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the slap echoes louder in your heart than on your cheek. your baby’s tiny palm had connected with your face with all the might of a god in training—soft, pudgy fingers, yes, but wielded with the strength only an infant could mysteriously summon.

“ow—!” you blink, more startled than hurt.

satoru freezes, blue eyes widening as if he just watched a tragedy unfold before him. “did… did you just hit my wife?” he gasps, tone horrified.

your baby—his baby, his precious little bundle of love—just gurgles, waving those dangerous little fists around again.

satoru clutches his chest like he’s been betrayed. “unbelievable. the one woman who carried you for nine months, who feeds you, rocks you, sacrifices sleep for you—and this is how you repay her?!”

you’re laughing now, but he isn’t. he takes the baby from your arms, holding them up eye-level like a man about to deliver a stern lecture. “listen here, kid. i don’t care if you’ve got my genes—especially because you’ve got my genes—you should know better. that’s my wife. my sugarplum, my sweetheart, my absolute angel. nobody lays a hand on her, not even you, my own flesh and blood.”

the baby just blinks, then drools.

you snort. “satoru, they don’t even understand words yet.”

“oh, they understand,” he insists gravely, bouncing the baby slightly. “they understand fear of consequences. i’ll tickle you silly if you ever dare raise your hand at your mama again.”

the baby squeals—half from delight, half from the gentle onslaught of his long fingers wiggling against their belly.

and you, still rubbing your cheek, can’t stop smiling. “sometimes i wonder who the real baby is.”

“no, i’m the best husband in the world,” he corrects smugly, leaning down to kiss your cheek right where the baby had slapped. “and i’ll protect you from anyone. even this tiny traitor i helped make.”

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lol imagine a fic where y/n finds out Sanemi is gna die bc of the demon slayer mark but shes too late and he DIES Lol

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So everyone's wife left them huh 🚬🚬

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chapter 2

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Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't chase after woman. If they wanted him, they wanted him, and if they didn't, they didn't. He wasn't going to bitch and moan if a girl he found attractive didn't reciprocate.

At the end of the day, Suguru believed he had more important things to do, and pining was not one of them.

That was until you entered the picture.

He didn't understand why he was so adament about seeing you again.

You were just another person.

Yeah, you were really pretty and made Suguru break a sweat the moment he met you. And yeah, maybe he did daydream about a future with you when he looked into your eyes, before wishing you goodbye—but other than that, you were an ordinary person.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto decided to brush it off and move on with his life, blaming this sudden "obsession" (he hated calling it that) on the fact that he didn't even get your name.

He took names seriously. And wasn't the type to forget them.

For now, he settled on addressing you as "little mouse" due to your previous endeavors.

Suguru concluded that If he saw you again, he would definitely approach you, if not then oh well.

So why was Swimmer!Suguru Geto running around campus (for no particular reason)—and way too aware of his surroundings—to just call it 'roaming around'?

In all honesty, he was hoping he would run into you again.

Only to get your name though.

That was all.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto spent his entire afternoon on the north side of campus searching for you, but to no avail.

So, suguru sulked and dragged his feet all the way back to his dorm, pouting and kicking rocks through the entirety of his 15 minute walk back.

Satoru noticed Suguru's change in attitude later that night at a party he practically dragged Suguru to.

"Can you not?" Suguru says while rubbing his temples.

"Look, just ask around. I'm sure plenty of people would be more than willing you help you," Satoru shrugs. "S'not that hard."

"Easy for you to say, " Suguru mumbles.

"At least the girl you like doesn't have a mentally insane ex," Choso says from beside Nanami.

Satoru laughs, "oh yeah, isn't her ex Zenin's cousin?"

Choso groans and slumps further in his seat.

"What about you Kento? Y'talking to anyone special? Oh, wait what about that barista you ditched me fo-" Nanami throws his empty water bottle at Gojo's head before he could finish his sentence.

At this point Suguru was zoned out on nothing ino particular, until something caught his eye.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto tried to keep up with the conversation but his attention was else where, specifically on a familiar head in the crowd.

It's not like he took time to study the back of your head when you guys first met, but he is almost 100% sure that the head he was looking at was yours.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto excuses himself and gets up from his seat, eyes locked on you the entire time. He payed no mind to people who were calling his name, girls who were grabbing at his arms in attempt to get him to dance with them.

He needed to see you.

When he approached you you seemed to be talking to your friend. You didn't notice him yet, and Suguru didn't bother making himself known, but your friend noticed and tilted her head in his direction.

You turn around slightly confused before your eyes light up in recognition, "Oh hey! I didnt know you'd be here!"

Suguru smiles his heart swelling when he sees that you're excited to see him. "Yeah I uh...I come to these things often," he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Your friend notices the tension, and smirks at you, lightly nudging your shoulder before saying she was going to go refill her drink. You roll your eyes at her as your cheeks turn a shade of maroon.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto was not much of a conversationalist, so he wasn't quite sure how to go about this.

"So uh, I never got your name," he finally says after the awkward 10 second silence.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, my name is y/n," you smile at him. "And yours?"

Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't want to be that person, but he kind of expected you to already know his name given the fact that he's the swim captain AND most befriended guy on campus.

He stutters and blushes at the way you were looking at him. He didnt know what kind of voodoo magic you were using on him to get him to act this way but he did not like it at all. "It's Suguru," he mutters.

"Suguru," you say, and he suddenly feels weak with how perfectly his name rolls off your tongue.

You both spent the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing, and Suguru thinks that was the most fun he's ever had in his life.

He listened to your almost 10 minute rambles and you listened to his, which made him fall even harder because people usually never liked hearing his rants.

But you did.

Suguru had always been told that he takes too much, and that his voice was annoying, so he did what anyone would you. He stopped talking.

Bit with you it was like he could be his true self.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't want to admit that he liked you.

You just so happened to be at the same party he was at, and you just so happened to spend the rest of the night talking to him, which just so happened to end you with on his lap as you both made out in his car.

All he did was say he thought you were the biggest klutz known to man, which was partially true.

You pouted and told him to take it back, to which he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and told you that it was okay because you were cute.

And now here you are.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto groaned beneath you, his hands remained respectfully at your waist, unmoving despite how much he wanted to.

You rolled your hips slightly, causing him to groan and stop your movements, reluctantly pulling his lips away.

"Baby," he sighs.

"What? did I do something wrong? I'm sor-"

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, I just," he pauses. His stomach churns with what he was about to admit, but he decidedly swallows his pride and says it.

"I like you. A lot, and I want to at least take you out. I wanna do this right," he explains, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You blush at his statement, not use to guys actually wanting to make an effort and not just fuck. You hide your face in Suguru's neck, making him laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing," you sigh dreamily.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who feels butterflies in his stomach after kissing you.

