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𝐓𝐖𝐎 . Another Job

FRIEND OF A FRIEND . . . !
gojo x f!reader fic

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( 0.2 | ANOTHER JOB )

     "Ah, welcome— Y/N!?"

Mrs. Fushiguro gasped and immediately brought her hand over her mouth.

Y/N tilted her head, unsure as to why she was so startled. "Hello..." She awkwardly greeted while a nervous bullet of sweat slid down the side of her face. "I thought you were aware I was coming today."

"Yes, yes... I know." Mrs. Fushiguro held the door open for her. As Y/N walked inside, a lingering gaze followed suit.

"Is there something wrong?" Y/N finally asked.

There was a moment of uneasiness between the two until it was broken by the older lady's sweet voice.

"No, there's nothing wrong!" She anxiously responded. In hopes of not offending Y/N, there was an attempt of... beating around the bush. "So, have you been well lately? Are you getting enough rest?"

Y/N hummed a tune as she untied her shoelaces in the foyer. Looking up into her mind, she recalled her tiring shift at the convenience store the night prior. She tucked a stand of hair behind her ear and gently smiled.

"I'm managing that!" Chirped Y/N.

"Are you now... haha..." Mrs. Fushiguro's voice trailed off. The dullness in her face swapped with a youthful expression once she thought of her son.

"Well, Megumi is in his room right now. He brought some friends over, so I'll be in the kitchen preparing some snacks."

Y/N raised from her crouching position, nodding in agreement.

"Alright!"

Whistling, she walked past Mrs. Fushiguro, who was already chopping away over the stove, and made her way up the stairs.

With each step, Y/N pondered over their previous interaction. She wasn't sure what Mrs. Fushiguro was attempting to hint at, which made her feel bad for placing her in an uncomfortable situation.

"Getting enough rest...? 'Managing' that? Ugh, you're an idiot, Y/N." She slapped her palm over her face in shame. Her thoughts danced around in her mind, poking fun of how she replied to the question.

Y/N resisted every urge to tear off her skin and hide away in a hole.

"C'mon, get yourself together." Mumbling to herself, she prepared to ease her nerves before entering Megumi's room. Once Y/N regained her composure, she twisted the handle and let herself in.

"KUGISAAAAKI!" Pleaded Yuji Itadori, who was on his knees.

That so called 'composure' was now lost in anxiety and fear.

Nobara Kugisaki rolled her eyes as she scrolled through his camera roll. An annoyed and disgusted expression spread across her face with each photo she came across.

"I told you, if you don't answer the next question correctly, I'll delete every single photo in your creepy ass album of Jennifer Lawrence." She clicked her tongue.

Across the room sat Megumi Fushiguro, who was peacefully ignoring the other two. He sat at his desk, headphones blaring music in order to silence both of them.

He noticed Y/N standing frozen in stone in the doorway. Her stance was so odd that it almost made him laugh. Almost.

"When did you get here?" Megumi asked, pulling his headphones off.