Failing For You - Gojo x Reader

Chapter 29

I make a great effort of ignoring Gojo's texts and calls. 

When I get back to my apartment, I slam the door shut and slump down on the couch, annoyed and hurt. 

Next to me, my phone begins buzzing again. 

I glare at it until it stops. 

Dumbass rich boy.

I turn the TV on to distract myself and grab a blanket to curl up under. Time passes. The ringing stops and I cool down slowly. I eventually begin working on schoolwork on my computer, my legs crossed comfortably under me. When my eyes begin to droop, signaling an ideal time for an afternoon nap, I order a coffee to my apartment from the local café. 

As it turns out, anger can be a great motivator to get shit done. 

When I get the notification that my coffee has arrive, I slip on a pair of sandals and walk downstairs to the entrance to grab it. 

I fling the door open and blink. 

Gojo's standing there looking terribly apologetic. 

I steel my jaw and scan the ground for my coffee. After a moment, I notice a to-go bag in Gojo's hand. I blink, taking a deep breath.

"You deliver coffee now?" I ask, my voice disinterested.

"No, I just saw it had your name on it," he glances at the bag in his hand. 

"Okay," I motion to it. "So, give it to me."

"Let's talk," he says, stepping forward to hand me the bag.

I thought he'd put up some resistance and keep the bag to bribe me or something. I didn't expect him to give it to me so quickly. I frown.

"There's nothing to talk about," I tell him.

Gojo stares at me and I know he read on my face that there's plenty to talk about. Damn him for being able to read me. Over all of these weeks, I've shown him every emotion I have. He's seen everything. He's fluent in my language, in the way that I act. 

"Really, it's fine," I shrug. "None of this is real anyway. I can act like I love you and you can act like a fucking stuck up prick that you are. Nothing's changed."

Oops. 

"Y/n..."

"What?" I say. "What? Let's just play our roles, like we discussed."

"I'm sorry," he says. "That was rude of me to say earlier. It's not an excuse, but I was just pissed at Utahime. I was inconsiderate and it was completely out-of-line."

I stare off at the street behind him.

"That's not...a reflection of the way that I think. I just said it because I knew it'd hurt."

"How does that make it better?" I turn to him. The wind ruffles his hair and he's got those dark shades on, shielding his eyes from the sun. It's easy to tell from his tight expression that he's not happy. 

"It doesn't make it any better," he replies. "It doesn't change the fact that it was wrong."

I sigh. "It hurt me too, you know. Made me feel fucking stupid."

He nods. "It was a terrible thing to say. To anyone."

"It was sick to see you stoop to that level," I tell him. "You don't understand what it was like for her, Gojo."

He nods. "I understand that."

"Did you apologize to her?" 

"Yeah," he nods. "I did."