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You could only roll your eyes as Gojo walked away. Everyone at Jujutsu Tech knew better than to expect anything else from him, and yet every time you saw him say something callous to Ijichi it made your gears absolutely grind. It was just infuriating. The man so rarely actually did anything wrong. You suppose Gojo never entirely got over his distaste for the weak.
You rounded the car with sure steps, until you stood firmly beside your friend. There was a moment when neither of you spoke, before Ijichi sighed.
“What?” He asked you with a knowing look, turning with a single brow raised, his glasses slipping down his nose from the slight tilt of his head. You laughed softly as you turned to fully face him - what an honour it is to be known. You reached out to gently cup his face with both hands, one thumb pushing his glasses up his nose, then across his forehead to rest on top of his head, moving them and his hair out of the way so you could openly stare at his uncovered face.
It was a pleasure to watch the blush that slowly crept across his face and up his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. He was so pretty when he blushed, you really should take a picture one of these days. He spluttered for a moment, eyes darting around to look everywhere but at you, but never once did he attempt to look away.
“I- Is there something on my face?” He finally managed to ask, and you could only grin, leaning in ever so slightly closer, just enough to press the tips of your noses together.
“Nah, I just like looking at your pretty face, angel.” You said softly, observing as goosebumps flared on his skin from the feel of your breath ghosting over his lips. Satisfied, you leaned back again, but you didn’t release him just yet. With one hand still cupping his cheek, you pulled back the other to softly boop his nose, just to watch the way he scrunched it in response.
“You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.” Ijichi mumbled when you finally pulled away, brushing his hands over his suit as if you’d somehow wrinkled it.
“Did it help you feel better?” Came your response, and the silence that followed it was more telling than any answer he could’ve given you. When your phone buzzed, you sighed and quickly checked it to find a message from one of the students.
“Duty calls?” Ijichi asked, having watched the curves of your easy smile fade from your expression, replaced with pursed lips that spoke of displeasure.
“Doesn’t it always?” You replied with a roll of your eyes. You returned your phone to your pocket and turned back to face Ijichi. It was a bold move, one you’d never done before, but somehow the moment felt right. With only a moment of hesitation, you leaned in to softly kiss his lips, gently bumping his glasses in the process where he’d returned them to his nose. He didn’t have a chance to kiss back before you’d pulled away, hands in the pockets of your uniform.
“I’ll see you around, angel.” You said, giving a mock salute before you were turning and walking away.
“You didn’t give me a chance to-” Ijichi’s voice called out, making you turn to walk backwards, but you didn’t stop. You blew him another kiss, and after a moments hesitation - which was enough for his blush to return with a vengence - he blew one in return, which you made a show of catching and pressing to your lips.