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tabootoji · 2 months

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"YOU COLD? LEMME WARM YOU UP..."

✰ - SYNOPSIS: you try to learn more about your cryptic partner, but toji has plans of his own... (OR) you cockwarm toji and he fucks you on the couch while you while you have company over. (ft. naoya zenin & shiu kong) ✰ - WC: 4.0k ✰ - TAGS: age gap, size diff., teasing, pet names, impact play, alcohol use, nipple play, dry humping, cockwarming, exhibitionism, v. penetration, f. orgasm, creampie, (mentions of threesome), no use of (y/n), all lower case, reader is female ✰ - A/N: my first toji fanfic can you tell i'm excited?!?! i ended this with a pretty fluffy ending to my own surprise, so enjoy! (age gap is 10 years, reader in 20's, toji in 30's)

first impressions are important. people use them to determine their initial opinions of you that they'll probably hold on to for as long as they know you. most of the time it's hard to sway them from it once their minds are made up about the type of person they think you are.

which is why you're currently standing in front of your bathroom mirror for the third time in the past 20 minutes to do another check on your hair and outfit. you smooth down your t-shirt and skirt with your hands along with your hair, and take in a deep breath to calm your nerves.

the reason for your anxiety? any minute now you were going to meet your boyfriend's best friend and cousin, two guys on a very short list of people toji seemed bothered enough to care about.

you and toji began dating only recently, but the two of you have been smitten since meeting at a grocery store where he promptly asked you out. you weren't the type to accept date offers from random men you just met, but there was just something about his unwavering confidence and devilishly good looks that made you unable to say no. and oh did toji know how to use his attributes well. you both moved fast, even deciding to move in together after only knowing each other for such a short amount of time.

despite the fast development of your relationship, you cared deeply about the older man, and you enjoy the time you spend together...it's just that you wished you knew more about him.

whenever the two of you are together, you're usually the one doing the most talking while toji listens, with the occasional head nod to show he’s paying attention to whatever you're saying. but he barely talks about himself. you know nothing about any family members or friends, in fact, anything that happened before you met him is a complete mystery to you. you're not even really sure what he does for a living, only knowing him to be a contractor of some sort. at times you're brutally reminded that you're practically living with a stranger.

you've expressed your need to know more about the mysteries you know he’s hiding behind the opaque glass emerald of his eyes, but toji only chalks it down to the fact that he's just a boring older man that just enjoys the simplicities of life. you know he’s lying to you, a man like toji gave everything but the ordinary. but you let the issue go anyway, not wanting to pry.

toji knows how much you want to learn more about the inner workings of his life, and he can admit seeing you act so despondent about it bothers him, which is why he's arranged this hangout - to give you some insight on his complex past. and although you're incredibly excited for this, you’re also extremely on edge. you had to use this miraculous opportunity to ensure that the people most important to toji not only accepted your relationship, but liked you as a person.

in the middle of your thoughts, you hear said boyfriend call out your name, making you jump back into reality. they must be here! you take one more glance into the mirror before coming out of the bathroom.

you rush to the entrance of the apartment where you heard toji's deep voice boom from. "are they outside?" you ask with a slight squeak of your voice as soon as he's within your field of view. toji stands at the front door waiting for you, his tall frame almost surpassing the height of it. he had on his usual wear, black compression top that you always teased him for wearing a couple sizes too small (which he would always answer: "can't ever find any that make my size") and gray sweatpants that held onto his narrow waistline beautifully, then fell loose around his extensive legs.

he bobs his head, answering your question. walking to his side, you watch his verdant eyes take their time to look you up and down. once you're finally within arm's length, toji grabs your waist and pulls you into the lateral side of his solid abdomen, bending down to plant a smooch on your cheek. "relax ma, y'er gonna jump outta y’er skin. don’t worry, they'll love ya."

"okay toji..." you decide to listen to him, attempting to shake the nerves out of your body. "ya look damn good, that's f' sure." he smirks, the scar on his calloused lips curving upwards before he slaps your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise. he then abruptly opens the front door, not giving you anytime to recuperate before your face to face with your visitors. oh how he just loved messing with you.

in the hallway of the complex stood an average built man with a tapered haircut, the sides on the top sticking out. his small yet enigmatic eyes displayed politeness as he smiled at you and toji. beside him was a taller guy with a fitter build, his haughty attitude emitting through his relaxed posture. and if his flashy blonde hair didn't put you off, his edgy piercings did.

you gather yourself quickly, greeting them with a clumsy "hi" and a small wave of your hand. the latter shamelessly gives you a once over blatantly. once it seems he’s determined that he likes what he see’s, he utters a "nice" to toji with a nod of his head, arrogantly pushing his way past you both to enter your apartment. you stand frozen in disbelief, blinking your eyes in confusion. no way he just...?

"shut y'er ass up naoya." toji warns playfully, shoving his shoulder as he passes by. "that's my rude ass obnoxious cousin. this here's shiu." he flicks his thumb towards the dark haired gentleman's direction.

"nice to meet you." he says, his mouth arching up in union, making you take notice of the peach fuzz on top of it that seemed to complete his corporate look. once you've all entered, naoya looks around at the ensemble of the living room with a look of disgust, while toji and shiu begin to catch up with one another. not knowing what to do with yourself, you skittishly announce that you'll go and get drinks for everyone, scurrying into the kitchen.

you rush to the shelf filled with bottles of hard liquor that toji stashed and decide to grab a bottle of whiskey, along with four old fashioned glasses in the neighboring cabinet. as you fill the cups a little more than halfway, you strain your ears to listen into the trio's conversation.

"been a while since i've seen you. this meetup all of a sudden? ya must be serious about this one."

"sure am, so quit ya gawking dickhead."

you hear shiu snicker at the two’s playful banter while you set the glasses on a tray, building up the courage to head back into the main room. you stride to the three, holding out the platter to serve them their drinks. toji and shiu thank you before taking a swig of theirs, while naoya cockily snatches his own wordlessly and goes to take a seat at one of the lounge chairs in the room, leaving the three of you to join him on the corresponding arm chair and couch.

when you're all seated, shiu turns his attention to you and toji. "so fushiguro, how'd ya manage to trick such a cute girl into dealing with'ya?" he jests, leaning forward onto his knees and taking another gulp of the dark substance. after sipping your own, you already start to feel the liquid amplify your bravery as you ease up for the first time since your guests arrived.

"he's not so bad." you say sarcastically, leaning on his brawny arm. "oh yeah?" toji combats smugly, wrapping it around you and laying his rough palm on your hip. shiu peers at the two of you with a look of appreciation. naoya mutters "how cute." with a roll of his eyes.

"toji's never told me how you both know each other." you blurt out, not missing a beat. with your newfound boldness, you weren't going to waste anymore time not utilizing this chance to learn more secrets about your lover. toji’s gaze raises from yours to shiu's, who's already silently watching him. the two exchange a wordless stare down for a while, shiu being the one to break it with a laugh. "we used to work together, a long time ago." he finally says. you glance at toji and he's guzzling down his beverage, seemingly refusing to elaborate. hm, that was definitely something...but what?

"this meaningless chit chat bores me." naoya suddenly announces, swirling his chair to the direction of the tv in the room and turning it on with the remote he somehow found to flip through the channels, forcing everyone to watch his selected program. looking at the group's glasses on the table in the middle of you all, you realize the guy's have already finished their spirits. you take it upon yourself to clear the area, getting up and gathering everyone's empty cups besides yours back on the plate to put into the sink back in the kitchen.

once you return, it looks like naoya has decided on a film to watch. the lights are off, the television providing the only dim light in the small area while all eyes were trained onto the moving pictures. as you're about to take your seat next to toji, he swiftly takes your arm, pulling you to him to plop onto his lap instead. "wrong seat girl." he whispers, making you shiver slightly when you feel his hot breath hit your clavicle.

toji wastes no time holding your small frame with his arms that are more than twice your size, adjusting both of you so he could lean his back on the plush sofa, and you could lean on his broad, sturdy chest. he's rubbing small circles on the exposed skin of your hip with his thumb, and you can already feel his budding erection poke you from beneath your skirt that barely covered your crotch.

you may not know much about the enigma of toji fushiguro, but there is one thing he's made sure to make apparent to you very quickly after the two of you got together: the fact that he's a total horn ball. the man always needed to have his hands on some part of your body whenever you were together. and it's not like you don't enjoy the physical attention, you were just hoping that toji could master some self control, especially in front of others.

at first, you only feel occasional pecks on the back of your neck caused by him pressing his moist lips onto various sites of your nape. then, toji's hand moves from your waist to underneath your shirt. this evening, you decided to forego a bra and instead wore pasties to cover your nipples, which he easily peeled off to expose them. the cotton material of your shirt rubbing against the swell of your chest coupled with the hasty grazes of toji's hand already leaves them stiff, ready to be played with.

he takes one of your peaks in between the rough pads of his fingers and gives it a teasing pinch, almost making you leap right out of his lap. chuckling at your reaction, toji then uses his knuckles to gently twist the other, planting his mouth right below your neckline and sucking on the skin there.

you bite the inner flesh of your cheek at the prickling sensations that start to rush through you, very sure you've already made a mess of your panties from toji's touches. the alcohol you've been drinking is doing wonders for your assertiveness, and your libido, because you begin to rub your groin against his growing bulge, seeking relief at the neediest part of your body.

for a while toji leaves you be, grunting softly at the friction from your humping. he feels your damp underwear on his clothed cock as you rut against him like a dog. suddenly, he pushes you forward momentarily to fidget with the drawstrings of his joggers. when you turn around to see what he's doing, your eyes sparkle in amazement and excitement at the sight of toji's fat cock lying on his abdomen, his swollen head already threatening to dribble precum onto his shirt. he pulls you back till you're close enough for him to mutter in your ear. "sit on my cock doll face"

if you were sober, you'd have already reprimanded toji for being such a pervert, especially in front of their guests. worst case scenario you'd have at least snuck him into the bathroom and dealt with him there. but the liquor was making you feel more and more risque as the seconds passed.

so you reach forward and grab your lone glass to take another sip of its bitter contents. arching your back, you make sure toji has a good view of your ass. once you confirm he has when you hear him hiss "oh shit..." you pull your panties to the side to uncover your drooling cunt. you set your cup down and take a deep breath to brace yourself, taking toji's dick to align with your awaiting pussy before slowly sinking down onto it.

"fuck..." he breaths out once you finally manage to take in all of his thick girth. he rests his head on your shoulder, holding you even closer to his solid body. you can feel the mass of toji's penis expand your squishy insides, the bulb of his cockhead pressing against your cervix deliciously. your tight, moist hole provides a snug hold to his large shaft. was it always this hot? a bead of sweat falls off your brow as you try not to bring attention to yourself.

but when toji returns to tugging on your taut nubs while he licks up and down your slender throat, your mixed fluids seeping out of your conjunction, you almost let out a moan before shiu abruptly breaks the silence in the room. "hey fushiguro, win any bets lately?' he asks, freezing the both of you in your tracks.

toji clears his throat, remaining cool calm and collected as always. "nah, not yet. m' not worried though. been feelin' real lucky lately." he answers, satisfied at the clench of your pussy around his member at his suggestive words. shiu simply lets out a snicker, continuing to watch the television.

whew, that was close. "you cold baby?" toji asks you all of a sudden. you give him a confused raise of your eyebrow, baffled by his worry of your temperature now of all times. "poor thing, ya got goosebumps all over ya." he teases you, running his digits up and down your arms. "don't worry, got just tha' thing to warm ya up..."

taking a blanket on the other side of the couch, toji lifts you up with one arm like your weight is nothing to him. he lays you both on your sides, covering your bodies with the rug. his previous question finally clicks for you once the two of you are situated in this new position, one of his large palms gripping your bent leg while the other supports the side of his skull so he can look down at you.

it'd be risky, but naoya seems to have fallen asleep, and shiu appeared to be entertained enough with whatever program was on to pay you guys any mind. all you had to do was try and stay as quite and still as possible till toji was finished. hell, who were you kidding? you needed him just as badly. if toji didn't move inside of you soon, you thought you were going to combust.

you get your wish when he begins slowly thrusting into you. "i...change my mind, ah...you're bad all the time." you moan quietly. toji seems to be making each stroke count, plunging deeply into you with every push of his hips. he bends down to kiss your hot temple with a cocky grin. "and ya love it."

toji ended up being right, because if you thought you were hot before, you're sure that you're boiling now. nevermind the blanket serving as cover while toji fucks you, you were enveloped by the warmth of his tight embrace, his large body caging your small one against him. you try your best not to squirm, covering your mouth with your hand in case any lewd sounds fell from your lips as toji continued to drag his cock against the goopy walls of your pussy.

it was getting harder and harder for toji to contain himself as well. he wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of you, like he always does. he had half a mind to throw his guests out right now so he could thoroughly have his way with you. though he could admit this was another level of naughtiness that turned him on even more from doing this in secret.

by going so agonizingly slow, toji could take his time to not only feel each and every inch of you, he could admire how cute you looked trying to contain yourself as he stuffed you with his bulky cock. each time he was fully inside of you, he paused to stare at your pretty face scrunch up as you took all of him, the weight of his hefty member prominent.

he's partly surprised he's even able to go this far with you right now, given the current circumstances. but seeing how cock hungry you are for him, uncaringly giving into your lustrous cravings just as he was fills his heart with a mixture of adoration and desire.

a layer of your slick coats the rim of toji's rigid dick, allowing him to easily slide inside of your warm mound. you start to push your butt back to meet his tantalizing jabs halfway, causing toji's breath to hitch in his throat. he looks forward to make sure the added movements haven't caught the attention of his friend and cousin. once he's confirmed that the coast is still clear, toji returns to focusing on the leisurely pace of his throbbing cock.

your bosom bounces off of his lap each time he drives himself into you, and the way you pivot your hips back and forth allows toji to reach even deeper inside of you, your g-spot being consistently stimulated by the round end of his shaft. wet strings of your combined arousal begin to form and snap, and it all becomes too much for toji as he lets his head fall behind you. he uses both of his arms to cuddle your waist to hold you still, afraid that he’ll cum just from the gracious movement of your hips alone.

now that he has a good hold on you, the force toji uses to propel further into you knocks you forward each time. he’s squeezing you so tightly, almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll disappear from him. and when he begins to flick the sensitive nub in between your legs, you fear your chest will cave in from the pleasure at any moment.

toji rubs your responsive bundle of nerves with his long digits, using the wetness your pussy made from being played with. an overflowing amount of your sap leaks down onto his pelvis as he continues to use your body like his own personal flesh light. he peppers the length of your neck with kisses before gliding his tongue against the veins protruding from it. you can feel the indentation of his scar as his lips brush your pulse.

you feel toji's desperation as he rocks you back and forth; he's close, and you want nothing more than to feel him erupt inside of you. you reach underneath to clasp onto his weighty nutsacks. toji almost chokes on his own breath when he feels you start to massage them with your soft hands. you take both masses into your palms, utilizing the moisture from your sex and rubbing prominent circles into his scrotum. for fuck's sake, it was like you were manually attempting to milk him dry.

both of your heads fog from the overwhelming satisfaction you were giving each other. neither of you were even sure if you were still doing a good enough job keeping up your facade of ‘cuddling', too entrapped with the task of helping the other climb up their ladder of gratification. toji sinks his canines into your collarbone while you press your face into the cushions of the couch to muffle your noises as you both reach your climax.

with a final thrust, toji stills inside of you before emptying his load into your awaiting womb. hot ropes of his cum shoot inside of your trembling cunt, and it's so much. toji always cum's like a horse, but this particular time it's like its never ending, to the point where it begins seeping out of your pussy that's still contracting around him from your own release.

the combination of the heat of the moment plus the liquor must aid in your exhaustion, because your eyelids close right away, ushering you into slumber. toji takes a moment to calm his rapid heart beat by controlling his erratic breathing, bathing in the tranquility from his orgasm. the slow rise and fall of your body tells him you've already fallen asleep, which makes him chuckle.

oh but toji was far from done with you. his engorged balls that were still filled with more of his cum twitched as his cock began springing back to life. the velvety texture of your inner walls that still gripped his length even in your sleep had him rock hard again in no time.

he contemplates waking you back up, knowing you'd probably feel bad later about falling asleep while your guests were still over. but his good girl worked hard to be a good hostess, and a good cock sleeve, so he opts to letting you rest for now. you'd need it anyway, especially for what he has planned for you later after he kicks his companions out.

speaking of, toji looks up at the two in question who, in his opinion, were now overstaying their welcome. naoya is still knocked out, snoring obnoxiously with his mouth hung open. but to toji's surprise, shiu was not only still wide awake, he was already looking back at him knowingly.

"you know, you two aren't as sneaky as you may think you are." he says, shaking his head with a tsk. not seeming too affected about being caught, toji shrugs, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while admiring your sleeping form. "what can i say? can't keep my hands off of her."

humming in acknowledgement, shiu speaks again, a sly grin on his face. "fuck your girlfriend on your own time. or at the very least, ask me to join, like old times." toji makes eye contact with his old friend, a long pregnant pause stilling the room.

his first reaction was to entertain shiu's comment with a snide response of his own, which has always been the nature of their friendship. however, as toji looks down at the girl who's managed to capture his mind, body, and heart, someone who was able to awaken emotions inside of him he thought he abandoned a long time ago, he can’t bring himself to joke around about the most important person in his life: you.

"nah, not with her." toji finally says, giving your forehead another kiss and gazing at you lovingly as you continue to sleep peacefully. observing the tender moment between you two, shiu smiles to himself, content with seeing his friend express genuine happiness after so long. "she must be real special."

"yeah, she is."

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — TEEN DAD! GOJO SATORU x FEM READER

The Zenins want Megumi. Gojo isn’t having it.

wc — 1.7k

tags — one suggestive line after “those girls are better off without you” if you want to avoid it, set after 棠, part of teen dad gojoverse, in which you and Gojo raise Megumi together

Gojo’s been in the doghouse since last night. Not literally, obviously - though he might have preferred it if you were there with him, at least. He’d take anything over being kicked out of your shared bedroom and being forced to sleep on the couch.

If you had it your way, you’d prolong his punishment, but you can’t. Not when, as he told you last night, the Zenins are coming today to wrest Megumi from your custody.

Fat chance.

You’d die before you let that happen.

Gojo’s not too keen on either of those outcomes. For the first time in his life, he’s taking the pacifist’s route and talking it out, though you’re sure his version of talking involves more insults than most people’s.

He thought about simply having it out with the elders, but it’s not worth it. Not when he has a plan for the future of Jujutsu Society. Not when he has you, Megumi, and Tsumiki. He’s playing the long game. He can’t afford to screw it up now.

Being a family man really has ruined him.

Zenin Keiko is a tall woman with a severe black bob and the characteristic Zenin look of perpetual contempt. She’s Naoya’s cousin, alright.

“Twice-removed,” Gojo whispers to you. “Or illegitimate. Something like that, I can’t remember.”

“Shut up,” you whisper back out of the corner of your mouth. “She’s going to hear you.”

Welcoming a Zenin into your home feels like blasphemy, though you suppose Gojo is the closest thing Jujutsu society has to a god.

Gojo’s unimpressed by her, mostly because he feels like the Zenins are mocking him. It’s not like anyone can take him on, but to send someone who has no battle capabilities feels like an insult.

Keiko is an auxiliary manager with no cursed technique to speak of besides a weak barrier. It’s a wonder she has the nerve to speak to Gojo. The Zenins truly did not care about her if they sent her as the proxy to undermine your roles as the Fushiguro children’s guardians. In fact, you suspect that’s the precise reason she was chosen - because she’s expendable.

Keiko, to her credit, shows no sign of fear.

“I’d like to meet the children, Mr. Gojo. It’ll give me a good grasp of what the situation is.”

“Hell no,” Gojo outright laughs in her face. “I’m not letting a Zenin near my brats. Your-“

“Gojo.” You squeeze his knee. Cooperate.

“I’ll go get them,” he says begrudgingly.

The two of you sandwich the children between you on the couch. Tsumiki sits on Gojo’s left. Megumi sits on your right. That way, the two that are most likely to fight are separated. It’s a strategized united front.

“Megumi, do you like your guardians? Do you like staying here?”

Megumi looks at you. You smile at him encouragingly - and there Keiko goes, scribbling away in her notebook. She’s probably saying something about how Megumi is so scared of you he won’t answer the question unless you give him permission.

“Are you sure? Forgive me, but Gojo seems a little…immature for a parent.”

A direct attack right out of the gates. Gojo objects to this very accurate assessment of his character.

“He’s fine, I guess,” Megumi says. There’s more scribbling. You’re starting to hate the sound of pen on paper. “I like-“

He looks at you. There’s a tiny blush on his cheeks, just the faintest hint of red. More quietly, he says, “It’s fine, cause she takes care of us.”

Gojo stares at him, slack-jawed. “Are you kidding me? You are one ungrateful brat. Who found you? Who took you in?”

Tsumiki chimes in, “We like Gojo a lot too! He’s fun.”

