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Gojo, this idiot, still thinks you're an effortless target, his easy little bunny.
But you are none of that anymore.
Oh yes, and what did he just call you? His Barbie girl?
Right, but you're done with that name just as you're done being the toy he would pick up and discard whenever he saw fit.
Even after you had retracted from him, he attempts to sway you with a pout, something that he knows had been successful with you in the past.
"Since when did you play hard to get?"
"Since you've cheated on me, bitch."
Although he sits across the table, you can hear him suck in his breath, knowing that he doesn't have anything good to say in response.
Sure, he has apologized to you during that one time you had encountered him with Haru at the latter's school. But mere words cannot heal the pain that he's brought upon you.
Given all this, you already consider yourself generous for offering him even a minute of your time.
"I don't owe you anything, Satoru," you continue at your ex-boyfriend's stillness, not missing how he cringes when you spat his name. "This is not true the other way around, but I don't feel like holding you for faults that you would never fix."
Thinking that no more reason could justify your presence here, you gather your belongings and ready yourself to leave right before Gojo's words stop you.
"Let me still try making things up to you?" he asks, and his eyes glitter with optimism.
Haven't you told him no?
"That roomie of yours—Nanami. Haru told me once that you like him, but I know Nanami can't hit deep the way I—"
"Kento fucks me better than you," you interrupt, unable to listen to his senseless jabber for a moment longer. "Thank you very much for your not-so-informative Ted Talk. Since we are done here, I'd like to leave."
Standing up, you step past Gojo's seat. He makes an attempt to grab at your wrist, but you've suddenly pulled away and into someone else's chest.
At first, you're alarmed and warning bells blare in your head.
