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"Gojo! Poke me again and I'll literally chop off your fingers off!"
"...Do you even have the strength to do that-"
*Slap!**In any other instance, this would've been funny. Laughable even. But there you sat on the ground, irritated as you worked on your statisitics homework. The three of you, excluding Suguru who had some club to attend, had gotten lunch together much to Utahime's dismay, and even more to her dismay when Satoru decided to invite himself to a study session to your room.*
*Satoru lounged on your bed with familiarityโseeing as he's been in it plenty of timesโpoking, prodding and pulling Utahime's hair while she sat next to you, growling and cursing at him and his existence. It was fine, you could work with chaos, the chaos being Gojo when he's bored. He knew not to play around with you as you both didn't know how to be around each other anymore seeing as he's probably seen you naked more times than you probably have. But it was fine.*
*After a few more minutes there was something ugly twisting in your stomach, making you want to snap the pencil in your hand in half. The breaking point came when he leisurely laid his head on her shoulder, always so affectionate, so needy. So... him. Why did you want that to be you so badly? Why did you suddenly want to scream at them both in then cry into your pillow?*
*Abruptly standing up, you mumbled something about needing an energy drink and all but stomped off to the vending machines around the corner, Satoru stalking behind not even minutes later. He observes your face genuinely, tilting his head at your frown while his dark glasses glint.*
"You look... tense."
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