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Assistant: Title: Guide to Getting Your High School Crush to Notice You, 101
        Author: xoxodee xoxodee 
        Chapter: 1/32 
        Summary: Your high school crush wasn’t  just a crush.You were deeply in love with him.
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        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


      
        
          listen... when i started jjk i went in thinking i'd simp for gojo and came out bowing down to nanami. there's just something about him that i just love and i had to write something for this gem of a manthis is only an introductory, and the next chapters will be longer and i'm not sure how long this'll go on for so i hope you all can stick around for what i have planned out and i’ll add tags as i go <3
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    Frankly, when it had happened, you had lost thoughts about him. It was a dream, a fantasy really, and you didn't think that fantasy would truly ever happen since all it was for a long while was just a fantasy coexisting in your dreams.If you could compare you would've said it felt like that one dog you had that ran away for two days and found its way back home, albeit he was far from a dog and had been gone far longer than two days. It was comparable in the emotional sense, having a precious one return to you after so long and that sense of relief and solace that wrapped up around in the semblance of their arms in a long-awaited hug propelling you towards a state of unbridled happiness, and truly nothing else could've ever tried to compare.But it was of a higher regard to you since it altered the course of your life from that day forward.Your high school crush – the boy you had a crush on since you were fifteen – had come back after four years (you heart lurched and the breakfast you had spun inside of your stomach; had it really been that long?), and he was there to stay that time in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery. It felt surreal, and you had an incredibly difficult time soaking that information in as everything – every look, word, touch, smile, moment, day, hour, minute, second – came rushing back and hit you full force with the finalizing brute of emotions from your heart and mind to tell you the feelings were still there and would never dwindle. God, you felt ridiculous. You felt like some character in all those romcoms you liked to watch with the world's biggest schoolgirl crush on a guy who probably didn't even remember them, and that nearly almost made you buck up and try to squash it down, but if it wasn't for the convenience (read: inconvenience) of a (nosey) friend, you didn't have the choice to do so. You should've known really, it was expected, and you accepted your fate and braced yourself for the inevitable for seeing him and perhaps seeking him out.  However, nothing prepared you for when you finally saw him after four long years. When you first actually saw him return to the campus of the Jujutsu Technical College in over four years that day, your brain completely short-circuited and more than likely was fried. You really had not seen hide or hair of him since his graduation, where he had ultimately disappeared without a trace and settled on four years of radio silence, and only learned that he indeed did still exist when Gojo Satoru practically skipped up to you smelling of the world's strongest cologne and mint gum to tell you that he was returning the day prior to your current dilemma of on the verge throwing up and biting into concrete.The singsong of his voice calling your name nearly made you topple over in your handstand position you had taken up as the white-haired menace giggled when you shot him an upside-down glare. He knew to stop interrupting you in your stretches and time alone (especially after the incident where you nearly broke your f@ck@ng nose because he threw a whole bug at you to test your endurance), but that didn't stop him from continuing to prance on up to you and take spot there to bother you. He had squatted, a hand resting on his thigh as the other cupped his cheek, with his usual sh@t-eating grin on his face, “Guess who just called me?”Your mood had instantly soured, not up to par with hearing of perhaps a sexual escapade he may have finally done (even if you knew it was nigh extinct, but it was always fun teasing him since he had sh@t luck in that department and constantly whined about how women were scary), or some random topic about his neighbor that didn't like him. Shifting to balance on one arm – Gojo at that moment had decided to 'Ooo' at the display – you pinned your gaze on his face (or what you could of his face with how he constantly kept his eyes covered), and sighed rather loudly for his behavior, "It's too early, I’m not interested to hear your retelling of the poor soul you probably scarred last night.”Gojo, being the grown man he was, pouted, tapping his fingers on his cheek, "Don’t be so rude, it’s unbecoming of a woman your age.” You paid no attention to that remark, not playing into his hands. “I think you’ll like my answer though,” he cryptically replied as he finished it off drumming his index finger against his bottom lip and leaning in horribly close to you.You shot him a less than disturbed look, wondering just why he was beating around the bush when he normally couldn't wait two seconds to tell you something. In the end you were morbidly curious, and suspicious as he looked far too cheeky, and you humored him, rolling eyes and slightly nodding your head as the give-go to tell you.  Gojo had hummed as his lips stretched farther out into a grin, leaning in closer to you until his cold breath sifted across your ear and he whispered two world-shattering words:
  “Nanami Kento.”