After you guys made yourselves look half decent, you both decided to cuddle up in the back seat, the both of you taking silly selfies to add as eachothers profile.

Suguru shifts under you, sighing contently despite the semi uncomfortable position he was in from his tiny backseat.

"You need to learn how to swim," he says while absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

"I am an excellent swimmer for your information," you state, crossing you arms.

"Oh, forgive my ignorance," he says sarcastically, laughing at your offended expression.

"That day was a moment of weakness," you try to explain but Suguru was giggling in his corner like you just told him chickens were aliens.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who genuinely is concerned for your wellbeing, so he first suggest that he takes you to the store to get new shoes because your dirty ass converse were not going to cut it.

"Are you...are you calling me broke?" You put a hand on your heart, "I have plenty of shoes thank you very much. And I paid for them all by myself, mister."

Suguru laughs, "no, I'm not saying that, I just saying that your shoes may be the reason you're always slipping," he shrugs.

He was kind of right. I mean the tread on your converse was... not there. Signs of its existence was impossible to detect, and the bottom of your shoes might as well have been smoother than your professor's head.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who then invites you to the pool tomorrow after classes and his practice, saying you need practice in case of emergency.

You reluctantly agree but only because you got to see Suguru half naked again.

"If you come, I'll take you out after," he suggests.

"...fine. as long as were getting food because swimming makes me hungry," you sigh.

"Great," he says. "See you tomorrow ?" He kisses the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow," you smile at him. He pulls you closer one last time before letting go. You both leave the car to be met with Satoru.

"Dude, some crazy chick is dancing on the table naked," Satoru flails his arms dramatically.

"And what makes you think I want to see that?" suguru rubs his temples again, laughing at Satoru's theatrics.

Suguru turns around and pulls you to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and winking down at you. "Bye cutie," he smirks

"Bye," you say as your cheeks dust pink and your friend pulls you away.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto watches you run off, hearts in his violet eyes and too many feelings in his chest.

God, he's crazy for you.

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A/n: remember back when I could turn your face, maroon 🤭

Also, chicken = alien

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Fucking stranger Suguru Geto at a Sabrina Carpenter concert (18+) 🎤

The bass was rattling through your bones, Sabrina’s voice belting across the crowd, but honestly? You weren’t even listening. Not really. You were too busy drowning out the ghost of Toji in your head—the ex you swore you’d moved on from. He was the reason you even came tonight. A distraction. Loud music, glitter, short skirts, screaming crowds…yeah, you needed that.

Your friend had dragged you here, pulled you close to the stage, and you were trying—really trying—to care. Until your hand brushed someone else’s.

Big, warm, veiny.

You jerked slightly, eyes snapping sideways, and there he was. Suguru Geto. Six-foot-something of lean muscle, broad shoulders, black hair tied back, tattoos peeking from under his shirt sleeve. He smirked when you looked at him, the kind of smirk that knew things—like how easy it’d be to ruin you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, though your voice cracked, your heart thudding louder than the bass.

“Don’t be.” He leaned down so close his breath brushed your ear, and fuck, it was warm. “Crowds like this? Bound to touch.”

You felt your thighs clench at the casual tone, your skin prickling.

And maybe it was the heartbreak, maybe the alcohol, maybe the fact that Suguru was just standing there looking like sin—but before you knew it, you were pressed into him when the crowd surged forward. His hand landed low on your waist, steadying you.

“Easy, sweetheart.” That voice was smooth, dark. Dangerous.

You swallowed. “You come to concerts often?”

He chuckled, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Not really. But tonight? Guess I was meant to be here.” His eyes dragged down your body in a way that had you burning. “Guess you were, too.”

Fuck.

It escalated so fast it made your head spin. One second you were singing along, the next he was tugging you through the crowd, backstage. Easy, almost too easy—thanks to your friend with an all-access pass. She shot you a knowing look, but you ignored it, because all you could think about was Suguru’s hand sliding lower, lower, until he had you backed into a random storage room with the door clicking shut behind you.

The music was muffled now, replaced by the sound of your ragged breaths.

“You look like you need this,” he murmured, crowding you against the wall. His thumb skimmed your bottom lip, and you caught it between your teeth without thinking.

“I don’t even know you,” you whispered, but your body betrayed you, arching closer, chest pressing into his.

Suguru grinned, slow and wolfish. “Don’t need to know me to let me fuck you, do you?”

The heat pooled in your stomach. “Cocky.”

“Confident.” He tilted his head, his lips brushing yours but not kissing, teasing. “So? You want me or not?”

You didn’t answer with words—you grabbed his shirt, yanked him down, and kissed him like you’d been starving.

The kiss was messy, filthy, his tongue sliding against yours as he groaned deep in his chest. His hands were everywhere—palming your tits through your top, sliding down your waist, gripping your ass and grinding you into the thick bulge in his jeans. You gasped against his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you panted when he pulled back, lips wet, eyes dark. “I just broke up with my boyfriend—”

“Good thing I’m not him.” He shoved your shorts down, his fingers finding your soaked panties. “Good thing you’re already dripping for me.”

You moaned, heat crawling up your neck.

“Say it,” he growled against your ear as he rubbed your clit through the thin fabric. “Say you want me to ruin you.”

“I—fuck—want you—”

That was all he needed. He spun you around, bent you over the table in the corner, panties shoved aside in one rough move. You barely had time to gasp before he lined up and pushed inside.

“Holy shit,” you choked, fingers clawing at the wood, the stretch burning and delicious.

Suguru groaned, low and guttural, his hands bruising your hips. “Tight little cunt. Like you were waiting for me.”

He started thrusting, hard and deep, the slap of skin against skin mixing with the muffled bass of the concert outside. You bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but he yanked your hair, forcing your head back.

“Don’t you dare stay quiet. Let me hear it.”

“F-fuck, Suguru—oh my god—”

“That’s it.” He grinned against your neck, teeth scraping. “Bet your ex never fucked you like this, huh? Bet he never made you scream like this.”

You cried out as he hit that spot inside you again and again, the table creaking under the force.

“He—ah—he didn’t—fuck—”

“That’s right,” Suguru groaned, pace brutal, fucking you like he owned you. “Because this pussy was waiting for me.”

Your eyes rolled back, body shuddering with each thrust.

“You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it.”

You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. “I’m yours, fuck, I’m yours—”

“Good girl.” He slammed harder, one hand sliding around to rub your clit, making you jolt. “Gonna cum for me?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“That’s it, cum on my cock. Show me how much better I fuck you.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, white-hot, leaving you gasping, legs shaking as he fucked you through it. He groaned, hips stuttering.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, fucking you deep. “You want that? My cum dripping out of you while you go back to your little concert?”

