Nerdjo x fem!reader >>mean popular girl!reader is secretly an obsessive cozy gamer. nerd!gojo is weird, blunt, chronically online, and unfortunately exactly her type behind a screen.
setting: college au, no curses au, popular girl! reader, mean girl!reader, nerd!gojo, online friendship, slow burn-ish, flirting, eventual mature themes, author tries writing mean girl!reader but kinda fails, emotional constipation, toxic family mentions, no smut, author goes crash out
Gojo Art by @albdgreen on insta, Images used from digimon, heavy inspiration and images used from stardew valley, collage made by @vogujojo
By the time your bedroom door clicks shut, the version of you that belongs to campus starts coming off piece by piece.
The earrings go first, dropped into the little ceramic dish by your mirror with a soft clink. Then the rings one after another, leaving faint little marks around your fingers. After that comes the blazer Reina insisted you wear over your skirt because, according to her, it made you look "expensive but approachable," which was probably the most Reina way of saying she had approved your outfit before you even asked.
Your phone buzzes on the bed while you're removing your makeup.
mika: are we still going to that party friday?
reina: depends who's there
mika: depends if that guy from media studies is there
reina: you mean the one with the bad haircut?
You watch the messages pop up in the group chat and don't answer. Usually, you'd send something mean enough to make Mika scream and Reina respond with a tiny "don't be mean," even though Reina was always meaner when it counted. Tonight though, your attention keeps slipping toward your desk, where your laptop is already open and waiting.
Moonvale Crossing glows softly from the screen.
The loading menu washes your room in blue light, all floating islands, silver trees, and tiny animated stars drifting around the title. It is a ridiculous game, honestly. Cozy enough to look harmless, but addictive in the way harmless things always become once they give you daily tasks, a little house to decorate, and a mining system that rewards actual obsession.
Mika and Reina probably think you're doing skincare, texting someone, or watching some messy dating show in bed. They do not know that the first thing you do after washing off your mascara is log into a multiplayer farming-survival game where you own a moon cottage, grow glowberries, and have spent three real-life hours arranging pixel lanterns along a digital riverbank.
They are not going to know either.
You settle into your chair, pull on your headset, and enter the public server.
Your avatar spawns inside a house, standing between a bookshelf and a kitchen. Outside, the lunar farm glows under a pale artificial night. Tiny star-moths drift around the garden beds, crystal goats sleep in their enclosure, and the meteor bell near the town square is silent.
everything looks peaceful. Then a notification flashes across the top of your screen.
>>A rare meteor shower has been spotted near the Hollow Crater. Moonsteel fragments may appear for the next 20 minutes<<
You sit up straighter before you even realize you've moved.
You've been trying to craft the Crescent Glass Greenhouse for a week, and the game has been acting like giving you three pieces of moonsteel would collapse the entire server economy. The greenhouse isn't even necessary. It won't unlock some secret questline or make your farm stronger in any meaningful way.
You open your inventory, grab your upgraded pickaxe, eat a stamina tart, and teleport to the Hollow Crater before anyone else can get there.
The game drops you near a field of black stone and glowing purple cracks, the sky above streaked with slow-falling stars. A few little crater sprites bounce around the edges, harmless until you mine too close to their nests. You ignore them and sprint toward the impact site, already scanning the terrain for the silver-blue glow.
There, half-buried in the crater floor, is a huge chunk of meteor rock, steaming faintly as tiny sparks drift off its surface.
Your fingers move fast over the keyboard.
Then another avatar runs onto your screen from the opposite side.
He has white hair, a purple jacket, and a little floating pet bobbing beside him like some accessory. His username appears above his head.
For maybe two seconds, neither of you moves. Then he takes one step toward the meteor.
You swing your pickaxe first. The meteor makes a satisfying crack sound, and a chat bubble pops up above his avatar almost immediately.
DigivolveThis: i was here first mentally
CerryHex: tragic that the game doesn't reward delusion
DigivolveThis: it rewards speed and route planning
CerryHex: apparently not yours
His avatar circles the meteor like he's trying to find the best angle, which is insane because it is a game rock, not a real excavation site. You keep mining from your side, watching the health bar go down with every hit.
DigivolveThis: your positioning is bad
CerryHex: your username is a cry for help
DigivolveThis: your username is misspelled
CerryHex: mine faster or cry quieter
For a moment, he doesn't move. Then his avatar steps in and starts mining too.
