Hard To Get

Frumpy

(Thank you for reading! This was my very first fan fic that I wrote... so if it's a bit cringey I'm so sorry haha... though I hope you still enjoy! 😊)

You sip your 5th mug of coffee enjoying the quiet night working the late shift at the historical library in your city. Admiring the architecture and smell of old books. Since technology boomed while you were in high school not as many people find comfort in these pages. It makes you sad.

You get up to make your rounds and reshelf books that had been returned. As you exit the elevator to the second floor you pause. You cringe at the sound of sloppy kisses and moans. "Fucking teenagers..." you curse under your breath pushing the cart to the side you follow the sounds.

As you round the corner a grown ass man is kissing an attractive young women, his hands disappearing under her clothes. You feel sick. You clear your throat and the man lazily looks over to you. He was very attractive, his long legs were uncomfortably set at an awkward angle, though he was tall he wasn't skinny, his most striking features were his white hair and bright blue eyes. Usually not your type but you could not deny how handsome he was. He looks you up and down and you gasp. "Sir you all need to leave. Surely there are better places to do this." You say aggravated they interrupted your quiet with such perverse sounds.

"But being in public and being caught by a sexy librarian is so much more fun!" He teases and you roll your eyes in irritation. "Go home..." you say through clenched teeth. "What a bitch." The young woman scoffs and you laugh. "Cute." Is all you say and the man grins, ignoring you he pulls her face to his again. "Gojo your so fucking bad" the young woman moans as he licks her neck aggressively. You ball your hand in a fist, you often prided yourself on your calm and collected demeanor but you often let stress build up. Unfortunately for this man this moment caused months of stress to erupt. You walk over and grab his ear yanking him up. He gasps in surprise, you realize your mistake when he stands towering over you. You panic but try your best to keep the an authoritative stance and expression, determined to have your sanctuary back.

The girl huffs and starts walking off. He smiles down at you with an intrigued stare. "Go!" You say but you hear the nervousness creep into your tone. He smirks, "Can you lead me to the exit I got mixed up. I was pretty distracted." You take in a deep breath, "fine." You lead him to the stairs not wanting to be stuck in an elevator with him. You look back to make sure he was following and groan in annoyance. He was following but his eyes were on your ass the entire time, when he notices you looking he says, "You dress real frumpy but even with those loose clothes I can see everything." You ignore him and walk faster. He easily keeps up with his long strides.

You reach the main doors and open them for him, "Here the exit. Goodnight." You say shortly. He pauses at the door, "what's your name?" He asks turning on his natural charm. You close the door in his face and lock it. He stands there gaping at you and you wave. "Fucking men.. exhausting..." you whisper to yourself turning away looking at your watch. You made sure no one else was in the building and decided to go a head and lock up a bit early. If your boss asked you could use the man as an excuse, saying you felt unsafe by yourself.

After straightening up for the morning shift you walk back to the break room and grab your bag. "I deserve a drink!" You say to yourself. In your past you would have never stood up for yourself like you did tonight. But after bad experiences you learned to.

You walk out looking around cautiously as you locked the doors. You walk towards the garage attached to the library your head on a swivel clinching you keys tightly between your fingers. You loved working at night but walking to your car was always a bit nerve racking. You sigh when you reach your car and click the fob to unlock it.

As you turn a hand reaches for your shoulder and you dodge out of the way. "Y/N! Please!" You freeze at the voice. "Leave me a lone... I've had enough today! I have nothing to say to you." You turn around and come face to face with your recent ex. "I'm a fucking idiot. You are everything to me. The guys they got in my head. But those women were mistakes!" He gets on his knees and you feel like screaming. You look into his light brown eyes, his long locs tied up at the top of his head, he wore a casual outfit, his arm muscles visible from the t shirt he was wearing, covered in a sleeve of tattoos. You had loved him so much. You bite your lip remembering the large tattoo on his back and the way you would claw into it. But you were so done giving him chances. "Leave me a lone..." you say quietly and his soft eyes show a hint of irritation.

