**Y/N POV**

Wednesday's are way worse than Monday's and no one could ever convince me otherwise.

So here I was, burying my face into my arms that rested on a small table. I sat in the cafe I liked to do my homework in sometimes, but the dread of existence was really weighing on me today.

I had stayed up so late the last 3 nights working on my senior thesis and it was catching up with me... And the fact that I still had half of the week left to go was honestly heartbreaking.

I finally peeked my head up a bit, but as my eyes landed on my laptop screen and I looked at my thesis, I let out a loud groan and smashed my head back into my arms, desperately trying to hide from
my responsibilities.

"Y/n?" I heard a voice laugh.

I rolled my eyes before picking up my head and watching a very amused Gojo walking up to me.

I didn't even say anything, I just pushed my glasses up a bit and stared blankly at him as he approached.

He laughed as he sat across from me, "Well don't you look like shit."

"Fuck you," I mumbled making him laugh even louder.

He wasn't wrong though. My hair was a mess, dark circles permeated under my eyes, I wore a black hoodie that was way too big for me and leggings with sneakers.

My glasses hid a little of my face, but not enough to hide how absolutely exhausted and overwhelmed I was.

"Too many late nights with Nanami?" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "Funny, Gojo. But if you're gonna be a dick, you can leave."

His eyes went wide, "Eh!? I was just teasing. I didn't mean to make you mad!"

"Sorry," I grumbled after realizing how rude I was. "It's just I get that he's not into me, and I don't really want to think about it."

"Hmm?" he shook his head a bit. "Now I'm really confused..."

I eyed him suspiciously. Weren't they supposed to be really good friends or something? How did he not know?

"Nanami hasn't talked to me since that night we all hung out," I muttered as I awkwardly avoided his eyes.

"Wait what!?"

"I think I scared him off," I finally looked back up at Gojo, resting my head in my hands. "We almost kissed but he totally dodged me. Haven't heard from him since."

Gojo sat back in his chair as he crossed his arms, "Huh. Weird."

I rolled my eyes as I looked away, pretty annoyed with the situation. I thought Nanami and I were really hitting it off. He's the one who said he'd been wanting to ask me out. I honestly didn't know what I did wrong.

And I still didn't even have his number. 

"So you look like shit because you're losing sleep over him?" he asked.

"Do I really look that bad?" I shot him a glare.

He smirked as he leaned over closer, "You're still absolutely stunning. You just look tired."

"Don't flirt with me when you were all over my best friend the other night," I growled. I definitely wasn't in the mood for any of that bullshit.

He chuckled as he rested back in his chair again, "I think you mean she was all over me. And it's not like we hooked up or anything."

"You didn't?"

"No, why? Did she tell you otherwise?"

I shook my head, "No, we haven't really talked. I've been too busy focused on my thesis."

"Mm, I see. So that's what's keeping you up at night?"

I nodded, "Yep. My first editing deadline is coming up, and I'm really behind."

"I can take a look if you want," he shrugged.

"Really?" my body perked up a bit at the offer. "You would?"

He smiled, "I am a teacher after all. I'd be happy to help."

"That'd actually be really great," I smiled back at him. I desperately needed another set of eyes to look it over. The more I stared at it, the less it made any sense to me.

"Perfect! I'll get us some drinks and we can get started. What do you want?"

"Iced coffee please. Just plain."

He smirked, "Black coffee? Gross but ok."

I waited until he got back, playing mindlessly on my phone. I was really starting to enjoy Gojo's company. We could be good friends if he understood there was no way we'd be hooking up.

"Alright, let's take a look!" he squealed as he grabbed my laptop.

I watched him as he furrowed his brows, beginning to scroll through the first section of my writing. His glasses slipped down slightly, revealing his bright blue eyes.

I had never seen eyes like his before. They always seemed to be glimmering. I wish he wouldn't cover them all the time.

"You're staring," he smirked as he glanced up at me.

I spoke lazily as my head rested in my palm, "Your eyes are really beautiful."

His smirk widened to a bright smile, "You sure you don't wanna give me a shot? We could get out of here right now."

"Mm, sorry Gojo. Between Ema's interest in you and my interest in Nanami, it won't be happening," I laughed.

"Well, I'd still like to be friends if that's ok with you?"

"I'd actually love that," I smiled at him.

"Yay!" he giggled. "I really like being around you. And don't worry, I'll preoccupy myself so I quit fantasizing about you." He winked at me.

I laughed loudly, "That is not something friends would say!"

"Ahh! It's just who I am though!" he teased back, making me just shake my head.

I took a drink of my coffee, glancing around the cafe as Gojo continued to read my paper. It was pretty calm for midmorning.

"So you're still hoping for a chance with Nanami?" he asked me after a few moments.

I shrugged, "I'm not much of a chaser, but if he asked, I wouldn't say no."

"I'm actually really surprised he did that. I think he's crazy about you."

I sighed, "Mm."

He laughed, "I'm serious!"