You hate that he has an upgraded pickaxe. You hate even more that he clearly knows what he's doing. Most random players are either too slow, too confused, or too busy jumping around to farm rare materials efficiently. This one moves like someone who has studied spawn patterns and probably has strong opinions about them.
The meteor's health drops fast. You're already calculating how the drops might split when three crater sprites wake up from the nest behind him and bounce toward both of you with angry little squeaks.
DigivolveThis: i see them
CerryHex: then do something
DigivolveThis: i'm mining
DigivolveThis: hostile work environment
One sprite launches itself at you. You dodge, switch from pickaxe to moonblade, and hit it mid-bounce. Another goes for him, and he moves at the last second with clean, annoying timing before striking it with a staff that sends out a purple spark.
The third sprite heads for the meteor, and both of you turn on it immediately. It dies in two hits.
DigivolveThis: acceptable combat response
CerryHex: don't compliment me like a loading screen tip
DigivolveThis: it wasn't a compliment
CerryHex: good because it was ugly
The meteor cracks again. This time, it breaks.
Moonsteel fragments scatter across the crater floor, and you lunge for the nearest pile at the exact same time he does. The game gives you four fragments, two starstones, and one meteor seed.
Not enough for the greenhouse.
You glare at the screen like that might intimidate the loot table into apologizing.
CerryHex: how many did you get
DigivolveThis: define how honest you want me to be
CerryHex: if you got more than me i hope your crops wither
CerryHex: i regret promoting honesty
His avatar stands there with the little pet floating beside him while the meteor shower continues overhead. More fragments might spawn nearby, but the main rock is gone.
You should leave. You got something out of it, and staying near this guy will probably only make you mad.
Instead, you open the chat again.
CerryHex: are you using a meteor tracker
DigivolveThis: says the person who tried to solo a public meteor
CerryHex: i almost succeeded
DigivolveThis: almost is where people live when they don't understand spawn cycles
You stare at the message.
Then despite yourself you laugh laud enough that the sound feels strange in your quiet room. This person is irritating, definitely, but at least he is not boring.
mika: party friday yes or no
reina: probably doing a face mask
You glance at the messages, then turn your phone face-down.
On screen, DigivolveThis has started moving toward the north side of the crater.
You follow without thinking.
CerryHex: where are you going
DigivolveThis: second impact zone
CerryHex: there's another one?
CerryHex: and you were just going to leave?
CerryHex: you're literally evil
He stops walking, and for one second his avatar just stands there under the falling stars.
Then another message appears.
DigivolveThis: keep up then
You smile before you can stop yourself.
The second impact zone is farther out, past the crater bridge and through a patch of silver mushrooms that drain stamina if you step on them. He knows exactly how to avoid them. You hate that this is useful. You hate even more that he slows down once when you get stuck behind a cluster of crater sprites.
The second meteor is smaller and guarded by more sprites and one lunar mole that keeps burrowing under the ground and popping up at the worst possible moments.
Somehow you end up fighting together in the loose and chaotic way the game allows. Not back to back, obviously. Pixel avatars don't have that kind of drama unless someone mods it in. He mines while you clear mobs, then you mine while he covers, and the rhythm works so well that it becomes annoying. At one point, a sprite jumps at your avatar while your health is low, and he hits it before it lands.
By the time the second meteor breaks, you have enough moonsteel for the greenhouse.
He gets the rare drop this time: a Celestial Core, glowing gold in the pickup notification. You see it appear in the chat log and immediately feel betrayed by the universe.
CerryHex: i did most of the work
CerryHex: i need it aesthetically
DigivolveThis: that is not a need
CerryHex: spoken like someone with an ugly base
DigivolveThis: my base is functional
CerryHex: that's what ugly people say about ugly bases
There's a pause. Then he sends a trade request.
You blink at the screen. The trade window opens and he places the Celestial Core in his slot.
For a few seconds you only stare at it, suspicious enough to feel like the game should let you squint.
CerryHex: what do you want
DigivolveThis: greenhouse access
DigivolveThis: you're crafting the Crescent Glass Greenhouse
CerryHex: how do you know that
DigivolveThis: you were hoarding moonsteel and complained aesthetically
CerryHex: but if you put one ugly machine in my greenhouse i'm banning you
DigivolveThis: your design priorities are hostile to progress
CerryHex: your progress is hostile to eyesight
The Celestial Core drops into your inventory, glowing like a tiny captured sun. His avatar jumps once, and it looks accidental, which somehow makes it funnier.
