|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

24.

Y/n's POV

I avoid him like the plague whenever he comes near, the thread that joins us becomes almost palpable, so I know when to look busy. Since I was appointed as a teacher of the Kyoto institute, he comes over every once in a while, either he joins the training sessions I give my students with the excuse of wanting to help them train, in which he just stands next to me as I do my job, or he just comes for the dumbest reasons ever. I don't know why he comes, but it doesn't surprise me like at the beginning of the school year; it's been so long that now my students are starting their second year.

I hear the door knock, but I already know it's him, so I keep working on the paperwork of my students' missions. I hear the doorknob twist and I can already feel my patience running thin. He doesn't care if I let him in or not, so I always lock the door.

"Y/n!" Gojo knocks again. "I find it really rude when you do this, so I made sure to bring your students with me so they can see the type of person you really are." 

I sigh as I feel my eye twitch. It never crosses my mind that someone as strong as him can be the most immature person I have ever met. I walk towards the door, I open it slightly peeking through. I can feel my eye twitch again as I see him standing alone with a dorky smile moving the black blindfold up to his hair.

"Got you." He puts his hand to stop me from slamming the door on him. I roll my eyes, knowing it's too much work to fight him to close it; he will just float to my window like the last time when I got so annoyed I had to call Megumi to come get him.

It's been a while since we became... I don't know what we are. He is like an annoying brother. Ever since he learned that Yaga made me stay in Kyoto, he is always coming here. To the point Yaga questions me about what is going on, but I always tell him the truth. He comes for the most idiotic reasons  so even Yaga has stopped asking. I don't blame him, whenever he does ask we both get exasperated with the topic and he just asks me to stop, commanding me to report if its something important.

I like general commands like that, easy to mold around to benefit me.

I breathe deeply as I step back, going back to my seat. "What is it now?" He walks inside with a smug look as he closes the door behind him.

"There is always a really welcoming energy here..." He sits in front of my desk, his sticky hands taking my candy bar. I can't help as my eyes glare at him, but I curse in my head as he smiles. I breathe deeply, trying not to give him any more reactions. My eyes follow his hand as he opens the bar, he is behaving more arrogantly than usual.

I try not to think about the fact that was my breakfast.

I hate him...

I look back at my computer, waiting for him to speak, but he sits in silence. I type away, trying to focus on finishing my work, but his presence and the staring of his six eyes feels so invasive I give up after a couple of minutes. I close my eyes defeated. 

"What are you doing here?" I can feel my eye have a heartbeat with how irritated he gets me.

"Thought you'd never ask... I was starting to get bored." He puts the now empty wrapper of my breakfast on the desk. I look up at him; he sits like he was an innocent child, playfulness in his smile. "I came to talk to you."

I'm genuinely worried he has an intellectual deficit as I look at him baffled.

"Why are you not speaking then?" I grab the wrapper and throw it in the trash.

"Well, you looked busy."

"I am busy." I organize my desk but sigh, knowing what he wants. I look up at him, and he smiles once he has my attention; he widens his legs as he leans back on the chair.

"Tell me I'm the best." My eyebrows furrow with disgust at his words. He raises his eyebrow offended, but his smile doesn't waver as he reaches for his briefcase, bringing out a stack of papers. "Which do you think are more good-looking: the filthy rich men circled in red that were in Japan when you were born, or the others that weren't. Which one is your type?" He looks at me as my eyes fall on the paper in front of him.

No, he didn't...

My heart skips a beat. As I stand up and sit next to him, my hands slightly shaking as I hold the papers. My eyes scan what I am seeing, the images attached hold some familiar faces and I can feel my hands getting numb. I swish through the papers; this must have taken ages to gather. There are so many papers, markings, addresses. My eyesight gets blurry as I clench my jaw; there are so many emotions forming in the pit of my stomach that I breathe in deeply trying to steady myself. I know where he is getting at, and I'm thankful for the cover-up he is doing.

"So am I the best?" He leans closer, and I can feel something I lost a long time ago.

Hope.

"Gojo..." I swallow as I look up at him. "None of those are my type." I smile as I stop myself from getting emotional. I feel my eyes get tingly, so I look up trying for the feeling to stop. "Since when-"

"A little crumb told me the less she knows the better."