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❝THERE'S no goddamn way I'm going with him!❞ Akira yelled, emphatically stomping her foot in protest. "Oh well... You really are assigning me a mission with him?! And that too, ALONE?!" Akira was in disbelief.
"Yeah... and... and... you can't deny," Gojo said, smiling mischievously, nodding his head. He really had something in his mind, didn't he?
"SENSEIIII!" Akira whined, glaring at the raven-haired boy, Megumi, with whom she was going on the mission, alone. "Will you say something or stand right there like that?" she mocked, visibly irritated.
There was no way they could tolerate each other at all. Both of them had their egos, and neither would back down. If he had his cold demeanor, she had her fiery rage.
Megumi stood there, leaning against the car, observing the sensei-student duo bickering, or more likely, observing the girl vehemently protesting.
"Jerkkkkk!!!!" Akira snapped, gritting her teeth in annoyance. "Do I really have to go, Gojo Senseiiii?" she asked, and Gojo just nodded while giggling.
"You have to, Akira... with... Megumi..." Gojo said, smiling and clearly contemplating something.
Akira rolled her eyes. "I can't tolerate him," she said, folding her arms across her chest and looking away from Megumi and Gojo.
"I can't tolerate you either," Megumi spoke, attempting to maintain a calm facade.
Oh, they hated each other, didn't they?
"Alright then!" Gojo spoke, and in a swift motion, he pushed both of the students into the back seat of the black car, locking the doors. "Enjoy, my dear students!" he giggled and waved at the two teens through the window after informing the driver about the mission's location.
Akira was shocked at her teacher's speed. She groaned and sat up straight, only now realizing that until this moment, she was literally on top of Megumi.
Megumi, on the other hand, cleared his throat and pushed his hair back, choosing to gaze out of the window. The tension between them was a complex enigma, challenging to decipher.
At one point, they despised each other to the limits. But on the flip side, an unspoken connection lingered beneath the surface, a mysterious undercurrent that neither could comprehend. Despite the years of training and their history as childhood friends—or perhaps foes—there was an elusive emotion that refused to be ignored.
Megumi, typically quiet and reserved, kept his thoughts about Akira locked away. Yet, truth be told, a wave of contentment washed over him when Akira returned. The internal symphony of his heart played an upbeat tune he struggled to control.
He stole a fleeting glance at Akira, quickly redirecting his attention to the passing scenery outside. For reasons he couldn't quite fathom, he felt an undeniable pull. The way she sat, arms folded, legs slightly parted—her perpetual posture, taking advantage of the shorts beneath her skirt—made him wonder how she managed to exude beauty even when wearing an annoyed and irritated expression.
So fucking pretty.
Rubbing his temple, he tried to suppress these thoughts, but something about Akira compelled him intensely. The light brown hair with violet highlights, the galaxy within her eyes, the unintentional pout formed by her pink plump lips when irritated, the way she absentmindedly bit them—all observed with keen attention.
He couldn't help but wonder about the impulse to grab her goddamn pretty face and kiss those tempting lips of hers—
Megumi threw his head back harshly, forcefully denying the thoughts that threatened to consume him.
Akira's eyes shot to Megumi, who was sweating and had just hit his head on the seat.
"Oi? You got possessed or what?" she asked, raising her brows with a weird expression. I mean, the boy randomly threw back his head.
This, right here, was what brought him to his knees. Not just this, but everything about her. The way she talked—or rather, yelled—drove him crazy. Whenever she addressed him, and it was always in a yell, her voice carried a sensual undertone, at least that's what he thought. Her deep yet dangerously sweet voice always brought him to the edge.
That voice, ugh.
Megumi looked at her and swallowed a lump, his Adam's apple bobbing. "It's nothing," he took a deep breath, rubbing his jawline, and looked out of the window. He managed to act as if nothing untoward was going on in his mind, even though his stomach was doing back flips.
Goddamn it.
His mind and heart persisted in urging him to think about her, even when he desperately sought to divert his thoughts. The internal struggle was driving him to the edge of madness. The car slipped into silent mode once again, but the silence in the confined space spoke volumes.
Megumi's gaze intensified as Akira swiftly ran her palm through her hair, brushing them back. Unable to resist, he found himself pondering how their hands might look intertwined. Glancing at his own palm, he couldn't help but wonder about the contrasting dynamics. Her hand appeared almost half the size of Megumi's, or so he estimated. Despite her tall and robust stature, she seemed diminutive in comparison to Megumi's imposing figure. He could easily tower over her, and the mere thought of leaning in for a kiss—
There was a loud thud on the roof of the car, dangerously close. The vehicle came to an abrupt stop. Akira and Megumi's eyes shot up to the roof, then met each other's gaze. Megumi's earlier distracting thoughts vanished, replaced by the urgency of the situation as his competitive instincts kicked in.
Wide-eyed, they both cautiously touched the roof, a sensation that sent a shiver down their spines. It felt as though the roof could break at any moment.
"We gotta get out," Megumi blurted, a sense of urgency in his voice. "It's on the roof, and this can break anytime."
In the darkness, illuminated only by the moon, the perfect setting for a curse to strike and claim lives, Akira and Megumi swiftly opened the car doors and leaped out, positioning themselves defensively.
