide, dancing on her lips:
'Would it be okay...if I...'
・゜゜・． ・゜゜・． ➷
"Itadori, what's up?" Megumi asked the pink haired boy as they walked to class. "You've been smiling to yourself since we left the dorms."
Itadori blushed up at Megumi, embarrassed, remembering (Y/n)'s cute reaction to their party. He had a soft spot for her. Itadori scratched the back of his head nervously answering to Megumi:
"So you noticed, Megumi. Sorry...to be honest I'm just happy (Y/n) and Gojo sensei are getting along. They almost feel like they could be my parents...in the best way, of course."
Megumi hummed and played with a piece of his spiky hair. "You think so? I was thinking that...you know..." Itadori's eyes widened, understanding what he meant.
"You think so? I know it was sudden but...they seem...or rather Gojo seems..."
"...Yeah I know what you mean." Megumi answered stopping before the classroom sliding door.
He looked ahead of him, a small blush on his pale skin as he put his hands into his pockets, "I haven't really seen Gojo act like this ever. I mean he was the one who insisted we give her an apology surprise party, even though he covered that up a bit."
"...Hey, I was gonna give her something too! I swear!" Itadori exclaimed, pointing at himself with a sorry expression. Megumi continued:
"...And that's just one example of others. To me, he seems to be really invested in her... almost in a loving way." He looked into Itadori's brown eyes. They sparkled. "A non selfish way..."
‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊
(Y/n) approached school, a cup of coffee in her hands. The usual sluggish walk of shame back to her unrequited crush—
"—Geto."
"AH!"
The tall man with long black hair, drooping earlobes and slanted eyes stared down at her with a curious smile. He adored her cute reactions: the now lukewarm coffee spilling onto her blouse as her knees locked. The liquids seeped through her clothing, unveiling her undergarments: a black bra.