CerryHex: you're inviting yourself now?
DigivolveThis: i paid rent in celestial core
CerryHex: one-time visitor pass
DigivolveThis: exploitative landlord
Five minutes later he appears at the edge of your farm.
Your farm is not the biggest on the server but it is yours, and it looks fucking good. The paths curve around the glowberry beds in neat little arcs. The lanterns are placed by color and height. The river has moon lilies along the bank. Your house has a dark roof, violet windows, and a little reading nook visible through the front glass.
You spent hours making it look effortless.
He pauses at the automated sprinklers hidden behind flower boxes. Then at the storage shed tucked behind the trees. Then at the decorative crystal columns you placed to block monster spawns without ruining the view.
For some reason you actually wait for his opinion, which is stupid. He is a random online guy with an stupid username and suspiciously efficient meteor routes. His opinion does not matter.
DigivolveThis: it's not as useless as it looks
CerryHex: frame that review
DigivolveThis: the hidden sprinklers are good
CerryHex: they're also cute
DigivolveThis: tragic priority but acceptable execution
You lean back in your chair, smiling like an idiot.
Then you catch your reflection in the dark part of the laptop screen and immediately stop.
You are not smiling over a stranger calling your sprinkler placement acceptable. That is not a thing you are doing.
The greenhouse takes most of your remaining resources to craft. When you place it, the whole structure builds itself in a soft animation of silver beams and crescent-shaped glass panels.
For a moment, both avatars stand in front of it.
It is really pretty actually.Worth the grind, unfortunately.
CerryHex: okay maybe i'm a genius
DigivolveThis: architecturally dramatic
CerryHex: say thank you for being allowed here
DigivolveThis: thank you for the greenhouse i partially funded
CerryHex: disgusting phrasing
DigivolveThis: accurate phrasing
Your phone lights up again.
This time, Mika is calling.
You let it ring twice, panic flickering through your chest even though she cannot see your screen. You mute your laptop automatically as if that would somehow hide the evidence from a phone call.
A message follows almost instantly.
mika: are you with someone 👀
reina: she would've told us
mika: unless it's embarrassing
You stare at the messages a little too long.
On screen, DigivolveThis moves toward your newly built greenhouse and opens the door.
CerryHex: don't touch anything
DigivolveThis: i'm looking
DigivolveThis: with scientific curiosity
You type before you can overthink it.
CerryHex: i have to go soon
CerryHex: try to sound less devastated
DigivolveThis: i'm in mourning
DigivolveThis: same time tomorrow?
DigivolveThis: for preventing you from wasting rare materials
DigivolveThis: same time tomorrow then
You sit there for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
You log off before he can type anything back. Your room feels too quiet afterward.
You take off your headset, check your phone, and finally reply to the group chat.
you: friday depends who's going
mika: liar you ignored my call
You drop your phone onto your bed and look back at your laptop, where the Moonvale Crossing menu still glows softly.
A stranger named DigivolveThis now has access to your farm. That should bother you.
Just not enough to cancel tomorrow.
The next morning, you walk into campus like you did not stay up until nearly two farming moonsteel with some random gamer whose entire personality seems to be efficiency, sarcasm, and being weirdly good at not dying.
Your hair is done, your outfit is clean and intentional, your lip gloss is exactly the shade Mika once called "aesthetic hoe" and your expression is the kind that makes people in crowded hallways move aside before they even realize they are doing it.
Reina is waiting outside the literature building when you get there, leaning against the wall with two coffees in hand. "You look like shit," she says as you reach her.
You take the coffee from her. "Good morning to you too."
"You said it with judgment, bitch."
Reina hums, eyes moving over your face in that quick, irritating way of hers. She always notices too much. A smudge in your eyeliner, a tired blink, the way you hold your coffee like it's the only thing keeping you upright. "Late night?"
She smiles like she expected that and turns toward the entrance with you. The two of you barely make it three steps before Mika appears from behind one of the pillars, sunglasses in her hair, tote bag sliding off her shoulder, looking pretty in the very specific way someone can look pretty after definitely losing a fight with her alarm clock.
"Don't start without me," Mika says, squeezing herself between you and Reina like there was an assigned spot waiting for her. "Are we gossiping or being academic? Because I only have energy for one."
Reina gives her a look. "You never have energy for being academic."
"I have academic energy."
"You called symbolism 'author Easter eggs' last week."