“Yes—yes, please—” you cried.

With a guttural moan, Suguru spilled inside you, grinding against you as he filled you up, the warmth searing.

For a moment, the only sound was your harsh breathing, the muffled beat of music outside. He pulled out slowly, smirking as his cum dripped down your thighs.

“Messy,” he murmured, tucking himself back in. He kissed your shoulder, lazy, satisfied. “Bet you’ll think of me every time you hear a Sabrina Carpenter song now.”

You laughed weakly, still bent over the table. “Fuck you.”

“Already did,” he winked, pulling you up to fix your clothes. “And I’m not done.”

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I voted Sukuna and then saw this 😭 srry daya 💔

this acc’s gonna meet the same end as suguboos if sukuna wins that poll

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dinner date feat.megumi

featuring toji.f , megumi.f

A smaller figure stands behind Toji, as he shyly peeks out from behind Toji and looks at you.

"Hi.." he says quietly, making you smile in response.

"Hello! You must be Megumi. I'm y/n" you say kindly. Toji takes a seat in front of you as Megumi takes a seat beside Toji. The three of you were seated in a dimly lit, slightly fancier restaurant.

"Megumi, this is my girlfriend." Toji says calmly. Megumi nods, and avoids looking at you, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "He's a bit shy but don't worry, he'll warm up with you sooner or later." he says reassuringly as he takes your hand in his, thumb gently rubbing your hand. You nod in response. "Are you hungry?" Toji asks.

"Yeah, I've actually been wanting to try this." you turn the menu around and turn it to Toji, pointing to the dish you wanted to tryout. Megumi curiously peeks at what you've showed Toji, then pulling on Toji's sleeve. Toji turns his head to Megumi, adjusting his height to hear what Megumi was planning to say.

"I want that too.." Megumi whispers to Toji. Toji smiles.

"Would ya look at that? You two have the same taste huh?" Toji hums in acknowledgement as he turns his attention back to you, grinning.

Internally, Toji really thought about wanting to take things more seriously with you. With his past dates, they'd all preferred him to get a babysitter to look after Megumi on dates but when Toji mentioned something about getting a babysitter for Megumi, you were quick to tell him to just bring Megumi along. You weren't like the rest and he loved that you cared.

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After an enjoyable dinner, the three of you stand outside the restaurant. You and Toji were just chatting about something and as things slowly started to wrap up, the both of you hugged and said your goodbyes. Toji gave you a gentle peck on a cheek and a queit 'thank you'. You then look down at Megumi, smiling. He seemed a bit tense.

"I really enjoyed getting to know you Megumi and I will definitely look forward to seeing you again." you chirp.

"I want to see you again too.." he mumbles into his fathers side, which makes Toji raise in eyebrow in surprise. Toji was stunned. He knew Megumi was an honest boy but also knew he wasn't good with his words so this was big for him. You beam, smiling widely.

"That's very odd. coming from him." Toji states, in a low voice only for you to hear.

"Does that mean im special~?" you ask tease happily.

"Yeah, yeah, Don't get too full of yourself." he mumbles, then kissing your forehead. "I'll call ya later okay? Get home safe." He says to you, then walking away with little Megumi while you walk back to your car with a big smile plastered on your face.

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cw: implied injuries . . . toji is the man of the house , or is he ?

your phone buzzes from the counter while you stir the pot, humming like you’re composing a lullaby for the worm noodles. megumi, diligent sous-chef and self-appointed household bouncer, snatches it up with both hands before you can even dry your palms.

“h’llo?” he says, voice sticky like jam, not even waiting for the other person to speak.

“...’gumi. hey, bud. it’s me,” comes the rasp from the other end, one part gravel, one part pain. “put mama on the phone, yeah?”

“no.”

there’s a pause. an incredulous silence that screams louder than any bullet wound.

“...no? what d’you mean, no?”

“mama’s busy,” megumi declares, all toddler authority and no wiggle room. “she’s cooking.”

“i know she’s cooking, kid, i can hear the pot. but this is important.” you can almost see toji pinching the bridge of his nose in some dark alley, trying not to pass out from blood loss while arguing with a preschooler. “just pass the phone—”

“you not allowed. mama said don’t disturb when she’s cooking.”

“she—? i’m your dad.” the nerve in his temple twitches audibly through the receiver.

“uh-uh,” megumi hums, shaking his head though toji obviously can’t see it. “you’re just loud. mama’s better.”

toji coughs — half laugh, half punctured lung. “listen, buddy, papa’s... had a rough day, okay? papa’s gotta talk to mama, real quick.”

“hurt?” megumi finally asks, in that way kids do where concern sounds like suspicion.

“...no.” definitely yes. “just, uh, stretched my leg funny at work. nothing major.” he winces so hard he sees stars.

megumi narrows his eyes, like he can smell the lie through the phone. “then you can wait.”

“wait — no, i can’t wait, brat. i need — i really need to talk to her.”

“you can say please,” megumi chirps.

there’s a beat of silence where you imagine toji re-evaluating every life choice that led him here. hired killings? fine. broken ribs? tolerable. begging his four-year-old for access to his own wife? humiliating.

“...please.” it comes out like it was dragged from the depths of hell itself.

“hmmmmm...” megumi taps his chin, basking in the power trip. “no. mama said don’t disturb.”

toji groans, sounding like he’s grinding his teeth into dust. “you’re killing me here, kid.”

megumi perks up. “dying?”

“...no!” his voice cracks. “no, i’m not dying. papa’s tough. tougher than—than all the worm noodles in the world.”

megumi gasps, suddenly impressed. “that’s a lot.”

“yeah yeah, it is. so can you—”

“but mama’s still cooking.”

click. he hung up.

and there you are, blissfully ignorant, stirring pasta while your husband contemplates whether bleeding out in an alley would be less degrading than calling back only to get screened by a kindergartener again. your kitchen smells like dairy-induced cardiac arrest as you rain down cheese on pasta like some benevolent goddess of lactose.

megumi sits at the table with his elbows propped up, chin squished into his palms, watching you with the reverence of a disciple. the family landline — yes, landline, it’s 2025, don’t question your retro lifestyle — suddenly shrills like an alarm clock. you sigh, half-busy, half-ready to ignore it, and tell megumi, “baby, pick that up, please.”

he beams like you just gave him the keys to the house. small hands grab the receiver.

“h’llo?”

“...’gumi. it’s me again.” toji’s voice is half-growl, half-agony. “listen, put mama on the phone right now.”

megumi doesn’t even blink. “she can’t.”

