Furtive Ignominy (COMPLETED)

8

Y/n was fuming when she went to her university the next morning for the sole reason that her professor and lieutenant of Tokyo Police Department was younger than her. She doesn't really know why she felt anger rise inside her, but she knew there was some frustration building up inside her.

From that miniscule reason and the fact that she's still studying while Gojo had already got his profession and she's even older than him.

"What a drag." She kicked a stone on her path.

She peered from behind her shoulder when she got to the school premises to see if there was something suspicious around and that's when she saw a black car stopped, the car lowered its window to see Suguru's face. He winked at her and gave her a two-finger ciao before driving off.

She couldn't help but feel safe now that she knew they were serious about taking care of her. She went inside and was greeted by Nobara with a warm hug, "Y/n, the hell! How are you?"

"I'm fine." She returned the smile.

"Are you sure? News said Mori has been— anyway I'm glad you're fine." Nobara hugged her.

"Thank you for not asking." Y/n hugged her back. There was a bitter smile on her lips.

"We've been so worried about you—" Nobara's words were cut off with a usual jolly, annoying voice.

"Okay, class. Literary Course time again." The familiar voice of man echoed from behind them and by the severity of Nobara's groan, Y/n knew, that's their professor.

"Sensei, you're always on the wrong timing." Nobara whined, she didn't even try to hide her annoyance from their professor as she folded her arms below her brimming chest.

"Sorry to cut your short talk then," he just gave them his usual toothy grin. "Come on, get inside, we'll have a new interesting lesson. It is the legend of the—"

But Gojo's excited facade faded when another professor approached him with a rather high-pitched tone.

"Professor Gojo," another female faculty from afar called him.

"Yes?" he replied, darting his attention to the woman who seemed fidgety while holding his clipboard, spinning it on his fingers. "What can I do for you, Miss Cherille Jinn?"

The woman's face seemed to redden when her name slipped from Gojo's face. "D-Do you have time later after class? Maybe I could treat you with a coffee when you helped me with my report plans?"

"Thank you Miss Jinn, but I'm occupied after class." He said, rather nonchalantly.

"Oh I see, well done, some other time."

"Yep."

Y/n saw how he interacted with the female professor which made her irritated for some reason. She was just asking politely if she could treat him after class but there he was being sarcastic with his words. "That idiot will someday reap what he sows."

"Hey, how old do you think Gojo Sensei is?" Y/n asked in a deadpan expression as she watch him conversing with the shy professor.

"He's 29." Nobara huffed.

"29? How'd you know?"

"I saw his ID once." She sneered at Gojo's way. "Yet he still acts like he's 20."

"That's because he is!" That's what Y/n's mind was yelling but she suppressed her mouth. It all makes sense to Y/n, if he's really an undercover agent he would have to hide his identity, but why was he still using his real name? Probably because that was a huge hussle faking all his papers.