"And everyone knew what I meant."
You take a sip of your coffee, trying not to smile into the lid. "Sadly, she's right."
Mika points at you immediately. "See? This is why you're my favorite."
"I'm not defending you. I'm saying you're understandable in the worst way."
Reina mutters something under her breath about being surrounded by idiots, but she's smiling when she says it, so Mika lets it go. The three of you head inside together, falling into step without thinking about it. Mika starts complaining about the seminar before you've even reached the stairs, Reina corrects her on something from the reading, and you let their voices fill the space around you while you focus on drinking enough coffee to feel like a person again.
Literature seminar is already half-full when you enter. Suguru Geto sits near the middle with one book open in front of him and one earbud in, his dark hair tied back loosely. He looks up when your group passes, his eyes moving from Reina to Mika, then to you with that calm, unreadable look of his.
You know Suguru in the way people know each other when they share a major, half the same seminars, and too many mutual acquaintances. He is popular, Football captain, literature major, pretty in a way that makes people embarrass themselves, and somehow still the type to actually do the reading.
Mika once called him "hot in a tragic poem way."
Reina had said, "Unfortunately, yes."
You had pretended not to agree.
"Is it?" Mika asks, dropping into the row behind him.
Suguru smiles faintly. "Apparently."
You sit two seats away from him because sitting right beside him would feel too friendly and you are not in the mood to donate warmth for free.
Reina takes the chair beside you. Mika leans over the back of yours and immediately starts whispering about the guy in the front row who brought three highlighters and a tote bag with a quote from a dead Russian author on it.
"Do you think he knows women are real?" Mika whispers.
You glance over. "His tote bag knows. He doesn't."
Reina presses her lips together, trying not to laugh.
The lecture starts, and for the next hour, you are exactly who you are supposed to be.
Sharp, prepared enough, pretty enough. Bored in the right places and engaged in the ones that make you look clever. When the professor asks about narrative voice, you answer smoothly, and Reina nudges your shoe under the desk like silent approval. When Mika tries to online shop during a discussion about unreliable narrators, you lower your voice and tell her that if she buys that skirt, you'll pretend you don't know her. "You already pretend that," she whispers.
"Only when you deserve it."
By the time class ends, you have almost forgotten about Moonvale Crossing.
You are slipping your notebook into your bag when your phone lights up on the desk. It is not the group chat this time, or a campus notification, or some useless email you will pretend to read later.
It is the Moonvale Crossing mobile app.
You only have it because the game sends server pings through it when someone messages you, and last night, in a moment of absolute stupidity, you turned them on.
DigivolveThis: walked past your greenhouse again
DigivolveThis: it's pretty, but the layout is doing violence to efficiency
DigivolveThis: confusing experience. emotionally and structurally
You stare at the messages for a second too long.
You stop it before it can fully reach your face, but not fast enough.
Mika, who had been shoving her laptop into her bag with zero care for its survival, pauses beside you. Her eyes flick from your mouth to your phone, then back again. "Why did you just make that face?"
You lock your phone and slide it off the desk. "What face?"
"You looked pleased. It was disturbing."
Reina glances over while zipping up her bag, calm in that annoying way that always makes her seem like she knows more than she does. "Who texted you?"
Mika's eyebrows lift. "No one made you smile?"
"You almost did, which is honestly worse. Very off-brand."
You shove your phone into your bag and give her a look. "Can you not hover? You're dressed like you slept in a dryer."
Mika looks offended for half a second before smoothing a hand over her hair. "Okay, first of all, this is intentional."
Reina gives her a quick once-over. "It isn't."
"The side with eyes," Reina says, then looks back at you, her mouth curving just slightly. "But she's right. You were being weird."
"I got a notification. People get those."
"People don't usually hide them like they owe money," Mika says, leaning closer like proximity will magically give her answers.
„You guys are just so bored and brain dead that you imagine stuff“
Mika grabs her tote and follows immediately. "I'm not bored. I'm invested."
"In whatever made you look less dead for two seconds."
Reina falls into step beside you, coffee in hand, eyes forward but clearly still listening. "It's probably nothing."
Then she adds, "But she's acting like it's something."
You turn your head slowly and look at her.
Reina only smiles into her cup.
Mika points between you two as the three of you move toward the door. "See? Even Reina thinks you're lying, and she lies recreationally."
"You once told a guy you were allergic to his cologne so he'd leave."
"That was community service."