“she can’t?”

“she’s putting cheese,” megumi answers with solemn gravity. toji blinks into the void of the alley, clutching his ribs.

“…cheese?”

“lots. like mountain.” megumi’s little voice drops to a whisper, dramatic as hell. “you can’t disturb.”

toji makes a sound like he’s either laughing or choking on his own blood. “kid, papa’s in trouble. papa needs help.”

megumi gasps. “you lost your toy?”

“…no.”

“you dropped it in the toilet again?”

“what? no! i—” his voice catches with pain. “listen, papa’s got… a big ouchie. i need mama.”

megumi squints like a miniature detective. “where?”

“…leg.”

“you said leg last time.”

“…other leg.”

megumi narrows his eyes. “truth?”

toji drags a hand down his face. “i am telling the truth.”

“your voice sounds funny.”

“my ribs are cracked, brat!” he hisses before realizing. “wait, no, i mean — papa just… swallowed something spicy.”

megumi frowns. “did mama cook for you too?”

“no, she didn’t cook — wait, what? no!” toji’s patience is disintegrating faster than his blood pressure.

“then no complain,” megumi says matter-of-factly.

“listen to me, you little tyrant, if you don’t give the phone to mama—”

“you say please.”

toji stares into the abyss. twice in one night?

“...please.”

“hmm… no. mama’s busy.” megumi tries to hang up, but you finally notice your child about to ruin someone’s evening.

“megs, who’s that?” you ask, reaching over and gently prying the receiver from his sticky hands.

“papa loud,” megumi tattles, folding his arms.

“...toji?” you say into the phone, bewildered, half-annoyed, half-amused.

“sweetheart,” comes the rasp, equal parts pain and pride ground into dust, “either come get me or send shiu before i bleed out and your son becomes an orphan raised entirely by his own smugness.” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to laugh at the absurdity. “fine. stay put. i’ll send shiu.”

“thank you.”

“try not to get murdered before he gets there.”

you hang up, turn back to megumi, and, with a sigh, slide his bowl of cheesy pasta in front of him.

meanwhile — shiu, who, ten minutes later, is trudging through the dark alley like a man sent to retrieve someone’s drunk uncle from the bar. he finds toji crumpled against a dumpster, holding his ribs and glaring like this is everyone else’s fault.

“you look pathetic,” shiu says flatly.

toji grunts. “shut up and help me up before my kid installs himself as man of the house.”

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Swimmer!Suguru Geto was a very quiet and reserved man. He kept to himself, and kept his friend group small. He went to parties, entertained a very small number of woman who were lucky enough to get even five minutes of his time, but that life got too much sometimes.

When school was too much, Satoru’s voice too loud, or the blaring party playlists too grating, he slipped away to the only place that made sense—the university’s local pool, finding solitude in the sound of swishing water and the sharp yet familiar smell of chlorine.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto, being the captain of the swim team, had premium access to the pool so he could swim and practice whenever he pleased.

So to say he was surprised when he saw you swimming in the pool after closing hours was an understatement.

"Oh, the door was unlocked so I just thought-" you pause, looking around nervously while simultaneously trying to keep your neck above the water.

"I'll l just- I'll just go..." you trail before awkwardly making your way toward the edge of the pool.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't know what to do except watch you swim towards him. Your wet baby hairs were in your face, your eyes bloodshot from the pool water. He had to admit, you were cute—too cute for your own good. It made your pathetic attempt to sneak away mildly endearing.

Suguru couldn't help but smirk as he watched you.

Your nerves were everywhere, as you were slightly insanely embarrassed by getting caught after hours in the pool by the smoking hot swim captain.

You weren’t sure if it was nerves or if you were simply the biggest klutz alive, but as you were halfway across the 5ft end of the pool, your foot slipped. Not a slight slip, no, you fully slipped and submerged under water.

You could swim—you think—but your jitteriness caused you to panic and the next thing you knew you started halfway drowning.

Panic bubbled in your chest, water filling your mouth and nostrils, hands flailing everywhere and your mind going absolutely blank.

This was it, you thought. This is how you die. Drowing in front of the hot swim captain who you didn't even know the name of.

Goodbye world, goodbye hot unnamed swim captain, and a very special goodbye to your dignity.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto chuckled for a moment as you "drowned" (your head was well above the water) before diving to save you. He felt bad for laughing, but the way your arms were flapping, splashing water to and fro, it was comical.

You reminded him of a little mouse.

With effortless precision, Swimmer!Suguru Geto cut through the water, barely making a splash as he reached for you and pulled you to the pools edge.

He holds you in his arms for a moment, chest to chest and your faces mere inches away. Your eyes were blown wide from the shock, but as you came to your senses, relief flooded you.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto looks down at you, his purple eyes soft, almost amused, as he brushes your wet hair from your face.

"Y'okay?" He whispers gently.

"Y-yeah," you say hoarsely, coughing slightly from the water in your throat.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto feels his heart pound in his chest. He hopes you don't feel it, prays you don't notice. The way you look at him—all doe-eyed, and breathless, and innocent like you didn't just break into the pool and start drowning.

You would have been dead if it wasn't for him.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who effortlessly lifts you up and sets you down on the edge of the pool, positioning himself in front of your knees.

"Didn't think I'd be playing lifeguard today," he chuckles, leaning an arm next to your leg, causing you to verrrrry lowkey drool over his bulging muscles.

"Yeahh sorry for my...inconvenience," you nervously chuckle.

"Nah, you're good. You get a free pass 'cause you're cute," Suguru winks and thank god your face is red from all the pool water that went up your nose so he couldn't tell that you were blushing.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who climbs out of the pool, his muscles flexing, droplets of water dripping down, down his abs and into the waistband of his jammers, making you wonder what's beneath them, though they left little to the imagination with how tight they were.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who smirks at your oogling, but says nothing, opting to hold his hand out for you to grab while you stand up.

"Gotta make sure you don't slip again," he smirks at you, earning him a light slap on the arm.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who walks with you towards the womans locker room as slowly as possible so he didn't have to depart with you just yet, though he claimed it was so you didn't fall and crack you head open.

In all honesty, Suguru enjoyed your company even though you've only just met under...unexpected circumstances, he liked the sound of your voice and the feeling of your skin on his. And not just in a sexual way, despite his few totally oblivious attempts to seduce you.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto internally pouts when you've both arrived to the entrance of the locker room.

"Well uh...I better go shower," you say hesitantly, the longing feeling of not wanting to depart with him also affecting you.

"Okay," he says, his face unreadable aside from his soft smile.

"Okay..."

"Don't drown."

"Uh- I won't," you laugh.

"Y'sure?" He raises a skeptical brow.

