Failing For You - Gojo x Reader

Chapter 16

My classes go by slowly.

I can't focus on the material and I feel agitated at the pace time is passing. Truly, how can someone talk about E-commerce for two fucking hours straight? At moments like these, I truly regret majoring in business and not something like literature.

I rub both hands over my eyes.

Fuck.

I pull my phone out of my bag and stare at the Lock Screen and lack of notifications.

Fuck.

Should I text him?

I put my phone away and bang my head lightly on the desk.

Fuck!

I head to the campus café after class, deciding to drown my sorrows with an overly sweet coffee drink. I order the largest size and an extra shot of espresso. Sipping the cold drink, I sulk to a seat in the very back corner of the café and sit down heavily. I pull out my French book for Gojo's--my literature class tomorrow and unmark the page I left off.

Finally, time starts to pass more quickly. I'm vaguely aware of students getting up and sitting down around me and the buzz of a machine grinding coffee beans somewhere in the back of the store. The air is sweet and heavy and I breathe in deeply.

In the book, Delphine and Michel are finally reunited after the war ends. I scoff when I read the description of their (first) kiss. It's overly dramatic, too saccharine and showy for two people who don't know each other at all. This author really knows how to piss me off. I mark the page and close the book, staring in front of me.

I see white hair at the other side of the shop.

Eyes widening, I watch Gojo set a coffee down in front of a young woman, who smiles at him as he sits down, a coffee in front of himself as well.

No way. 

I can hardly believe my eyes. 

His back is facing me so I let myself observe the woman he's with from my quiet little corner. She looks like she's our age, brown eyes, brown hair, really good eyelashes, and an unusually tired look on her face. Pretty.

I purse my lips, letting the apparent reality of the situation wash over me.

She could be a student, friend, coworker, advisor, date, lover...anyone.

But he looks overjoyed to be around her.

His posture is completely relaxed, comfortable, and I can see his shoulders shake as he laughs at something she says. There's no schoolwork or paper on the table between them, just the coffee. With horror, I watch as she reaches across the table to pat his arm rather...affectionately.

Alright, I'm mad.

I can't help it. I didn't choose to be the jealous and possessive type and I fucking hate being insecure. But the way she seems equally as comfortable with him pisses me off. It's clearly not a first date and she's clearly not just a student or coworker. They're obviously friends...at least.

It's fine.

Gojo and I aren't anything either, except maybe friends. He's my TA for god's sake and implied last night that he won't ask for commitment from me. It's fine, we're not exclusive. We're not anything.

The image of him panting between my legs flashes across my mind.

I realize my grip on my latte is creasing the plastic and the drink is dangerously close to spilling out of the top. I let go.