"She has a big guy like you on his knees. How interesting." You hear that voice from earlier echo against the garage walls and you groan. This was going to be so bad. Marcel was a very jealous man. "Are you fucking following me to?? What the fuck! I knew I should have brought my gun. Stupid y/n so stupid!" They both stare at you for a second raised eyebrows. Then Marcel stands up and glares at the tall man pure rage. "Who the fuck are you snowflake?" The man you remember the girl calling Gojo stands up straighter. "Look I was just outside and heard yelling." He holds up his arms, his body language was unthreatening but the look on his face said otherwise. You groan, imagining a smooth glass of whisky. "You don't look like her type so I believe you. But mind your business" Marcel says about to grab your arm to drag you off.

"Leave her alone..." you hear Gojo say in a low voice. "Make me." Marcel responds. While they were distracted sizing each other up, you open your car door and get in. You start the car and roll down the window, "this is why male ego is so fucking toxic. Goodnight!" You turn on the radio and drive off. You look in your rear view mirror and shake your head. They stood there glaring at each other but also in confusion at your car driving off. "Two glasses tonight!" You say to yourself pulling out of the garage and heading home.

You reach your apartment door and walk inside. You drop your bag on the floor, go to your room and change into shorts and a t shirt. You pull your hair up into a high bun, wipe your face, and brush your teeth. Walk into your kitchen reaching for a glass and whiskey. Throw ice cubes into the glass and sigh watching the liquid pour into it. You bring it up to your lips and moan as you take the first sip. "So good..." you whisper as it burns your throat. You pull a book out of your bag and sit on the couch. You feel yourself relax. Though the nights events still occasionally replayed in your mind. You find yourself opening your phone and going through your photos. Marcel and yourself enjoying time together. Then you pull up his Instagram, there was never any pictures of you two on his page in the past so that was not surprising. But literally a day ago he had posted a picture with a beautiful women wrapped around his arm and you laughed. "Y/n I want you back!" You mimic him. Setting your phone down you began wondering about that stranger. Gojo? What a weird guy. Hopefully he got the hint and you wouldn't be seeing him again. You shrug and start reading your book.

Gojo POV
He leans against the wall near the garage lost in thought. He was irritated that the woman had essentially cockblocked him but intrigued by how he had no effect on her. He was so used to women swooning that his brain could not grasp the concept. She wasn't insanely beautiful, so what was her deal?

His thoughts were interrupted by shouting. Curious he walked into the garage and came upon an unusual scene. The frumpy librarian looked irritated as a very large man knelt in front of her. When she bit her lip lost in a memory, he felt a shiver suddenly go up his spine. That look on her face only lasted for a second but it was such a tantalizing image.

What a match... He thought observing the scene. Based off of what he heard he assumed this was an ex. Tattoos decorated his body. She was so boring and this guy seemed to be someone who could pull any women he wanted. Ooo what are you hiding?

Gojo suddenly interrupted their conversation and the jealousy that rose into the mans eyes was all Gojo needed to know. She must be a freak.... He had to find out. I'll save her from her ex and she will be all over me.. Her ex goes to grab her and Gojo shouts to leave her alone. The ex stares him down and challenges him. This will be a fun night after all, he thinks cracking his knuckles. Before you all could throw a punch, the woman was in her car. Shouts something about male ego and drives off.

What just happened??? Both men look at each other in confusion. There was still a bit of tension in the air. After a while her ex sighs and looks utterly defeated. "You look like you could use a drink. Truce?" Gojo casually asks and her ex nods and responds, "Sure snowflake if your buying." Gojo laughs and agrees. As they walk to a near by bar the man turns to him, "I know what you were trying to do but it's not going to work." Gojo shrugs, "that's a thought for another night. You and me my friend I bet we can pick up all kinds of women tonight." Her ex laughs at you and shakes his head. "sure bruh. Names Marcel." "Gojo." They walk into the bar, he was going to learn all he could about the librarian. He grins like a fox.