Keiko ignores her completely, focusing on Megumi instead. Your distaste for her grows.

“Would you say that Gojo has an active role in taking care of you?”

“Why aren’t you asking Tsumiki anything?” Megumi interrupts. “Her opinion’s important too.”

Keiko gives him a strained smile. Gojo reaches behind Tsumiki on the couch to ruffle Megumi’s hair. He only tolerates this for five seconds before he shakes his head to get him off.

“He loves me,” Gojo says.

“I have Stockholm syndrome,” Megumi says. ‘Help,’ he mouthes.

“He’s joking,” Tsumiki says nervously.

You’ve given up on making them behave. It’s just not happening.

Keiko seems to have given up too. Rather than continue prodding Megumi, she turns to Gojo.

“How often are you home?”

“Basically every day,” Gojo lies. He does try his best, but it’s more like every other day. Such is the fate of the strongest sorcerer.

“Don’t want my baby all alone, poor little thing.”

He catches your look and cackles. “No, the other one. My other baby,” and the kiss he presses to your knuckles is so tender it melts your heart.

Keiko makes an uncomfortable expression. “Please try to stay focused, Mr. Gojo.”

Megumi gags loudly. Tsumiki pinches his arm to get him to shut up and he yelps. Keiko narrows her eyes and makes another note.

“I understand how Gojo might take responsibility for the children,” Keiko says, directing her attention to you, “but how did you come into the picture. Are you a girlfriend-“

“Wife,” Gojo interjects.

Keiko’s entire body does an approximation of what it would look if a human had a screenshot function.

“Aren’t you children?”

You don’t like Keiko at all, but you respect the balls it takes to talk to Gojo like that. All the Zenins seem to have that death wish of wanting to mouth off to the strongest. Maybe it’s a genetic thing.

Gojo shrugs. “If I’m old enough for the missions you send me on, I’m old enough to take care of kids, right? How hard can it be?”

You pinch his thigh. “Gojo.”

“What? It is easy. You just give them a bunch of lollipops and call it a day.”

Keiko’s writing is now background noise to you. “Are you still doing that? I told you-“

“It’s fine! All kids need sugar to grow. I had a sweet tooth when I was their age.”

“And that’s probably the reason why you still have one now! Except it’s rotting your teeth-“

“It’s not-“

“It is!”

“Don’t be so uptight!”

“How does it look if I’m always saying no to him and you’re always saying yes? It isn’t fair, Satoru. Parenting has to be a team effort.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you playing good cop, bad cop with him!”

“Have you gone insane? We went over this! He likes you more than me! There is no good cop, bad cop when he just takes your side every single time.”

“Excuse me,” Keiko says. She’s somehow managed to look a complex combination of perplexed, annoyed, and satisfied. “Please take care of your lovers’ tiffs outside of this interview. I will say that this doesn’t seem like an environment particularly conducive to raising children, however.”

“What do you know?” Gojo says rudely. “The only reason you’re even doing this interview is because I’m letting you.”

Normally, you would tell him off, but in front of the Zenins? You’re a united front. You place a hand on his forearm and look down your nose at the woman in front of you as best as you can when she’s taller than most people you meet.

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome,” you say.

“You agreed to an interview,” she says.

“An interview, not an inquisition.”

“You can’t refuse a request from the elders without consequences,” she says, as patiently as she would speak to a child. It’s condescending.

“Are you threatening my wife?”

When you look to your side, Gojo’s face is shadowed. His eyes are storm dark and frightening. Keiko can’t hide her visceral reaction.

She forgets her coat on her way out, she’s in such a hurry to leave. Gojo takes it and disappears.

While he’s away, you let Megumi and Tsumiki return to their rooms. They’re muttering amongst themselves, but you don’t pry. Children need their space, too. You’ll talk to them about it later.

He’s back within a minute.

“What did you do with it?” You’re bracing yourself for the answer.

“I just sent a message,” he says, as cheerily as if nothing had happened. “Think we passed that?”

“Gojo, I think that’s the first test you’ve ever failed. Did you see the way she was writing during the last twenty minutes? And Megumi and Tsumiki! Every time they said something, she made a face!”

Gojo shrugs, still so certain of his place in the hierarchy. One day, the elders will get tired of him throwing his weight around like Jujutsu’s one and only tyrant, but not someday soon if they want to keep their heads.

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m not going to make Megumi and Tsumiki act like repressed little puppet children just so that they can find some way to snipe them out from under us anyways. Who knows, maybe we’ll teach the Zenins a thing or two about healthy child raising. I hear they have two girls now. One of them has no cursed energy. Should we kidnap some more children?”

“Like you know anything about healthy parenting,” you snark. “Those girls are better off without you.”

“Does being mean to me get you off or something?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“I would love to,” he purrs, sliding a hand under your shirt just so slightly so his nails prick at your lower stomach. You grab his wrist.

“Sorry,” you say, your stomach churning at the joke gone wrong. “I can’t.”

He stops immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“I just- They want Megumi badly enough to go to the higher ups. I know what they do to their children. I can’t let him go there, Satoru. I can’t.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“I can’t stop thinking about those girls.”

“Come here,” he says.

You lean closer to him. He lifts his arm so easily, without thinking. When you slide under it, you fit into him perfectly.

Now that you’re safely tucked under his arm, you feel sheltered from anything that could happen. “I don’t want to give the kids to the Zenins. They’re monsters. And they would make monsters out of them.”

“That’s only if they take them away,” Gojo says, his smile fanged and vicious.

“And if they do?”

“I hope they try.”

You trust him.

You know he’ll keep his word. If Gojo says Megumi and Tsumiki won’t be going to the Zenins as long as he’s alive, then they won’t be going at all.

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stsgluver · 9 months

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synopsis. zenin naoya and his lack of respect for women. [part of the dynasty series]

wc. 970

tags/warnings. rich boy!gojo, idk what else, zenin naoya exists, established relationship

a/n. i switch between present and past (like five mins prior) throughout BUT IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE PLS LET ME KNOW. this has been sat in drafts for 2 months.

“i wouldn’t have stopped you from punching him.”

gojo scoffed, pushing his hands through his hair frustratedly. the two of you sat together on the cold stone steps outside of some large historic building.

“i don’t think i would’ve stopped,” he let out a ragged breath and you rested one of your hands on his knee. his fingers naturally came to intertwine with yours and you think you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly at the contact.

a silence settled between you, but it wasn't an awkward one. your boyfriend was reliving the last hour and you were doing your best to try and forget it.

“is he always like that?” you asked quietly. the he in question being zen’in naoya.

this was the first event that you had attended with gojo, and the first event gojo had ever attended with an actual date. he’d always turned down all of the girls his father offered to him (the children of other tech ceo’s that his father was encouraging him to get close to only for the benefit of his own bank account) and he’d never had a real girlfriend to bring prior to you.

“unfortunately,” he hummed quietly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles lightly. you shivered from the cool breeze and dared to shuffle closer to him.

you’d experienced many sides of gojo since you’d begun your relationship, but never had you seen him so irritated that he couldn’t verbally communicate it. he was the one who annoyed people to the brink of insanity, with his cocky remarks and over-the-top, excitable behaviour. few people had ever tried to one up him, and even fewer were successful in managing to get under his skin.

zenin naoya, though, loved the challenge.

“do you think your dad will mind if we’re out here?” you asked tentatively. gojo’s hand reflexively tightened briefly around yours at the mention of his father, his jaw clenching.

several minutes after gojo had led you inside the elegant infrastructure (to say you were getting imposter syndrome was an understatement), he’d left you by a confectionery stand in search of geto. according to him, you looked ‘too pretty’ and he didn’t want your dress to be ruined in the crowds. in other words, the less you mingled, the less likely you’d be harassed by his father’s rich peers – he’d already ‘accidentally’ knocked one drink over onto a woman who dared to hiss the word ‘gold digger’ under her breath as you passed.

it had to have been less than thirty seconds before the zenin appeared by your side, a sickening smirk on his twisted face. you knew who he was, you’d seen him once or twice around campus and you’d heard the stories, but you’d never been this close to him; not close enough to breath in the expensive cologne that smellt cheap.

“probably,” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head back to look up at the night sky. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have brought you here.”

you nudged his shoulder gently, “i wanted to come.”

a mistake on both of your behalf – though neither of you could have predicted that naoya would try and make a scene when you rejected his advances.

"you two alright?"

both of you turned your heads back to see geto coming down the stairs towards you with a little skip in his step.

once naoya had your attention he wasted no time getting to his point – bigging up his status and telling you how gojo’s dad was doubting gojo’s position in the company. if you wanted a real man, in his words, you needed him.

obviously, you’d given him a disgusted look without much thought and denied the offer, taking a step back to try and find your tall, white haired boyfriend in the crowd (an oddly difficult task). you figured you were safer weaving through a crowd of high society snobs than you were spending another minute here. naoya, though, was persistent and didn’t hesitate to pull you back towards him with a harsh grip.

"just trying not to bash that zen'in's skull in," gojo muttered as he gently traced the red marks on your wrist. it looked worse than it felt – the pain had dissipated pretty quickly once you’d broken from naoya’s hold.

"i could get on board with that," the dark haired male dropped down next to you on the stairs, stretching out his legs and smoothing down his pants.

"geto.”

you figured out pretty quickly that gojo and geto were a package deal. best friends since diapers and equally as resentful to their parents’ ways of life and the pretence they’ve been raised in. two sides of the same coin, both of which willing to go extraordinary lengths for the other with no regard for consequences.

such as the jail time that would come with the aggravated assault of naoya.

though you would give it to geto – when gojo and him got to you and naoya, it was him who was ushering gojo to just take you outside, not to engage with the spoiled man child.

“geto,” geto mocked you with a grin, shrugging carelessly, "the kid’s an ass. he’s got it coming."

there was no more than a second until geto spoke up again, with an idea you were sure he’d had from the beginning of the night, his plans had just been accelerated: “shoko’s house is free now. her parents are away so she wasn’t forced to attend this bullshit,”

gojo’s head perked up at this, looking above your head at his best friend, “you think she’ll have the stuff for a smoke?”

“it’s ieiri,” you said in a ‘duh’ tone because when was she not smoking something. how she was top of her classes, you’d never know.

“god bless that girl,” geto blew a kiss to the sky.

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diremoone · 1 year

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all the good things | geto suguru.

someway, somehow, amidst all of the thoughts of chaos and spiraling ideals of a new “better” world, a light shines through to guide him to a path of true balance. that just so happens to be the second-year transfer from Kyoto, who’s more than happy to put him back on the right path..

warning(s): like 98% canon lmao, female reader, mentions of pregnant! reader towards the end, honestly just wrote and didn’t bother checking if this was coherent but here’s y’all a snack haha, also using new line dividers atm and they’re all all pretty, credits to the maker in the guidelines of my blog

note(s): as much as I wanted to wait I just can’t stand it so here’s this piece published earlier than I want lol. also I didn’t know who to tag for geto so I just went with these lovelies ☺️

You like the Tokyo school much better than the one in Kyoto.

By leaps and bounds actually, you muse.

Everything from the people down to the energy they give off was so much more different — more freeing.

Kyoto was just too much, too old school and too traditional, especially for you. The students there seemed to be more rigid, and the teachers seemed to sneer at you. More often than not for just being a female. That old way of thinking was most likely why they lost the Exchange Event almost every year.

Especially with sorcerers like Geto Suguru on their side.

You transferred to Tokyo during the last half of your first year, which wasn’t something commonplace. That time wasn’t exactly a pleasant time to transfer into. Geto and Gojo, your upperclassmen, had failed a mission protecting the Plasma Star Vessel, Riko Amanai. Yes, Gojo managed to take out the Sorcerer Killer, Fushiguro Toji (who was actually a Zen’in like Naoya) on the mission, but that was only after he had completed his mission — after they had failed to protect Riko.

Now you’re a second-year at Tokyo High, watching the third-year Geto Suguru fall into a spiral of chaos and warped ideals while his friends go their own personal paths and leave him to his own devices, completely unaware in their own worlds that they’ve left a storm brewing behind them, alone and lonely and more than ready to bring down its wrath upon anyone in its way.

You secretly wondered how much Gojo cared for the person who was supposed to be his best friend.

So why you decided to approach said storm to get a (very much well-needed) drink out at the machines while he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, you have no idea. Were you stupid? Yes. Did that matter right now? … Probably.

Your feet carried you to the vending machine, standing beside Geto. You weren’t bothering to look at him out of your peripheral vision, knowing that if you did, the universe would shit on you and he would look up and make eye contact.

Sounds like one of those romance animes or something, you think, nose crunching in distaste. Ew…

“It’s such a shame that you decided to withdraw from Kyoto, [Name]-chan.”

An even bigger problematic ‘ew’ came from behind you. You scowled and turned halfway on your heel, back facing your black-haired upperclassmen to stare at the smirking face of one of the two reasons you’d originally left Kyoto’s school.

You scoff, shaking your head to see Geto’s form standing tall, but still facing the vending machine to get something. That’s all right; you could handle your own battles anyway.

“You really have the audacity to come and talk to me like this? After what you put me through for the last two years? Ah, wait a second. It’s you. So I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you��re talking about.” Naoya shrugged. “All I asked for was—”

“For you to leave her alone, Zen’in.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the sound of Geto’s voice cutting through the air, but it’s only Naoya that scowls and turns his head to face his Tokyo upperclassmen.

And to your absolute surprise, despite Naoya’s scowl deepening to a point where you thought he couldn’t get any uglier, the male pivoted on the ball of his foot and sauntered off.

“Are you alright?” came the instant inquiry.

Geto moving to get a closer look at you made you sweat even more. Just for a different reason.

“I’m fine, Senpai.”

The tall male looks between you and Naoya’s fading figure, eyes narrowing slightly in distaste up until he sees the Zen’in male finally disappear from sight. Even he knows that the Zen’in’s are trash; Naoya just really takes the cake.

“That’s good,” he says.

And when he looks at you with gentle eyes, you’re surprised (and desperately trying to hide it). How instantly his expression and mood changed from mere moments before Naoya showed up to at this moment caught you off guard.

“Did you need something from here? I can get it for you.”

His offer is so sincere, so polite. Such a stark contrast from earlier. Especially with the way the bright smile on his face that reaches his ears and makes the corners of his eyes begin to crinkle.

Instead of the same uncertainty from before your approach filling your stomach, this time feels different. This time, it’s an excited, happy feeling; as if butterflies are rapidly fluttering away in your belly in eager anticipation of something wonderful to come.

“Um, yes,” you squeak, looking to the machines, “I was going to get—”

>>>>

How long does it take for one to fall from grace?

From one who’s fingers touched the pure white clouds of heaven to becoming one who’s knees were stuck deep within the obsidian tar pits of hell, it seemed Geto Suguru was destined to struggle with himself — with his morals and ideals of the world of jujutsu sorcerers and the world of people that lived outside of it — for eternity.

Someone that was so bright, so revered, to fall into a pit of hopelessness?

It must be a lie, others would think.

Watching him sink into the pits of chaos and despair while his best friend rose to a place where he became untouchable to all sorcerers… made something terrible, something spiteful, stir within the depths of your stomach. How much did the white-haired teenager care about the one he called his equal?

But as Gojo became more and more powerful and left his friend behind, Geto too, grew in power in his own right.

And a lot of it was with you.

Weeks of meeting at the vending machines for snacks during training turned into months of sitting on benches and eating lunch together. Even that progressed farther, to him taking you to everything from restaurants to the book store (as much as he’d laugh at you buying manga, he was just as much of a hypocrite with Inuyasha under his arm) to even pretty lakes across Japan, soaring atop one of his flying curses.

Doing things that friends do. That people more than friends also do.

But at the same time, during those times after missions or simply while spending time together in either his or your room, you’d see that malicious darkness fester up. You’d see the way his brows would furrow when you mentioned saving someone or his lips pull down when there’d be a mention of the higher-ups about a mission you’d taken recently that went sour.

In times like these, you wondered if Gojo Satoru really did once know Geto Suguru the same way you knew him now.

“I can see the sweat on your forehead,” the black-haired male jokes. “You shouldn’t think so hard.”

Suguru doesn’t chuckle, but the joking smile of amusement is still there. It’s just a faint one. He’s become less and less of a jokester lately, swimming deeper into the darkness. But for you, you think he tries a little harder to keep the mood and air between you two as light and positive as possible.

(For you.)

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” you quip back, “for the next time I see sweat on your brow for thinking so much. Hypocrite.”

For the first time all day, he finally chuckles.

“Hypocrite?” He muses, placing his cheek on his fist. “Really?”

“Yes!” You toss your hands up in mock frustration. “You heard me, Mr. I-Wanna-Brood-At-Weird-Times-of-the-Day.”

“That’s an awfully long name.”

“It sure does fit though, yeah?”

“So you say.”

The air had been tense and thick since morning, but the two of you were striving to get past it. Well, you slightly more, but the more you tried, the more Geto — ah, Suguru. He already told you to call him that, didn’t he? — seemed to try and help you push for a happier tone.

But the mission Suguru was to be sent on soon had him shut down mentally, closed off from you for the last few days. And today was the day you’d tried to pick him back up out of his crappy mood.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you ask.

Suguru sighs, then nods his head. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back by the day after, if not sooner.”

You shrug, semi-happy with his response and accepting it. But the other half of you knows something — sees something — behind his pretty eyes that you wished you would have left alone.

But your heart loved to meddle when it wanted to meddle.

And in the future, you hoped Suguru would thank you for that meddling nature.

****

113 bodies were to be found five days after Geto arrived at the village he was assigned to.

But he hadn’t been alone the day he arrived.

Suguru just didn’t know that.

You’d stuck to him like glue. Well, as far back as glue could stretch in that regard. You’d silenced your cursed energy so much that you almost swore you didn’t even have any. And not once did the male turn around to bother to look around or check his surroundings, like he knew he was ever being followed.

Now, all you could do was watch as Suguru stepped into the house that the villagers brought him to. Supposedly, the house contained the reason why the villagers had been dying.

But that gnawing anxiousness in the pit of your stomach told you otherwise. It told you that something was about to go very, very wrong.

Very few people had been able to manage to near-fully suppress their cursed energy aura. It was a talent that could only be managed by a select few, one of which was probably Gojo Satoru himself. But when one successfully did it, all the stories told of how nauseous they felt; how overwhelming the sense of others cursed energy could be.

And it was all true.

Bile and your lunch nearly coated your shoes. Knees too had you let Suguru’s immense, Special Grade cursed energy make you sink to the ground.

It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same!

Eyes blown wide as saucers, you realized that something had indeed went very, very wrong inside that house. Because no longer was Suguru’s cursed energy driven by regular means like a regular jujutsu sorcerer.

No. All you could see from his cursed energy was pure malice and raw, unadulterated rage and anger.

Whatever these people said or have done to send him into such fury like this, you couldn’t move, only think. This is the day they die.

Out of the house comes two— No, three. Suguru being one of them. A man and a woman, both with ugly faces and ugly auras you didn’t like.

No wonder Suguru doesn’t like them.

A curse manifests from your friend’s fingertips, and you quickly realize what’s about to happen — the only thing that could happen.

But he can’t just kill them…

You step out of your hiding spot and shout his name. Shock enters Suguru’s eyes. Of course; he hadn’t expected you to be here. But then they glaze over with a mixture of emotions. Disappointment seems to be the most obvious.

Curse you, Yuki Tsukumo, for tipping him over the edge.

“Don’t even try it, Suguru.”

“You shouldn’t have come, [Name].” It sounded like a warning.

You scoff slightly. “And let you do something like this? I don’t think so.”

His eyes narrow. It’s an expression you don’t like.

“You need to leave.”

“So do you, apparently.”

“Don’t be like this, [Name]. Don’t make me hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t anyway. Why let one awful circumstance, one awful event, define the rest of your life?”

“Do you know what they’ve done?” he asks, and you clearly hear the intent of violence behind his tone. You see his jaw clench up and a dangerous fire ignite behind his eyes. “Do you know they have two girls locked up in there, ready to kill?”

“Of course not,” you say, “but you were about to do something that was going to impact your life… Forever.”

“I think I’m ready for that.”

“You’re ready to lose everything?”

“If I must.”

You almost bite your tongue. But you don’t, and speak anyway.

“Even me?”

The thick, black smokiness of one his curses dancing on his fingertips turns to wisps, almost vanishing. You see what the question does to him, so you press farther. Deeper into the unspoken part of you two’s relationship you’d both been afraid to touch on.

Then, he admits something, dipping first into waters that haven’t been treaded into.

“I’d like to think you’d come with me, be by my side.”

Your heart thumps faster. It’s a declaration of many things: loyalty, friendship, trust.

But all your ears hear is a declaration of love.

Because you don’t miss the way his eyes shine as he looks you up and down like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants you to actually follow him like he expected, to come with him and step in place next to him like an equal.

If not more than just an equal.

“I can’t do that,” you reply. “You know I can’t, Suguru. And neither can you.”

It’s written all over his face that he doesn’t like your answer.

“And why can’t I?”

“Because you’re better than this.”

