♱ ̱͞ ִ 㡜 𝐒 ' 𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖴 𝑂𝟷𝟷

“No,” she didn’t even let you finish. “Don’t even think about it,” she added, without looking up from her notebook.

“But I haven’t even told you what I want.”

"There's no need."

“Gojo…”

"No."

You sighed, sinking into the chair opposite him uninvited. You were in the library. Of course you were in the library. It was practically their natural habitat.

“Just listen to me for five minutes.”

"No."

"Two."

"No."

“Thirty seconds.”

Finally, she looked up. Her pale eyes fixed on yours with a mixture of weariness and warning.

“You’re exactly ten,” she said. You smiled, victorious. “I need you to be my boyfriend.”

Silence. He blinked once, slowly.

"No."

“Fake boyfriend,” you quickly corrected. “Pretending. Temporary. Strategic. For the greater good.”

"No."

“My parents are coming this Friday.”

"No."

“I told them I had a boyfriend.”

“That was your mistake.”

“Gojo…”

"No."

You pressed your lips together, leaning slightly toward him. “You’re literally the only viable option.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

“You are intelligent, educated, you have a good reputation, you don’t cause scandals, you are not an idiot…” You listed his qualities on your fingers.

"Thank you."

"And my parents would love you."

"I'm not interested."

She looked down again, ending the conversation. But you didn't move. "I'll pay you."

"No."

“I’ll do your homework… whatever it is you don’t like doing.”

"There's nothing I don't like to do." Lie. Then, a deafening silence. “Gojo,” you lowered your voice slightly. “It’s just a weekend.”

Nothing.

"You just have to act. Smile. Say intelligent things. Basically, what you already do."

Her fingers stopped typing. “I don’t act.”

"Well then... do it this time."

She looked up once more. This time, more directly. “No.” But this time… she hesitated.