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Everyone knows Principal Yaga only wants two things: to be early and cute things. Seriously, those things that small middle-schoolers would cry their eyes out when they can't have it, Principal Yaga has it in his possession (and even brings it to life!)
When one of these two things were not met, one would just have to whisper their silent prayers in advance. But not Gojo. This man always thinks like he's requesting a reservation meeting with God. He can't be too bothered to show up early. Not even when his own students are on the brink of dying.
Y/N is a different case all together. She knew how much time is of essence especially when Principal Yaga demands it. That's ancient history, been there, done that. She has learned how to respect Principal Yaga's time the hard way back when he was still her teacher. So when she was jogging the stone steps all the way towards her destination, she didn't expect to be held back by a former-classmate-now-turned-to-a-colleague.
"Good morning Y/N-chan!" His voice just equals to a chirp which she would've appreciated from actual birds in the cold early of dawn instead from his fully glossed lips. Where did those adjectives come from? Lips. Just lips.
Y/N didn't respond and continued her morning jog, already feeling the slight headache on her temples. She almost doesn't want to agree to a meeting with Principal Yaga with Gojo in it and now she's going to have to deal with him going with her?
No thanks.
"Awe, no response? You're not so usually grumpy on mornings Y/N-chan," He muses, chuckling to himself. She wanted to say he's right if he wasn't the first person she'd see to start her day but she bit back her left cheek. She really doesn't have the energy to start a bicker with him.
She heard him 'tsk'ed behind her signalling his growing annoyance. Well, good for him because Y/N's annoyance wasn't growing, it's already there.
If there's another thing she hates about him, its how he is so persistent.
"Oi," he taps her shoulder. No response. Y/N continued to run faster.
"You're so mean," he catches up. Of course. His legs be damned.
"Y/N," he repeated with a little added edge to his voice. When she still haven't responded, Gojo resorts to violence.
Picking up her pace as she was already near, Gojo side-stepped Y/N causing her to trip. Gojo probably had intended to catch her or at least cushion her fall but gravity was too fast to even try to attempt that when he tried to grab her, he grabs her ponytail instead. Of course, said ponytail slips from his grasp and Y/N was facing head first to the ground.
No man is worth the aggravation but Gojo Satoru is quite possibly the only worst man out there to infuriate Y/N to no end.
"Are you seriously that desperate to get a reaction from me?!" Y/N whipped her head to the side to glare at a manically laughing Gojo.
"Oh, so you're talking to me now? I almost thought you've gone mute," He snorts derisively while playing with her black hair tie in between long and slender fingers. No, just fingers. Don't sweat the small details.
"Get over yourself, you prick." Y/N grunted, hoisting herself up and swatting away traces of dirt and pebbles from her knees and cheeks.
"Nah, it got me worried really. I thought I would never get to hear your voice," He grinned cheekily while staring at her. Y/N's fingers started to sweat at that response and hides it by unnecessarily straightening her work uniform. "We can't have you say asshole as your last words directed for me, right?" And he guffawed. Y/N's hands quickly turned dry and normal.
"I wish I lost my voice then, asshole." Y/N squinted insultingly.
"I wouldn't wish for that too!" He squeaks and then leans in so close without proper attention to personal space and whatnot. "I like your voice." He lowers his timbre in that smooth fashion.
And in a not-so-smooth fashion, she spluttered not knowing what to say to that.
He scoffs. "Got nothing to say to that? Normally, one is ought to be grateful when they're complimented."
"As if I'd take any compliments from you, jerk." Y/N muttered, tucking away a strand of hair.
For a moment, Gojo doesn't say anything. This warrants curiosity from Y/N to turn to the male in a ridiculous blindfold. His head was slightly bent to the side as if he was scrutinizing a very important specimen. Granted, one can't exactly be too sure given that his eyes were covered but Y/N had known him since first year to know the subtle movements of the eye behind that thin layer of black cloth. "What?" She asked defensively, never liking the gesture of being stared down at for too long.
"I just think you look good without the ponytail on," He said with a look that almost made her want to believe him. But this is Gojo Satoru we are talking about. He doesn't dish out earnest compliments after another without a goal in mind. Even with that thought regardless, Y/N was starting to strangely feel the creeping warmth on her cheeks that she turned away.
What's wrong with her?
"What the hell do you want?"
"Hmm, that's a very interesting question. You sure you want to ask that?" He grinned suggestively.
"This is why I don't like talking to you, didn't you forget that we still have a me-" Y/N froze.
Gojo's grin couldn't get possibly wider.
"Fuck, we're late."
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All of this were on full display from Principal Yaga's window. One thing that Principal Yaga has prided himself with is being a good educator to his students. He had knew everything there is to know about Y/N enough to know that she hates being late and that she also likes cute things pretty much like himself. He had also knew how much of a bad influence Gojo can be if one falls short in his shenanigans. If he could have all the time in the world to be a dotting teacher, he would have known the signals Gojo had thrown unknowingly at Y/N and how the latter reacts to the former. It's quite the entertainment how long it took for her to act upon Gojo's charms like a girl. Y/N had always been rough at the guy. Yaga would've entitled Y/N as his favorite student for having to subdue Gojo for quite some time. But then again, that's out of his job description. He's still decided to give them both an earful for being tardy.
The girl was really bad at concealing it and of all people, it had to be his other previous moronic student.
If there was a prize for rotting judgement, Principal Yaga guesses Y/N'd already won that.