NEW FRIENDS.
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YOU WERE WORKING ON A NEW CAR WHEN your phone rang. taking out your gloves all dirty from the gasoline, you fished your phone from your pocket, answering it immediately when you saw your youngest son's name.
if you remembered your younger days well, today was dedicated to the first years. it was an introduction to high school life, and it only lasted half a day, meaning that the students would be released before lunch.
"hey. how's your day so far?"
"hi, mom. i hate my damn homeroom teacher. and my classmates, too. they're all fucking morons."
"sounds eventful." you remarked sarcastically, taking a bite from your underling's apple.
"it was." he groaned, "they brought a bouncy castle."
"ugh, rich schools. such a hassle to jump around instead of studying, right?" you teased him further before dropping the act.
"tell me, sukuna. did you find any friends?" you asked sternly, hearing him mutter out a 'yes'.
"you did?" you asked again, not sure to have heard him right.
"WHY IS IT SURPRISING?"
"DO NOT raise your voice at me, boy." you put the apple back down, brows furrowed.
"yes ma'am."
"so. what's your friend's name?"
"mahito. he told me that he's also coming to the tryouts. he's a little weird, though."
"do you want me to pick you up afterwards?"
"nah, but thanks. i'll be home by 5."
"then take a shower there. your aunts are dropping by." you ordered him.
"alright, mom. i have to go get ready now."
"okay, sweetie. bye, i love you."
"love you."
"it's your son's first day, miss l/n?" your underling's head popped out from undercarriage.
"yes, honey." you grinned at her, ruffling her hair. "he goes to the same school as you and your sister. it was his intro day."
"i'm guessing that you ended up snatching a second job?" she grinned back at you, finding your (rare) happiness contagious.
"a third job." you corrected her cheerfully. this girl reminded you of yourself when you were her age. hopefully she won't turn out like you did.
the young girl's smile faltered a bit, but she still replied: "that's great. don't overwork yourself, though."
"who do you take me for?" you chuckled, shaking your head.
"ahem." a voice interrupted your playful bantering.
glancing behind your shoulder, your eyes met those of an old acquaintance.
"oh, will you look at that? l/n y/n and little maki." naoya approached you two slowly, the light from the garage illuminating his face.
your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you scrutinized his appearance from head to toe.
"you're not welcome here, dickhead." maki showed him her middle finger, irritated by his mere presence.
"i'll remind you that this my dad's garage, you insolent brat." his eye twitched, making you laugh.
"looks like your ego is just as fragile as before. what can i do for you? i might just give you a special discount for being the boss' son." you mocked him, and it took everything in his willpower to not bite the bait.
"whatever. i heard that you have a second kid named sukuna." he pulled you towards the little room at the back, away from maki.
"and how does that concern you, asshole? leave." you pushed him away, getting serious the moment your son was mentioned.
"i got curious." he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "first, i hear from my own father that you came back to work for him a couple of weeks ago. mind you that we haven't seen your face here for years. then, gojo the loudmouth tells everyone that his new student has your last name."
"ugh, gojo. no wonder why my kid hates his teacher's fuckin' guts—"
"tut-tut, y/n. i wasn't done speaking." he pressed a finger on your lips to shush you.
"who the hell do you think you are, you useless—"
"shhh." he shushed you again, now fully clamping his hand on your mouth.
you retaliated by biting his hand, making him yelp.
"stop it, you bitch." he spat, trying to push you away. you tried to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, but he had anticipated that and tackled you on the ground, accidentally hitting a few shelves on your way down.
hearing some rattling, you ducked and the big box of tool hit him square in the face as he cursed loudly.
"miss l/n?" maki rushed to the scene, concerned. however, her expression changed to one of satisfaction as he saw his misogynistic prick of a cousin being held in a chokehold.
she went behind you, angling her phone to take the perfect picture as a source of blackmail.
"say 'cheeese'." she drawled, a smirk on her lips.
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"you've always acted like a damn caveman." naoya huffed as you were busy bandaging his neck, screeching when he felt the material tighten around his throat.