You supposed it was then everything came back to you; all the memories, the very way your heart would beat in his presence, the looks you knew you gave him when he wasn't looking, the last vision you had of his appearance... just all of it; all of it came back to you and every bottled up emotion relating to romance and love in your heart exploded out and your flowers danced along your brain. His name had been but a whisper, never really spoken around you or brought up when you hung around Gojo and hearing it full force into your ear like that really cemented the fact he would always be that person to you. And the fact you had never gotten over him. His name had made you wobble, stomach in knots and heart pounding as you finally lost your balance and fell onto your shoulder and head. Cringing at the discomfort as Gojo let out a snicker, you wondered if the stabbing sensation in your stomach was nausea or anxiety, before ultimately deciding it was both. You grunted, bending your body back into a sitting position to look at the source of your ire, not letting the inner turmoil inside of you show in your expression. “Kento?” you had questioned, nearly slapping yourself at your call of his first name and all but giving yourself away before continuing, “…What did he say?”Your senior clapped, standing back up suddenly livelier you supposed was from your reaction. “Oh, just that he was planning to make a visit here tomorrow, nothing too special I guess.”Part of you believed the @ssh@l@ was toying with you, yet when you remembered he never had once mentioned the man in your presence since he had left, you knew it had to be the truth. Gojo knew you, as much as you loathed to admit it, he would’ve known very well of the fire smoldering inside your chest growing just at the mere mention of him. You were two years younger than Gojo, one year younger than him, so at that time you met Kento had been a grade above you. That, however, didn't necessarily deter you both from becoming close, Kento had been the only Second Year student at the time you had arrived and you had wormed your way into his life regardless of his penchant to remain alone.You could envision his haughty expression still, and that ridiculous haircut he sported you wished he would’ve cut but you still loved since you had a thing for boys like him. The moments in time where you two sat under that cherry blossom tree and ate lunch were there, or when he opened up a fraction and let you see that warming light in his eyes that somehow shined brighter looking at you. You could remember the teasing arguments over his attitude, the two of you butting heads frequently over the smallest things and making up in the end because it was truly nothing serious. Yet, grudgingly, you remembered the last conversation you two had before he up and graduated to never be seen again; a fight you had wished had never happened and regretted it every single moment of your life. You had only annoyed him because teenage you developed the colossal crush you still had on him.
  Didn’t that idiot know girls tease boys they like?
Gojo was rocking on his heels then, greatly pleased at your reaction, “If I were you, I’d look extraaaaa good tomorrow… You never know what could happen, hmmm?” he turned to walk away throwing a hand over his shoulder, satisfied with his job for the day in nearly leaving you shell-shocked, but you still had one thing left to say.
  “Gojo.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Don’t ever breathe in my ear like that again.”
That had been the day before, and that had been why you found yourself actually dressing nicer than you normally would despite vehemently trying to go against Gojo's suggestion. After hightailing it to your apartment the night before, you called Shoko, losing your generally calm composure as you paced around the living room and admitted everything to her. She had sighed one way and another, telling you what she knew of the lost sorcerer. You had all but choked on the cereal you were eating out of the box in a fit of anxiety when she told you Kento became a salaryman after graduating. The thought of stoic Kento with his scene haircut in a business suit working at a desk all the time made you laugh, and yet it also made you sad. Why did he throw away what he excelled at so well? He had all skills to be one of the strongest sorcerers, but he walked away. You supposed you never really knew him at that point; only shallowly focusing on his exterior and his reactions to you than considering what was swirling around in his brain.That had been your resolve: make amends with the man and show him a much cooler and mature you and act like the adults you were. The side of him noticing how much you had grown up was just the dessert, and either way you’d get his attention one way or another. You would play it cool and nonchalant like you hadn’t been missing him and pining over him for four years, perhaps a careless attitude towards his reappearance as you flaunted your way around. You could only pray Gojo wouldn’t f@ck it up somehow and embarrass you beyond belief with one of his infuriating antics.You scratched your hip, uncomfortable with the tight pants you had on as you stood in one of the many courtyards and recounting everything in your mind that led you to that moment. Shoko had joined in with Gojo’s suggestion and told you to wear ‘the pants that make your ass look good’, and you being you had fussed over it before ultimately giving in and wearing said pants since you knew Gojo would probably fuss about it. If you were being honest, you had no idea when he’d be on the campus or where he’d come from, but if you knew Gojo as well as you did, you knew he’d be dragging him around to show off the ex-salaryman to everyone on the premises. At that you held faith in the white-haired goof, since much to your distaste the moron was aware of the attraction you felt towards Kento, so it was more than clear he’d bring him around towards you at some point during the day. Question was, when? Hopefully at a time you weren’t caught off guard.God, you were seriously going to owe Gojo if everything went right.With the sun beating down onto your scalp, you realized perhaps he wouldn’t walk through a courtyard that was nowhere near the entrance and you made your rounds to your classroom for the physical training you did for students. You wondered if Gojo was going to tease you by holding Kento above your head with a string, making you swipe for the man’s attention. You sighed eyeing the emerald leaves as you trudged along, suddenly feeling anxiety coil back into your gut and the breakfast you had forcefully ate bubble again inside of your stomach. What if he didn’t even remember you? What if he took one look at you, sneered, and walked away? You would probably cry. However –