"Mhm," you nod, giggling.

"M'kay."

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who steps closer to you, tracing a finger along your jaw and lifting your chin.

"Bye, pretty girl," he whispers before walking away, leaving you baffled.

He walked away, giggling in his head like a schoolgirl, reminiscing your previous interaction. The way you blushed and giggled and clinged onto him as he swam you to safety. You were so cute, just like a little mouse.

But unfortunately, when Swimmer!Suguru Geto was halfway to his dorm did it dawn on him that he never asked for your name. He smirked to himself.

Perfect excuse to see you again.

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A/n: why do I hate the word "jammers" sm 😭 like I would say speedo but I js cant imagine him wearing that 😭 anyway srry for the kinda long wait ;-;

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[muliwamm]

chapter 2

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Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't chase after woman. If they wanted him, they wanted him, and if they didn't, they didn't. He wasn't going to bitch and moan if a girl he found attractive didn't reciprocate.

At the end of the day, Suguru believed he had more important things to do, and pining was not one of them.

That was until you entered the picture.

He didn't understand why he was so adament about seeing you again.

You were just another person.

Yeah, you were really pretty and made Suguru break a sweat the moment he met you. And yeah, maybe he did daydream about a future with you when he looked into your eyes, before wishing you goodbye—but other than that, you were an ordinary person.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto decided to brush it off and move on with his life, blaming this sudden "obsession" (he hated calling it that) on the fact that he didn't even get your name.

He took names seriously. And wasn't the type to forget them.

For now, he settled on addressing you as "little mouse" due to your previous endeavors.

Suguru concluded that If he saw you again, he would definitely approach you, if not then oh well.

So why was Swimmer!Suguru Geto running around campus (for no particular reason)—and way too aware of his surroundings—to just call it 'roaming around'?

In all honesty, he was hoping he would run into you again.

Only to get your name though.

That was all.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto spent his entire afternoon on the north side of campus searching for you, but to no avail.

So, suguru sulked and dragged his feet all the way back to his dorm, pouting and kicking rocks through the entirety of his 15 minute walk back.

Satoru noticed Suguru's change in attitude later that night at a party he practically dragged Suguru to.

"Can you not?" Suguru says while rubbing his temples.

"Look, just ask around. I'm sure plenty of people would be more than willing you help you," Satoru shrugs. "S'not that hard."

"Easy for you to say, " Suguru mumbles.

"At least the girl you like doesn't have a mentally insane ex," Choso says from beside Nanami.

Satoru laughs, "oh yeah, isn't her ex Zenin's cousin?"

Choso groans and slumps further in his seat.

"What about you Kento? Y'talking to anyone special? Oh, wait what about that barista you ditched me fo-" Nanami throws his empty water bottle at Gojo's head before he could finish his sentence.

At this point Suguru was zoned out on nothing ino particular, until something caught his eye.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto tried to keep up with the conversation but his attention was else where, specifically on a familiar head in the crowd.

It's not like he took time to study the back of your head when you guys first met, but he is almost 100% sure that the head he was looking at was yours.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto excuses himself and gets up from his seat, eyes locked on you the entire time. He payed no mind to people who were calling his name, girls who were grabbing at his arms in attempt to get him to dance with them.

He needed to see you.

When he approached you you seemed to be talking to your friend. You didn't notice him yet, and Suguru didn't bother making himself known, but your friend noticed and tilted her head in his direction.

You turn around slightly confused before your eyes light up in recognition, "Oh hey! I didnt know you'd be here!"

Suguru smiles his heart swelling when he sees that you're excited to see him. "Yeah I uh...I come to these things often," he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Your friend notices the tension, and smirks at you, lightly nudging your shoulder before saying she was going to go refill her drink. You roll your eyes at her as your cheeks turn a shade of maroon.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto was not much of a conversationalist, so he wasn't quite sure how to go about this.

"So uh, I never got your name," he finally says after the awkward 10 second silence.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, my name is y/n," you smile at him. "And yours?"

Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't want to be that person, but he kind of expected you to already know his name given the fact that he's the swim captain AND most befriended guy on campus.

He stutters and blushes at the way you were looking at him. He didnt know what kind of voodoo magic you were using on him to get him to act this way but he did not like it at all. "It's Suguru," he mutters.

"Suguru," you say, and he suddenly feels weak with how perfectly his name rolls off your tongue.

You both spent the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing, and Suguru thinks that was the most fun he's ever had in his life.

He listened to your almost 10 minute rambles and you listened to his, which made him fall even harder because people usually never liked hearing his rants.

But you did.

Suguru had always been told that he takes too much, and that his voice was annoying, so he did what anyone would you. He stopped talking.

Bit with you it was like he could be his true self.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto didn't want to admit that he liked you.

You just so happened to be at the same party he was at, and you just so happened to spend the rest of the night talking to him, which just so happened to end you with on his lap as you both made out in his car.

All he did was say he thought you were the biggest klutz known to man, which was partially true.

You pouted and told him to take it back, to which he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and told you that it was okay because you were cute.

And now here you are.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto groaned beneath you, his hands remained respectfully at your waist, unmoving despite how much he wanted to.

You rolled your hips slightly, causing him to groan and stop your movements, reluctantly pulling his lips away.

"Baby," he sighs.

"What? did I do something wrong? I'm sor-"

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, I just," he pauses. His stomach churns with what he was about to admit, but he decidedly swallows his pride and says it.

"I like you. A lot, and I want to at least take you out. I wanna do this right," he explains, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You blush at his statement, not use to guys actually wanting to make an effort and not just fuck. You hide your face in Suguru's neck, making him laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing," you sigh dreamily.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who feels butterflies in his stomach after kissing you.

After you guys made yourselves look half decent, you both decided to cuddle up in the back seat, the both of you taking silly selfies to add as eachothers profile.

Suguru shifts under you, sighing contently despite the semi uncomfortable position he was in from his tiny backseat.

"You need to learn how to swim," he says while absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

"I am an excellent swimmer for your information," you state, crossing you arms.

"Oh, forgive my ignorance," he says sarcastically, laughing at your offended expression.

"That day was a moment of weakness," you try to explain but Suguru was giggling in his corner like you just told him chickens were aliens.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who genuinely is concerned for your wellbeing, so he first suggest that he takes you to the store to get new shoes because your dirty ass converse were not going to cut it.

"Are you...are you calling me broke?" You put a hand on your heart, "I have plenty of shoes thank you very much. And I paid for them all by myself, mister."

Suguru laughs, "no, I'm not saying that, I just saying that your shoes may be the reason you're always slipping," he shrugs.