…

Was he? What did that mean anyway: being better? After Riko, after his “talk” with Yuki, everything just seemed to collapse around him; everything he knew ripping apart at the seams faster than he could repair them.

Why? Why was he supposed to be better? How could he be better? Did he deserve to even become better?

“Don’t take the easy way,” you tell him. “There’ll never be a right answer, not right now at least.”

“Killing all non-sorcerers seems like a pretty good start,” he replies darkly.

“And how would you even manage that?” you retort. “If that’s the only thing you can stand on, that’s shallow.”

“Then what is the answer, [Name]? Do tell me, please,” he urges sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes. “Is killing every non-sorcerer not worth us jujutsu sorcerers having a chance to live?”

You answer as earnestly as he expects, “I have no idea, but at the moment, it sounds pretty stupid.”

Unfortunately, it takes him much longer than you want for him to put the monster at his fingertips away, for his cursed energy to dip down and go back to the way it was before it spiked in a rage you’d never anticipated to see from him.

The village is scathed with fire and terror: burned buildings with its inhabitants shaken to the core over the consequences of their actions — and what would happen if they tried to put more children in the cage Suguru found them in. It’s not ethical, and surely you’d hear about it from the higher-ups in jujutsu society.

But for the girls wrapped up in yours and Suguru’s arms, you heart and soul knew it was worth it.

Megumi doesn’t get along with Nanako too well. But you’re sure you know why, with his red cheeks and all.

“You think he’ll ever say anything?” you ask your husband.

“Doubtful,” Suguru chuckles, “considering he was raised by Satoru.”

It’s been a rough ten years raising the twins. There’s been a long list of issues, struggles over the last several years that have really put your relationship with your now-husband to the test. From the elders to Suguru’s own conflicting ideals; from his own coping mechanisms to making sure you and his girls are well taken care of, and those are just a few to list. But fixing Satoru and Suguru’s friendship was by far the most difficult thing.

Riko’s death really did change them in the most awful ways.

“Satoru has only gotten crazier over the years,” you hum, agreeing. “I still can’t believe Satoru brought Sukuna’s vessel here.”

“I think you mean stupid, darling,” Suguru chuckles. “And did you know he gave Itadori a second finger?”

“Disgusting! All in true Satoru taste, too.”

“Hey! I can hear you two, you know!” the white-haired male complains.

“Good!” you shout back.

And cue Satoru’s crocodile tears. “Suguru really did marry a witch!”

You feel the veins in your head twitch with irritation. You’d always hated that damn nickname.

You moved to stand up to go and whack the shit out of the manchild, but your husband’s hand settled on your knee. You looked at him curiously, sitting back down.

“Sit,” he says. “Getting worked up like that isn’t good for you right now. Shoko said to keep it minimal for now, remember?”

You snort. “You’ve drilled it into me, Sugu.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a moment.”

His hand rests on your belly for moment, presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then stands up to go and beat the shit out of his best friend to defend his wife’s honor.

And maybe to have some fun, too.

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ayanominitrash · 10 months

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Dowdy Dowdy (Naoya Zenin x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only." "Oh?" You look up and see that the tall senior before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip. Where Naoya is your bully, but you love him anyway.

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A student of Jujutsu High, you were alone. You had no friends. People already assumed you're an awkward person because of that. You have helicopter parents preventing you from going outside after school, so you would be alone in your room.

But Naoya-senpai was the only one who gave you the time of day, even if he was doing it just to bully you. Imposing his misogynistic ideals and telling you how a woman should be. He'd purposely foot his foot out to trip you, and he'd smack anything you're holding in your hands, saying "oops" before he continues walking. He even went as far as dumping his drink on you because he didn't like it. You like him regardless because he was the only one you can really have a conversation with.

The others saw how badly you were treated but no one stepped up or asked you if you were okay. It's not like you were looking for pity, that was the last thing you wanted. But you find it odd that no one else seemed to join in on your abuse. They'd stray away from you when you try and approach them to ask a question. Was it because they were afraid that they'd be bullied by Naoya-senpai as well if he saw them interacting with you? He once saw a few boys plotting something sinister on you, but he'd sneer at them, making them run away in fear and never look your way again. Or, were you really that awful that your peers couldn't even stand to be in the same room as you?

That's why, your interactions with Naoya-senpai, even if it was demeaning, you valued every second of it.

You'd get to hear his deep voice, all mocking and condescending. Nitpicking everything he considers a flaw in you. But you'd listen with helpless watery doe eyes cast on the floor, wringing your thumbs together. Naoya-senpai would ask you questions, mostly about why you were like this, if you knew this or that, only to say how unintelligent you are. And yet, he keeps talking to you every day. As if it was part of his routine. As if, he was constantly thinking of you.

That's why you stay, and listen. And your beating heart races every second you spend with him. Out of fear? Or perhaps, out of fondness for the senior.

Naoya-senpai was known to be strong, smart, and excessively handsome. He'd have a different girl around his arm every now and then, and he'd show her off to you if you happen to bump into him in the hallways. Telling you she almost resembles a proper woman.

He waves a hand. "She's not much, but maybe try? At least."

And the girls around him were pretty seniors. Far from your appearance. But that doesn't deter you. Even if he was with them, he'd still talk to you.

So one day, you finally muster all of the courage you had and walk up to Naoya-senpai at his usual hang-out spot at the side of the school. Talking to him alone was probably better, but there wasn't a time when he isn't surrounded by his usual 3 friends.

"Hey, Dottie," Naoya-sama calls you by your usual nickname. He calls you Dottie because it's close to the word "dowdy", something he and everyone would always describe you as. "What do you think you're doing here? Don't you know it's inappropriate for a girl to meddle with a group of men?"

"Hey Naoya, this looks like a love confession!" One of his friends snickers, shaking your beloved senior's shoulders.

"Oh god, Naoya pulled a nerd!"

"What a slut!"

"Oh?"

You look up and see that the tall senior, before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip.

"What do you have to say? You're wasting my time, Dottie."

"You heard him, scamper away chick."

"Get lost."

"Naoya-senpai!" You force your voice almost breaking, causing the group of men before you to quiet down.

Your hands fly from behind you and you extend them in his direction while you bow.

"I -I love you, Naoya-senpai! Please accept my feelings!"

A pause.

You waited. You waited for him to say something, or at least, pick up the drink you were offering him.

It was his favorite matcha tea drink. The one he always gets from the vending machines.

Suddenly, you hear hysterical laughter and peer up, only to find his friends laughing, but not him.

He has his beautiful golden eyes on you, a big hand over his mouth, tapping his index finger as if he was thinking of something.

"Do you hear that, Naoya?! I told you it was a love confession."

"Yow, this is crazy!"

"I can't believe it myself if I couldn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears!"

"Naoya-senapaii, oohhh, I love you! HAHAHA, man, what a joke!"

Naoya chuckles at his friends' antics, or maybe even at you, "Enough.

"Dottie, did you hit your head?"

His friends laugh again and your face pales as you retract your arms.

"N-no -"

"Did you really think I'd settle for someone like you? "

You try to swallow the lump in your throat."T-then, why would you talk to me, every day? S-surely it meant, y-you wanted - "

"What?" He scoffs. "Revolting, seriously. You must be as dense as ever. No, Dottie. I'm not interested, but maybe my friends would like to take you up on the offer?"

"Gross, dude, no!"

"What is this? Giving us hand-me-downs?"

Hands gripping tightly around the drink, you fight back the tears forming in your eyes. "I -I'm not stupid! I know you call me Dottie because I'm all frumpy and dowdy looking, but my feelings for you are real! Because -and -and, why do you make sure everyone else doesn't pick on me?! What does that mean?"

He looks at you as he tilts his head to the side as if he was dumbfounded. "Frumpy and dowdy?" He smirks. "Is that what you think?"

"You told me!"

"Hmm? I don't recall."

"Naoya-senpai -!"

"Alright, kid. Stop bothering Naoya, you're starting to get annoying."

"Scram or I'll make you."

You shoot him one last pleading look, "Naoya-senpai . . ."

He yawns. "Get out of my face."

The drink drops from your hand before you sprint away, his friends' laughter gets smaller and smaller the farther you run away as your tears finally fall down your cheeks.

You weren't stupid. You knew what he'd say.

But, you were determined to get your feelings out there. To be strong like your Naoya-senpai. But, as the tears flow down your cheeks. . .

You feel weak as ever.

After the confession, you'd think the students would laugh at you when you enter the hallways but to your surprise, they kept on walking.

Did the seniors not tell say anything about your confession?

You went on your school days as usual, alone. No one would talk to you and you'd absent-mindedly stare out the window or mess with your phone. The different thing about here is you avoid all the places you'd usually bump into Naoya-senpai. You'd eat lunch with the teachers in the faculty room. You walk the alternative path to some rooms. You'd skip out buying something from the cafeteria just to avoid him.

And when it can't be helped and you end up in the same space as him, you'll walk faster and purposely sidestep him, before he even opens his mouth. This happens a few times in a span of several weeks.

Until Naoya-senpai caught you on the rooftop after classes, under a golden sunset.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The senior was standing in the doorway and immediately blocks your path. You freeze and you glare up at him, to which he just snickers.

"Oh? Where did that come from? Gotten a little strong since - "

"I'm sorry for bothering you. The rooftop is all yours."

You try to get past him again but he only leans an arm against the door frame, looking down at you.

"Knock it off, bitch. Can't you see I'm trying to talk to you?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

He smirks, "I thought you said you loved me?"

Your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"What's that? Do you want to hit me, Dottie?"

There's that nickname again.

"Please, I would like to leave."

"Why? But you love me. Why would you ever want to leave?"

"Let me through!"

You can stand his constant insults about your lack of intelligence and appearance, but you find it hard to stand there and hear him make fun of your feelings.

It hurts too much.

So you try and get past him again, but he grabs both of your arms in a tight grip and pulls you close in front of him.

Too close.

And he was angry. His eyes were raging boring holes into yours. For the first time, you were scared of him.

"Did you say those words just to spite me?!"

"W-wha - "

"You were lying, weren't you? You were trying to make fun of me? Me?!"

You can feel his hot breath and a few of his spit hit your face as he shouts at you, deafening. The tears start streaming from your eyes and you start to sob.

"Y-you're hurting m-me - "

"You think it'd be easy? To fool me? You're wrong, Dottie!"

"I d-don't know what you're t-talking a -about -"

"You tell me you love me, then avoid me?! Are you dense?!"

Your eyes widen as you gasp up at him. His face was red in anger. The sunset's colors paint his face along with it.

And you think, even in his rage, he looks beautiful.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks. He's finally stopped yelling.

"You. . .rejected my feelings."

With that, he lets go of your arms. You rub them, certain that they'll leave bruises.

"You're so stupid. Of course, I did."

"And I know you'd do that."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "How so?"

"How? Because you bully me every day!"

Naoya-senpai scoffs before walking towards the fence and sits down. You follow him and sit down next to him. The two of you let silence engulf the space around you. The sunset was turning to a chilly evening and you watch as birds flock in the sky amongst the clouds. You can hear the voices from below, and laughter from children and teenagers in the streets. The busy roads. The vendors. The sound of someone dribbling a basketball.

You were listening to all of it with your Naoya-senpai beside you.

You turn your head a bit to look at him. His blond hair softly flows in the wind as he stares off into the sky. His golden eyes reflected the night's colors and what was left of the orange sunset.

He flicks his eyes down to you.

"What are you looking at?"

You immediately stare down at your lap.

"Naoya-senpai... You said you... .wanted to talk to me."

"Hmm."

You wait for him to talk more, but he said nothing else. Only the sound of the breeze greeted you.

After some time, he finally speaks.

"Gift of god."

"Huh?"

"In Greek, "Doron" means"gift" and "Theos" means "God". Thus, the word Dorothea is equivalent to the 'gift of god.'"

You give him a confused look, to which he clicks his tongue.

"You're so slow. Do you even read any books?"

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble understanding what you want to say."

"Dottie.

Dottie is a shortened term for Dorothea. Which meaning is also, gift of god."

You gasp.

At first, from his words. Then, what he was about to do next?

He raises his hand to play with the end of your hair, almost absent-mindedly. And you can't help but feel your heart beating up in your throat.

"I have no excuse for my actions, but I do know I can't stand to end a day without speaking to you."

Your eyes widen at his words, rendering you speechless.

"You're not just messing with me, are you?"

"What?" You blinked.

"When you said what you said."

"What I said?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance, letting go of your hair. "That you loved me."

"Would I have gone through that trouble?"

Naoya-senpai leans his head into his hand as he watches you. "You know, you ought to be careful, Dottie. You can't go falling for people who are mean to you."

"Well, nobody else talks to me."

He smiles. "That's good then."

"That's good?"

He shrugs. "I have you all to myself."

You blush at his words and clutch at your chest. "Are you, toying with me again, Naoya-senpai? You can say anything about me all you want, but I can't handle you mocking my feelings."

"And what would convince you otherwise?"

You stay quiet.

"Oh? What a slut."

"I-I didn't even say anything!"

"I didn't even say anything either."

"But you -!"

"Settle down. Men don't like it when women gawk, you know."

"I don't care."

"You don't? You should if you ought to be with me."

You whip your head abruptly back at him "Huh?!"

He suddenly takes your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

You felt like your heart could explode.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"I think you should know, that I'll only hurt you."

"I don't care." You stare up at him with determination, eyes glistening with newfound hope.

"And I'll keep being mean to you."

"I don't care."

"But I'll make sure I'm the only one who does that."

He lets go of your hand to place his on top of your head.

Your eyes grow wider, this time with your smile, "Okay."

Naoya-senpai gives you a smirk before standing up and waits for you to get up too.

You follow his lead and the two of you leave the rooftop. Before you descend the stairs, you take one last look at the scene behind you.

This is where. . .Naoya-senpai made the effort to talk to you alone. where he displayed a rare kindness towards you. At the same moment, his captivating eyes mirrored the color of the sky.

"Hurry." The senior beckons.

This was where your heart was wholly his.

And his was yours.

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 6. In My Hands.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Mentions and sexual harassment. Angst. Humiliation. Cursed words. Word Count: 3551 words. A/N: Hello peeps! This is a kind reminder that you need to fix your posture.

I still remember the terrible day when I met Naoya Zenin. Six years ago, my first coach told me that I had to expand my horizons if I wanted to reach my full potential, so he sent me to the top jiu jitsu gym in the country. This was before Team Black Gym even existed. The Zen’in dojo was a beautiful temple on the outskirts of traditional Kyoto. There were several satisfying zen gardens, tall bamboo stalks and small ponds with beautiful koi swimming around. I felt dirty stepping into such a pure and sacred place.

I shyly walked into the dojo. I had taken off my shoes to step on the tatami, so I wouldn’t get it dirty. The place was packed with fighters training the same move at the same time on the count of an old man who was analyzing each one of them. The walls were decorated with display weapons, scrolls with calligraphy, flags, and symbols of martial arts. The sensei started a break as soon as his eyes landed on me.

“Welcome, you must be the student Geto sent,” he said while his eyes analyzed my physique unabashedly.

At that time I didn't have much muscle, and it was obvious that I was a beginner compared to them. Two years have barely passed since I started training jiu jitsu seriously to get into the UFC. I was sure he thought I was just a scrawny, innocent girl as well.

“Thank you for letting me into your dojo. I promise I will do my best,” I said, bowing politely.

“You are not part of this dojo yet,” he corrected me. “I’ll test you to know if you really belong here,” he explained serenely.

My hands nervously tightened the strap of the gym bag across my body. I was used to facing off in national competitions, but this was different. I would have to fight someone from the Zen’in family, a professional who had probably practiced mixed martial arts since birth. Someone who was light years ahead of me in experience.

The sensei called out a blond boy with black tips, taller and more muscular than me. A very attractive boy, but that didn't matter now. Was I supposed to face a man? I had only faced women before, could I really beat him? In that case, I had to show off so I wouldn’t disappoint Geto.

“Meet my son, Naoya. If you beat him, you can stay,” Naobito explained without further ado before he went to sit on a small cushion that was on a step at the back.

“Nervous?” Naoya asked me as we stretched out in front of each other to start the fight.

“I have never faced a man before,” I confessed.

“Don't worry, I won't be so rough. Just for you,” he said with a smile.

“Naoya, such behavior is unacceptable!” Naobito exclaimed in annoyance.

“I'm sorry, I just can't hurt such a pretty girl,” Naoya smiled warmly without taking his eyes off me.

I think it was the first time I felt my heart fluttering for a boy. That only made me even more nervous. Not only am I facing a boy for the first time, it would be the first time I would be facing a boy I like. So far he has only been kind and warm towards me. I wish he had stayed that way.

“Please, give me your best. Make me try my hardest,” I asked him nicely.

“I like your attitude,” He complimented me. My cheeks couldn't help blushing at that.

After Naobito announced the start of the fight, Naoya went straight for my ribs with a kick. He was extremely agile and fast. I could barely dodge it on time. I knew this wouldn't be just like any other fight, this was the fight. All my confidence vanished with each jab that made my feet instinctively recoil. I was fast, but not fast enough to dodge every punch.

I was a floor fighter by instinct, so my best strategy was to take him down. I contorted my body to try to apply a headlock, but he wouldn't let me. He was like a worm slipping through my fingers. As soon as he maneuvered to grab my wrists tightly, I knew I had made a big mistake. Naoya was also a floor fighter. Luck really wasn't on my side this time.

We were two contortionists fighting for control of the situation. Time was a blurry concept, my limbs were screaming for a rest and my mind was arguing with my body that we had to resist if we wanted a place among the Zen’in. I would do everything in my power not to lose this fight.

I elbowed him in his exposed cheek in a window of opportunity. I took the chance to pin him against the floor, his arms were against his chest and he was kneeing me in the back. I thought I had won the fight, but I didn't consider my opponent's amazing flexibility. He wrapped his right leg around my abdomen and cornered me against his other leg, knocking me to the ground with the strength of his legs in an instant.

“Shit,” I gasped trying to regain control.

Naoya, having both arms free, was tearing me apart with jabs coming right and left. He had me cornered against his body like a dangerous boa as he was beating me relentlessly. I could only cover my face so he wouldn't knock me out. I was trapped, there was nothing I could do. I hit his back three times to announce that I was giving up. Naoya stopped and pulled himself away from me completely.

“Good fight,” he said with his voice cracking, tired as I was.

Naoya offered me his hand to help me up. I snorted and took it kindly, I had to behave like a good loser. I think that was the moment I started to like him. Even though he was sweaty and slightly beaten, he still looked like a damn angel. His smile was intact, his hair was unruly tousled and his green eyes looked at me tenderly.

“She got Zen’in on her, I like her,” Naoya said to his father after I thanked him for letting me fight him.

“Yes, it's just what Geto promised me,” Naobito mentioned while scanning me, still. “I've seen enough, you start tomorrow,” he warned me before announcing to the others that the class would continue soon. “I did it!”, I thought excitedly with a big proud smile on my face.

“Congratulations and welcome,” Naoya shook my hand again in celebration. “Do you by any chance like Chinese food?,” he asked me out of the blue. I looked at him curiously while he smiled at me.

That damn fake and hypocritical smile glittered in Team Black's small meeting room. Sukuna and the rest of his team were analyzing Naoya's fights to plan a strategy for the big fight. I had dedicated myself to watch each of his fights closely since I escaped from Zen’in Gym, just to see how someone else would beat the smirk off his face, but all those hours were finally coming in handy.

“We can see that he is a good floor fighter with high stamina,” Gojo explained as he looked at the textual analysis of his fights in the last three years.

12 wins with 4 losses, a great streak without a doubt. Long and defined arms, strong legs and a beastly stamina. Half of his fights have ended quickly because he has cornered them against his body and the others have been by judges decision. He was still a superb fighter and has only improved since I met him.

“We should go to the floor. Give him some of his own medicine,” Gojo said without taking his eyes off the documents.

“I disagree,” I said while watching the fight on the screen. Gojo looked at me as if I just kicked his dog.

“I agree with Gojo. Sukuna was able to beat Toji Fushiguro in the last fight, he has improved a lot in floor fighting thanks to you,” Nanami commented.

“I'm not saying it because I don't believe that Sukuna can beat a floor fighter, he can, but we can't take it to the floor in this fight,” I explained. “Naoya has two types of opponents: weak and strong. He acts very differently depending on which one he fights. Last month’s visit wasn't just to annoy us, it was to see up close what he's going to face soon,” I argued.

“And which type am I?” Sukuna asked me, raising his eyebrow with curiosity.

“Strong,” I stated. “He has only faced opponents that he has declared as strong 3 times. Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki and Aoi Todo when he got the stupid idea to fight for the heavyweight belt.”

I had seen those three fights live on television. The satisfaction of watching him suffer in the cage was better than any orgasm I've ever had. I had been watching him from afar all this time, I knew him better than he knew himself. I knew exactly what I was talking about.

“The weak are the opponents he knows he can beat easily, that's why he goes to ground quickly. With the strong ones, he usually takes his time because he knows he has no chance of beating them and only relies on his incredible endurance,” I explained.