  Wait.
You stopped, using quick thinking to duck behind a tree when you spotted two figures just a way ahead of you. Gojo Satoru was easy enough to spot, his paintbrush hair and chatty voice echoing through the vicinity, yet it was the tall body of the man next to him that caused you to pause, his posture immaculate and hands placed into the pockets of his pants. He wore a suit, deep in a navy color with the crispness of a white button-up peaking from underneath and a white-spotted red tie overtop. His jawline was strong, accented by high cheekbones, and his eyes were covered by a pair of odd-looking glasses you couldn’t name the brand of. Lastly you studied his hair, a distinct, familiar shade of blonde he kept pushed back from his face with an underlining undercut. He looked familiar somehow, yet he was so uptight and spiffy looking you couldn’t possibly think of a reason on why he’d be on Jujutsu Tech campus, and with Gojo of all people. As attractive as he was, he stuck out like a sore thumb.(Still... if he was anything like that businesspeople you had seen in movies...)Your nails dug into the bark of the tree you held as you leaned – God, you prayed no one would see you practically stalking the two men like a depraved freak – closer to hear better and get a closer look, only to freeze at Gojo’s next words and nearly gnaw into the tree for the revelation. “– Nanamin.”A twig snapped underneath your shoe from the way you had leaned forward, and you almost shoved your entire head into the ground for your stupidity with a low curse. You pulled yourself back around before the two could spot you and – in your defense – skittering up the tree like a squirrel seemed like your best option (and you thanked God that the sun wasn't at a certain point in the sky so that the shadows played off onto the sidewalk and he saw your freak ass perched up in a tree stalking him). You could hear the low murmurings of the man (Kento?) as they neared your spot. That couldn’t possibly be Kento, no way. He never dressed that way when he was younger, especially outside of the school. Gojo was f@ck@ng with you most definitely and you were going to kick his –“Must’ve been a bird.”
  Oh, f@ck.
No, you knew that voice, God, how could not know that voice? It was him. Nanami Kento was just below you oblivious that you sat on a tree limb above him nearly passing out from the low timbre of his voice and his appearance. Nanami Kento was no longer the irritable teenage boy you had last seen, in his place a grown man filling out his once lanky form. Not that you didn’t find him cute as a teenager, but it was like he hit a second puberty and decided to waltz back into your life and test your willpower. It was like your vision tinged pink, fogging everything out that wasn't him in a cloud of pink and leaving him in the center surrounded by flowers and hearts. Your heart was thundering in your ears as your stomach calmed for the time being, and it was like you were seeing him that first day you had saw him when you were fifteen and your world and balance shifted forever. You swallowed and nearly sighed longingly. Nanami Kento was beautiful.The insufferable man never did realize how handsome he was, did he?Below you, Gojo tsked, “One sneaky little bird.” Without directly looking at him, you knew he was grinning that dumb grin he did. Kento may have not known of your presence, but he most certainly did. The object of your affection only sighed, presumably at Gojo’s foreboding words, and shuffled forward in the direction you had come from. Gojo remained still for a moment, shooting a not-so discreet thumbs up to you, and you decided then to throw an acorn at him impulsively. His shoulders shook with quiet laughter as he dodged it, letting it skitter to the ground before he sighed, "Or a squirrel... One with rabies too."You heard Kento hum, head slightly turning to look in different directions before his shoulders slouched and he continued on without answering or waiting for Gojo any longer. He took that time to move back to Kento’s side, his next words sending another coil of apprehension into your abdomen. “You still have so many old friends to see, I know some of them are so excited to see you too.”Kento either didn’t answer or his voice was too low for you to hear anymore, and you waited until both of their figures disappeared from your sight before letting out boisterous sigh, head thumping against the tree limb as you grew defeated. They were going to walk through the courtyard you had been standing in and you really had left because you were impatient. You had a whole chance to feasibly blow Kento away with your look and attitude, but instead you were sitting in a tree because you had almost been caught eavesdropping and were too embarrassed to even show your face to him because the mere look of him made you shy. You should’ve just gone to your class. Wait… class –“F@ck, I’m late!”
  
  

    
      
        
        
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