He was kind of right. I mean the tread on your converse was... not there. Signs of its existence was impossible to detect, and the bottom of your shoes might as well have been smoother than your professor's head.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto who then invites you to the pool tomorrow after classes and his practice, saying you need practice in case of emergency.

You reluctantly agree but only because you got to see Suguru half naked again.

"If you come, I'll take you out after," he suggests.

"...fine. as long as were getting food because swimming makes me hungry," you sigh.

"Great," he says. "See you tomorrow ?" He kisses the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow," you smile at him. He pulls you closer one last time before letting go. You both leave the car to be met with Satoru.

"Dude, some crazy chick is dancing on the table naked," Satoru flails his arms dramatically.

"And what makes you think I want to see that?" suguru rubs his temples again, laughing at Satoru's theatrics.

Suguru turns around and pulls you to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and winking down at you. "Bye cutie," he smirks

"Bye," you say as your cheeks dust pink and your friend pulls you away.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto watches you run off, hearts in his violet eyes and too many feelings in his chest.

God, he's crazy for you.

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A/n: remember back when I could turn your face, maroon 🤭

Also, chicken = alien

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[muliwamm]

Everyone wants him, that was my Crime

Part-8, Masterlist, Part-9 (coming soon)

🥀 Summary- You were married to him to forge peace, a non-sorcerer bride offered to a cult leader who sees you as filth in silk. He never wanted you. He never hides it. And still... you stay. Caught in his orbit. Worshipping the god who spits at your devotion.

‼️Warnings- Cult themes, angst, infidelity, heavy emotional neglect, 18+, verbal disrespect, enemies to lovers, power imbalance, obsession, worship, non-sorcerer reader (repeatedly insulted), slow burn, mild comfort, obsession from reader, sharp hatred from Geto, very toxic

Art Credits: anku_9706, xx02xy / Pinterest

Chapter 8: Too far gone to be alive

You left him there. Sobbing, for the very first time.

You loved him. Nothing, no one, no god or devil could deny it, or make you feel otherwise. God, how you loved being anywhere near him. To exist within his orbit felt like bliss. But you couldn’t accept the way he wanted you, the way he reduced you. All you did was love him, worship him, devote yourself to him. And what did he do? Mocked your devotion. Laughed at your worship. Spit on your love.

Your first night with him still burned like acid in your memory. The groans of his pleasure tangled with Manami’s moans. He had taken care of her after, you knew that much. She was gone, erased, an inconvenience destroyed. But,

The stain remained.

Could you truly live with that? Could you pretend those echoes didn’t exist inside your skull every time he touched you?

No.

You ran.

Your heels scraped sharply against the polished marble, echoing like blades striking stone. If people saw you, they must have seen fire. Fire blooming off your very skin, licking at your dress, at the edges of your shadow. Sukuna saw you, crimson eyes narrowing. But he did not stop you. He only watched.

You and Suguru had arrived at the feast in different cars. That wasn’t by chance. It was because he hadn’t asked you to sit with him, to arrive with him, to be his. He had kept his distance, as if you were something to be hidden away, while your heart had been screaming for closeness.

So you left without him.

Shoko and your ladies-in-waiting hurried after you, skirts and silks sweeping against the floor. The grand feast blurred behind you, golden chandeliers, laughter, wine spilled on velvet rugs—and all you saw was the hallway, stretching long and endless like a tunnel of escape.

Suguru was right behind you.

He came crashing after you, the crowd parting in shock as his usually calm, collected self broke apart into raw desperation. He didn’t care for appearances, didn’t care for the whispers of non-sorcerers or the judging gazes of sorcerers. His voice tore through the corridors:

“Y/n”

Your name ripped from his throat, hoarse and trembling. “Wait! Please!”

But you didn’t wait. Your legs carried you faster, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest. Your hair whipped behind you as you stormed into the night, into the waiting car.

The temple loomed ahead when you arrived, dark against the moonlit sky. Lanterns burned low along the entrance, throwing long shadows across the ancient stone steps. You felt small beneath the weight of its silence, your sobs echoing too loudly in its sacred halls.

Shoko helped open your car door, her face stricken with concern, but you barely saw her. You tore from her grasp, your skirts tangling around your ankles as you ran barefoot now. The heels discarded somewhere along the path.

Your sobs shook the walls as you sprinted down the corridor, the sound bouncing between the high arches and paper lanterns swaying gently with the night breeze. The temple was alive with whispers of sutras, of forgotten gods, of spirits listening as you broke apart inside it.

Behind you, Suguru’s footsteps thundered.

“Please! Please, I’m sorry!” His voice cracked, unrecognizable. “I’m sorry for everything I did, please, forgive me! Just look at me, please—look at me!”

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t bear to see his face, not when it had been the source of your worship and your devastation. You fled up the stairs to your chambers, every candle flame flickering violently in your wake, as though the temple itself was bending to your anguish.

At last, you reached your door. With trembling hands, you pushed it shut, the heavy wood clamping against the frame with a deep, echoing thud.

Suguru’s voice broke against the other side. “Don’t shut me out! Not like this—please!”

But you were already sliding down the inside of the door, your hands pressed to your face, your tears soaking into your palms.

The great temple walls swallowed your sobs, and still, his fists beat once against the door. Once, twice, then silence.

For the first time, you had left him behind.

You heard him shouting your name again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until it wasn’t just your name. It was his blood, smearing the wood where his fists slammed, over and over. By the sound of it, you knew his knuckles must’ve been split open, raw and red. Each crack of his fist against the door rattled through your chest like thunder, until your own heart hurt from the sound.

But weren’t you the one who hurt the most?

Two hours had passed. Two hours of him yelling, begging, breaking himself against the barrier between you. And you had said nothing. You told him you didn’t want to see him again, so why would you answer? Why would you give in now? Wouldn’t you be a weak woman if you melted at this much?

God, but you wanted to.

You wanted to throw the door open and collapse against him, bury yourself in his chest, let his arms crush you whole. You wanted to be kissed, soothed, shushed into forgetting. You wanted it so badly, it hurt.

But you couldn’t.

Not anymore.

Then came his voice again, hoarse, trembling:

“Could you just… please come out? Don’t do this to me. I don’t want to lose you. I never—never realized what I had. Name, can you just look at me once? Just talk to me once. Just… just once.”

And for the first time, you screamed back:

“No! I will never see you again. Stay away!”

There was a sharp silence. Then his voice, cracking:

“You cannot punish me this much.”

“Punish you?” you spat, fury and grief tearing through your throat. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me?”

