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It's been three months since that kiss, honestly it wasn't a kiss, if he didn't mean it as a kiss. We've moved on from that, Gojo finally stopped teasing me about it and it hasn't reminded my mind so much as before. The only reason I think he's stopped is because of Chiyo, the girl he's been talking to last month. It's not like I'm jealous or protective, but I find her a bad influence to Gojo.
Saturo's annoying alright, but he's a good person who follows orders from teachers and helps old people cross the street. He mostly does it for the praise however he has good intentions, like he said, he has a On the other hand, Chiyo's mischevious and a heartbreaker. I won't speak of her furthermore, everything about her I dislike.
Anyways, I came downstairs to eat some breakfast, bringing my regret with me 'cause I slept late. Five o'clock and mom's not around, her shift schedule's never consistent, and it affected our mom-daughter bond; as if we had one.
I hate Valentine's Day. Couples celebrating and people confessing to their crushes at school. The idea is stupid alone. I never received any letters or roses in my entire life, instead of that, I get chocolates. Chocolates from Saturo, and he manages to find the most delicious ones in the rarest flavors. Everytime he does it, it always sets off a rumor. We even landed on the school article once.
Later on, I closed the door, struggling to find the front door key. I sword I heard footsteps and it's definitely Saturo, he always does this shit, coming up to frighten me but after time, I knew his tricks. I looked behind me, yep, it's him. "What do you want?"
"Good morning, Y/N," he greeted with a lovely grin, his teeth brought more shine in the morning than his hair. "Did you eat breakfast?"
"No," I answered and sighed out of relief as I found the right key, "I'll eat later on the way to school."
He wondered something, "Can't you lock it from the inside?" His hair was damp yet looked magnificent as always, paired with his deep blue eyes, which represented a body of water that I doubt I could fall into. I'm envious of his beauty because tell me why, an idiot like him could be blessed with such features. "Oh! This is a terrific discovery of yours, my lord Saturo," my reply was sarcastic before I cleared my throat, "I would've that if I could, my mom just refuses to renovate this junk."
"Hey, don't speak bad about your mother," Gojo frowned.
"She's only sweet to you, not me. She doesn't like her own children."
"She likes me, therefore she likes her own children."
"It's not, I'll marry you and I'll your husband, if I'm your husband then I'll considered be her son-in-law. Think about the future, duh."
I scoffed, "What makes you think I'll marry you?"
"You like me, and I love you," the white haired guy shrugged and tugged my bag handle, "Now let's go." He pulled the handle, and then the idiot began to walk.
"You like me and I love you."
Gojo claimed, his sentence bringing flashes again and again as we walked to school. His yapping turned into teasing then back to yapping again. I don't even know what he's talking about and why we study at a school so far from our place. I am tired of walking, my legs are beginning to give up.
We always make our way to school three hours before it starts. 4:30 to 5:20 is for showering and breakfast. 5:20 to 6:00 is for studying. And we start walking.
So early in the morning, the temperature is unbelievably cold and yet our school makes the girls wear mini-length skirts. I fortunately wore stockings, thick socks, and leg warmers but the cold manages to pass through my skin.
"Are you okay?" Up and down, his eyes went to my legs and my head. "It is very clear that I am not, Saturo." I replied.
"Why do you girls needa wear short skirts anyway? At winter, where they're supposed to change the uniforms."
"Teachers just wanna glance of student's legs and then they'll get a hard-on. In short, they're creeps."
He stopped in his tracks, shifting his bag to the front and zipped it open to reach for his sweatpants he packed. "Ew, no thanks," I refused.
"My helper washed these yesterday, it is clean and it's insulting that you thought these were dirty. Now take it, go to a bathroom, and wear it under your skirt," he shoved the cloth in your arms.
"God knows what you've done in these pants, Turo."
"I'm not like that.." he paused, "anymore. Plus these are new, I bought it a week ago." Gojo persuaded.
My tongue tapped out of habit, an annoyed no I would've pronounced but then again, it's cold and I can't handle it. "Fine. Wait for me while I go change," I pointed to the nearby convience store.
Our English teacher needed help and with me being the class representative, I assisted her. When I got back flowers, chocolates, and letters were all piled on my desk table. People might've mistaken it for Saturo's. I scooped all of it and transferred it to his desk besides me, sighing as I sat back down.
Later on, he sneaked up on me. "Hey, why'd you bring it here? It's yours," he transferred it.
"Because I bought it, dummy," he unwrapped a piece of chocolate from its foil and displayed it in front of me, "Now say ah."
"What do you mean you bought it? All of these??"
"Yeah, like I said, I love you. And it's definitely not just as a friend, Y/N. Now eat," his fingers forced my lips to move and he shoved the chocolate inside my mouth. "Mmmm, yummy right?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOVE ME!?"
โ : clearing my draft rn. might post part 3 on friday cuz we have no class๐ฅณ๐ฅณ๐ฅณ๐๐๐