“What exactly is your plan?” Gojo asked me, not convinced by my idea.

“We have to tire him out. Keep boxing and avoid the floor. Get him out of his comfort zone,” I explained.

“I don't think that's the best option,” the white-haired man answered.

“She knows him better than all of us. We’ll stick with her plan,” Sukuna said determinedly.

“Is he defending me?” I thought to my surprise. I didn't think he would do something like that. I assumed he would be on Gojo's side being his lifelong coach, but I think he noticed that this fight mattered more to me than to him. Sure, he wants to keep his belt, but I want to break his pride. He was fighting for honor, I was fighting for revenge.

“I agree with her. Sukuna is a great boxer, and now he knows how to escape from the floor. He can tire him that way for the last rounds,” Yuuji commented.

“Well, I think that settles it,” Nanami sighed looking at Gojo.

We left the meeting room. Nanami and Gojo went back to the office, while Sukuna, Yuuji and I were going back to training. I already had a foolproof training plan in mind to get my champion in his best possible shape. I would do anything to see Naoya suffer live.

“Thank you for defending me back there. I assure you that you won't regret it,” I promised Sukuna.

“I didn't defend you, I just made a good decision,” Sukuna said without paying me much attention.

“Call it whatever. Thank you,” I smiled at him anyway.

He looked at me like he always did, cold and serious. Every day I felt that I was getting closer to him. We may not have been the best of friends, but Sukuna knew he could trust me completely. I was really proud to have progressed that way with him.

“Let's train!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“I'm sorry to interrupt you,” someone said behind Sukuna. It was the physiotherapist, Shoko. “It's time for your session,” she reminded us.

“That's right,” Sukuna checked the time on his phone. “You can go now. See you tomorrow,” he said goodbye before following Shoko to her office.

Sometimes I was surprised how often Sukuna needed so many sessions with the physiotherapist. It was at least one every week. When I was fighting, I didn't need more than one session a month. Well, that was until I messed up my neck, in which case, I went three times a week. As soon as they entered the medical room, I turned to Yuuji.

“Something wrong with him?” I asked curiously.

“What are you talking about?” He asked me, confused.

“Is Sukuna physically well? Why does he need so many sessions with the physio?” I clarified.

“Don't worry about him. He's fine,” he said with a small blush running down his cheeks.

“You're a bad liar, tell me what's wrong,” I asked him.

“Well, it's just he has… “sessions” with the physiotherapist. Do you know what I mean?” he asked. Yuuji said the word “sessions” with a wink.

Is Sukuna fucking the physiotherapist? That made perfect sense. I knew there was a reason why she was the only woman in the gym before I arrived. I just couldn't see her being his type. Shoko was very pretty, but it seemed like she didn't put much effort into her appearance. She always wore the same clothes, plus she smoked a ton, so always reeked of cigarettes.

“I would never have guessed it,” I commented.

“Neither do I. It's hard to tell with him, though. He's never had a girlfriend or even dated,” Yuuji commented.

“That damn personality is the problem,” I thought. Sukuna was a ridiculously attractive man. While I was researching workouts that I could implement into his training, it occurred to me to look up his name on the internet. The first thing that popped out at me was the cover he appeared on for Men’s Health magazine. He looked amazing in the skin-tight bathing suit they had put him in as he was getting out of a pool. The drips sliding down his abs, the tattoos decorating his sculpted body and his piercing gaze. My mouth dropped to the floor in shock.

“But I guess he's got the girls going crazy,” I mumbled in envy.

“Yeah, he was the school’s bad boy. They all wanted to date him,” Yuuji explained.

I could imagine him arriving at high school on a motorcycle like a rebel, leather jacket and dark glasses. Posing like a real unattainable hunk out of a chick lit movie. The girls surrounding him as he walked through the halls, not paying attention to any of them.

“But he was once a horny teenager, he must have liked someone,” I commented.

“I don't remember any girls at our school that he liked, but he would blush every time Megan Fox was on screen when we watched Transformers. I'm sure it made him feel that way,” Yuuji said, trying not to laugh at the memory.

“I don't blame him. Megan Fox made all of us feel a type of way.”

We both started laughing and then said goodbye. The drive home was quicker than I thought it would be. I started mentalizing everything I needed to do when I got to my apartment. Doing my laundry, planning this week's workout, prepping my lunches, doing the dishes… So my mind was entertained until I got to my building.

I walked up the stairs slowly, tired from today's workout, until I reached the fifth floor. I walked through the halls to the rhythm of the song playing in my headphones. I was almost there. I was so happy to finally rest for a while, until I saw an obstacle in front of the door.

Naoya was standing in front of my apartment dressed in a suit and a small bouquet of my favorite flowers. “What the fuck is he doing here? How does he know I live here?” I wondered as I stopped in my tracks to remove my headphones. He quickly noticed my presence and smiled at me like the cynical fucker he is.

“You're finally here, I still haven't learned your work schedule,” he said while scratching the back of his neck.

“Have you been following me again?” I asked, upset as I approached him.

“I just want to make sure you're okay, that's all,” he answered. “Look, I even brought you your favorite flowers.”

Our fingers brushed as I took the bouquet. That simple touch made me remember moments that I wanted to bury in the graveyard of my memories. When we were a happy, loving, healthy couple, before he became an obsessed maniac. I threw the bouquet roughly at his feet in total rejection and slapped him across the face.

“I don't want anything from you. Get the fuck out of here before I punch you for real,” I ordered him.

“Why are you playing hard to get and cold?” He asked as if he really didn't know why.

“Because when I was easy, you almost raped me!” I exclaimed without shame that someone else heard our argument, if this could be called one. Talking to Naoya was like talking to a wall.

“It doesn't count as rape, you were my girlfriend,” he spat.

“You drugged me, asshole!”

“Whatever, I already apologized for that a long time ago,” he said, downplaying the issue.

“I don't care about your apology, why can't you understand that? It's one syllable, no, no, no! Shall I tell you in Spanish? ‘No!’” I shouted in annoyance.

“I will do my best to make you forgive me and get back with me,” Naoya said as he came closer to me. I walked away at his pace.

“And I will do everything I can to get you to stop bothering me,” I answered.

“Oh yeah?” He challenged me. “Why don't we bet on it? Since we want different things.”

“I'd rather make a deal with the devil than with you,” I snorted.

“If Sukuna wins, I'll stop bothering you forever and admit that I wanted to rape you,” he offered without hesitation. “Is he really so confident that he would win?” I was intrigued.

“What if you win?”

“You'll have to leave Team Black and join the Zen’in Clan again.” Well that was less bad than I thought, knowing his twisted mind.

“Why do you want me to join the Zen’in Clan?” I was confused.

“I know I can't force you to fall in love with me again, for God's sake I'm not a monster.” Cynical bastard. “So I thought that if we spend a lot of time together, as we used to do, you will want to come back to my arms,” he explained.

“You're crazy,” I said.

“It's a great deal,” he said. I just shook my head to ignore his proposal, waiting for him to just walk away before entering my apartment. “Or don't you have faith in Sukuna?” I hate to admit that felt like a slap across the face.

“Sukuna is going to kick your ass,” I barked.

“Then let's bet if you're so sure,” Naoya offered me his hand to agree to enter the bet.

“You better hold up your end of it,” I said as I accepted his handshake.

“May the best man win,” he said before squeezing my hand to place a kiss on my knuckles. I pulled it away from him and wiped it on my sweatshirt. He picked up the bouquet from the floor and handed it to me. I reluctantly took it so he would get the hell out of here.

“Go away,” I ordered. Naoya smiled at me and left the way he came. I followed him with my eyes until he was out of my sight. As he was about to take the stairs, he turned around.

“Remember that luck is always on my side, beautiful,” he said with a wink.

I used not to believe any of that before. I was sure that luck didn't exist and that the only thing that existed was unique opportunities. Believing in luck is for weaklings like Naoya who don't trust their body and abilities. That's what I thought until I met Sukuna.

“Luck may not be on my side, but it is on Sukuna's,” I said, imitating his cynical smile. Naoya reciprocated and walked out of my sight.

Quickly, I entered my apartment and closed the door behind me. I dropped my gym bag by the entrance to go to the window. “No way was I going to keep this,” I thought. I opened the kitchen window and threw out the bouquet of flowers as far as I could like a football. I slammed the window shut and leaned against it to take a deep breath.

My pulse was racing. I felt anxiety invading my chest and my memories were rushing through my mind. I removed the scrunchie that held my hair in a ponytail to run my fingers through it in an attempt to calm myself.

I sat down at my small dining room table and pulled out my notebook to begin planning this week's training. I pushed out the tip of the pen with a “click”. I tried to write the first day's name and it wouldn't release ink. I scratched the entire sheet, but the ink just wouldn't come out.

“Fucking hell! I exclaimed in annoyance as I threw the pen across the apartment.

Tears filled with anger and frustration began to roll down my cheeks. I pulled my hair as I cried over the notebook. I was sick of living in fear, of Naoya always knowing where I was, of him not understanding that I didn't want to go back to him. These false memories bombarding my mind every time I saw him made me mad. I had to end this. I had to finish him off no matter what. Yes, he would fight against Sukuna, but I must pull some strings behind the scenes to ensure our victory.

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baby, you're the sweetest thing ❀ nanami kento

chapter 3

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If someone had asked you 2 years ago where you thought you would be right now, you wouldn’t have even blinked before answering. Married to your boyfriend. Living with him in his family home. Visiting your own maybe once a week. Maybe you might have even had a kid with him. You certainly wouldn’t be working in a small publishing office as an editor, living alone in a tiny apartment in a city hundreds of miles away from your family. Unwilling to visit the very house you grew up in. But you had learned quickly that life rarely goes the way you plan it. You’re certainly feeling it right now, watching your ex-boyfriend stand next to your own sister, the both of them watching you in trepidation.

The awkward silence is broken by your mother. “You’re here, then. Despite ignoring my calls. Good that you remembered you had a family.” Your head pivoted to meet hers, and you cross your arms. “I’m sure you got my messages. Can’t have the family wondering why the bride’s own sister didn’t show up to the wedding, right?”

The matriarch of the Morita family shoulders past you into the house. She’s as put together as you remember, her hair pulled into a bun perfectly, her clothes without a speck of dirt or wrinkle on them. Your sister follows her, stopping before you. She hasn’t said a word to you yet, and you simply raise an eyebrow at her. “Cat got your tongue, Seiko? You certainly weren’t this subdued the last time I saw you.” She reels back, but regains her composure quickly. “I’m happy you’re visiting, (name). I would have hated for you to miss my wedding.” “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” You glance at Naoya, who’s been watching you closely. “Hey, (name). Looks like Tokyo’s been good to you.” He pulls Seiko into him, and you bite your cheek. You certainly have no more lingering feelings for him, you think. But looking at them together still stings you quite a bit.

You hear your mother scoff. “I can’t imagine your job is doing much for you. When are you going to give up on it and move back home? You’d be so much more comfortable here.” “We’re really getting into this now? It hasn’t even been an hour since I arrived, and you’re lecturing me about my life choices?” You whirl on her, your voice raising, and she meets you in kind. “You’re just being dramatic, (name). You know I’ve always wanted nothing but the best for you. Surely you know it’s a disgrace for a Morita to be working a desk job.” All you can do is stare at her in disbelief. You flush red in anger and embarrassment, noticing your father and grandmother were here too, probably hearing your raised voices. Of all the places to have it out with your mother, in front of your family as well as your ex was definitely the worst place for it. “Mom..I just-“ “No, (name). We put up with your tantrums and the silent treatment for an entire year. You’re a bit past the age for being this childish now.” Your throat tightens, your nails cutting into your palm. You should have known it was a mistake to come back. It was the exact same a year ago.

“That’s quite enough, I think.” A comforting presence surrounds you, a thick arm enveloping your waist and pulling you in. You look up, watching him come stand by you. Nanami’s face is expressionless, but his eyes are cold as he looms protectively. His hair is slightly damp, like he had just stepped out of the shower, his body warm against yours.

He noticed your gaze and smiles, bending down and kissing your forehead. Your mouth falls open as he renders everyone speechless. “(name), who is this?” Of all the people to speak up, its Naoya, cutting through the tension. The feeling of being cornered is gone, replaced by growing confidence. It’s hard to panic when you have a 6 foot tall brick wall of a man backing you up. “Ah, right. My boyfriend, Nanami Kento. I did tell you I’d be bringing someone along..” “My apologies for the interruption.” His fingers press into your waist, and you can feel how solid he is against your own body, feel his deep voice rumbling. It’s like he was engineered to tick off every single switch in your brain that made you melt into a pile of mush. You watch him as he turns to your sister and Naoya, and holds out a hand. “Congratulations on the marriage. I’ve been waiting for (name) to introduce me to her family.” He doesn’t sound very congratulatory, and you think everyone in the room realizes it. He finally turns to your mother, tilting his head towards her. “Thank you for having me. Your home is lovely.” She nods at him. Her face is mildly pale, spots of colour high in her cheeks. “Yes, well. Make yourself comfortable.” She examines him, her eyes lingering on the secure grip he has on you. “Go freshen up, (name). I’m sure you’ve missed your grandmother’s cooking.” She sighs, her fingers rubbing her forehead. Your grandmother claps, her voice cheerful. “Yes, yes, that’s quite enough. The hallway is no place for this conversation, is it?” She beckons your mother, sister and her fiancée into the kitchen, waving you and Nanami away. Your dad glances at you apologetically, before following them. They leave behind silence, and you groan, letting Nanami steer you upstairs. You notice Yuuji peeking from above the staircase, and he looks very anxious. “Thanks, Yuuji.” You peek at Nanami in confusion, wondering why he was thanking Yuuji. The boy brightens, shooting a thumbs up at him. “No problem, Nanamin!” ‘

He leads you into your room, and closes the door behind him. You collapse on your bed face down, turning your head to meet Nanami’s eyes. He sits down next to you, his fingers stroking your hair. “Nanamin?” You snort, and he shrugs. “He’s a good kid. He asked me to go downstairs when he saw what was happening.” You relax at the comforting feeling of his hand through your hair. “I’m sorry about…everything you just saw. We’re kind of a mess.” He’s silent, his hand moving downwards from your hair to your cheek. The calluses tickle your cheek and you giggle. “I know I haven’t known you for long, but you didn’t deserve to hear that.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.” You love your job in Tokyo. You love your apartment too, the creaky windows and the tap u sometimes have to jiggle to get to leak water, your collection of plants you forget to water every now and then. You love your friends too. (You especially love Gojo and Shoko right now, for sending your way god’s gift to humanity. You know you would have had a much harder time without Nanami’s support.) “But it’s okay. Just a week to get through, and I’ll be back home, and hopefully I won’t have to drag you into more family blow ups.” You sit up on the bed, dislodging his hand from your face, missing its warmth immediately. “Thank you, though, seriously. You didn’t have to do any of this.” “I’m not the selfless person you think I am.” He gets up off the bed, walking to your desk and picking up a photo of you from when you were in university. “But I’m glad I’m being helpful.” He tilts his head at you. “Feel free to use me as your shield for anything this week. That’s what I’m here for.”

You glance at his back, his muscles rippling through his shirt. A shield is certainly an apt descriptor for him. It’s weird seeing a man in your childhood bedroom. You don’t think you’ve even brought back a boy here. He looks out of place amongst the furniture, too large for life. You hope there’s nothing embarrassing left out by mistake, and you glance about your room, but its pretty safe. No weird childhood posters or unfortunate teenage photos hanging around. Something occurs to you, and you glance at Nanami, wondering how to bring it up. “Uh, Nanami..” “Kento.” “Whuh?” He turns to you, his expression stern. “Call me Kento. You’re my girlfriend for the week, aren’t you?” Your cheeks may be permanently flushed by the end of this. “Right..Kento. Would you be okay with us sleeping in the same bed? I can get you a spare otherwise..” It’d be weird to explain why you needed a spare bed when he was your boyfriend, but you’re sure you can come up with some excuse. He raises an eyebrow. “I’m comfortable with it if you are. It might be a cosy fit, though.” You’re almost thankful for the series of events that led up to this. You just shoot him a thumbs up, trying to appear unbothered. “I’m honor bound to warn you that I am a serial cuddler. Shoko has had to pry me off her too way many times whenever I’ve crashed at her place.” He bends down, placing his arms on either side of you on the bed, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “I look forward to it, sweetheart.” He pulls away so quickly you almost wonder if you imagined it. Walking towards the entrance of your room, calling out behind him. “Go shower and join us for dinner below, (name).” The door shuts behind him, and you fall back onto your bed, grabbing a pillow and mushing your face into it, muffling your screams with the fabric.

Dinner is a considerably more cheerful affair than before. Seiko and Naoya had thankfully read the room and bowed out early. You knew there was an enormous can of worms to open up there, but you decided to let sleeping dogs lie for today. Nanami is surprisingly carrying on a long conversation with your mother and father, and you’re extremely curious about what they were talking about. Knowing your mother, she’s probably grilling him about his entire history. You spend the rest of dinner joking around with Yuuji and your grandmother, shooting a glance at Nanami every now and then, which he meets with a reassuring smile. You’re happy he seems to be enjoying dinner, at least.

Night quickly arrives, and with it, the bed situation. You spend way too long deciding on a pair of pajamas, and settle on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts of respectable length. Nanami seems to have already changed, and made himself comfy, and you feel a flutter in your stomach at the way he’s sprawled on his side of the bed, his hair falling over his eyes instead of being swept up as it usually is. He’s grabbed a book off your nightstand and is perusing it, the light from your nightlamp illuminating him softly. You spend a few beats admiring the man, before joining him.

“Hi…” You whisper, slipping into the covers next to him, keeping some space between you both. He places the book down, turning his full attention onto you. He smiles at you, his brown eyes warm. “You good?” He settles in under the covers too. “I am. You’re looking tired, (name).” “It’s been a long day…” He leans over you to turn off the light, and you catch a whiff of his aftershave. He smells very good, and you feel mildly like a pervert. Your mind keeps wandering to how tall and wide he is in comparison to you. “Sorry if I steal the covers from you. My limbs take a mind of their own when I sleep.” You hear him laugh in the darkness. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. Go to sleep.” Easier said and done. You close your eyes, thinking you’ll probably be awake for most of the night making sure you don’t accidentally cuddle Kento in your sleep. You're not making contact with him, but even with your eyes closed, you feel the warmth emanating off him. You open your eyes a millimeter, trying to catch a glimpse of him. You think he's staring at you back, but it's hard to say in the dark. Eventually the day catches up with you quickly, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep and dead to the world.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #wow bed sharing trope ruin ur so innovative...#the self in self indulgent is REAL!#sorry if ive made a goof this shit is unbeta read #im using this fic as practise to get a lot of words in daily as like. pre nanowrimo warmup

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chiarrara · 6 months

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✨💞controversial jjk character ranking tier list💞✨

got some hot takes in this one that some of y'all are not gonna like... 👀 breakdowns below the cut

1. i, personally, am insane about them:

megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, shoko ieri, kittycunt choso, junpei yoshino, yuuta okkotsu

2. best boy / best girl / loml sweet baby angel 💕🫰🏽✨:

yuuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, nanamin, aoi todo, higuruma, makin zenin, toge inumaki, yuki tsukumo, ijichi, miguel odoul, kirara hoshi, jogo, kusakabe, nitta, takaba, tall idol takada, tsumiki fushiguro, utahime iori, that sumo guy & that other guy with the sumo guy (i think)

this is a packed category. itadori & kugisaki are right on the cusp of "insane about them" and "love them a lot a lot a lot" ... tsumiki should be ranked a little higher. mimiko and nanako were not included in this template, but they would go here.

3. good, in a literary sense:

satoru gojo, eso, mahito, naoya zenin, that guy megumi fought, toji fushiguro, mahoraga

so uh......toji should be higher. so should mahoraga. that's all i have to say 🙂

4. ...fine:

ino, kinji hakari, useless miwa, hanami, mai zenin, principal yaga, twink from shibuya (haruta??? apparently?), kashimo, uraume, sparky sparky boom man, that guy who throws his teeth, kechizu

this is a category for characters I have a net "meh" reaction to. some of them would be in lower tiers if I didn't like their character design.

5. induces a complicated, quiet rage in me. so incredibly infuriating, yet also boring. meant to be sympathetic, yet i have no sympathy. i will not judge you for how you dealt with insurmountable adversity, but i do not like you:

mechamaru, ui ui

this category was created specifically for mechamaru. threw ui ui in here too bc why tf not, he fits (most) of the criteria.

6. don't care:

panda, hana/angel, noritoshi kamo (the younger), anime alcoholic zenin what's his name, dagon, nishimiya, principal gakuganji, plane hair girl, sky girl (ume? uro?)

listen..... don't shoot me. in canon....they are boring to me. i don't care about them. i don't care about their backstories, I don't care about their motivations. they are literally taking up space on my page/screen that could be dedicated to someone i give a fuck about. two of them made it out of the bottom tier by being hot.

7. i want to dip them in acid, coat them in pop rocks, then dip them in lava repeatedly:

kenjaku, sukuna, tengen

...I think this is pretty self explanatory

8. literally so irrelevant i don't even know who you are:

i could not list these names if i tried

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mei mei was also not on this list. would probably warrant her own category ala mechamaru. something like: "girl, you are so complicated, and not in a good way" or "a very confusing mix of mindless attraction and disgust-fueled repulsion is waging war in my body and I don't know which side will win" or "i would pay 10,000,000¥ for you to go away... and/or step on me? + calling child services for your brother"

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✨beloved mutuals & non-beloved strangers, feel free to yell at me about this in my ask box 💕🫰🏽✨

#jjk #jujitsu kaisen #jjk tier list #controversial takes:#gojo satoru #jjk panda #mechamaru #maybe?#itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #geto suguru #i used to want to dip toji in lava #but he is very interesting to me #also a very good character #in a literary sense #chiamemes

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makipedia · 5 months

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reflections; maki x reader

:christmas kids

:master list

note: i forgot to mention this is f!reader lol

When you and Naoya were walking to the entrance, the silent part was a bit of a lie. He gave you the directions to a bullet train that would take you to the outskirts of the city (since he knows you've never left the estate in your life) where you'd have to walk up a mountain. Someone at the school already knows you're coming. How, you don't know, but you'd have to trust what Naoya told you and go with that person who knows you're coming.

The walk to the bullet train was a bit chilling, and not just from the air. There were a few lingering people who gave you weird stares as you passed by them, though you paid no mind to them. They were probably wondering what some 15 year old girl was doing out on the streets alone at 4 in the morning. During your walk, you were coming up with something to say to the principal for when you get there. It wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. Saying that you're going to Tokyo Jujutsu High School because you want to spend your life as an actual person, not just some servant who works around the estate at their lord's request, to feel an adrenaline rush in the heat of battle, to have other relationships besides a master-servant one would be a good enough reason, right?

No one was on the bullet train when it came to the stop that you were sitting at. You figured no one would be on, as it was 4 in the morning. You sat in silence the entire ride to the outskirts, thinking about what else you might say when you get to the principal while the faint music was playing over the radio.

When you got off, which was after about a 45 minute ride, you didn't bother to look out the window to see if anyone was there. You simply grabbed your bag and got off the train, stepping out onto the narrow sidewalk which led to some dirt trail that went all the way up the mountain.

You shot your eyebrows up, looking up at the giant mountain. The sky was dark blue, which meant the sun would be coming up in a little bit, and you were standing at the foot of some mountain when some guy with white hair came down from the side.

"Are you Y/n?" The man asked, getting your attention as you turned to face him. He had a smirk on his face, one that looked similar to Naoya's, and it pissed you off. That guy's first impression was already ruined and he only said three words.

"I am," You answer bluntly as you watch the man get closer and closer. His smirk turned into a wide grin as he held up his arm, "Nice! I'm Gojo Satoru!"

You crooked your brow as you narrowed your eyes; so this is Gojo Satoru. Tall, lanky, and weird. You didn't shake his hand, but you kept standing there, watching him carefully. After a moment of awkward silence, he let his arm fall and cringed.

"I didn't think we'd be getting anymore students this far into the year," Gojo commented as you and him started up the mountain. When he noticed that you were going a different direction, he stopped, turned to face you and watched you go the longer way, then chuckled to himself. "We're going this way, it's a shortcut." He nudged his head in the other direction as you looked at him. Your eyes shifted from the dirt trail to some stairs that started on the side of the mountain that you apparently didn't notice.

"So, I hear you're from the Zenin clan, huh?" He asks, tilting his head closer to you and starting conversation again, which you thought was too early for it considering it was almost 5. Still, you nod your head in response, "I came from the estate, but I'm from another clan."

"I see, another student of mine is from the Zenin clan," He continued with a grin. Your eyebrows shoot up again as you turn to face him; could he possibly be talking about Maki?

"Though she never mentioned you..." He glanced at you through his sunglasses that you thought were ridiculous since the sun wasn't even out. Your eyes lowered as your mood began to dim, Maki never talked about you? Not even once? Does she even remember you?

"Well, that's from when I've been around her, so I dunno, she might've mentioned you around her other classmates," He corrected with a shrug. You only had the energy to huff, there were so many stairs that you were beginning to think you were stuck in a matrix. "I can't wait to find out what grade you are."

"Me too," You lied, grumbling through your lips as you brought your hand up to hang on to the railing of the stairs. Gojo chuckled, watching you hold on to that railing for dear life as if your legs would fall off at any second. You glared at him as you heard him giggle, then picked yourself back up and marched up those stairs like you weren't trembling a second ago.

"We're already here...?" You looked up at some building in awe, watching it as you and Gojo got closer and closer to it. He nods with a hum as he walks past you and sped towards the building like he's in a race. You frowned a bit then decided not to do anything but keep following him.

"It's not that far of a walk when you take the short cut up the side of the mountain," Gojo says as you turn the corner to find these giant brown doors that are opened up, thanks to him. You figured that's what he was speeding past you for as you gripped the bag slung over your shoulders, walking into some poorly lit room that was only supported with a few candles sitting in the support beams.

"You're late," A loud voice boomed throughout the room as its host sat there, a bunch of dolls sitting behind him as he sat criss-crossed. You lift a brow in confusion before he speaks up again. "6 minutes to be exact. Not enough to chastise you for, though."

"Then don't chastise me," You grumble as you frown, letting your arms fall from the straps of your bag. The man sitting at the end of the room huffed, thinking for a moment. The silence was so loud, and it was equally as uncomfortable as you waited for the man to say something else.

"Why are you here," He finally spoke up. "Why do you want to be a Jujutsu sorcerer?"

This was your moment of truth, the moment you'd finally sound confident in front of the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School. You were sure you were going to get in, you'd just have to voice it and make it sound like you're not scared.

"I, uh..." now you're just disappointed in yourself, did you forget what you were gonna say? Did it all slip your mind by some chance? You couldn't let that happen, you recited that speech in your head over and over again until you saw Gojo for the first time. "I wanted to break free from the chain of command and misogyny," now you're confident in what you're going to say. "When I got the opportunity to get the hell out of that Zenin estate, I felt excitement for the first time in my life. Leaving that horrible place meant that I'd finally be living my own life and not being bossed around by some guy who I was leant to as a servant. I'd get to experience my own adrenaline rush, I'd get to have friends, I'd get to be my own person as Hatake Y/n, I'd get to use my abilities on curses and not some guy from the Zenin clan."

The room was silent after that. The man sitting at the end of the room stared at you through his sunglasses which you thought were even more ridiculous than Gojo's- his at least looked like shaders, the principal's just looked ugly. He bruted for a moment, thinking of a response to your speech. He was definitely impressed by it, not everybody comes in as confident as you do.

"Satoru, show this girl to her room," He finally stood up. He was a bit surprised that he didn't have to use his dolls that were not ordinary dolls at all. "Welcome to Jujutsu High."

"Sweet, c'mon kiddo," Gojo grinned as he turned on his heel to the open doors. You twirled around to face him, watching as he was about to stroll out from the building. Sure, you were confident in your speech, but you didn't think you'd get in on the first try, which left you a bit appalled by your immediate acceptance.

Gojo did a quarter turn, glancing at you as you were still standing there, then nudged his head the other way. "C'mon, you're in the girl's hallway." He turned back around to continue walking in the direction of the girl's dormitories. You finally collected yourself and sped after him, walking out the doors that immediately closed after you left them.

"You sure do have a way with words, Y/n," Gojo commented lightly as he turned to face you with a grin. You cringed at his toothy grin, scrunching up your face in clear disgust. "Not everybody gets in based on first impression, I feel like people are gonna like you here." he continues, facing forward as you and him turn a corner that soon leads to the actual campus, just with a 10 minute walk.

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows a bit at your silence, he was confused for a moment, wondering why you're so quiet. The speech you gave the principal was the longest you've ever talked, and that's the most Gojo's ever heard from you in the 20 minutes that he's known you. Even though it's early in the morning, and he's willing to bet you're tired from that train ride then walking up all those stairs, he's still wondering why you're so quiet. Are you always like this? Did you not have any friends back at the Zenin estate? You did, Gojo just didn't know about it.

"You're quiet, something on your mind?" he asks as he shuffles his hands into his pockets. He takes one hand right back out to push open a door to let the both of you in. You stay silent as you shake your head. "I'm always quiet."

"Well, how do you expect to make friends when you're always this quiet?" he pressed, lifting one of his platinum white eyebrows. You momentarily glance at him, watching him stare at you with wonder in his bright blue eyes that you can even see when it's dark, then turn back to face forward. "I'll figure that one out later on, I just got here."

"Fair enough," he added as he shoved his hand back into his pocket. He looked off to his right and saw a door that was cracked open, and a paper was on it that said it was free, so he immediately sped over to rip it off. Gojo turned to face you with a bright grin as he ripped the paper into bits and pieces. "This is gonna be your room now, Y/n!" he chirps loud enough so that a certain someone that was sitting in her room across the hall from him could hear.

Said girl was sitting in her room, getting ready for early morning training when she heard him say your name. Maki, who was just about to put on her glasses, took a pause at the mention of your name. Her eyes are wide with shock, her body is still and unmoving, and she almost forgot how to breathe for a moment before she collected herself by shaking her head quickly. Maki put her glasses on then quietly crept to her door, staying silent as she pressed her ear to it to eavesdrop on you and Gojo.

"It's too early for all that," you grumble as you walk through the door that Gojo opened. Your new room was much larger than your old one back at the Zenin estate; you had an actual bed with blankets and pillows, a closet that you could walk into, and a bathroom that you could use. It was like a dream, one you've never had, but it felt so nice to have a room like this. The smallest smile crept upon your lips as you're walking further into the room; you spot a sliding glass door which opened up to a small backyard that had a small patio on it. This was the lap of luxury, if you've ever seen it. (you haven't)

"Nice, isn't it?" Gojo chirps as he walks into the room, admiring it like you are. You hum as you hastily place your stuff down onto the floor then plop down on your seemingly soft bed. He grins, watching you enjoy yourself as your arms are spread out onto your bed like you're making a snow angel.

Across the hall, Maki huffs as she can't hear you and Gojo anymore, then finally leaves the door, standing in front of it as she sets her hands on her hips. Maki thought that Gojo should've told her that you'd be coming here, it would've saved her the groggy surprise that she got so early in the morning. Maybe that's what she gets for always waking up. Then she wondered how he'd tell the others- Panda, Toge and Yuta. Would they be excited? Would Toge and Panda overgreet you and bombard you with questions? Just the thought of her friends overwhelming you irritated her, she had to keep that from happening, especially since she knows how quiet you are.

"Welp, it's still 5 in the morning, so you can sleep for a bit longer if you'd like," Gojo says as he turns to face the doorway. He shuts the door when he leaves, grinning to himself before walking down the hallway. Right as he starts, another door slides open to reveal Maki standing there with her spear in its red case. Gojo turns to face her with a lifted brow, "Good morning, student of mine." he grins once again as he watches Maki shut her door.

"You didn't tell me they were joining us," she grumbles quietly as she approaches him. Gojo cringes, squaring his shoulders as he continues his stroll down the hall. Maki followed after him as she was going over to the training room for a little bit before classes started.

Gojo shrugged, "I didn't know about it until last night, anyways. I wasn't gonna trek all the way to your room at 11 in the evening just to let you know that Y/n's gonna be here today," he admitted as the both of them turned a corner. Maki narrowed her eyes as she frowned; she shouldn't be so irritated, but she is. She herself doesn't know why, but maybe it's because Gojo seemed so cheeky about keeping that a secret, even if he did find out at 11 in the evening. She just didn't like the idea of having you being kept a secret.

"Are they gonna be in class with us today?" she asks, breaking the silence going on between them. Gojo nods with a hum, "Yup. I should be getting her ID card here in a little bit from principal Yaga," He answers as the two of them turn another corner. Maki lets out a sigh of relief, one that she's been holding in since she first heard Gojo utter your name earlier.

"So I see that you and Y/n used to be friends at the Zenin estate, huh?" Gojo teased, nudging his elbow at her. Maki frowns as she slaps his arm away and distances herself from him as he giggles. The walk down the hall is silent for the rest of the time before Gojo makes the turn to head to the nurse's office.

"I'll see ya later, Maki," he chirps before turning down the hall. Maki doesn't say anything and instead walks up to the vending machine sitting against the wall and taking out her card. Her eyes scan the machine while she looks for what she wants, then ultimately chooses this thing of chocolate, typing in the combination and swiping her card. As her chocolate falls from the bracket, Maki looks to her right and notices the sun is peeking beyond the horizon to say goodmorning to the world.

Maki takes her chocolate that hit the bottom of the vending machine then swiftly leaves the hallway to go to the training room. For some odd reason, her chest feels heavy as she's walking towards the training room. It's irritating her because she can't think why it's happening. She's as healthy as a horse, and her mental health is average, which makes her positive she's not having an anxiety attack, so why does it feel like her heart is sinking?

She simply shakes her head as she slides open the door, revealing a room with a mat on the floor and a bunch of training weapons hung up on the wall, and a punching bag on the other side of the room. She sighs, walking in and setting her red case down before popping her knuckles. Maki walks over to the punching bag after wrapping bandages around her knuckles, pausing for a moment to collect herself.

Eventually she raises her arm to punch it, the impact sending the punching bag swinging back and forth while Maki simply stands in front of it. She's not throwing another punch, she realizes after a moment of the bag that's still swinging. Why's she not punching a punching bag? Normally she's tearing it up by now, but today she's stiff, like she physically can't throw a punch at the moment. Now she's irritated to no end, between Gojo keeping your arrival a secret, the heavy weight on her chest, and now her inability to punch a punching bag, something she does everyday, she's pissed. Now she has to prevent herself from lashing out at her friends today, especially not in front of you.

Speaking of you, you're laying flat on your bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the sun to keep rising. Your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, waiting for life to give you permission to see the other students that go here. You were curious, what were they like? Were they nice? Were they spunky? Were they rude, Were they foul-mouthed? All these questions of possible character traits were floating in your head like you're counting sheep, eventually making you a little dizzy, so you shake your head to make the questions disappear.

You sigh deeply, twiddling your thumbs together as you lay there, stiff on your bed and counting the specks on the popcorn ceiling. That was boring, to say the least, which there was a lot to say about it, but you didn't bother to comment since no one would be listening. Popcorn ceilings can contain asbestos, and they could cause mesothelioma cancer. Not a very good ceiling, you would think. The only good thing about them is that they're better at absorbing sound, like if someone's playing loud music in a room.

Though the activity was boring, it did keep you occupied until the sun fully came up. You noticed it when your room was especially bright, which made you squint your eyes at the sunlight entering your room. The door slid open a moment later, revealing a woman with beautiful brown hair walking in and setting your uniform down on your bed.

"Gojo told me about you, he said you needed a uniform," she informed as she left it there, standing up straight and in front of you. She smiled a bit, though that did nothing to hide her dark bags underneath her eyes. "Hope you enjoy your first day," she finishes before turning on her heel to leave the room, shutting the door behind her to let you change.

You stared at the uniform like it's a bug, watching it as if it's about to move. Then, you crept your hand towards it to pull the shirt closer, holding in front of you by the sleeves. It looked pretty cute, there was a little gold button at the collar which was probably a giveaway that you're a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You let go of one sleeve and brought your hand up to unbutton the shirt so you could slip it on later. You removed your own shirt, letting it fall onto the hardwood floor and picked up the undershirt that was sitting next to you on your bed. It took you a while to unbutton that, but you do eventually, pushing your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it back up. Then you looked at the dark blue uniform shirt, picking it up and slipping it on.

After getting dressed, you walked around your room for a moment to adjust to your pants before walking over to your door, sliding it open and stepping out. You huffed, shutting the door and turning to face the opposite direction that you and Gojo came from earlier. The hallway is empty, which surprises you since Gojo also told you that this is usually the time that the others wake up, too. You shrugged it off after a moment, you figured that's because Jujutsu sorcerers are such a minority in the world, and that there's probably only a handful of people here at the school, much less students.

You were a bit lost, so it took you a while to make your way around the school since you were looking for the cafeteria. Gojo was wandering around too, and he immediately took you and stuffed you into one of the classrooms down the hall to make sure nobody saw you walking around. He said that nobody else knows you're here yet, so he wanted it to be a surprise to all the other students. You were confused, but ultimately agreed to hide in here and waited for Gojo to kick the wall in the other room to let you know that the others are ready.

"Gooood morning, everybody!" Gojo chirped as he threw his arms open. Everyone was sitting at their desks with deadpan expressions- even this one anxious looking boy seemed a bit unimpressed at the moment. Gojo bat his eyelashes under the bandages covering his eyes quickly at the silence everyone was giving him, then cleared his throat. "Now, you all must be wondering what you're doing here instead of being in your dumb classes," he started as he let his arms fall to his sides. Nobody said anything or asked anything, everybody simply stayed quiet. Maki crossed her legs, resting her arm on the back of the chair and tapping her knee for a moment while Gojo was looking for something else to say.

"Uhh...y'know how we all randomly get new students in the middle of the year, right?" he grinned while scratching the back of his head. His platinum white hair was standing upright, seeming as excited as he was to introduce you in just a few moments, but that would have to wait for a few more minutes. The four students looked at each other, then back at Gojo.

"So, uhh...everyone, get excited!" Gojo chirped as he was about to raise his leg. When he saw that everyone didn't give him the reaction he wanted, he frowned a bit.

"Get excited, damnit!"

Everyone still remained silent as Gojo kicked the wall with his heel, signaling for you to leave the other classroom and come into the room to introduce yourself.

The bang got your attention as you shot up from the chair, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the classroom and walking right into the next one. When the door opened, everyone turned their heads to face it as you walked through. Each and every one of those four students scowled a bit at your presence; cursed energy wise, Maki didn't have anything to frown at. It was how quiet you are at the moment. The others, Panda, Toge and Yuta, were a bit overwhelmed at your cursed energy presence. The three of them could already tell that you have a lot of cursed energy, which means a lot of baggage needs to be unpacked, but not right now, you just saw them for the first time.

Then, your eyes landed on Maki, who was staring at you intensely as the frown never left her face. You did think it was a bit impolite to walk in quietly and stay like that without saying anything to your old friend, but you were simply out of words at the moment. You were appalled to actually see Maki going here. You thought Naoya made a bad guess and sent you to the wrong school, but no, here she is, Maki Zenin in the flesh.

Gojo looked at you then glanced at everyone else. He knew that Maki knew you, so he decided to keep quiet on that and let the others find that one out for themselves. Gojo eventually cleared his throat to cut through the thick silence in the atmosphere.

"So uh, this is Y/n Hatake!" he chirped, throwing his arms open once again to introduce you. Everyone looked at you with deadpan expressions, and it made you a bit uncomfortable. Did they already not like you? What about Maki? What's her deal?

"Everyone, be nice to Y/n! They came from the Zenin clan literally a few hours ago, so be nice and get along!" Gojo demanded as everyone continued sitting there in silence. The anxious looking boy parted his lips to say something, only for nothing to come out.

Gojo frowned, he was getting a bit irritated at the silent treatment everyone was giving you, even to himself. So, he grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you over in front of him, his hands still on your shoulders as you scowled at them.

"They're all being rebellious at the moment, so I'll make a quick introduction!" he chirped as he pat your shoulders with his hands.

"That one over there is cursed speech user Inumaki Toge!" Gojo pointed at the small boy with white hair. He waved when your eyes landed on him.

"Over here, we have special grade Okkotsu Yuta!" he pointed at the anxious looking boy with black messy hair.

"That's Panda!" Gojo pointed at the panda standing next to the desk.

"Sup. I'm Panda."

"Then, we have cursed tool user, Zenin Maki!" he eventually pointed at Maki with a much more enthusiastic finger. Your scowl left as you finally looked at Maki. Her arms were now crossed, as well as her legs, and her expression remained mundane as she stared right back at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat, then hesitantly raised your arm to sheepishly wave at her.

"Alright! I hope you all can get along nicely!" Gojo chirped as he pat you on the shoulder one more time before speeding out of the uncomfortable room, leaving you behind. You shuddered under everyone's intense stare, even that boy over there, Yuta, looked a bit intimidating when Gojo announced his grade. Eventually, you swallowed the pit of saliva sitting in your mouth with a loud and nervous gulp.

Maki unclenched her jaw, then rested her forearms on the desk. "So, you're finally coming here, huh?" she questioned while the other three boys turned to look at her. You nodded sheepishly, your silence irritating her a bit. She frowned slightly, then rested her chin on her palm. "Was it boring without me?" she continued, tapping her chin while she sat there. Yuta lifted a brow before glancing at you. "You know Maki-san?"

"We...we talked sometimes while she was still at the Zenin estate," you admitted, eyes flickering to Maki as she stared at you with an indifferent expression. Yuta hummed, then stayed silent after that. Nobody else said anything after that, so Maki decided to step up and talk to you again.

"How was it? Letting Naoya treat you like shit?" she pressed, lifting a brow. The topic made you even more uncomfortable than you already were. You weren't quite sure how to feel about him. He always bossed you around with that annoying smug tone in his voice whenever he requests something of you, yet you didn't quite hate him. You were definitely not fond of him, but when he was being soft for the first time last night, you couldn't shake the feeling of protection that he gave off. No, you're not confusing it for love; he's 25 and you're 15, that could never work, even as a big brother-little sister relationship.

"...It was pretty bad, to say the least," you said sheepishly. Your knees had been locked in for so long that you forgot you could stand properly now. Maki scoffed, not surprised at your response as she was expecting something negative.

"Not gonna lie, I think you should've left earlier, to save you from Naoya being a dick all the time," she said truthfully. You chewed on the bottom of your lip in silence, waiting for her to say something else.

"But, I'm still glad you got out of there," she admitted before the door slid open again, and everyone turned to face Gojo as he rushed in with an ID card in his hand.

"I forgot to give this to you, but here you go!" Gojo chirps as he hands you an ID card that had your name on it. Everyone else got up from their seats to get a look at your card, Maki was the first one to spring up and grab it first.

"You've got a good technique, so you're probably a first grade sorcerer," she said before getting a good look at your card. Her eyes blew open, and so did everyone else's a few seconds later when they saw what grade you were.

"Special grade?!"

"Now Yuta's got a grade buddy!"

"Shake."

You cringed at everyone's reactions, you knew your cursed technique was strong, even Naoya said that it was better than his own, but you didn't think it would land you in such a strong grade like that. "Uhh...well that's unexpected."

"Clearly," Maki grumbles as she hands you back your card. "You're already stronger than me, that's bullshit," she grumbles again with a frown. You clench your jaw and take the card back, shoving it in your pocket. Panda chuckles as he glances at you, "Do ya like the idea of fall practice?"

"What-?"

"No, they don't! They just got here, leave them alone!" Maki scolded the doll with a frown while Panda and Toge snickered at her lashing out. She rolled her eyes before looking back at you as you were staring at her sheepishly. "Don't listen to them- you don't have to take the fall practice today."

"That's so unfair! You're mean to everybody but you're nice to Y/n?!"

"That's because I don't care about you, so suck it!"

"That's so mean!"

"I don't care! You can suck it too, Yuta!"

You cringed as you watched Maki scold the three boys, then a tiny smile crept upon your lips as she finally finished, turning back to face you with a frown. She shook her head briefly, "Those three and Gojo are the reason why I hate boys."

"I can relate," you admit quietly, nodding in agreement. Maki quickly shot her head back at you with a lifted brow, "You swing that way?"

"What?! No?! Well- I don't know?!" you squealed as your face began to heat up. Maki hums, a smile stretching across her face for a moment. "That's ok, I do too."

"I said I don't?!"

"I don't believe that."

"I don't though!"

Maki gave you a knowing look, one that she never gives to any of the boys. Your face heated up once again under her stare as she continued to smirk, then turned on her heel to walk towards the door.

"C'mon, if ya don't wanna do fall practice, then you can train with me."

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 7 months

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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part after five but not part 6 (one shot),

it is often rare for lord toji to bring in guests, ameera tells you. unbeknownst to all of you, word of one of the greatest handlers for the underworld having a little... sweetheart, was big enough news to stir the world of god drama.

"it's sir zenin!" madam mildred hisses at both you and ameera. ameera, who holds a look as if she's seen a ghost, turns to inform you. "sir zenin is the worst of gods, he's one of the cousins to his excellence toji."

"why are you both acting like death is at the door?" you question.

"he's probably here because he found out his cousin toji has a new little woman in his garden," mildred sighs, "ameera is too young, I am too old, and the nuns are out of question leaving you as the only viable source for any god to consider you."

"consider me for what, mildred?" suddenly, towering behind you three stands tall and for the first time you gulp, seeing a look in toji's eyes.

"mildred," he speaks, "what's going on?"

"your cousin, dear excellence." she slightly bows her head. "would you like me to fix him up a pla-"

"-that won't be necessary, mildred." toji sticks out and waves a gentle hand so as to be dismissive. "thank you." the three of you watch him walk forward, hands on the door handles. it is now when you notice the expanse of his back. muscles expand and contract. "I'll have you ladies stay in here and not interfere as I talk to my cousin, alright?" the three of you nod as he looks back at you three. with the open and close of a door, he's out. your heart suddenly pounds quickly, racing as you search for answers.

you're thankful for ameera as the two of you scram towards an opening she's called as 'discreet', unknown to those around the house. helping you up, the two of you sit and stand on a couple of wooden boxes, standing on your tip-toes as you turn your head and see toji conversing to a man who appears to be his opposite. regardless of them being cousins.

"that's naoya," ameera whispers, "lady mildred says he's infamous for stealing wives and women whenever and however he pleases." she says, "I'm not a woman, but mildred says toji meant for it that way so as to keep me safe." you catch into the innocence of her words, not knowing the full extent of what harm is, but knowing enough it is better to stay away.

"you think he wants to harm us?"

"Our excellence wouldn't allow it," answers ameera with assurance, "he's made things to ensure that, but since naoya shares a bloodline with him... it's not exactly easy keeping a god away from this place." she says.

the two of you watch. toji stands tall, with hands on either side of his hips as he makes naoya take a step back, but he persists, smiling and attempting to saunter his way inside.

"oh, is that really a way to greet your cosuin, toji?" naoya grins. "I thought we were family..."

"you know well why I departed from the family naoya. you out of everyone knows best our values don't align, so why return where you're not welcome?"

"you wound me cousin," he offers a dramatized sigh and look, "all I am is coming to see how my cousin is. heard so much about you and how you might have a little..."

"that's not true." toji pauses, giving the effect of sternness. "wherever you heard that, is false."

"mmm.... the family whom you got a certain pair of earrings said otherwise, cousin."

"what business have you meddling with humans now?"

"there's a village not far from there with a tribal leader who is causing disputes amongst the gods. something about a virgin disappearing into the woods. might know anything about it?"

toji huffs, "some nerve of you to think I spend my days following virgins. you forget I'm not like you, naoya. now, if that's all, you can make way for yourself, I have somewhere to go."

"you won't happen to have a virgin within these walls, now don't you?"

"it's disgusting how you keep bringing this up. all there is here are old maidens, girls, and nuns. you'd be wise to keep yourself out of here." ushering him out, naoya hums. "very well, but I'll keep an ear out if I hear anything." toji makes a noise.

"you do that, but it's best you stay out these waters, naoya. I have enough on my plate as it is."

nothing much happens other than short conversation. both you and ameera turn to look at one another and spill the information to lady mildred who only sighs, confirming the allegations of naoya.

later that day, toji alerts all of you to avoid hanging by the main entrance during certain hours of the day. just for a few days, he advises.

but you think there's something more to this when he comes back two days later with a bracelet in his hand. when you inquire, he says. "I want you to wear this at all times." a firmness to his voice makes you freeze, "I don't ever want you to leave this place," he says. "not without me."

#eeeeeek!!!!#okay okay #I just HAD to okay???#5 parts in one day #expect either another update or never to be seen again :(#I really hope I make more tho #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #toji #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #fushiguro

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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Psychotherapy

Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

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the-ayakashi-in-me · 11 months

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If Spring is here, can Winter be far behind?

Summary:

"I may not be chosen by God. But I have been chosen by fate."

The disappearance of Crown Prince Satoru Gojo, all but leaves the Empire in disarray. With no one else fit to inherit the throne, Princess Shiyori Gojo must now take on the challenge of finding her brother and being the Emperor chosen by fate.

Starring: SatoSugu, Nanami x OC, Naoya x OC and practically everyone from JJK.

Genre: ANGST, isekai au, drama, fluff (eventually), and whatever genre you use to feed your delusions.

Warnings: JJK is a warning on its own, toxic relationships, violence, a little gore, probable eventual smut, MANGA SPOILERS, established relationship, ANGST, mental illness, characters might be a little OOC. (Lemme know if I've missed anything)

A/N: Did I just re-emerge outta nowhere? Kinda. Did I finish my previous series? No. Will that stop me from starting a new one? Also no. Anyway, welcome to my new series, which is basically my delulu isekai version of JJK where everyone is happy and more importantly ALIVE. As always constructive criticism is always welcome. And reblogs are highly appreciated.

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Gloom

Yuta wondered if this was a funeral. Because it certainly didn’t feel like a coronation. What else could it be? In the empire’s defence, the citizens were all in mourning. The loss of their beloved Crown Prince had come as too much of a shock. No one could have ever foretold, that the preeminent Satoru Gojo would just altogether cease to exist one day.

After all, he was the child of prophecy, the child of magnitude; that sanctified the Akutami Empire by just being born. The one, Goddess Utahime herself had endowed with greatness—the one drowning in quintessence.

Naturally, next to him, Princess Shiyori paled in comparison without a doubt. She had no unique gifts, no particular talents, no extraordinarity. Worst of all, she was a woman. The only thing she had going on for her, was that she was born into royalty. However, that too, along with everything else was attributed to her impartial luck.

When someone like that, was suddenly proclaimed the next Emperor, anguish and opposition were all but expected. The whole kingdom was in protest. “She’s not strong enough. She’s not tall enough. She’s not man enough.”

Yuta gracefully rolled his princely eyes. Of course, she wasn’t man enough. She was a woman, after all. And she was the most resilient woman, he had ever known. It was stupid, selfish and rude to expect her to be a man. But, how and where do you even begin to explain these sentiments to this brainwashed crowd? You can’t, simply because they won’t listen.

But, Yuta wasn’t here for that today. He wasn’t here to sway the hearts of his people. He was here for his sister. This was her coronation now, her ascension. Yes, this coronation was meant for the Crown Prince, his questionably beloved teacher. But the Crown Prince was not around and someone must ascend the throne today.

Princess Shiyori, with tear-stained eyes, had pleaded with him to take on the role. “Even if you are an illegitimate child, our people will always have far more faith in you, than they will in me.”

Yuta didn’t remember much that had transpired that day, after all the whole kingdom was set a buzz with the disappearance of the Crown Prince. He too had been a part of the search party. The tremendous exhaustion and anguish of losing someone precious had him reeling on his own two feet.

However, even in that state, his conviction did not falter. “Yes. I know. But…I’m sorry Shiyori. I cannot bring myself to do it.”, and that tore down the walls he so carefully built while growing up in the palace. That day, he wept over the loss of a brother, a mentor and a friend. He wept over his incompetence, his disappointment, his selfishness, for it only burdened his venerated sister. That day he wept till he could weep no more, all the while, Princess Shiyori held him together in her gentle and warm embrace.

“I’m sorry I asked you to do something so arduous. I won’t ask again.”

“No…I’m sorry for putting you in a quandary.”

That day, Yuta mourned a lot of things. But not even for a moment did he grieve over the fate of the empire. After watching that kind smile spread over her face that day, he knew the empire was in good hands. For he knew, Shiyori Gojo was far more capable than he and him combined.

Fifty-seven years. That’s how long High Priest Gakuganji had been in service of the great Utahime. All this time, and yet he was farther than ever, in comprehending the divine. He had previously crowned two monarchs. Today he was supposed to crown the Crown Prince. But, “Utahime works in mysterious ways, your Majesty.” he attempted to console the previous Emperor.

However, there is little that can console a father mourning the loss of his oldest child. Not that he was the best father. No, he’d been too selfish for that. But he was always proud of his children.

He was proud of Satoru, he had every chance to become like his father, but he didn’t. Every day he lived up to all the lofty standards the prophecy had burdened him with. He reigned victorious in the War of A Hundred Demons. He even took his illegitimate brother under his wing. He was the empire’s hero, his ancestors’ pride.

He was also proud of Yuta. Yes, his mother came from a humble background. And yes, he suffered an unsurmountable amount of grief at a very young age. However, once he was able to overcome that, he fit right in the palace. Honestly, when it came to royal etiquette, he left Satoru far behind. Truth, be told, the empire would be far from distraught if he were to become the Emperor. But, Yuta never wanted the throne. He was happy being appointed as the Viscount of Okkotsu.

And Shiyori, he was proud of her too, wasn't he? Satoru was eight when Shiyori was born. She was frail since birth. Born under a Heavenly Pact, her cursed mana was insanely high, however, as is with most pacts, her weak body wasn’t built to handle the power. She nearly died when she was ten, the first and last time she used her power. After that incident, both he and Satoru forbade her from using cursed mana. So she didn’t, she was home-schooled. To top it all she suffered from chronic respiratory illness.

His majesty heaved a heavy sigh. No, he couldn’t remember a single instance where he was proud of his daughter. He was always worried, always apprehensive when it came to his middle child. Shiyori could topple over with a strong breeze, and yet (despite the two sturdy ones he had), Utahime deemed this child to be fit for the throne? Well, he could now empathize with his citizens.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months

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Pomegranate Ink: XXVI

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: You reunite with the remaining students and figure out what your next steps should be.

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Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.9k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: this is the most transition chapter to ever transition chapter LMAOAOA i’m so sorry but after everything w the shibuya chapter i think we need one where lowkey nothing happens. sorry i didn’t rehash tengen’s culling games speech but i was not writing all of that 💯 it’s the same as whatever was in the manga so if you want a refresher just look at the culling games wiki page or smth.

“Y/N,” a soft voice whispered in your ear. “Wake up, Y/N. We managed to sneak you out of there, but you have to wake up now.”

The hands which held yours were burnt but otherwise familiar, the shape of the palms and the length of the fingers both things that you had long ago memorized. For a moment, you did not let your eyes open, wanting to linger in the dream you had been having, but you knew you owed it to her to do that much.

It was Maki. You knew that that was true — the girl in front of you was definitely Maki, but she was not Maki as you had ever seen her. Her hair had been lopped short, and she was wearing her round glasses from your first year instead of the rectangular frames you had grown accustomed to seeing on her. The sleeves of her uniform had been cut off, and a short cape was settled around her shoulders, but none of this was the greatest surprise: it was the scars criss-crossing up her arms, down her neck, and over her face that took you aback, as well as the bandage wound around her head and over one of her eyes.

“Maki,” you whispered. “Who—?”

Her expression was grim. “Probably the same bitch that did that to you.”

You glanced down at your own palms, and then your eyes widened as you realized that they, too, were mottled with burn scars. Hesitantly, you reached up and touched your neck, only to feel the same puckered skin around it — like a collar, but ten times as hideous. Jogo’s permanent brand on your body. An indelible reminder of what had happened to you in Shibuya, of what you had done.

“Composition shouldn’t leave scars like this,” you said, fumbling about, trying to find something to grab onto but coming up empty. “It’s too perfect, too precise. Who healed us?”

“Ieri,” Maki said. “The L/Ns were too busy dealing with Sukuna’s victims, so none of them were free to help us. It’s not a problem. We both were able to pull through, even if we look a little worse off than before.”

“Too busy…dealing with Sukuna’s victims?” you repeated hollowly.

“A lot of people were hurt in the attack,” a new voice said. It was a tall woman, with eyes like gold and pale hair cascading down her back. “I’m Yuki Tsukumo, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met formally before, though I’ve definitely heard about you.”

“That’s not the case,” you said. “That’s not why they didn’t heal Maki and I.”

You didn’t understand it. Why had your father chosen to do that? He wouldn’t even heal you and Maki? Was it not enough that he had already refused to save Tullia? You weren’t anything without her, and that, too, confused you. Why had he taken away your other half? If he wanted you to be a healer, then why had he abandoned your Composition when she needed him? If he loved you, then why had he left you to die?

“What do you mean?” Maki said. Something curled in you as you looked at your hands, the hands that had used Composition to destroy Tullia and then hadn’t even been able to draw upon it once more in order to save her. You wished you could trade your body with Maki’s. You were the one who deserved to be burnt all over. Maki didn’t. You were the one who had used Composition against Jogo instead of thinking of another method. You were the one who brought Tullia to Sukuna. You should’ve argued with your father. You should’ve threatened him, forced him into it somehow.

But what kind of threats would’ve been believable from a girl who was barely clinging to life herself? What kind of man listened to a filthy child who could not even save her best friend, the very source of her power? Of course he had not done anything. Of course he had not lifted even one finger in your aid.

“It’s my fault,” you said, your lower lip trembling as tears welled in your eyes. You needed something to hold onto. You needed something to hold on to, or else you’d probably disappear, sink underground and never come back — or maybe you’d light on fire once again, and this time you wouldn’t try to put it out. You needed something to hold on to, but there was nothing. Your hands grasped only at the empty air. “It’s my fault.”

“Y/N, Maki? You’re both here, too?” Itadori said. And even though his voice was different, his face kinder, more tired than angry, even though you knew he was your beloved junior and not anyone else, you still felt claws squeezing around your burnt throat at the sight of him.

As you watched, invisible slashes cut through Tullia’s body, thousands upon thousands of them so that her remains did not even resemble a person anymore, so that she was nothing more than a fallen heap of blood and cloth and poison sitting before you.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t see anything but that ghastly image, played over and over, the moment that she burst apart imprinted on your mind. Somewhere, dimly, someone called your name, but you covered your ears. It sounded too similar to the way he said it, like you were the curse and he was your victim. Y/N L/N. He was the King of Curses, and you bore the name of the woman who sealed him. Y/N L/N.You could not stand to hear those words, not when they had only ever caused you grief. Y/N L/N. Tullia would still be alive if that was not your name.

“Y/N,” Yuta said, prying your hands from your ears and holding them together, enveloped in the warmth of his own. “Y/N, it’s alright. It’s just me.”

“Yuta?” you said. He nodded at you, the blue of his eyes so soft. How could he look at you like that? How could he see your mutilated neck, feel your scarred palms, and still stand to look at you like that? “Yuta, is that really you?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m sorry I came so late. I’m sorry you had to do so much by yourself. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.”

“It’s my fault,” you said again, one tear dripping onto where your hands were joined, then another, then another. “It’s all my fault. What do they want from me? What is so important that they can kill Tullia for it? Why was I — why was I even born?”

You weren’t sure if you were talking about the L/Ns or Sukuna or both. Why were you still alive but she was dead? Why had you been spared but she hadn’t been? Sukuna hated you but killed her. The L/Ns were abandoned by you but ignored her. Everything that had happened to her had only happened because of you. The girl who had always saved you — that very association was the reason she was dead.

Yuta wrapped one arm around your waist, using the other to cradle the back of your head as you began to cry in earnest, your fingers gripping the collar of his white jacket. At some point, your legs gave out, but with just his one arm, he supported your weight, holding you against him as you sobbed, using the other to stroke your hair in a vain attempt to comfort you.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered. “You tried to save her. You would’ve given up anything to save her. How can it be your fault that she’s dead?”

“I’m the one who used Composition against that disaster curse,” you said. “I didn’t have to do that. I didn’t have to keep going. I should’ve saved enough energy that I could’ve healed her.”

“If you hadn’t done that, then you both would’ve died,” he said. You surmised Itadori had filled him in about what had happened in Shibuya, or perhaps he had gotten an official report — you weren’t quite sure how long it had been since you had fainted, only that you had woken up beside Maki on the small sofa in the school’s basement. “There was nothing else you could’ve done. You had to at least save yourself.”

“But why am I even still alive? What am I supposed to do now?” you said before pausing, a new life entering you as you remembered something. You ripped yourself free from Yuta’s embrace, addressing the entire room. The others paused in their conversations as you regarded all of them with something resembling excitement. “Where’s Gojo?”

Nobody spoke for a minute, all trading uncomfortable looks. You waited patiently for one of them to explain; finally, Maki cleared her throat.

“Er, Y/N, didn’t you hear he was sealed?” she said.

“Of course I did, or we — I wouldn’t have gone into the station,” you said, tripping over your words. “But you all managed to unseal him, right?”

Further silence. Maki looked at the ground. She was always so blunt, but this time, she was stepping on eggshells around you, like you were prone to shattering at any instant. In fact, all of them — Itadori, Megumi, Maki, Yuki, the man with the spiky ponytails, and even Yuta — were studiously avoiding your curious gaze. You cocked your head, hoping for someone to elaborate.

“No,” Maki said finally, like she was the elected speaker of the group or something.

“No? Well, I guess it wouldn’t be that simple,” you said. “Where is the prison realm, then? We need it to figure out how to unseal him, right? Which one of you has it?”

“None of us. We don’t have it at all,” Itadori said, finally speaking up, daring to look at you with eyes that were the color of oak, not blood. The resemblance was still uncanny, but that small thing was enough that you could differentiate between him and that other, settling you slightly, though his words made you pause.

“You don’t have it?” you said, taking a step backwards. “What do you mean? Where is it?”

“They took it,” Itadori said. “The curse users. They have him.”

“Stop,” you said. Another step backwards. “Don’t make things up. I just lost my best friend. Don’t — don’t say something like that. You can’t take someone else from me, too.”

“We’ll get him back,” Yuki Tsukumo said. “I give you my word that we will. It’s just for the moment—”

“Why?” you said. “Why did none of you save him?”

Why hadn’t you saved him? That was really what you wanted to ask. Why hadn’t you been strong enough to save him? What could you even do? Too weak to save Gojo. Too weak to save Tullia. Why did it matter that you were the girl that had brought someone back to life? That was all everyone talked about, ever since that day. Y/N L/N, the girl who brought someone back to life. But besides Yuta, who exactly had you saved?

“That’s what we’re going to do,” Megumi said. “That’s why we’re here now. We’re going to get answers out of Master Tengen, and from there, we’ll do something to free him, find some way to get him out of their clutches. Will you help us?”

It was Maki who you stared at, then. How much had she suffered? How much had your poor Maki hurt when she had burned? And then to think she hadn’t even been afforded the favor of a L/N to use Composition on her! It wasn’t just for aesthetic appearances — the healing process was slower, more painful, even downright excruciating if any other Reverse Cursed Technique was used. Her entire body had been in flames, she had fought a special grade but still stubbornly clung to life, and they had not even considered her to be their priority despite the clear need she displayed.

“Yes,” you said, deciding something in that moment, interlocking your fingers with Yuta, using him as your sole pillar of support, aching at what you were giving up but knowing you had to do it. “I will help you. But I will not fight.”

“What do you mean?” Maki said immediately, furiously. She crossed the room in an instant, holding your face in her hands like she could force you to listen by doing that. “What do you mean, you won’t fight?”

“Maki,” Yuta said in immediate disapproval, shaking his head slightly. Her eye flicked to him before she reluctantly let go of you. You didn’t blame her; she of all people knew how much you wanted to fight, what it meant for you to use Dissection. Because it was not just exorcising; Dissection was your liberation, your freedom from the constraints of your clan, the constraints of who you were.

“Y/N?” she said. “How can you say something like that?”

“I’ll never use Dissection again,” you said. “My father and the higher ups…they were right. I was never meant to fight. I’m a prodigy with Composition, so that’s what I should focus on. I’m the girl who brought someone back to life, so why have I been deluding myself by thinking that I’ll ever amount to anything else? I mean, a Grade 1 sorcerer, really? I only even got that promotion because I revived Yuta.”

“That’s not true!” To your surprise, it was Megumi saying that, which was completely uncharacteristic of him. When he noticed everyone was looking at him with varying degrees of shock, his ears turned pink, and he coughed. “I mean, um. You know, you helped me out a lot that day that Itadori ate the finger and all, so I was just talking about that.”

“But the moment you understood why I was held in such high regard by the higher ups was the exchange event, when I saved you from dying to the cursed buds,” you reminded him. “It was Composition once again that truly earned your respect.”

“It’s a good idea, actually, for you to remain a healer. Like you said, you’re on a different level entirely when it comes to the Reverse Cursed Technique, so it would be illogical for us to send you out to battle and risk you when you might be the only barrier between life and death for any of us, should it come down to that,” Yuki Tsukumo said.

They planned on treating you in the same way that they treated Shoko Ieri. It was an uncomfortable thought, imagining everyone fighting on the front lines without you, but you knew you had to come to terms with it. You had tried your hand at fighting already, and all you had done was kill one of your best friends. Even then, even when you had done that, you had had to rely on Composition, so what use did Dissection even have for you anymore?

You were doing the right thing by swearing off it. It was hindering your growth as a healer; just like your father had said, you could not have Composition without Dissection, at least not anymore. Not without — not without —

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Yuta murmured, soft enough that only you could hear.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you said, to Maki as much as him. “This isn’t about me. There’s no reason for me to be fighting. I’m not as good as the rest of you at it. The only way I can stand beside you all is by healing. Anyways, I’m the only Composition user you can trust, so you’ll need me like this. My family…isn’t to be relied on anymore.”

“You said something along those lines earlier,” Yuki Tsukumo said. “What do you mean by it?”

“Once, I chose to fight instead of heal,” you said. “I thought I could have it all. I thought my choice was fine, because I had Tullia by my side to take the consequences with me. My father warned me that one day, it would come back to haunt me, but I didn’t understand what he meant until recently.”

Itadori’s throat bobbed. You wondered if he could see what his body was doing when Sukuna had control. Had he watched you beg for help? Had he watched you offer Sukuna everything in exchange for Tullia’s life? What did he even think of you if he had?

“Tullia didn’t die in the fight against Jogo,” you said. “She was still alive when I brought her to the healing ward. They just — they just needed to heal her a little bit. Just enough that she could’ve drank some poison and I could’ve taken over and done the rest.”

“You don’t mean…” Maki said, her face tinged green as she arrived at the conclusion before anyone else, simply due to her previous exposure to the cruel habits of the clans. Megumi, likely the smartest of the Tokyo students, was the next to understand, though his eyebrows knit together in naive confusion, the deed incomprehensible to someone as good as him.

“There was no other reason for it. They said no because it was my responsibility. I was the one who had to heal her, and I couldn’t. That’s why she died. The explanation is the same for why they didn’t show up to the exchange event — because it was my choice. Because they would no longer clean up my messes. If I wanted to have both, then I had to deal with what that meant,” you said.

The only reason Yuta did not draw his sword at that moment was because he was holding your hand. His scowl was so fearsome, though, that you understood in that second why he was a special grade sorcerer alongside Gojo and Yuki Tsukumo. Maki was no different, but there was a menacing aura around her that you had never noticed before, like her body was not meant to contain the rage she felt, or was unable to, or something like that. You had forgotten this: Tullia was not only tied to you. They loved her, too.

“They killed her,” Maki said.

“Sukuna killed her,” Itadori said.

“Sukuna dealt the final blow, but she was dead the instant the L/Ns refused to help her,” Yuta corrected. “It’s all the more reason for you not to blame yourself, Y/N. How could that be your fault at all?”

“I should’ve made this decision a long time ago,” you said. “I should’ve chosen Composition the second I proved to have the aptitude for it. That’s how it’s my fault. If I had just done as my father said in the first place, he never would’ve had to punish me like this. If I hadn’t had to use Tullia’s energy for my own Reverse Cursed Technique, then she’d still be alive.”

“What kind of a family is that?” the man with the spiky ponytails said, piping up for the first time. “It doesn’t matter how big your mistakes are. They are the ones that should be trusted to help you fix them, no matter the personal cost.”

The stubborn lump in your throat would not vanish, no matter how many times you swallowed, trying to rid yourself of it so you didn’t squeak when you spoke to the imposing man. Eventually, you gave up, deciding there was no point.

“Do you really think so?” you said.

“As an older brother, I would do anything for my siblings, as mine would do anything for me,” he said. “It’s just like that when you share blood. If those people didn’t help you when you needed it most, you probably can’t consider them your family. It doesn’t have much to do with you.”

“He’s right,” Yuta said. “The choice that the L/Ns made is a reflection on them, not you.”

“That doesn’t mean you give up fighting, either!” Maki said. “You can’t let them win like that. You can’t prove your father right. If you just decide to heal now, then he’ll think he did the proper thing in…doing what he did.”

“Whether it was the proper thing or not, the end result is the same,” you said. “I cannot watch something like that happen to anyone again. Thus, I can never use Dissection again. I will help you all in saving Gojo, that much is for certain, but not on the front lines. Not as a fighter. This is a good thing, though — it means you all don’t have to worry anymore. No matter the extent of the damage, I will heal it. I can’t promise that I won’t let anything happen to you all, but what I will say is this: if by chance something does occur, I will reverse it. It can be anything. It can even be death. I will reverse it. You can count on that.”

The man with the ponytails, who referred to himself as Itadori’s older brother and was apparently named Choso, claimed that he had a way into the mysterious vault where Master Tengen resided. You weren’t sure how much you should be trusting this random person, but the others really seemed to believe that he was someone to be relied upon, so you didn’t protest much, following after him willingly as he led you all through the maze of stairs and hallways and barrier techniques which disguised Master Tengen’s presence.

Yuta clung to you the entire time, or maybe it was the other way around — maybe you were the one clinging to him, maybe you were the one who couldn’t let go. You were afraid that if you did, he’d vanish. You were afraid that if your hand left his for a second, he’d go away somewhere and never come back. You’d lose him. You’d lose him, and that was the one thing you knew you could not handle.

He was your only certainty, your only constancy. The rest of the world could be burning, but that fact would always sit in the back of your mind: Yuta would come. He would give up anything if it meant saving you, would turn his sword upon himself if the only other place it could come to rest was in your own heart. Months could pass, but it would always be the same. He would always be the same.

“It’s empty? What kind of shrine is this?” Itadori said.

“It’s not empty,” Yuki Tsukumo said. “Tengen must be rejecting us or something. I thought they might reject me, but for them to do so for all of you is definitely out of the ordinary.”

“We should go, then. We don’t have the time to waste; if we’re too late, we won’t be able to help your sister, Megumi,” Yuta said. On the way down, they had all taken turns explaining what the situation was to you, so you were mostly caught up, but you still found it hard to take in and had spent most of the walk since just mulling it all over. None of it felt real. How had society collapsed so quickly? You all had just been playing baseball together. How had everything fallen apart in such a short time?

“You’re leaving so soon?” It was a distinctly androgynous voice speaking, and the figure to whom it belonged resembled a human in the same way a curse might. Their arms were crossed as they regarded your group, and there was no other explanation other than this being Master Tengen, in the flesh. “Daughter of the resurrection…child of the Zenin…Michizane’s descendant…Death Painting Womb…and Sukuna’s vessel.”

Daughter of the resurrection. You tuned out Master Tengen as they spoke, figuring one of the others would give you the rundown later and not feeling particularly up to listening to that kind of thing at the moment. Once, you would’ve been fascinated to hear about the complex curse theory that he was spouting, but now, you had other things on your mind.

You had been so confident that Sukuna wanted a body from you. Not your own, of course, which would not be suited as a vessel for any curse, but what you had described to him was not an impossibility. Theoretically, you could’ve healed away any perceived imperfections in a body, turning it into the peak of human physicality and then destroying its brain so that it was receptive to takeover by Sukuna. You thought it was so clearly that which he desired from you, but you had been wrong. There was something else, something else only you could give him, but what was it? You were the prodigy of Composition, so it must have been related to that, but how?

Master Tengen had called you the daughter of the resurrection. What did that mean? Did it have something to do with what Sukuna wanted? Or had they simply heard of what you had done for Yuta? But, then, that would make you the bringer of resurrection yourself, not the daughter of it. There had to be some way that everything was connected, but you were the fool who could not see how it all came together.

“What do we do from here?” Itadori said.

“I have a few ideas. To start off, Yuki and Choso will stay here to guard Master Tengen, as previously discussed,” Megumi said.

“I’ll go to the Zenins to search the warehouse of cursed tools,” Maki added. “Since the Kamos and Zenins have completely cleared the school’s warehouse, there’s nothing for us to get from here, but luckily Megumi’s now the head of the Zenins, so there shouldn’t be a problem with me going through their warehouse and taking what I like. Though in the meanwhile, Master Tengen, if you could get me that sword…”

“From Juzo Kumiya’s workshop? Understood,” Master Tengen said.

“I appreciate it,” Maki said. “What about the rest of you?”

“I’ll go to one of the colonies right away and feel out the situation,” Yuta said. “It’ll be for the best if I gather some information before the others join, but I’ll try to go to a colony that’s further away so I don’t run the risk of having to kill one of you.”

“Sounds good,” Itadori said. “I guess we’ll just wait until you give us the signal to enter.”

“There’s nothing else we can do in the meantime,” Megumi agreed. “I suppose we can take Y/N to where Shoko, Ijichi, and the others are. That should be enough time for you to get started in the colonies, right, Okkotsu?”

The mention of your name made you snap to full attention, chasing away the fog which was clouded over your mind. Rapidly synthesizing the information which you had, thankfully, absorbed despite barely paying attention to any of it — a side effect of being Gojo’s student, maybe — you frowned in thought.

“Wait,” you said. “There’s some flaws to your plans.”

“Huh?” Itadori said. They all seemed surprised that you were speaking, which you didn’t blame them for; you had remained silent for the most part, a clear contrast to your typical self. It was easy to drown in thoughts and self-loathing, but you knew that if they wanted this plan to work, there were some other things that needed to be done, and you’d be an idiot to let your remaining friends waltz into such a dangerous situation unprepared.

“First of all, even if Megumi is the clan head, the Zenins will never respect his word as law. He’s a bastard that bears the name Fushiguro; do you really think the likes of Naoya would let you go through the warehouse just because someone like that says you can?” you said, raising your eyebrows at Maki. “I’ll go with you.”

“No way!” Maki said vehemently. “I’ll never take you to a place like that if I can help it. You don’t understand, Y/N, the Zenins make the L/Ns seem downright benevolent. You’ve never been there, so you wouldn’t know, but — but — I can’t put you in that kind of danger. Especially if you’ve sworn off Dissection.”

“I have been there, and I know the risks, but I’m not worried. Besides, there’s a piano performance I promised I’d listen to,” you said, gritting your teeth at the thought of having to see that man again but realizing it was for the best. “I can serve as a distraction for them so that they don’t even think of objecting to you going into their warehouse.”

“Are you certain? The Zenins aren’t a clan you should trifle with,” Megumi said.

“None of the clans are to be trifled with, but they’ve left us with no choice, haven’t they? And speaking of the two of you, don’t waste yourselves with meaningless tasks such as escorting me to and from places. If you really need something to do, then…hm. There is that,” you said.

“What are you thinking?” Yuta said, always more attuned to you than the others, picking up on your plan before anyone else.

“I’m not particularly fond of him, so I don’t really like the idea of it, but there is one other person we can ask for help. I’m talking about Hakari,” you said.

“Why would you suggest talking to that kind of idiot?” Maki said immediately, slapping her palm against her forehead. “He’s too busy sitting on his ass to help us.”

“Who is Hakari?” Itadori said.

“He’s one of the suspended third years,” you said. “There’s no doubt about it — he’s definitely strong. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, you know; he could really be a valuable ally if we can get him on our side.”

“Is he that tough?” Itadori said, still as clueless as ever. It was hard to remember that he had barely been a sorcerer for a few months; of course he did not understand things right away, especially things which had happened before his time or were irrelevant by the date of his enrollment.

“He’s definitely moody, but once he gets worked up, you could even say he’s stronger than me,” Yuta said.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you said.

“Mm, nope,” Maki said.

“He definitely has the kind of unusual abilities that Gojo likes to cultivate in his students, though. It’ll be hard to convince him to help us, as he’s mostly the lazy type, but if you can, it’ll be huge,” you said.

“It beats sitting around,” Itadori said.

“Right, this way we’re actually doing something productive. I can’t believe we all forgot about Hakari,” Megumi said.

“That was a good idea, Y/N,” Yuta added. You shrugged.

“It was fine, I suppose. Obviously, I’m better at making plans than carrying them out,” you said. “Is that all? We should be off, then. Like you all said earlier, there’s no time to waste.”

You walked out the way you had come, and once you reached the doors, you looked around to make sure the others were sufficiently distracted before embracing Yuta, holding onto him for as long as you could.

“Be careful,” he said. “I don’t trust that the Zenins aren’t planning something.”

“I know they are,” you said. “I’m actually counting on it. That’s the only way we can take advantage of this situation — they think we’re a lot dumber than we are.”

“No one’s smarter than you are, or more talented,” he said. “You will be able to do this. Whatever plan you’re trying to pull off, you succeed. But tell me this one thing honestly before you go. I promise to never bring it up afterwards if you do. Are you sure you want to give up fighting?”

“Yes,” you said. You didn’t explain anymore. Yuta never demanded explanations, and anyways he didn’t need them to understand you. He smiled at that.

“To be honest, I’m a little relieved that that’s the case. Every time you went on a mission, every time you got hurt even a tiny bit, I thought I would die from the grief it caused me. For my own sake as much as yours, I am put at ease,” he said.

“Can I ask you something in return?” you said. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you closed your eyes, basking in his presence for what very well could be the last time. “Am I ruined to you?”

“What do you mean?” he said. “No. I don’t know what could’ve prompted such a question, but the answer is no.”

“The fight against Jogo and the L/Ns’ refusal to heal me has left my neck and hands like this,” you said. “Don’t you find me uglier for it?”

“I could never find you ugly,” he said. “You will always, always be beautiful to me. There isn’t anything you could do that would make you ugly.”

“I offered to make a Binding Vow with Sukuna,” you said, needing to get that off your chest. There was no one else you could tell but him, no one else who you knew would love you unconditionally enough to hear that and not hate you. Yet even with that knowledge, your heart was in your throat as you waited for him to react. “I said I’d find a new body for him, perfect it so that he could have an ideal vessel. I thought that was why he was keeping me alive, so I said I’d do it if he saved Tullia. It wasn’t what he wanted, though, so he didn’t take me up on it and ended up — you know. But I still offered.”

“I see,” he said, and then his thumbs were swiping over your cheeks, wiping away tears you had not noticed falling before his lips met your own in a brief kiss, one as sweet and ephemeral as spun sugar. “She wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“It was the only way I could imagine saving her,” you said.

“There’s no use in dwelling on it. Don’t treat her memory like this; you’ll only end up cursing her. If you only think about her death, you’ll forget about how she was in life. Even if she’s gone now, she was there at one point, and you must endeavor to focus only on that part,” he said.

“It’s hard,” you said.

“I know it is,” he said kindly. “It won’t ever be easy. But you are the Grade 1 sorcerer Y/N L/N. The one who survived a fight against a special grade. The one who won her first exchange event. The one who was the youngest to ever be promoted. Even if you never fight again, please remember that much. Even if it’s hard, know that you’ve done harder.”

“Please be safe,” you said, overwhelmed by the ferocity with which you loved him just then. “Yuta. Please be safe. Please come back.”

“Only for you,” he said. “And I’ll think of you the entire time I’m gone.”

“Why is it that we must spend most of our time together saying goodbye?” you said.

“One day, we won’t have to ever say it again,” he promised. “Not today, but one day.”

“One day,” you said. “I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll see you sooner,” he said. “I couldn’t possibly wait that long. I’ll see you the instant I’ve freed myself and the others from this wretched game. You can count on that.”

“Believe me,” you said. “I will.”

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How To Tame A Sorcerer (69)

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Megumi tries not to look at Shippo, dressed in the shortest skirt he has ever seen. The top, if it could really be called that, shows off Shippo's midriff. It's a little chilly for such attire, but as Shippo so eloquently put it, "Hoes, don't get cold."

He doesn't know if he wants to barf, claw his eyes out, or abort the mission and tell Maki to figure it out on her own.

He didn't sign up for this…trauma.

"Kagome-san would never wear that," he mumbles, approaching the entrance to the Zenin estate. Did Kagome-san know Shippo would pretend to be her dressed in such revealing clothing?

"I bet Mama wears something like this for Dad all the time." Shippo stands up on his toes and sticks his butt out. "She probably hit him with the come and get it. No wonder she's knocked up."

"I'm gonna barf."

"Good. That's good. Keep that energy. It'll make it more believable." Shippo runs his hands together, but the sinister smile is so many levels of wrong on Kagome-san's face that Megumi is getting whiplash.

That's not Kagome-san. That's Shippo. Maybe if he repeats it over and over in his mind, he won't feel like a teenager discovering his parents have sex.

Oh Kami.

He's definitely gonna puke.

"Ooh Zenin-san!" Shippo calls sweetly, flipping his black hair back before toying with the edge of his white skirt.

Virgin white. That's what Shippo told him before they left Sesshomaru-sama's estate. Megumi swallows the bile and grits his teeth.

Virgin white.

Why is that stuck in his head?

"It's about time ya learned how to address me with the proper respect," Naoya says, leering at Shippo's legs.

How far is Shippo going to take this? The fox glides over to Naoya like a trained dancer and runs his hands down Naoya's chest.

"I was such a fool before," Shippo sighs. "I thought Satoru was the strongest, but I was wrong. Can you forgive me?" Shippo's hand trails down.

Naoya blinks and then grins. He reaches down and grabs a handful of Shippo's butt, squeezing it like he wants to take a piece of it with him.

Megumi looks up at the sky. It's rather nice out, all things considering. "Where are Maki and Mai?" He asks, still looking up at the clear skies. Today feels like it should have been an overcast day. Grey. Depressed. Kind of like how he is feeling right now, having to watch this scene play out.

When Gojo-sensei gets out of that box, he is going to beat his ass himself and put him back for having to suffer through this.

"In the pits." Naoya sneers at him. "What's with the face, Megumi-kun?"

"Bothers me to see Kagome-san pressing up on you. Thought you were loyal to Gojo-sensei?"

Shippo sighs. "Oh Megumi-kun, you do not understand. A woman can only do so much. Satoru promised to take care of me. Said I never had anything to worry about. But that's not true." Shippo bats his eyelashes at Naoya. "What I need is a real man. A real sorcerer to put me in my place."

Shippo leans in closer and slides his hands, so they rest on Naoya's shoulders. "You're that man, right? Can you put me in my place?"

"Wanna hear ya say it," Naoya breathes, focused so intently on Shippo, that someone could attack Naoya right now and he wouldn't notice.

"Under you." Shippo giggles.

He can't do this any longer. Megumi storms away. The image is seared into his brain.

