Hard To Get

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You groan in pain the next day. Your head splitting in two. You reach over fumbling to grab your phone to check up on Isabel. You slowly open your eyes and see a few missed texts.

Holy fuck I'm not going to walk straight for a week! Thank you! I owe you! -Isabel

Pretty sure I'm in love.... -Isabel

I left something to help with your unescapable hang over. Hope to hear from you soon. -Gojo

"Gojo? How did he get my number and know where I live? Fuck! He is a stalker..." You yell and slowly make your way to the door. Suddenly your hazy memories of last night start to become clearer. You lightly smack your forehead and curse your love of alcohol. You open your door and sure enough there was a bag sitting there. You cautiously bring it inside. You open the bag. Inside their was pain medicine, coconut water, Gatorade, and a cool compress. What the fuck? This is nice. Am I in another reality right now? You put the beverages in fridge. The compress in the freezer. And take a couple of the pain pills. You walk around in a bit of a daze trying to remember the details of the night. You sit down and text back.

To much information! Also did you make it home ok? I love you to!! -to Isabel

Thank you! That was actually very nice. Why are you being nice? -to Gojo

Isabel- Girl I'm never leaving this mans house. I will murder someone for this man.

Gojo- Your welcome. I CAN BE NICE!! What are you doing today?

I feel like I should rescue you. I don't know why but I do.... -To Isabel

Trying not to die... I am miserable right now. I shall be on the coach binge watching trash television. To make myself feel less miserable. -To Gojo

Isabel-Bitch stfu! Round 20! See you when I see you!

Gojo- I can take care of you!! Do you like ice cream??

Who are you?? Who doesn't like ice cream?? -To Gojo

Gojo- Fuck you then!! Keep all the ice cream for myself!!

Ok... it may really be you. Idk... Do you really want to spend your day watching me groan and complain?

I wouldn't mind hearing you groan...

Ok yup no mistaking it... it's really Gojo. Bring me soup and it's a deal.

He likes your message and you don't know how to feel. You lay back on the coach unable to think. After awhile you are wrapped in a blanket and watching a reality tv show. Occasionally groaning about how much pain you were in. The doorbell rings and you jump up. Fuck... I forgot... you take the blanket with you slowly creeping to the door. You open it and start walking back to the coach. "You look like shit." Gojo laughs walking in and setting down bags in your kitchen. You lay back down and flick him off mumbling a string of curses. "Such language! Not befitting of a scholar." He clicks his tongue and you sigh exhausted by his energetic presence. "You hungry now?" He shouts and you cringe. "Nooo! And shut up!" You shout and he laughs but stops bombarding you with questions. He pulls the compress out of the freezer and the coconut water out of the fridge and walks over to you.

You stare up at him suspiciously and he smirks. "Lay back fucking asshole!" And you groan laying on your back. He holds up the water and you notice he had put a straw in it to make it easier for you. You raise you eyebrows at him and take a few sips. He rolls his eyes, his hand goes to your forehead and to your neck. "Your burning up" he whispers setting the compress on your head. You stay quiet studying his concerned face. "Is that ok?" He asks tucking the covers tighter around you. "What are you going to do to me? I'm to exhausted to guess!!" You finally say and he laughs again. "I told you I'd take care of you. Got to take you out before you eat me because I'm rich or whatever." You find yourself cracking a smile. "Fucking genius... Conniving bastard..." you mutter and he chuckles. "If you want soup let me know. At some point I'm going to force you to eat it. You need something on your stomach." He says and you groan, "Ok dad..." His bright eyes change from a look of concern to seduction, he gets close to your face and whispers, "Call me daddy..." You pull away and frown. "What is wrong with you? Who hurt you?" You ask and he smiles getting up, lifting your legs up and sitting on the end of the couch. He gently rubs your calfs and ankles as you watch tv. You go to protest but your to exhausted to argue. "Stay below the knee." You mutter and he smirks at you. "Fine..." he says and you both fall quiet sucked into the drama of the television show.

Your doorbell rings later in the day. You realized you had fallen asleep. You glance over and so had Gojo who jumps up to answer your door. Realizing how it looks having Gojo answer your door you try your best to beat him to it and attempt to push him out of the way but in your current state he easily reaches it before you. "Hello!" He answers cheerfully and you cringe. "Hey..." standing at the door was Isabel's brother with snacks. He looks at you and Gojo hurt displayed on his face. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd bring you some snacks. I knew you would be lounging around today." Gojo crosses his arms, another weird male dominance stare off occurs and you grumble. "Come in!" You shout and Gojo begrudgingly let's him in. You lay back on the couch, finish off the water, and turn your attention back to the tv.

Gojo's POV
Playing the slow game... so annoying... He sits lightly rubbing her feet and the occasional relaxed moans escape her lips. He tries to focus on the show. At some point they both must have fallen asleep. He was woken up by the doorbell ringing. Who the fuck... he runs to the door easily beating her to open it. He tries to smile cheerfully but when he sees the man who tried to stop her from hanging out last night his annoyance couldn't be hidden. He sees the same look in this mans eyes. They stare at each other at the door.

When Y/N yells for him to come in Gojo grumbles leaving space. Gojo takes one of the bags from him and walks with the other man to the kitchen. When Gojo opens a cabinet to put up some of the things he brought, the man walks up close to him and menacingly asks, "Did you fuck her? She was fucked up last night." Gojo studies the man, he wouldn't look him in the eye now. Slouching a bit, lacking the confidence he naturally felt. Gojo could tell he had known y/n for a while and desperately wanted her attention. What is with her? Gojo looks over to her laying on the couch, she stretches and crumples in a pile. "If I did what are you going to do about it?" Gojo threatens and the man frowns, "Did you just imagine her bent over the coach with that fat ass in the air as I slammed into her from behind wishing it was you?" Gojo whispers and the man freezes. Lust flashes in them quickly turning into embarrassment. "Fuck you... I'm tired of assholes like you using her." He hisses and Gojo laughs.
He felt nothing but pity for this man. "I didn't fuck her. Calm down." And the man visible relaxes. "But I will..." and the mans fist clench up.

"Y/N I got you some sweets, crackers and that book you have been wanting." The man says and she sits up. "Thank you!! Your so sweet!" She smiles a genuine smile lighting up. Gojo sneers as the man winks at him. "I would hang out but I have to go pick up my dumbass sister. I may need you to call and talk sense into her." The man says walking over, handing her the book, and she hugs him tight. "I got you!" She says and he brushes hair out of her face laughing. He sets her down and turns, smirking at Gojo as he begins walking to the door. "If she ever lets you fuck she will be thinking about someone else..." Gojo whispers as he passes and watches as the man tenses up and leaves.

Gojo enjoyed messing with him. The reactions were priceless. He laughs to himself preparing soup. She groans as he sets it in front of her. "Eat!" He says and she pouts slowly eating. "Good girl." He mutters and she rolls her eyes at him. "Your infuriating." She says and he grins shrugging. They fall back into relaxing together. Occasionally talking about anything and everything. Laughing and teasing each other. This should have bored him out of his mind but he enjoyed every second of it.