His reply came choked, broken:

“Yeah. I have done so much wrong to you. I accept it. I agree with everything you say. But can you….please—just forgive me now? I beg you. I could never see what was right in front of me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make up for the pain I caused you that very first day of our wedding. But I swear, I’ll spend all my life trying. Just come out. Please. Just once. Let me touch your face. Look into your eyes. I’ll stay at your feet forever if you want me to. Please y/n”

His voice shattered into sobs. You heard them. And then you were sobbing too, hiccups breaking in your chest as the walls pressed in.

Then his tone turned raw, desperate.

“I know I’m the worst. And you probably don’t deserve to be with me. But I’m too selfish. I cannot—will not—see you with anyone else.”

That cut you open, because you remembered.

“Ah, so you remembered me when Sukuna gifted me the ruby, didn’t you?!” you screamed through tears. “That’s when you saw me! When another man wanted to claim me. Only then I existed to you.”

“That’s not true!” His shout was wild, pained. “That’s bullshit, and you know it! I’ve felt for you—I’ve felt for you for so long. But I was a coward. I just couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that I fell for a non-sorcerer. The very thing I hated most—and yet, you…” His voice cracked. “You were the one I wanted. I hated myself for it. I’m such a coward. Please… please just open the door once.”

Your throat burned.

“No, Suguru. I won’t see you. It’s over.”

He gasped. “Over? How can it be over when I could never be with you?!” His voice broke, shattering into pieces. “How can it be over when I never fucking tried? When I never got the chance to love you the way I should have?”

Your knees gave out, tears spilling as bile rose in your throat. The words you’d thrown cut you too, but wasn’t this what he deserved? Wasn’t this what he earned?

And then came his voice again, softer now, begging, trembling at the edges:

“Please… just open the door. I won’t touch you. I won’t say anything. I’ll do whatever you want. Just… don’t shut yourself off from me. Please. It’s been hours…”

You cried, you sobbed, your hiccups breaking the air between you.

“No—go back to your women, to your sorceresses. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to do anything with you. I’ll be gone before you even wake up. You sleep tonight, and by the time your eyes open, I won’t be here. I don’t want to be a burden to you. All I’ve ever done is loved you… you won’t see me again. Don’t worry—I’ll take all your shame away, hide it in my chest, lock it in my soul, and then I’ll leave you forever. This is it, Suguru. Just go back. Don’t make this harder for me.”

Your words sliced, but he only roared back, voice breaking in a way you had never heard.

“This can’t be it! This is not the end! I won’t let it happen. Please—just talk to me once, okay? Just once. My heart hurts too much—this hurts too much. You can’t do this to me! Please… we’ve been away for far too long because of me.”

You laughed bitterly, tears burning down your cheeks.

“Yeah. I’m glad you noticed. I couldn’t love you…all because of you”.

And then he slipped, voice catching, calling out the name he hadn’t dared in years.

“Y/n… no... Please, forgive me…”

Silence followed. Crushing, deafening silence.

You collapsed on the floor, your palms trembling, your soul shredded raw. This was not how it could end. You loved him, yes. God, you loved him. But not like this, not on his terms.

You stood, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You loosened your hairdo, fingers shaking as pins fell to the floor. Before you could change, a knock.

“Mrs. Geto?” Shoko’s steady voice. “Can you please let me in?”

Your heart twisted, half of you wishing it was Suguru again at your door, begging, breaking, but when you opened it, your breath caught. He wasn’t there. He had respected you. Respected your pain enough not to force the door.

But you could still hear him, faintly.

“Just once. Can I please see you? Just once is all I ask.”

You shut the door with trembling fingers, your chest caving in. Shoko saw the wreck you were, and without a word, wrapped her arms around you. Her hug was steady, grounding, someone who saw you for who you were, not for what you carried.

She wiped your tears gently and helped you change. You let her. Then, a long bath. Steam hiding the last of your sobs, water rinsing away what the night had carved into your skin.

Later, in your silky white dress, damp hair falling around your face, you sat on the bed. Your eyes caught the half-finished violet blanket sprawled across your worktable, pins still stuck in uneven lines. You reached for it, pressed it to your chest. It had never touched Suguru, but somehow, it made you feel closer to him.

You held it tighter, so tight you thought it might tear, but it was your heart that almost did. You tried not to cry again. God, you had just washed yourself clean. But memories flooded anyway. His voice. His blood. His smell. His presence still clung to the room, a ghost that refused to leave.

Was he still outside? Did someone tend to his hands? You swore you could smell the iron of his blood even from here, lingering like a cruel reminder that he had been kneeling at your door, desperate.

And you had said it—you’ll be gone by morning. But could you? Could you really? Could you leave him again? Existing without him, when he saved your child state was suffocating enough. Could you really be away from him?

The hours bled into dawn. And when you finally gathered the courage, you opened the door just slightly, just enough to peek through—

…only to see Suguru slumped against the pillar outside your chamber, dozed off where he had been waiting the whole night. Did he wait here to check if ever dared to leave or did he fell asleep wishing you’d open your door?

You went back into your chambers, hands trembling, heart a mess of ache and defiance. You finished what little you could in a hurry on that violet blanket—the one you had always meant to give him someday, as a gift. The threads tangled with the weight of your emotions, each stitch heavy with what you could never say aloud.

But when you opened the door and saw him slumped by the pillar, head resting against cold stone, sleep finally pulling him under despite his bruised and bloodied hands. You couldn’t bear it. You couldn’t see him like that, nor could you invite him in. He hadn’t earned the right yet.

Your throat burned at the thought that the other sorceresses had seen his chamber while you hadn’t. That hollow truth punched holes through your chest. You bit it back, refusing to cry again.

You turned, picked up the half-finished blanket, kissed it once, twice, then thrice—fervent, desperate little offerings. If only my lips could carry through the fabric. If only he could feel it the way I do.

And then, barefoot and silent, you stepped over to where he slept. Kneeling carefully, you laid the blanket over him with a tenderness you could never put into words. You smoothed it across his shoulders, adjusted it so it would not slip, and for one breathless moment your fingers lingered close to his face.

He stirred but did not wake. His brow furrowed, as though even in dreams he chased you. You nearly whispered his name, nearly touched his hair—but you stopped yourself.

Because this love was yours to carry in silence.

So you rose, retreating into your chambers once more, shutting the door gently behind you. The violet blanket would keep him warm, but only you knew it carried the warmth of your soul.

You looked at his bruised knuckles, your eyes lingering longer than you should have. Someone had already tended to them. Shoko, probably. Of course it was her. She was the healer, the one who always took care of them. A part of you wanted to touch his hands, to pull them close, to press your lips against each bruise as if your kisses could erase every scar. But you knew the sorcerer he was — even in sleep, one swift movement and he would jolt awake, blade in hand, eyes sharper than ever. Always awake. Always alert. That’s who Suguru was.