"so, zenin. heard you became a physics teacher." your passive-aggressive voice wavered as you spoke— a telltale sign that you were trying to be civil towards your old 'friend'.
"yeah. i got my phd in mechanical engineering before coming back to teach." he replied arrogantly, a deranged smile on his face.
"it's always the physics teacher who are mentally challenged." you nodded, and so did he, not thinking twice about your sentence.
"of course. i'm teaching the most difficult— wait, that wasn't a compliment, you cunt! stop laughing!" he hissed, stomping his feet on the floor by the sheer anger of being set up.
"easier said than done. you're a grown man, throwing a tantrum like a 5 year old. none of my sons ever did this."
"whatever. i can sleep at night knowing that i got everything that you ever wanted. 'told you that physics ain't a girl thing."
"awn, naoya. don't tell me you were inspired by lil ol' me." your usual scowled got slowly replaced by a cocky expression, the corner of your lips curling up to form the same shit-eating grin that you'd always give him.
"never." he barked back, shaking from rage.
maki snickered from the other side of the garage, finding the whole ordeal quite amusing. it was silent for a few seconds before naoya remembered why he came to see you in the first place. he had to finish his investigation.
"i'm assuming that your youngest son doesn't have the same father as your oldest." he mused aloud, starting from where he had left off. his eyes zeroed on your left hand, noticing your bare ring finger. "i'll go further and say that the second dad is also out of the picture. lady luck sure does fancy you."
"i'm one lucky girl, let me tell you." you scoffed, not even hiding your frustration as you tugged on his bandages even harsher.
"oh, believe me, i have seen it for myself." he muttered back, but you didn't take any offence to it.
seeing the clock strike 4, you took a clean towel to wipe the grease and sweat off from your body. thankfully, you had worn a black tank top to work; otherwise all the car oil would have left a stain. you ignored naoya's screams and orders to untie him as you opened the door.
"alright. maki, i'm heading out. your uncle should be here soon."
"m'kay, thank you."
"no problem. i'm guessing that i won't see you much on school nights?"
"trust me, i'll be there. i wanna be the best of the best. crème de la crème." she teased.
"then you better work hard to keep up with me."
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yuuji was loving high school so far. his homeroom teacher, mr. geto, was really nice. he was very charming and didn't take himself too seriously. he had told them a little about himself, even revealing that he used to go to this school.
"this is where i met my best friend. he's actually teaching the class next door." he said, leaning on his desk. "some of you may have him this year."
then, in order to encourage them to find their 'potential best friend', the man made his students group by their interest.
seeing a shy boy being the only one sitting near the white piece of paper with the word 'movies' written on it, yuuji immediately went to befriend him.
"hi!"
"hi." the boy's greeting was less enthusiastic. he nervously glanced around, making sure that the guy in front of him was indeed talking to him.
"i'm yuuji and i'm into girls like jennifer lawrence." he bowed so low that his head hit the desk in front of him, "let's be friends..." he drawled out, waiting for his classmate's answer.
"uh, junpei."
and that's how a new friendship bloomed.
while junpei was a horror enjoyer, yuuji admitted that he also recently took interest in musicals. one thing led to another, and yuuji convinced his new friend to step out of his comfort zone and try out for the drama club with him.
as they walked side by side towards the auditorium, they passed by the gym, seeing a good number of boys inside.
"huh. i guess the basketball tryout is today, too."
"did you want to go?" the black haired boy asked curiously, fiddling with a strand of his hair.
"nah. i like playing, but it's not my main interest."
"they look pretty good." junpei awed as he witnessed their rough training.
"apparently, we're the best! i overheard a boy saying that we always go to the nationals."
as yuuji walked past, his frame caught the attention of a blue haired boy inside the gym.
"you didn't tell me you had a twin, l/n." mahito panted as he reached sukuna, tired from all the conditioning drills.
"i don't have a twin, moron." his short pink hair swayed slightly as he ran.
"i only have an older brother. and trust me, he looks nothin' like me."
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