Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 42

Summary:

It's the morning after an eventful night and you wake up not knowing you were walking into another eventful day.

Author's Note:

Hello guys! I'm back with a new chapter and I really tried my best with this one so I hope you enjoy it. Writing this chapter gave me a whole rollercoaster of emotions so I hope it was all worth it in the end!

Recommended Songs:
From the Dining Table by Harry Styles
Fine Line by Harry Styles
Haunted House by Holly Humberstone

There were so many other songs that kind of worked or gave this chapter different tones that I liked so here's a link to my playlist once again to explore if you want:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0kQ9zHgL8y9ioby5IMqcw4?si=91dd1326478e4f45

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You wake up the next morning feeling groggy and your head pounding. You groaned, slowly stretching your limbs against the warm sheets, mumbling, "I shouldn't have let Shoko convince me into drinking that much."

You suddenly sat up, your brows furrowed as you remember snippets of last night, glimpses of white hair flashing through your mind. Did Gojo bring me home? How did he even know Shoko and I were at the bar? And why did he help me?

Walking into your kitchen, you immediately noticed a note on your counter next to a paper bag with a savory smell wafting from it. God, what happened last night, you thought, rubbing your eyes with one hand as the other picked up the note.

I thought my face would not be a welcome sight for you first thing in the morning, so I headed home early. I also notified Yaga that you might be running late using the excuse that you aren't feeling great. There's a bagel sandwich in the bag how you like it, and I'm sorry if it cooled down a bit.

At the bottom of the note, you see scratched-out scribbles like Gojo wasn't sure about his words. Gojo continues, I'm sorry for a lot of things, but I'm terribly sorry for making you think I chose her over you. It was always you, Princess.

Your brows furrowed in confusion before you groaned, quick flashes of the conversation coming back to you, realizing that you must have said a lot of embarrassing things to Gojo while you weren't in your right mind. Great, now I have to face him in the office with him having heard god knows what. Actually, no, I'd rather not. Looking at the time, you decide to start getting ready and that you'll find a way to avoid that conversation for as long as possible.

Arriving on the floor of your office, you inhale, squinting as you walk through the bright hallways, dressed in a white turtleneck sweater and a navy blue pencil skirt. The sound of your black heels hitting the tile announces your arrival, your co-workers greeting you as you walk past them. I should grab some coffee, you decided, setting your belongings down on your desk.

You walk towards the lounge, pausing when you catch a glimpse of Nanami and Gojo standing by the coffee maker and effectively all the equipment you would need to make a cup. So maybe coffee can wait. You turned on your heels, heading back towards your office, bumping into Shoko in the hallway.

"Oh! Hey Shoko, would you like to order some coffee from a nearby cafe? I can have Maki pick it up."

Shoko yawned, rolling her neck as she ran her hands down her burgundy cardigan. "Hungover?"

You rubbed the back of your neck, chuckling, "Yeah, a bit," watching as Shoko tilted her head, crossing her arms, giving you a knowing look.

"But why can't you just make a cup in the lounge, [Y/n]?"