So you held yourself back.

You quietly turned, retreating into your chambers, your heart heavy with the weight of desire unspoken. You had once imagined gifting that violet blanket to him, you sat and let your mind drift. His face would not leave you. That majestic, dangerous face. Beautiful in all its dark, untouchable glory. Your lord. Your curse. Your undoing. These thoughts were enough to push you into a fitful sleep.

For the first time in a long while, you both slept — only a few footsteps apart. So close, yet never close enough. Would there ever be a day when he’d be in your chambers, in your bed, curling into you? Would there ever be a night where he’d rest in the crook of your neck, arms tight around you, whispering nothing but love?

You’d heard the whispers. The rumors about your celibacy, how Suguru’s attentions were always elsewhere. Nobody blamed you. They all knew who he was, what he did, the walls he built. The people loved you for your patience, for your strength, for your kindness. No one forced you to bear heirs, though whispers of lineage hung in the air like smoke. Suguru never touched you — so how could you ever think of heirs?

You heard of Utahime’s newborn son. You heard even Naoya Zenin — cruel and arrogant as he was had found a wife, had produced a child. Would you ever know that joy? Would fate ever bless you with a baby born of love? With Suguru’s child? The very thought ached, but in your dreams, at least, you were free to rewrite your reality. In your dreams, you had it all.

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And just as your breath steadied into sleep, you were startled awake.

A soft thud at your door.

It was Shoko. Once again, it was her. Knowing you probably hadn’t eaten well yesterday, knowing how weak you might be, she had prepared food and brought it to your chambers.

A tray sat in her hands—warm rice, miso soup, grilled fish, and a little bowl of cheeries, she knew you liked them. Comfort food, something to give you strength.

You blinked at her, surprised, and managed a soft, “Shoko…”

But you didn’t have to speak more. Your eyes did.

Her lips curved knowingly. “Are you trying to ask me if Geto-sama is still here?”

You looked up at her with wide, puppy-like eyes and simply nodded.

Shoko chuckled lightly. “Yes, he’s right outside.”

And then, from beyond the door, Suguru’s low voice came through.

“I can hear you. Can I please just see you once? After you’re done with your meal.”

God… had he been out there all night? The thought struck you like lightning. His body must be sore, his hands aching, his back stiff. Still, he waited.

You nodded again.

Shoko smiled faintly, answering on your behalf. “She says yes.”

As you ate, Shoko stayed, making sure you had every bite, making sure your trembling hands didn’t falter. And in a whisper, barely audible, you asked, “Did he… eat?”

Shoko sighed. “No. Not until now. Maybe he will… once he talks to you.”

Once your meal was done, your swollen eyes still heavy from crying, you allowed it—him, finally—into your chambers.

There he was.

His hair were open, strands of his dark hair falling loose around his tired eyes. His knuckles were still bruised, bandaged, but his gaze… his gaze was steady, only on you.

He stepped closer as you sat on the edge of your bed.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, voice rough, hesitant.

You nodded.

He closed the distance, and with his left hand, gently brushed over your eyelids. “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, trembling, heart racing.

And then his lips touched you—soft, reverent kisses against your eyelids, your lashes damp with the tears he caused. His voice broke as he whispered, “I’ve made you cry so much, haven’t I?”

His brows knit together, and before you could answer, a tear slipped from your eye. He caught it with his palm, as though it were something fragile, something he would never allow to loose.

Then, suddenly, he sank to his knees before you.

Both your hands were in his, drawn together, pressed close to his lips. His face found its way into your palms, as though they were the only altar he would ever bow to.

Your heart shattered and healed in the same breath. You felt too much—too much to bear and now you knew… so did he.

His voice was raw when he spoke, trembling but firm.

“I am so, so sorry for all the hell I put you through. For all the miserable things you saw. For the angel that you are.”

He kissed your palms, lingering.

“I will spend each day, each second of my life making it up to you. Being the man you thought of me as. The man you wanted me to be. Just give me one chance. And if I mess it up, you’re free to be and do whatever you want. I will never stop you. Never chain you. Never hurt you again.”

You couldn’t speak. Your voice had abandoned you.

“Just one chance,” he whispered, his forehead resting against your hands. “To prove my love for you. That’s all I ask.”

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Author’s Note: hiiiiiii, how are y’all doing? Lots of kissyyss for you if I hurt you too much in this Part teehee 💞

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Gojo

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First date

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Does anyone else go through the 5 stages of grief while doing their hair bc I just did.

I mean I always do but like today was overboard.

I'm throwing away that cursed bounce curl brush forever

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Why couldn’t I just have been born rich 💔💔

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When you gave birth, something in Suguru changed.

He was already a father to Mimiko and Nanako but this was yours and his, flesh and blood, something you had created together.

At first, he wasn't sure he would ever want another one as he watched you in labor, thrashing and squeezing his hand in a death grip.

But when he held his daughter for the first time, he knew he wanted another one, hell, as many as you wanted.

He brought her everywhere. In meetings she would be sitting on his lap, playing with his long hair. At meals, he would feed her just so you could have a chance to eat peacefully. He'd take a nap laying face down on the floor or couch or bed, your daughter asleep between his shoulder blades, a toy clutched in her grubby fist.

But he never neglected you or the girls, just now, there was an extra member in your odd family.

Suguru was very attentive to you as well, gently picking up his baby girl and closing the door behind him as you napped on the bad, curled up in the warm sheets in his clothes.

He sat your daughter in the high chair, sitting down next to her and grabbing a couple of files, flicking through the paperwork and finances.

The girl coos, shaking the toy and chewing the teething ring in her mouth with a happy cry.

Suguru glances up briefly, tapping his pen against his lips as he studies his daughter, "Are you trying to help me with work?"

She lets out another happy cry, dropping the teething ring from her mouth, give him a toothless, gummy, smile.

"Well, do you think we should expand more into the non-sorcerer world? I mean, we have a good amount but we could always get more people," he muses, flicking through papers.

Your daughter chucks her toy as far away as she can, letting out a shriek and waving her arms.

"Agreed," Suguru hums, signing something off with a pen, "Good point, we don't want the higher ups to take too much notice of us."

He doesn't look up as he hears the door open, you coming out and rubbing your eyes.

"What are you doing with her?" You ask, yawning.

He looks up with a smile only reserved for your family, "She's helping me with business."

"With business?"

He nods, pulling you into his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder, "She's made some very good points on finances, she'll be my new advisor."

His lips curve into a smile against your neck, pressing a soft kiss against your pulse point, "However, I believe soon I will need more than one."

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A/N: my first Suguru fic that didn't have angst

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Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright