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Chapter 13 | Gojo's Persistence

You wake up groggy from the heavy high to a loud thumping at your door. You groan as you push yourself up from your bed, trudging your way to the front.

You pull the door open, half expecting Choso to be standing outside. To your unpleasant surprise, it's only your blue-eyed "friend".

You roll your eyes and turn away immediately. However, you leave the door open for him.

"What do you want, Gojo?" You head back to your room and rush into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and brushing your teeth.

Gojo takes it as an invitation to come in and shuts the door behind him. With no sense of privacy or personal space, he follows you to the bathroom just as you finish brushing.

"Were you at the club last night?" He asks, his voice sounding filled with a sense of urgency.

"Why?" You drag your words out, keeping your eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror as you splash cold water on your face.

"It was couples' night." He states, assuming you'd immediately put two and two together despite your dazed demeanor.

"So?" You turn towards him with scrunched eyebrows. You shove past him and make your way towards the kitchen, preparing coffee for yourself.

"You were there with you know who." He presses on, sounding as if he's almost too bothered by him to say his name, though he very well knows it.

"And?" You impatiently tap your foot, waiting for the coffee to brew.

"Are you high??" He asks, coming to you and placing his hand firmly on the counter, leaning down to get a good glimpse of your face. You hadn't showered last night, so the smell of weed is likely still clouding around you.

"Not anymore." You answer nonchalantly, crossing your arms and turning away from him, trying your best to give him a cold shoulder.

"Y/N." He calls, grabbing ahold of your shoulders, turning you around for you to face him. "I like you."

Immediately, your expression twists into a face of disdain. Your nose scrunches in disbelief.

"Fuck off."

You swipe his hand off your shoulder and turn back towards the coffee. After seeming like it took forever, your coffee has finished brewing. You grab the glass kettle and pour the steaming coffee into a mug. You move around the kitchen and grab a carton of creamer from the fridge. Gojo continues to follow you around like a puppy dog.

A part of this starts to feel fun for you. You're finally giving him a taste of his own medicine. But still, him showing up here like this is no good for your fading feelings.

Despite his lingering presence, you take the mug and go into your room, shutting the door and locking it. You take your time changing your clothes into something less disheveled looking. You grab the mug off the dresser and take a sip, resting your other hand on the doorknob.

You take a deep breath in through your nose in an effort to settle your nerves. You swing the door open just to find Gojo still standing right at the door frame.

You take one look at him, making sure to glare so that he might take the hint.

He doesn't.

"Fucking christ." You mutter under your breath. You head for the door with your mug still in hand and slide on a pair of shoes. Right as you open the front door, Gojo rushes past you, stopping at the threshold. He puts a hand on each side of the door, towering over you with unrelenting determination to get your full attention.

"Y/N!" His voice grows louder now, nearly demanding at you.

"What?!" You shout back, exasperated.

"Why are you acting like this?" He pouts, almost in a childish way. He isn't used to receiving this kind of attitude from you. And in the case that he did, it was almost always in a joking way. It seems he has yet to understand exactly what he did wrong, and that makes his behavior crawl under your skin even more.

"Because you had your chance!" You yell, finally looking up to meet his icy blue eyes. After a dragged out period of bickering, he finally seems to get the point. Or at least, you hope he does. You take the opportunity to duck underneath his arm and scurry past him.

He turns quickly and grabs ahold of your arm, stopping you from running away from him.

"What, are you two dating or something?!-"

"Is who dating?" A deep voice interrupts your argument. You look over to see Choso standing a couple feet away from the two of you with his hands in his pockets and a raised eyebrow. His hair is back up in his signature spiky hairstyle. You feel a sense of comfort now that he's here.

"Jesus- has anyone ever told you that hairstyle looks stupid on you?" Gojo retorts at him with attitude. Still, a lie, you always thought the hairdo fit him perfectly. You take your arm out of Gojo's grip and head by the railing, sipping your coffee a safer distance away from him.

"I guess asking you to show up when you're not feeling like being a jackass is too much to ask." Choso says, taking a step forward towards Gojo. "Seeing as that's pretty much your personality at this point."

"I came here for her, not you." Gojo states firmly.

"Well, I thought I heard a clear 'fuck off' earlier. If that means anything to you."

Choso's response tells you that the two of you were loud enough for him to hear everything going down. You can't help but feel bad for the rest of your neighbors if Choso was able to hear it from a couple doors down.

Gojo turns towards you, making his way to you with his hands balled up into fists.

"We're gonna have to talk, at some point." He says, his voice lowering as he gets ahold of his composure. "Whether you like it or not."

You look up at Gojo and huff at him, turning away and sipping your coffee. Gojo rolls his eyes with frustration and brushes past you, heading down the stairs and getting out of your way.