The morning dawned with a weight I couldn't shake. Despite the sun filtering through my dorm window, casting a golden hue across the room, my mind was a storm of conflicting emotions from the previous night. Gojo's kiss lingered in my thoughts like a haunting melody, leaving me both unsettled and strangely exhilarated.

I attempted to focus on my studies, but every page I turned seemed to blur before my eyes. My thoughts kept drifting to Gojo, his unpredictable presence, and the unspoken tension between us. It was infuriating how effortlessly he could unsettle me, how his mere existence seemed to stir emotions I wasn't ready to confront.

As the day wore on, I caught glimpses of him across campus—a flash of his distinctive white hair here, a smirk playing on his lips there. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding me yet couldn't resist stealing glances whenever he thought I wasn't looking. His trademark smirk, both infuriating and oddly endearing, only added to my confusion.

During a brief break between classes, I found myself heading towards the student cafeteria, hoping to clear my head with a quick snack. As I walked through the bustling hallways, lost in thought, I suddenly heard familiar voices—Gojo's unmistakable chuckle mingling with Geto's calm reasoning.

Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound to a secluded corner where I found Gojo and Geto, deep in conversation. Their voices were low, but I caught snippets of their discussion—something about "teaching a lesson" and "not crossing the line."

I hesitated, unsure whether to approach them or slip away unnoticed. Before I could decide, Gojo's eyes flickered in my direction, catching me off guard. He smirked knowingly, as if he had anticipated my presence all along. Irritation bubbled within me, but before I could confront him, another unexpected encounter diverted my attention.

A boy from my class—a recent acquaintance whose name I struggled to recall—approached me with a friendly smile. "Hey, (L/N), right?" he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

I nodded, forcing a polite smile despite my distraction. "Yes, that's me. Sorry, your name...?"

"Koji Kishimoto," he supplied, his smile widening. "We're in the same lecture group. I noticed you during orientation."

I blinked, vaguely remembering his face from the sea of unfamiliar classmates. "Right, Kishimoto. Nice to officially meet you."

We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments, his easygoing demeanor a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions swirling within me. As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice Gojo's gaze lingering on us from across the room. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something I couldn't quite place.

"So, (L/N), are you heading to the library after this?" Kishimoto asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Um, maybe," I replied vaguely, my attention drifting back to where Gojo and Geto stood. They were still engrossed in their conversation, oblivious—or perhaps deliberately ignoring—the fact that I was within earshot.

Before Kishimoto could say more, I excused myself with a curt nod, my mind racing with unanswered questions and unresolved tensions. Ignoring the prickling sensation at the back of my neck from Gojo's watchful gaze, I made my way out of the cafeteria and towards the library, seeking solace in the quiet sanctuary of books.

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Later that evening, as dusk settled over the campus, I found myself navigating the familiar path back to my dormitory. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions and encounters, leaving me mentally exhausted and emotionally drained. Gojo's presence loomed large in my thoughts, his unpredictable behavior both frustrating and strangely compelling.

As I approached the entrance to my dorm building, a figure stepped out from the shadows—Gojo, of course. My irritation flared, but before I could voice my exasperation, he spoke first.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice tinged with an unusual seriousness.

I braced myself, unsure of what to expect after the tumultuous day we had both endured. "What now, Gojo?"

"Unhh.. I told you to lay down the formalities." He exaggerated. 

I looked at him dead pan, not playing into his foolish games.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine as if gauging my mood. "I just wanted to say... I've been a jerk."

I blinked, taken aback by his unexpected admission. "Well, that's an understatement," I retorted, unable to resist a touch of sarcasm.

He chuckled softly, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know."

I studied him for a moment, the lines of tension softening in his features. Despite my resolve to stay angry, his sincerity chipped away at my defenses. "Yeah yeah. All knowing as you are," I muttered begrudgingly.

A small smile played at the corner of his lips, but before I could react further, he stepped closer, his presence enveloping me in a way that both unnerved and intrigued me. Instinctively, I backed up until my back met the cold brick wall of the dorm building, trapped once again between his proximity and the barrier behind me.

"Gojo, what are you doing?" I demanded, my voice betraying a mixture of defiance and unease.

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze fixed on mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "I just..." he began, his voice low and tinged with something I couldn't quite decipher.

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of footsteps echoed down the pathway—a welcome interruption that broke the charged atmosphere between us. Geto appeared around the corner, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation.

"Satoru, enough," Geto interjected firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "You're being unreasonable."

Gojo glanced at Geto, his jaw tightening slightly. "I'm just..."

"Just what?" Geto pressed, his tone calm but authoritative. "We talked about this. You can't keep pushing her like this."

Gojo's gaze flickered back to me, a conflicted expression crossing his features. "Fine," he muttered, stepping back reluctantly. "I get it."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my heart still pounding from the close encounter. Gojo's mercurial mood swings left me on edge, unsure of where I stood with him or what his intentions truly were.

As Gojo and Geto exchanged a few more terse words, I took the opportunity to slip past them and into the dormitory building, seeking refuge from the emotional storm that seemed to follow Gojo wherever he went.

Alone in my room, I sank onto the bed, the events of the day replaying in my mind like a broken record. Gojo's unpredictability frustrated me, yet I couldn't deny the flicker of something deeper—a connection that defied explanation.

Frustration mingled with a reluctant admiration for his unwavering confidence and the way he could effortlessly disrupt my carefully constructed walls. But beneath it all simmered a simmering anger at his arrogance and the way he seemed to think he could just waltz into my life and upend everything.

"He's infuriating," I muttered aloud, knowing no one was there to hear me. "And yet..."

The memory of his kiss—gentle yet tinged with urgency—haunted me. It was a stolen moment that left me breathless, a reminder of vulnerability and unexpected desire that I wasn't ready to confront.

I clenched my fists, cursing Gojo for stirring emotions I wasn't prepared to handle. His presence loomed large in my thoughts, a puzzle I couldn't quite solve but couldn't ignore either.

As I lay there, lost in the tumult of conflicting emotions, I vowed to stay guarded, to keep him at arm's length despite the magnetic pull I felt towards him. But deep down, I knew that the more I resisted, the harder it would be to deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us—a chemistry that threatened to ignite with every glance, every touch, every heated argument.

"He's trouble," I whispered to the empty room, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips despite myself. "But maybe... just maybe, I'm drawn to trouble."

With that unsettling thought lingering in the air, I closed my eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion of a day filled with unexpected encounters and unresolved emotions. 

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