joji miller imagines

study sessions

- daddy kink -

your pov

you had been paired with Joji miller, for your English project. how he got into AP lit studies was beyond you.

but, there wasn't much left to do, and huffing about it wouldn't change anything.
everyone else in the class was talking about how excited they were for this project, and Joji was drawing on the corner of rubric.

"well, we can go to my house to work on it?" you asked softly. a little bit intimated by his persona.

"sure." he mumbled, continuing to sketch on the paper. the teacher continued speaking, about how this project was worth 20% of our final grade.

your anxiety growing in your stomach, your parents were tough on you about your grades, and the thought of doing bad on this stomach made you feel nauseous.

you bounced your legs under your desk, out of habit, and chewed on your lip. the cherry lip balm made your lips taste sweet.

"okay, and next class you will be presenting with your partners, please remember the minimum presentation time is 5 minutes—" the teacher was cut off by the bell.

all the students stood up to leave, shoving papers and laptops into their bags, joji started to pack away his things, but paused before leaving the class.

"i'll meet you at the front entrance after school?" he muttered, you were quite taken off guard, this was the first time you had heard him say a full sentence.

"y-yeah, sure." you nodded, placing your binder into your book bag. joji gave a quick nod then turned on his heel and left the class, walking down the busy hallway.

you sighed and grabbed your bags, exiting english and heading to your last class of the day, calculus.

you walked up to the third floor of your school, clutching your iced coffee in one hand and phone in the other, your bag thrown over your shoulder.

and you walked through the class door, moving quietly to your chair, in the back of class. you settled down and pulled out your textbook, preparing for the lesson.

joji

"so you'd you get for an english partner?" max asked, blowing out some smoke and passing the cigarette to ian.

"y/n," i replied, not to necessarily enthusiastic. she was nice, sure. but she super smart and seemed like she's pretty annoying.

"isn't she like super smart? didn't she get early acceptance into UCLA or some shit?" ian mumbled, taking a drag.

"maybe," i shrugged. "i mean, hopefully i get a good grade on this project then, i'll just let her do everything." i chuckled.

the wind blew gently, leaves falling from trees, and i took a deep breath. "i've got this dipshit as a partner, so i think you'll be okay." ian sighed, referring to max.

"fuck off," max growled, elbowing ian. a silence fell over us, "wait, isn't y/n the one with the good ass?" max asked, dropping the cigarette to the ground, and squashing it with his shoe.

"oh yeah! the one with the skirts right?" ian smirked, and my cheeks grew hot.
"i-i guess so, i don't even look at her..." i sighed, crossing my arms infront of my chest.

"sure you don't." max chuckled. and then the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day.
and i got up, going to meet y/n.

i walked back to the schools front entrance, and leaned up against the side of the school, waiting for y/n.