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“Why are you so clingy?” P.2

—in which, 5 months after you broke up with Gojo, you see him again in a grocery store, and— he wants to be friends??

A/n: Prob gonna end up doing like an enemies-friends-lovers type shit. But it will not be quick. I refuse to just hand over y/n to him. 😒 I’ll bedazzle this when I get home.

<<part one, part three, part four>>

“You have got to be kidding me.” You sighed, opening up the fridge and realizing there was no more milk after pouring a bowl of cereal.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you sighed and grabbed a glass of water before pouring it into the bowl. Sitting down on the chair, and began eating your cereal.

Mid-bite your eyes roamed across your new apartment. It wasn’t the nicest. By any means. A big ass step down from the house you’d shared with Gojo.

It’d been five months since you broke up with him. Sure, you missed him. You missed the him he was at the beginning of the relationship. All sweet and loving. And no matter what, you’d always still have some love for him.

But the him now? Well.

“That motherfucker can eat shit and die.” Rolling your eyes, you took the last bite of your cereal aggressively. Thinking about the way he spoke to you had you angry all over again.

Putting the bowl into the sink, you moved over to the living to grab your car keys.

“Cannot believe I let him talk to me like that.” You mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed as you locked up your apartment before walking out to your car.

Sitting in the drivers side, you glanced at your phone, feeling the buzz, and paused.

You stared at the phone for a good long minute, before sighing and biting the bullet and replying. Maybe it wasn’t who you were thinking it was. Maybe it was some other person. Maybe.

“Is he serious right now? Are we deadass?” You had to close your eyes and take deep breaths. You used to love it when he’d call you pretty but now it felt so fucking condescending.

Staring at the phone, you wait for a reply. But you didn’t get one. His instant replies had turned into no reply, and it just had you rolling your eyes all over again. Putting the phone down, you pulled out the driveway.

“Okay— so I need milk,” listing off what you needed to get from the store, it only took a few minuets before you pulled into the grocery. Parking, and walking in, you kept repeating you list until you had most of it in the buggy. “—and I just need-“ you froze.

You froze, and you stared. Because right at the end of isle, was the same blue eyed bitch you did not want to run into.

Immediately, you turned around and began walking out of the isle. That is, until you felt an arm grip your wrist.

“Wait! Wait, just wait a second!” Gojo pulled you to a halt, his grip on your wrist so gentle it had unwilling memories of your relationship pop back up into your mind.

Glaring up at him, you snatched your wrist from his grip, “what.” And oh, the way you glared up at him had his heart racing, butterflies flying and bouncing all around his stomach at finally seeing you again.

“How- um, how have you been?” Gojo smiled down at you, albeit a little nervously.

“If you don’t get to the point Gojo I swear to god.” Your patience had already run thin— it’d snapped.

“Let’s be friends. I want to be friends.” Gojo blurted out, and immediately screamed himself mentally, because no, he did not want to be friends with you, he wanted to be your boyfriend again, he wanted to be yours, not some friend.

“Really? Friends?” You gave him an unimpressed look, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Yes! Friends.” He was already too far into the bit to go back, “I miss you. So fucking much. We don’t have to be what we once were— I just want to be friends. Like the good ol’ days.”

His words actually had you pausing. Thinking back, you and Gojo had always clicked so well, especially back when you were friends. It was so easy back then, so fucking easy.

“I don’t know Gojo, this doesn’t seem like a good idea…” you looked back down at the shopping buggy before looking at the exit, then back up at him.

“I can understand why you’re on the fence about this! I do! But can you honestly you don’t miss us being friends?” He could feel your hesitance, but hesitance was better than just a straight up rejection.

Groaning, you finally gave in. God you were such a pushover. “Just friends. Which means no talking about our past relationship— or anything like that! And no touching.” Glaring at his hands, you eyed him sternly.

“Yes! Thats great— perfect. I missed you so much,” he tried to pull you in for a hug, but you pushed him back by the chest.

“What did I just say?” Your brows furrowed and you took a step back.

“I’m sorry- my bad, my bad.” Hands up in defense, he took a small step back as well. “No touching, got it…. Sooooo, you free Saturday?” He tilted his head with a grin, “we can hang out? Like we used to?”

“I’m busy. Let’s just start with texting.” You sighed, ready to just leave with groceries and escape this awkward ass conversation.

“Alright, whatever you say, pretty.” Gojo shot you a charming smile.

“And don’t call me that.” You added, before just nodding awkwardly and turning to walk away.

Gojo watched as you walked away, his eyes softened, and his hands slipped into his pockets. “Fuck. I can’t do friends, why the hell do I do this to myself?” Mumbling to himself, Gojo walked down the aisle, and went to grab the certain brand of cookies he was wanting.

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