Imprisoned》Attack on Titan: No Regrets

Three

Isabel helf her stomach as she doubled over in laughter. Lucy had Gojo's arm twisted behind his back, pinned to the floor, because he still hasn't managed to clean right anything right - despite him being there for almost two weeks. The only decent job he's done was polishing the ODM gear with her help.

"I thought I was doing it right!" Gojo cried. Isabel laughed harder when Lucy moved her hand to twist his wrist. "Why are you laughing at me?! She nearly broke your finger last night."

"Cause she almost broke a dish," Lucy stated with no remorse.

Isabel nodded. "Yeah. At least I'm not the only one suffering. You suck at cleaning, Gojo."

Gojo was doing it on purpose. He wanted to spend as much time with Lucy as possible. Sure, he knows just a tiny bit about Lucy in the present, or future in this case, but this allowed him to see her up close. He could finally see what makes her tick, what she likes from her world that he could give in his, and see how Lucy was here before she had to adapt over there.

Lucy gave Gojo the task of sweeping the place, yet, somehow, Gojo tracked more dirt. Isabel panicked because Levi and Lucy hated it when everything was dirty. She tried to help until Lucy appeared behind them with a murderous gaze and pinned Gojo to the floor. The way Gojo struggled made Isabel laugh.

"Did no one teach you how to clean, moron?" Lucy asked before letting go.

"No. I was forbidden to touch anything," he lied. Since he was born with both Limitless and Six Eyes, Gojo was sorta a spoiled child back then. The housework would normally be done. It changed when Gojo attended Jujutsu Tech. Gojo sprung up and grabbed Lucy's hand that didn't have the broom. "Oh, please, Lulu teach me the ways of the broom!"

Lucy tsked. "You mean like how I've been helping you with everything else? Maybe Levi should be the one to teach you."

Gojo shook his head as he got closer, invading her personal space. "I don't want Levi. I want you! You do it a thousand times better." Levi and Farlan arrived at the kitchen. Farlan felt an annoying tick appear on his forehead due to Gojo's close proximity. If he were standing next to Isabel, the angle would have made it look like they were about to kiss. "You're more patient with me!"

Farlan wasn't one to hate on someone so quickly, but he hated Gojo before the first week of his stay ended. Gojo was glued to Lucy and followed her around like a puppy. He saw the way the white-haired male would always gaze at her from the other side of the room. He would try to make her laugh or do something he thought would impress her. Farlan could have sworn that Gojo is in love and trying to take Lucy away from him.

Levi noticed as well and made sure Gojo was never alone with Lucy. He didn't trust Gojo in the slightest. The way he clung on to Lucy made it seem like he wanted more from her. Levi's seen men throw themselves at his sister if they thought she would sleep with them. He assumed Gojo is the same way, only stupider.

"Unless you have a death wish, I'd advise you take two steps back," Levi threatened. His eyes narrowed when Gojo looked at him confusingly, not showing even the slightest bit of fear. He marched over to glare up at him. "If you want to live in your own filth like the pig you are, then you're more than welcome to leave. But if you're going to stay here then you're going to learn how to clean things the right way."

Gojo smirked in amusement. He wasn't scared of Levi, he found it adorable. Especially since Gojo's a lot taller than him so he's only tilting his head down so he could actually see the murderous glare in Levi's eyes. Gojo could see the little warning as well: stay the hell away from Lucy.

"Awe, is big brother Levi afraid of a little dirt?" Gojo couldn't help himself. Levi's eyes squinted until his fist came up and connected with Gojo's abdomen. 

Right, I don't have my Infinity, Gojo thought as he fell to his knees. Levi reached over and grabbed a handful of Gojo's hair before roughly tugging it so they were actually eye-to-eye.

"The snowflake should be afraid of getting thrown into the fire?" he retorted.

Lucy was annoyed and didn't even bother to hide it as she exhaled. "Can we not fight for two seconds?" she questioned. Levi and Gojo turned to look at her. "He wants to be an idiot and pretend not to know the first rule of cleaning."

"How'd you know he's faking it?" Farlan wondered.

Lucy raised her brow before walking ahead of them. Isabel and Farlan looked at her with a bit of confusion while Levi pushed Gojo away to follow Lucy. Gojo watched as she appeared in front of his room before opening it.

The place was spotless. There wasn't a speck of dirt on the floor. The bed was made with his pajamas folded neatly on the corner of the bed. Lucy looked at her brother and motioned him to inspect it. Levi walked in and scanned the place while Isabel held her breath. His fingers glide across the kitchen table before moving under to feel some kind of dust. Levi brought his hand up, surprised to find nothing on them.

Gojo stood behind Lucy with a teasing grin toward Levi. The grin was somehow mocking him in a way that said Sike! You thought I was a slob, but I'm not!

He mentally thanked present Lucy for forcing him clean back in his universe. Gojo knows the kind of cleanliness the group wants and expects.

Farlan growled under his breath. "If you knew how to clean, then why pretend that you didn't?" he asked.

Holding his pointer finger and thumb to his chin, Gojo responded, "Isn't it that obvious?" He wrapped his arm around Lucy and Isabel, yet holding Lucy closer to his side. "I wanted to spend some time with my favorite girls!"

"Awe, Gojo, you should have said something!" Isabel gushed, believing in the lie.

Lucy tsked as she pushed him away from her. "You're an idiot," she commented. "Keep this up and we're kicking you out. We're not going to jeopardize our missions because you want to goof around and pretend everything is a joke." Her attention went to Levi. "Care to train, brother?"

Gojo gasped. "Oh, can I train with you, Lulu?"

The Ackerman siblings gave him a hard glare and said, "No."

》》》》

It was dead at night. Gojo was walking toward Lucy's room to apologize. His plan for making her trust him is failing miserably. The only one that seems to like him from the group is Isabel. He's glad that one of them can trust him so easily, but getting the other three might be a bit tricky. His Lucy told him that Farlan is level-headed and easily capable of making friends, yet, Gojo could see how much Farlan hates him. Maybe he should make a little piece offering.

He arrived at Lucy's room not that long. Gojo was about to knock when he heard noises coming from the other side. He froze, tilting his head so his ear was against the door. His eyes widened when he heard grunting sounds followed by lustful moans. Gojo felt is chest tighten upon hearing grunts coming from Farlan. Blue eyes pierced at the front door in rage as his hand moved toward the door handle. He planned to open the door, barge in there, and pull Lucy away.

There was only one problem: this Lucy wasn't his. Not even the slightest.

It was that thought that made Gojo stop. He had to remember that he wasn't in any sorta relationship with this Lucy. This Lucy was dating Farlan, who would eventually propose to her. As much as he wanted to go in there and beat the living shit out of Farlan, Gojo knew he couldn't.

Gojo missed his Lucy immensely. Every night he would dream about watching the horror-struck look on her face when he was getting sealed. The first time she was absolutely terrified for him. He just wanted to hold her, stay in place as she scolded him for something he'd done, only for them to kiss in the end.

"She's not her. She's not her," Gojo whispered to himself. "Lulu's waiting for me back home. All I gotta do is wait."

Wait for his students to unseal him. He hasn't lost faith in either of them. Gojo doesn't doubt that they'll find a way to release him. He just needs to stay inside the Prison Realm and wait.

When he finally calmed down a bit, Gojo released his hand on the door handle. He stood up straight before turning around and headed back toward his room.