You adjust your bag on your shoulder, keeping your face bored because that is safer than letting either of them see anything else. "Are we done?"
Mika hums, still looking way too pleased with herself. "For now."
"But just so you know," she adds, stepping around someone's chair as you leave the row, "whatever this is, your face is not helping your case."
The hallway outside the seminar room is crowded, everyone spilling out at once with books, laptops, coffees, and the particular post-class energy of people pretending they understood more than they did. Suguru steps out behind you, sliding his book into his bag, when someone near the staircase calls his name.
The voice is male, light, a little too loud for the hallway, and somehow already irritated by something.
Suguru looks up, and his expression changes just enough to suggest familiarity "There you are" he says.
You glance over because Reina does first, and Mika follows anything Reina notices like it is a campus sport.
A guy is standing near the staircase with a backpack hanging off one shoulder, a strawberry milk carton in one hand, and the kind of posture that says he has been waiting for exactly three minutes and considered that a personal betrayal.
He has white hair, black rectangular glasses, a NASA shirt, black jeans, and a tiny Digimon keychain clipped to his backpack. He is tall in a slightly unfair way, built more solidly than the rest of him suggests, and he looks like he either lost a fight with the wind or never agreed to participate in hair maintenance as a concept.
Mika leans closer to you. "Who is that?"
„How should i know?" the irritation in your voice still precent from the earlier conversation.
You have seen him before, maybe. Around campus. In the library once, possibly. He has the unmistakable energy of someone who belongs to the science building, the kind of guy people mention in passing because he got a perfect score in something horrible or corrected a professor and somehow didn't get smited on the spot.
But this is the first time you really look.
Not ugly, which would be simpler. The outfit is weird. The milk is weird. The keychain is weird. Even the way he squints at the literature hallway, like the building has personally wronged him, is weird.
He looks directly at Suguru,"There you are. I swear this building has no signs anywhere."
Suguru adjusts the strap of his bag. "It's one hallway."
"It's a hallway with doors that all look the same."
"That means you got lost."
"I took the wrong turn once."
"You texted me three times."
Satoru takes a sip from the carton, completely unbothered. "Because your directions were bad."
Mika snorts under her breath.
The white-haired guy looks at her. He does not say anything to her, just glances once and then looks back at Suguru like he has already moved on.
Suguru looks between him and your little group. "Satoru, this is—"
Satoru cuts him off by pointing his strawberry milk carton toward the stairs. "Can we do introductions later? Shoko said if we're late again, she's starting lunch without us."
"She always starts lunch without us," Suguru says, but he is already shifting his bag higher on his shoulder.
"Yeah, but this time she said she'd eat my dessert too."
Suguru pauses for a second, then sighs. "Fine. That actually sounds like her."
Satoru gives him a pleased look then steps aside for Suguru to lead the way. "Thank you. Finally, someone understands urgency."
"You're friends with Suguru?" Reina asks, still looking at Satoru like the answer might be embarrassing for everyone involved.
Suguru opens his mouth, but Satoru gets there first.
"Don't say it like he lost a bet."
Mika lets out a small laugh, surprised more than amused, while Reina's smile sharpens.
"I didn't," Reina says sweetly.
"You kind of did," Satoru says, taking a sip from his strawberry milk like this conversation is already wasting to much energy. "It had that tone. The one people use when they find something in the back of their fridge."
Suguru sighs under his breath, but he looks more used to it than actually annoyed. "This is Satoru."
Satoru lifts the milk carton in a lazy half-greeting. "Hi."
Mika looks him up and down, less subtle than Reina and clearly not trying very hard to be. Her eyes catch on the keychain, then the shirt, then the milk. "Wow. That's... a lot going on."
Satoru glances down at himself, then back at her. "And yet I managed to leave the house without asking."
You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek and look away before it shows, because Mika is still staring at him like she cannot decide if he is funny or if he should be studied in a controlled environment.
Reina, unfortunately, is quicker to decide.
"You're kind of rude," she says, soft enough that it could pass as casual to someone who doesn't know her.
Satoru looks at her properly then, eyes moving over her face for half a second before he answers. "You opened with judgment. I'm just matching the room."
Mika's mouth parts a little, offended on Reina's behalf and entertained despite herself. Suguru makes a low sound, almost a warning.
"What?" Satoru says, turning toward him with the kind of innocence that is clearly fake. "Am I wrong?"
