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Chapter 13: I know you know

Mahito's body fell backwards off the bench from the pure force from the basketball to his face. You covered your mouth with your hand. You looked in the direction of where the ball had come from, and Satoru kept eye contact with you. He smiled brightly at you but began to scowl when you scurried to Mahito's side, putting his head on your lap. "Are you alright?" You asked frantically as his nose began to bleed.

You sat Mahito up, tipping his head back. You searched through your bag and started wiping the blood off of his face with makeup wipes that were at the bottom of your bag.

"An angel... I must be dead. An angel is saving me," Mahito said in a croaky tone.
You scoffed and kneeled in front of him, still dabbing the blood away. "You know, you can just sit on my lap; it would be easier," he said, cracking a smile. You rolled your eyes and said, "I assume the person who threw the ball would not appreciate that" .

He laughed and said, "Yeah, you're right—I told you, he's totally jealous. He wants youuuu" .You thoroughly doubted that Satoru Gojo could want anything other than sex. You would be decently impressed if he were able to comprehend feelings other than lust towards his "crushes" . You heard the stories, and people do talk.

It's not that you weren't interested. You are. He's sexy, but you hoped to find a boyfriend. Yes, sex is fun. Especially sex with your coach. But a boyfriend is much more reliable and something you could see yourself wanting. Toji was good at fucking you; for sure, you were proven no less than an hour ago, but a relationship? You weren't too sure, plus he is your coach, so it probably would never work out.

Later on, Satoru was helping you put the basketballs away. You told Toji you'd do it yourself, but he insisted Satoru helped clean up and even mop up. The janitor laughed at the idea and said, "Yeah, I'll come actually clean it later on." Clearly, Satoru's cleaning skills are not on par with his basketball skills.

You refused to look at Satoru, despite how much small talk he made. You disliked how jealous he had gotten, enough to throw a ball straight into Mahito's face. You had now considered Mahito a friend—a very flirty friend. Overall, I am still a friend. You did not belong to Satoru Gojo and disliked that he acted like you did.

"I didn't like your little stunt that you pulled, Satoru. Don't hurt my friend just because you're jealous," you said, your back turned away from him in the supply closet. "Well, your 'friend' shouldn't be so touchy," he said, using air quotes around the word friend like a sassy teenage girl.

"Why does it matter if he is? I'm not yours, Satoru; we aren't in a relationship," you said sternly whilst bending over to put a basketball on the bottom of the rack. Satoru tsked. His hands made their way to your hips, and you straightened your back instantly.

Your back hit off of his chest, and he pulled you closer to him. "When will you stop avoiding me? Can't you see how bad I want you?" He spoke softly into your ear. You had to start to hate the effect satoru had on you , it was like you wanted to be with him but you don't KNOW him well enough to know if that was a good idea .You turned yourself around; your back was now against the wall.

You didn't say anything; you just stared back at him. "I know you want me too; you wouldn't have kissed me for no reason," he said, his body practically looming over yours. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "I don't want to fall for a fuckboy like you" . He licked his lower lip and nodded his head as anger darkened his eyes. "Yeah? But you'll let yourself be fucked by a deadbeat dad, oh, who also happens to be our coach?"