The morning sun filters through my dorm window, gently waking me. My second day at university starts peacefully, a stark contrast to yesterday's chaos. I head to my classes feeling more grounded and prepared. After a quick breakfast, I navigate the bustling campus with confidence.

During my morning lecture, I notice Gojo sitting in the back, his eyes fixed on me. It's hard to ignore his presence, and a mix of annoyance and curiosity bubbles within me. What is he doing here again?

After class, Gojo approaches me with his usual grin. "Morning, (Y/N). How was your class?"

"It was fine," I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral. "What are you doing here, Gojo?"

"Please, call me Satoru. Gojo sounds a bit too formal" He says.

I ignore this, and ask again, "What are you doing here?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Just wanted to see how you're doing. Thought maybe we could grab lunch together."

I hesitate but agree, thinking it might be nice to have company. We head to the campus café, finding a quiet corner to sit. As we eat, we chat about our classes and interests. Despite my initial reluctance, I find myself enjoying the conversation more than expected.

"You really surprised me yesterday," Gojo says, his eyes twinkling. "Most freshmen don't have the guts to stand up to me like you did."

"Well, maybe they should," I retort, though a smile tugs at my lips.

After a day of lectures and studying, evening descended, and I decided to head to the convenience store to pick up some groceries. The store was quiet, with only a few other shoppers milling about. As I made my selections and headed to the checkout, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Leaving the store, I walked briskly back towards the dorms, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It was then that I sensed movement behind me, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching quickly.

Before I could react, three men, presumably third-year students, surrounded me, their laughter harsh in the quiet evening air.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" one of them sneered, blocking my path. "A little first-year all alone."

My heart raced, but I refused to show fear. "Move," I demanded, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

They exchanged smirks and moved closer, one reaching out to grab my arm. Instinct took over, and I twisted away, delivering a swift kick to his shin. He cursed and stumbled back, while the others closed in.

"Don't touch me!" I warned, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger.

The situation escalated quickly into a physical confrontation. I fought back fiercely, using every ounce of strength and determination to fend off their advances. My mind raced with strategies, and I landed a few solid blows that forced them to hesitate.

Just as I began to hope for a chance to break free and escape, a familiar voice sliced through the tension. "Hey! Back off!"

I turned to see Gojo and Geto at the entrance to the alley, their expressions serious and determined. Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly replaced by frustration and anger.

The thugs after recognizing who those two were, backed off, turned and left, muttering curses under their breaths.

"What are you doing here again?" I snapped at Gojo, my reflex anger bubbling to the surface. "Are you following me or something?"

Gojo's usual grin faltered, replaced by a furrowed brow. "No, (Y/N), we were just... around."

"Yeah, right," I retorted, crossing my arms defiantly. "It's too convenient that you always show up whenever I'm in trouble."

Geto stepped forward, attempting to defuse the tension. "Come on, (Y/N), we're not here to cause trouble. We saw what was happening and intervened."

I glared at them both, feeling a mix of gratitude and irritation. "Well, thanks for your help, but I can handle myself."

Gojo's frustration mirrored my own. "You don't have to be so damn stubborn, (Y/N). We were just trying to help."

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for your help," I shot back, my voice sharp with emotion.

Without warning, Gojo reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. His touch caught me off guard, sending a jolt of unexpected warmth through me. I froze, unable to formulate a response as he held me there, his gaze intense.

"Satoru," Geto interjected, his tone calm but firm. "Let her go."

Gojo released his grip, his expression unreadable as he stepped back. "Fine," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

I took a step back, rubbing my arm where he had grabbed me, trying to steady my racing heart. "Maybe I should go."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and hurried away, leaving Gojo and Geto behind. As I walked back to my dorm, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside me. Gojo's actions left me flustered and confused, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over between us.

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The evening sun cast a warm glow through the window, painting soft shadows across the kitchen counter as I stirred the simmering pot of dashi broth. The familiar aroma of miso and soy sauce filled the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Cooking had always been my sanctuary, a way to unwind and find solace in the rhythmic motions of chopping vegetables and stirring the bubbling pot.

Lost in the tranquility of the moment, I almost didn't hear the knock on the door. Frowning, I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and headed towards the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. When I opened it, Gojo stood before me, his presence both unexpected and unsettling.

"Gojo," I said, surprise coloring my tone. "What are you doing here?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering around the room as if assessing his surroundings. "I... heard you were cooking," he finally said, a hint of mystery in his voice. "And I wanted to see for myself."

I frowned, puzzled by his cryptic response. "How did you find my dorm room?"

He shrugged casually, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I have my ways."

I narrowed my eyes, feeling a mixture of curiosity and irritation. "You're being mysterious again, Gojo."

He stepped into the room, his gaze lingering on the pot simmering on the stove. "It smells amazing in here," he commented, changing the subject smoothly.

I sighed, crossing my arms defensively. "What do you want, Gojo?"

He turned to face me, his expression serious now. "I wanted to apologize," he said, his voice sincere. "For grabbing you roughly earlier. That wasn't my intention."

I didn't know how to respond, caught off guard by his unexpected apology. The silence stretched between us, tension crackling in the air.

"Why are you always so difficult?" he muttered softly, more to himself than to me.

I bristled at his words, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Difficult? You show up unannounced, act mysterious, and expect me to just forgive you?"

He took a step closer, his movements deliberate and controlled. Instinctively, I backed up until my back hit the wall, trapped between him and the kitchen counter. His presence was overwhelming, his proximity sending a shiver down my spine.

"G-gojo, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"I'm trying to apologize," he replied, his tone tinged with exasperation. "But you don't make it easy, (Y/N)."

I struggled to find words, my gaze locked with his intense blue eyes. "I... I don't know what to say..."

His expression softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I know. I'm not good with apologies."

"Then why bother?" I retorted, my voice betraying my confusion.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because I....I care about you," he admitted softly. "More than I should."

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle yet firm kiss. It caught me off guard, and for a moment, I froze, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. His hands found their way to my waist and thigh, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a sense of urgency and longing.

When he finally pulled back, he searched my eyes, silently pleading for understanding. "I'm not sorry for kissing you," he murmured, his voice husky.

Anger flared within me, mixed with confusion and a strange fluttering in my chest. "You can't just kiss me out of the blue like that," I said, my voice trembling. "Girls don't appreciate being caught off guard."

He smirked slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Maybe I wanted to catch you off guard."

I pushed him away gently, needing space to think. "You're impossible, Gojo," I muttered, my voice thick with unshed tears.

He nodded, his charismatic demeanor returning. "Maybe. But you're driving me crazy, (Y/N). I can't seem to stay away from you."

With those words lingering in the air, he turned and left, leaving me alone in the kitchen, my emotions in turmoil. I sank to my knees, tears welling up in my eyes as I processed what had just happened. My first kiss, stolen by Satoru Gojo—a guy who seemed to delight in unraveling my carefully guarded emotions.

Cursing softly under my breath, I wiped away the tears, a mix of anger and confusion swirling inside me. Gojo had stirred something within me that I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I wanted to. And as I sat alone in the kitchen, the aroma of miso soup lingering in the air, I realized that my university experience was about to become even more complicated than I had ever imagined

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Okay, Fellas. Done with chapter 2. 

 I hope you all enjoy it.

See you again soon!!!