Reina lets out a quiet laugh, but there is nothing warm in it. "You always talk like this to people you just met?"
"Only when they start shit first."
For a second, even Mika shuts up. Then she huffs out a laugh and adjusts the strap of her bag. "Okay. Weird little guy has teeth."
Satoru gives her a flat look. "Tall little guy. Accuracy matters."
You hate that it almost gets you again.
The laugh sits right there in your throat, stupid and inconvenient, because he is strange and badly dressed and holding strawberry milk like a twelve-year-old, but he answers fast. Faster than most people do when Reina and Mika start circling.
Reina tilts her head, still smiling like she has never been insulted in her life. "Suguru, where did you even find him?"
"Physics building," Suguru says dryly.
"That explains so much," Mika mutters.
Satoru's gaze slides to her. "And yet you still look confused."
Mika's eyes widen. "Excuse me?"
Suguru puts a hand briefly over his face. "Can we not do this in the hallway?"
"I'm being extremely polite," Satoru says.
"I haven't called anyone stupid yet."
Reina's smile turns colder. "Should we clap?"
"If you need the encouragement, sure."
You have to look down at your coffee.
Because fuck, that was funny.
And that annoys you, because he is exactly the type of guy you would normally write off in three seconds. This guy is clearly just another weird STEM boy with no filter.
But people do not usually talk back to Reina like that.
Suguru says his name again in the way someone does when they know the damage is already done but still feels responsible for trying. "Satoru."
Satoru looks at him. "What? I was answering questions."
"You were making it worse."
"They asked bad questions.“ he say while his eyes wonder towards you now.
You are used to being looked at. You know the difference between admiration, interest, jealousy, judgment, and all the little versions in between. His look is none of the fun ones. It is quick, assessing, and unimpressed in a way that makes your spine straighten before you decide to do it.
He sees the outfit. The coffee. Reina and Mika. The gloss on your mouth. The way the hallway shifts around your group without anyone saying it out loud. Whatever conclusion he reaches, you can tell it is not flattering.
So you give him one right back.
Probably thinks owning a NASA shirt counts as foreplay for the universe.
You let your eyes drop to the little Digimon keychain clipped to his backpack, then lift them back to his face with the kind of smile Reina usually called bitchy.
"Cute keychain," you say.
Mika makes a tiny sound beside you, barely held back, because she knows that tone. Reina's mouth twitches too, not enough to count as a smile, but enough to make it clear she caught exactly what you were doing.
Suguru glances at you, then at Satoru, like he is already tired on everyone's behalf.
Satoru looks down at the keychain. For a second, you expect something. A defensive little laugh, maybe. Some awkward attempt to explain it away. At the very least, a flicker of embarrassment.
Instead, he just lifts it slightly with two fingers, like he is showing off proof of purchase.
"Thanks," he says. "It's my favorite."
The answer is so plain that it throws you off more than a reaction would have. He does not shrink from it. Does not pretend it is ironic. Does not give you anything useful to work with.
Mika tilts her head, eyes narrowing at the little figure. "Is that from one of those kid shows?"
"Digimon," Satoru says, without missing a beat.
Mika nods slowly, lips pursing like she is trying very hard to be polite and wants everyone to know she is trying. "Right. That makes sense."
"It does," he says, looking at her. "That's usually what happens when people recognize things."
Reina lets out the softest breath of a laugh, more entertained by the audacity than by him. Mika blinks, clearly unsure if she has just been insulted.
You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek.
Satoru adjusts the strap of his backpack and turns slightly toward Suguru, already done with the conversation in a way that is somehow ruder than if he had actually said something mean. "We're leaving."
Suguru gives him a look. "Subtle."
"I'm being efficient." He starts walking, then stops after two steps and looks back at Suguru with visible irritation. "Wrong direction. You lead."
Mika laughs before she can stop herself.
This time, you do too, quietly, because the timing is too stupid not to.
Satoru looks at you when he hears it.
For a second, your smile is still there.
Then you remember yourself and let it fade.
His gaze lingers for a second, its the type of gaze were you already know they have decided not to spend energy on you.
Suguru passes by your group with a small nod. "See you on Friday."
Then he follows Satoru down the hall.
Mika watches them go before leaning close to you. "That guy is so fucking strange."
You glance after them once.
Satoru is walking beside Suguru now, talking with one hand while still holding the strawberry milk in the other. Suguru looks amused. Satoru looks irritated. The Digimon keychain bounces against his bag with every step.
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