"Don't care," I mumbled. I was beyond bitter about the situation. I hated catching feelings as it is, but to have it turn out like this. Rejected then ghosted. It was embarrassing.

"You know," he smirked at me. "Ema invited me to that concert you're taking her to. I could bring along Nanami."

I glanced over at him, my interest piqued a bit but I wanted to hide it, "I didn't know she invited you. And besides, I don't really think either of you would enjoy it."

He shrugged, "Maybe not. But I'm curious, so I agreed."

"Curious?" I smiled. "About Ema?"

"Eh, no. Not really. Just interested in where you'll drag us to next."

I glared at him, "If you're not interested, don't lead her on. She's still my best friend."

"I don't lead people on, Y/n. I make sure they all know exactly what I'm interested in, and if she's fine with that, then we have some fun together."

"You're gross," I muttered before taking a drink.

"At least I'm honest," he teased. "And Ema is a cute girl, so if she's interested, why not?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew I was right about him... This is why I avoided him like the plague when we first met. But he was right, Ema is definitely interested.

Even if he said it was just casual she wouldn't care... She'd probably catch feelings which made me sad to think about, but it's not like she would listen to me anyway.

He continued talking, "First that ridiculously pretentious art show. Then a bar where I thought I was going to get hepatitis just from being there. And now a concert. I'm thrilled."

"I thought you were going to read my thesis, not sit here and bug me," I mumbled as I began to look through my phone.

He laughed that loud, obnoxious laugh, "So cheeky!"

"Well, I have to go to work now," I stood up as I began to pack away my stuff. "Thank you for successfully wasting my time. It was actually a nice distraction."

"Send me your paper," he closed the laptop. "I really do want to read it. The first few pages were fascinating."

"Really!? You think so!?" my mood immediately changed with his praise. I really just wanted to know that it didn't suck.

He laughed as he stood up and followed me outside, "I do. I'll see you Friday then?"

I nodded, "I guess so. Bye, Gojo!" I waved as I walked away, feeling grateful that we were friends.

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**Nanami POV**

I walked into the small lounge at Jujutsu High, observing Gojo's attention glued to his laptop screen.

I sat down at the small, circular table with him, deciding to eat here since he was busy anyway. He'd probably be quiet for once.

"Did you know about 1 in 3 woman are raped or beaten in their lifetime?" he mumbled as he looked up at me.

I furrowed my brows as I looked at him, "I actually did know that... Why are you asking?"

He sat back and pushed his hands through his hair, "That's so fucked up."

I glanced over at his laptop, realizing he was reading some long article or something, "What are you reading?"

"Hm?" he glanced over at me. "Oh, uh, it's Y/n's thesis. I offered to read it over, but it's so intense."

"Like for her schooling?"

"Mm. She has to write a long ass paper to graduate."

"And it's on woman's rights?"

I couldn't help but be curious. And jealous. I wanted to read it, to help her with it. How did he even end up helping her out? Do they really talk that much?

"Feminist literature, but yea, it's like all intertwined in here," he mumbled as he rested his head in hands and focused back on reading.

Not like I even had a reason to be bitter.. I hadn't tried talking to her at all since we last saw each other.

She tried to kiss me. She leaned in to kiss me, and I panicked. Now, I was just way too embarrassed to even say anything at all to her.

She probably thought I wasn't interested now, and maybe that's why her and Gojo were giving it a shot.

I really messed that one up.

"You know," he spoke up, breaking me out of my trance. "Y/n's pretty disappointed you've been avoiding her. What happened? I thought you liked her?"

I sighed as I took off my glasses, rubbing the exhaustion out of my eyes, "I don't know what happened. How do you even know she's disappointed?"

"I saw her today," he shrugged.

"And you guys talked about what exactly?"

He smirked as he looked at me, a smug look on his face, "Don't be jealous, Nanami. It doesn't suit you."

I ignored him as I focused on my lunch, and he let out a low chuckle.

"She still wants a shot with you," he spoke up. "Maybe you could try to not blow it this time."

"Figured you would've moved right in once you heard," I mumbled back.

"Ha! I wish. We're just friends. She's too focused on you."

It actually made me happy to hear that. I didn't want to watch her fall for someone like him... Not that I was doing much better at this point.

"Just friends? Didn't know that was possible for you."

"Well," he crossed his arms. "We get along, and I enjoy her company. No need to ruin that over nothing. I can just hook up with anyone else."

Anyone else... He's so annoying.

I sighed, pretty uninterested at this point, "Ok."

"I'm going to a concert this Friday with her. Ema invited me. You should come. I know she really wants to see you."

"A concert?" I glanced over at him.

"We'll need to get you some normal clothes," he teased. "But it'll be fun!"

I really did want to see her again. It was frustrating that I couldn't do this on my own, but this might be my best chance to talk to her and apologize. Maybe even get another chance.

"And you sure she wants me there?"

"Positive," he smiled.

"Fine."

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love writing Y/n as a lil wild child. hells yes.