Annoying At Its Finest

three

▪︎ Three days

Utahime couldn't give Gojo a definite answer. For a few times, she thought she would reject him. But she found herself contemplating about it.

Dating Gojo?

The man himself seems to be already convincing her to say no. Gojo himself is a hazard.

However, does she even know Gojo? Like know know him? She thought she knew the arrogant man, but the events  earlier was really confusing.

In the past, there was these few moments where Utahime thought that he was a really good and sweet man. She never admitted this to anyone. But that was it: few moments. Majority of their time spent together was her yelling and him laughing.

Utahime shook her head, coming to her senses. It's Gojo. She's saying no. That's it. She closed her eyes and finally drifted off to deep sleep.

It was the start of the school year. Three days after Gojo asked Utahime out. She arrived at her office, and she found Gojo there sitting with his legs crossed. He was sitting on her chair behind her desk.

What a great person to see first.

"Gojo," she greeted with contempt. "I am just excited to see how you will annoy me today."

"Yo! First thing, morning. Second, rude."

The man has his blindfold on, and his hair up. He wore his dark getup he usually has on for work. An image different from what she had seen a few days back. This was like work Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer—

with an inflated ego and obnoxious personality.

"Why the heck are you here?"

"No greeting? And you say I don't have manners." Gojo clicked his tongue while shaking his head disapprovingly. He sat up straight and laid his head on his propped up hand.

Utahime walked over to him and stood in front. "Get up. I need to start working."

"Come sit on my lap instead!" he offered shamelessly.

The cup of coffee she was holding from a café flew to him. He, of course, did not get even a tiny drop of it on him. How she wished to just burn a part of him.

"That's a waste of coffee. I don't know if you know, but that's not what coffees are for."

Great. Now, she's mad and has to clean up the spilled coffee.

"Just go away, you jerk," she glared at him. Gojo did not budge though. Defeated, Utahime sat in front of him. There's a seat in front of her desk in case she needed to talk to someone in her office.

"What a prick," she mumbled.

"If you're going to insult me, please speak up."

"You are a prick."

"How sweet," he smiled. "So, now that you've settled down. I'm here to ask you about your answer."

Utahime flinched. Despite deciding to say no three days ago, she kept thinking about it. It was really a consuming activity.

She can't see any pros. But, why is she still not determined with her answer? If she hate him that much, the respond should be a given, right?

She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. "No," she said. Opening her eyes, she slowly looked at Gojo.