"Men like Naoya think with their dicks," is what Shippo said to him before they left. "Doesn't matter what Mama did in the past. A little flattery and a wink is enough to have Naoya crawling on his knees."

He didn't want to believe Shippo was right… but he glances back and wishes he hadn't.

Where the hell are the pits? Anything is better than that cursed scene behind him. He presses his lips into a firm line at the sight of Jinichi-san. The tall, muscular Zenin with the wild hair that he refuses to call uncle.

"Where are the pits?" Megumi cracks his neck, barely reacting when Buyo Jr. and the cat shikigami jump out from his shadow and land on his shoulders.

"Interesting shikigami, you got there. They don't look like a part of the ten shadows technique."

"Because they aren't." Megumi keeps his face blank. The air is off. Though he figured this was a trap before he arrived. They must not like the idea of him being clan leader. "Where are the pits? I'm here for Maki and Mai."

"Heard ya tryin' to let Gojo out the box." Jinichi-san places his hand over his sword. He moves closer. Jinichi-san's breath is sour. Like rotten grapes mixed with sake.

So that's their angle. Buyo Jr. hisses. The cat shikigami jumps down and transforms into its more humanoid form. It waves a hand and Jinichi-san goes flying into a building.

Well…okay then? Still doesn't solve the issue of where the pits are.

"Buyo, can you smell Maki?"

"Meow." Buyo Jr. fluffs up his fur and jumps down, transforming into his bigger form. Is it just Megumi or was there a bit of attitude in that meow? He shrugs and pulls out a sword. Jinichi-san will come after them, but he needs to find Maki and Mai first. Something isn't adding up. Why would either of them try to kill the other?

Buyo leads them into a building and down the hall. The stench of blood is strong. The hairs on his arms rise. There's a lot of curse activity here. Is that what the pits are? He gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He'll thank Gojo-sensei first for preventing the sale of him all those years ago and then he'll kick his ass.

Megumi kicks open the door. The metallic smell smacks him in the face. He nearly doubles over. Curses surround Maki and Mai. They lie there in the middle of the floor, barely moving. The only thing keeping the curses at bay is Miroku-san.

Shit.

There are too many curses to count. Even if they are weak, the sheer number of them is a problem.

"You too, Miroku-san?"

"It's nothing personal, Megumi-kun," Miroku-san croaks. "You know the rules. You know the consequence of trying to free Gojo Satoru."

"Let them go," he replies, gripping his sword. He has the high ground, but Miroku-san is strong. Has to be to keep all those curses at bay.

Buyo Jr. snaps his teeth at Miroku-san, his tails twitch with agitation. The cat shikigami shifts, ears pinned back.

Miroku-san tilts his head to the side, staring down the cat shikigami. There's a tenseness to his shoulders. "I'll make you a deal. Pick one to save."

"I'm not choosing between them." He steps forward, but Buyo Jr. steps in front of him. "There's a sorcerer out there planning a culling game and you want to fight?"

"So, you won't choose?" Miroku-san sighs. "How boring." He snaps his fingers, and the curses descend. Maki groans, struggling to get up, but Miroku-san kicks her in the side, pushing her closer to Mai.

Shit. He doesn't need this. He needs to be focused on the culling games. On rescuing Tsumiki. Not dealing with a clan quarrel.

He summons rabbit escape. The bunnies rush forward with Buyo Jr. aiding them against the curses. Miroku-san flashes out of sight and backhands him.

Shit.

Where the hell is Shippo?

Miroku-san's arm changes, mutates, and turns into a sword. He rolls to the side and blocks. Where the hell did this strength come from? Or has he always been this strong? Miroku-san's face changes, his body gets bigger, the energy becomes more visceral. Darker.

This is a demon. Is this Naraku? He resembles the sketch Gojo-sensei drafted.

"Impressive. But not enough," Naraku coos. His red eyes are more vibrant than the bloodstains on the floor. Arms, like spider legs, sprout out of his back. They itch closer.

He can't die here.

He pushes back, pushing everything he has into it. Naraku skids back and then dodges an attack from the cat shikigami. Something wet trickles down his face. Blood. Megumi wipes it away with the back of his hand.

Boom!

Jinichi-san bursts into the room. His eyes wild. Scratches adorn his body like decorations. "Oh Megumi-kun!" he shouts, stalking towards him and then frowning. "Who the hell are you?"

Naraku rolls his eyes. "You had one job." His spider-like limbs stab Jinichi-san in the chest, spearing him like a kabob. He pulls him in closer. The limb bubbles and Megumi's eyes widen in horror.

Is he eating him?

He needs to get to Shippo, now. "Buyo!" Megumi runs, slicing away at the limbs that try to grab a hold of him. The cat shikigami holds out its hands, keeping the curses at bay, while Buyo Jr. and the rabbits follow him with Maki and Mai. Megumi pumps his legs to go faster. No one told him there was a demon here!

If that is Naraku, then that's the same demon that wiped out the Gojo clan.

He runs until he's out of the building. Where is Shippo? Now would be a great time for the fox to show up.

"Megumi-kun," Jinichi-san gurgles from behind him. Naraku's low, deep chuckle sears into Megumi's psyche.

Naraku is toying with him.

"No point in running. Even if I don't get to you. There's no way you can fight off all these curses."

Megumi presses his lips together. More curses surround him. No, these are demons. A bead of sweat drips down his brow. Demons in front of him, curses behind him. The rabbits separate and attack the demons, trying to fend them off.

"Just go," Maki says, wheezing. Her glasses are cracked. The burns on her face appear more angry than when she got them.

"I'm not leaving you."

The ground rumbles. His eyes widen as something pierces Mai through the gut. Her screams are so pain filled, he wants to cover his ears. Wait, why isn't going after him? He blinks. A bubble?

The cat shikigami growls, trying to flap its wings, but the wings are small. Buyo Jr. knocks the cat shikigami from behind and it lands on his back.

What are they doing?

There's a bright light and some demons combust.

"Oh, I know you aren't having fun without me," Shippo quips, dragging Naoya behind him. "Naraku? What a sight for sore eyes. Why I haven't seen you in centuries. Whatcha doing here?"

"Who are you? The fox?"

"Does it matter?"

Megumi's eyes dart between the two. Mai isn't breathing. Maki struggles to claw her way to Mai.

Naraku shrugs. He turns to the side and grabs a hold of the curses remaining.

No, he isn't eating them. He's absorbing them.

And Shippo looks not at all concerned. Why isn't he concerned?

"Shippo," Megumi says, but the fox ignores him, still dragging Naoya behind him. Megumi blinks. There's blood concentrated around Naoya's groin and his mouth…. Oh, he's going to barf. His throat constricts. His eyes water.

That's fucking sick.

"Still chasing the bottom feeders, are you?" Shippo shakes his head. "You know, for someone so strong, you always run away from a fight." The illusion fades and Shippo stands there with his tail swishing behind him.

Naraku's jaw clenches. "Seems your mouth has grown bigger than your strength." He lashes out. Shippo throws Naoya in front of him, using him as a shield.

Megumi snaps out of his stupor and rushes over to Maki and Mai. "Is she breathing?" he asks, while pressing his fingers to Mai's throat, searching for a pulse. Arrows rain from above, but they hit the bubble and dissipate.

"She's gone," Maki says, but her voice is distant. "Even after she tried to kill me, I didn't—" Her voice breaks.

"Did she attack you or was it Naraku?" He jerks his head toward Naraku and Shippo.

…Is that a spinner?

Megumi sucks in a breath. He needs Shippo to take this seriously.

"Sesshomaru-sama has a sword. We can take her to him."

Maki shakes her head. "She took everything. The little curse energy I had. She took it with her." She stands and tosses her broken glasses. "One of us was always fated to die."

"But Sesshomaru-sama can bring her back."

But Maki isn't listening to him. A sword appears in her hands. Mai's body fades away like the bodies of those demons. She is just gone. No ashes. No bones. Nothing. Megumi stands, tries to keep Maki in the bubble with him, but she's fast. Much faster than before.

"Wait!"

She ignores him, charging after Shippo and Naraku. There's no discernment with her blade. She attacks both. An arrow hits her in the shoulder.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell is she doing? Has she lost it?

Megumi beats against the bubble. "Let me out."

The cat shikigami shakes its head.

Seriously!

He snarls, cursing the shikigami and Buyo Jr. He doesn't need protecting. He can fight too. The ground shakes again and the thing that attacked Mai emerges. In its mouth is Obi-san, or what is left of him.

"Maki! That's Shippo. He's on our side!"

Maki rips the arrow out of her shoulder. She turns her head, barely acknowledging him. "He's like the other. Choose."

Choose?

Megumi grits his teeth. He really doesn't have time for this.

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A/N: Sheesh this chapter was harder to write, but action scenes are a weak point for me. Might have to give Megumi another gacha shikigami egg for his trauma. Next update will be either A Thousand Days or Wish I Could. I've started on both, so expect an update sometime next week provided I don't get sick.

Stay healthy! Stay Warm. If you have to get out, take your time because you only make bad decisions when you are in a rush. take your vitamins and try to get as much rest as possible.

Here is a snippet below of the fox story I'm working on, if ya interested:

So this is how it ends.

The ground slips away and I'm falling. My hands shoot out to the sides of me. Shit. There's nothing to grab a hold to. Nothing to slow me down.

There is nothing but pitch black darkness until I'm falling towards the light.

Oh fuck no, please don't tell me I'm falling to hell or somewhere awful. My eyes squeeze shut.

Don't die. Don't die. Don't die. I chant over and over.

Crash.

Ow. My butt hurts like a motherfucker. Wait. Why is the ground moving…again. The ground moves. My heart thrashes in my chest.

This isn't the ground.

I gulp. This thing, whatever it is, has horns. Sharp. Looks like they can impale me like a sheet of tissue paper.

"Hey there, big guy. Nice guy?"

It lets out a shriek that pierces my eardrums something fierce. It shakes and I'm falling over. My hands grapple, but its skin is so smooth that I topple over like water.

I'm gonna die. Here lies Megan: she had no family, no friends. She leaves behind an ex boyfriend that cursed her name and took every penny she saved. And she was a dumbass for falling through that hole.

My side aches, but I can't lie here. The thing, whatever it is with its big horns, smooth as rubber body, and a snout, so long it resembles an ant eater. Which fitting. This thing is massive and I'm clearly an ant in this scenario.

Get up! Run! Blood pumps through my legs, howling with every strain. Don't look back.

Crap.

It's so close that one trip and I'll be a goner for sure.

Why couldn't it be like an herbivore? Those fangs are massive.

Crap. Double crap. The tree branches scrape at my clothes. The vegetation is all wrong. It's not green, not really, but almost so dark that it may as well be black.

I pump my legs faster. Come on! Need to find shelter. Somewhere to hide. Can't die here. I'm a fighter.

Never back down.

Crash.

Oh, fuck me sideways, what was that?

"Human?" The voice questions.

I shiver. Whoever this guy is, his voice is like sin on wheels. The creature screeches and I need to get up. Keep running.

"Stop. What is a human doing here?" He grabs my arm and I jerk back.

Oh?

His eyes are purple. Like an amethyst. His hair is as pitch black as the trees…and are those dog ears?

"What the hell…" I try to jerk my arm back, but his grip is so tight it's like trying to break free from a snake's grip. "Let go, dog boy!"

"Dog?" He sniffs, his large ears twitch and then swirl towards the direction of that thing. "I am a fox."

"I. Don't. Care. Let me go."

Crappp, it's here. I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe if I don't look, it won't hurt. Warm air blows across the back of my neck.

This is it.

I would have fared better against those wanna be thugs.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to think about the pain. Be quiet."

"Perhaps I should feed you to the klarvak."

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen #how to tame a sorcerer

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 7

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 7 - The Manager

Tomori had arrived home feeling very light, almost floating as she left her shoes on the rug in front of the door, the memory of what had happened about thirty minutes ago still slowly sinking in.

The photo in her phone gallery was the only solid proof that her memories weren't the result of some hallucination she had had.

She had taken her phone out of her purse, gazing at what was probably one of the most memorable selfies of her life, along with the one she'd taken with Sekibayashi Jun, which had even won the right to be printed and framed. That one deserved the same treatment, both for its value as a fan colectible and for the fun memories it brought back.

The completely unexpected and casual way in which she had met Okubo Naoya and his three mates was the main reason why she still found it hard to believe that all that had actually happened. As if the idea of meeting your idol at the market, grocery shopping like a normal person, was too surreal to even consider.

But now she knew it wasn't. That was a very childish mentality, like when elementary school kids thought their teachers didn't have lives outside the classrooms and lived inside the schools. Just like them, Okubo Naoya obviously had a life. A life he enjoyed as best he could, having fun in every way with his friends, including performing mundane tasks like going to the supermarket. That experience had only served to humanize him more in her eyes.

He was no longer simply a mystical, glorious figure she could only gaze upon through a television or computer screen, or from the comfort of her bed, in the form of a huge poster right above her desk. Like Sekibayashi, he had become something very real and tangible for her. A human being made of flesh and blood. Someone living on the same plane of existence as her.

And she would always remember that, every time she looked at that photo. Him and his three friends, who were kind of dorks, but still fun and a pleasant company to have around (even if the blonde, Rihito, was a little inconvenient). The photo seemed much more like a candid, casual capture of a relaxed moment among a group of friends than something you'd ask your idol for as a souvenir. And that was why she had decided to post it on her Instagram profile. She wanted to keep that feeling of casualness and intimacy alive, and never forget about it. Even after she had gotten what she wanted from him.

Things like that didn't deserve to be forgotten.

She'd taken a bath, put on her pajamas, cooked dinner, and killed time until bedtime by watching a movie; Flight of the Dragon, simply because it brought back great memories of her childhood, with her parents sitting her and Tatsu on the couch to watch whatever movie starred Bruce Lee. And in the meantime, without trying to think too hard about what she was doing and the implications, she had posted the photo. She had tagged Okubo's profile to it, briefly wondering if his friends had profiles as well. She could ask them when they showed up at the bakery again. Knowing she could casually ask that question had lulled her into a warm, welcoming bliss that made sleep come easy.

And when she woke up the next day, her profile had received more likes, views and comments than it had received since she created it.

_satokarin giiiiirl! it really is that okubo naoya guy

yuzu_riha and on a random saturday at the market lol

makootoko_16 first sekibayashi and now okubo! @uta_tomo is living the dream haha

mariishikawa and not being shy about that at all LMAO

She felt a mixture of embarrassment and hilarity. She didn't expect that some of her former high school and college classmates would be interested in her random adventures looking for autographs and pictures of famous martial artists. She scrolls through the comment section, a bit taken aback by the sheer number of them.

akirawith1k holy shit he didn't look that tall on tv

yasuchan dude's a fuckin gorilla, one bitch slap and your ass dead

ladyuki i want the white haired guy's name on my desk in 5 min @uta_tomo

mariishikawa me too! he's so hot <3

_satokarin is the tanned gentleman single?

yuzu_riha let me slide in the tanned guy's DMs @uta_tomo I'll never ask you for anything else!

She laughs harder, putting a hand over her mouth. She could use Himuro Ryo's apparent popularity with the female sex as a pretext to strike up more conversations with the quartet on their eventual visit to the bakery, as well as to attract even more clientele. Kanami would owe her for the publicity. She types a quick reply.

uta_tomo I don't have his DMs but he shows up at @heavy_bakery from time to time

mariishikawa I'm going to show up there every day now!

tama_a_gogo the one with black hair is cute too!

mie_mie I thought the same!

akirawith1k this is the horniest comment section that I've ever seen

yasuchan LMAO

aoi_kaizoku_ou does okubo naoya show up there too @uta_tomo?

Tomori hesitates to answer that particular question. From what little she knew, he was friendly and easygoing when interacting with fans. At least he was like that with her. But he probably wouldn't want to be constantly disturbed in an environment where he went to relax and eat in peace, would he? Nobody would. She prefers to pretend not to see the notification. But still, they kept coming.

akirawith1k if he does I'll stop by to ask for an autograph!

makootoko_16 I'm only interested if the tanned guy comes too

ladyuki hey I asked first

tama_a_gogo I wanna the black haired one's DMs, he's so cute

akaneagata gimme the blonde's then cause I liked his face LOL

_satokarin it's just like you and @uta_tomo to like the gorilla type lol

yuzu_hira LMAO girl that's mean

Tomori would have been offended by the 'gorilla' remark in any other situation, but the truth was, she was secretly relieved by her specific tastes in men. It meant she would have no competition... the thought makes her want to smother herself with her pillow. She hugs it, leaving her phone aside on the bed, the notifications coming non-stop, to the point where she considers turning them off…

She opens her eyes suddenly, her mind clicking at the same time as her stomach sinks. She had tagged Okubo in that post. He was going to be able to read those comments! Her face grows almost unbearably hot at the thought. She bolts up onto the bed, grabbing her phone again.

uta_tomo guys tone it down, this post is public

akirawith1k what? we're not doing anything

mariishikawa are you worried cause you tagged okubo naoya? hahaha

yuzu_riha girl calm down, you really think he's going to read these comments? he has more important things to do

ladyuki maybe the hot tanned guy would if you tagged him…

Tomori sighs, shaking her head in defeat. The damage was already done. All she could do now was disable the comments so the damage wouldn't be even greater. And hope for the slim chance that they were right and Okubo didn't bother checking that embarrassing comment section…

She was about to do just that when the phone started ringing and vibrating in her hand, startling her a little. And her eyes widen when she sees her older brother's name in big letters on the display. Oh, dammit…

"Uh... Tatsu?," She calls hesitantly after accepting the call. And then she quickly pulls the phone away from her ear, grimacing at the loud, shrilling sound on the other end of the line.

"Tomori! Did you take a picture with Okubo Naoya?!"

"Oh… so you saw my post on Instagram…"

"It was Saeko who showed it to me just now!," Tatsuhiko (or just Tatsu, as she, her parents and her sister-in-law called him) shrieks, his voice almost as thin as a woman's "Was it really him? You sure it wasn't just a look-alike?!"

"No, Tatsu, it really was him. Remember when I told you he showed up at the Heavy Bakery a couple weeks ago and I got an autograph? I ended up bumping into him again while grocery shopping yesterday!," She ends up smiling as she gets up from the bed "I would have noticed if it was just a look-alike or something."

"Holy shit, I envy you so much! I have to go shopping around Kinokuniya more often, in that case... but wait, who are the other guys in the photo?," He suddenly asks, his voice going from excited to angry at a speed that almost made her dizzy "What are they doing so close to you like that?!"

"Oh, I don't know, Tatsuhiko… posing for a picture, maybe?," She mutters sarcastically "Don't start with that, c'mon."

"That's the lame ass excuse they all make! Did they try anything funny with you? You warned market security, didn't you?"

"Dude, I'm gonna hang up on you."

"No, Tomori, don't hang up! You had your pepper spray can in your purse, right?"

She rolls her eyes, leaving the room as she continues to argue with her brother on the phone... and forgetting that she still hasn't turned off comments on her post.

* * *

"... and there's not much to know about the filling. Just hold the pipping bag tight and... Koga, what's with that face?"

Tomori looks up at the sound of snickers being stifled and sees Narushima Koga, very distinguished in his newest apron bearing the Heavy Bakery crest, sticking a fist in his mouth, shoulders shuddering.

"Nothing! It's nothing, sis! I- I just think Ryuki's face looks funny when he's concentrating. It looks like he's trying to take a dump...

"I'm paying attention to the lessons. ‘You should do the same, or I’ll get more croissants than you, again," Gaoh Ryuki replies, with his usual neutral expression, which causes the other boy to cough.

"Hell no, I won't lose to you! Keep going with the lessons, sis, I'm all ears!"

"… Alright then," Kanami frowns, still suspicious, as she shows them the freshly sprinkled donut "As I was saying, there's no secret to filling a donut. Just wait for it to cool down, pick up the piping bag with the filling, make a hole in that softer side with the tip, stick it inside and- I knew it!," She exclaims, indignant, when Koga bursts into hysterical laughter "I knew something was up!"

“I’m- I’m sorry!”

"I know what you're thinking, so don't you dare say anything before taking your mind outta the gutter!"

"Sorry, I- ahahahaha! I swear I didn't want to but the mental image just came, hahahaha!," He bends over himself, hugging his belly. Tomori rolls her eyes with a laugh as she finishes icing the cookies. When Kanami had decided to give baking lessons to the two young men who had barely turned twenty-two, she hadn't factored in factors like maturity into the account. At least in Koga's case, as Ryuki just stared at him with an adorable expression of exasperation. He turns to Kanami, without changing a single line on his face, and says in a deadpan tone:

"He's such an idiot, right?"

That just makes Koga laugh harder, and not even Tomori can resist, dropping the small pastry bag to put her hand over her mouth. Kanami grunts, putting her hand on her face and saying, "Okay, that's it! Out of my kitchen! Tomori, take him over to the counter, hopefully restocking the food display won't make him fantasize about 'stuffing' other people's donuts or something."

"Okay! Come on, Koga, before Kanny throws you out kickboxer style, hahaha!," Tomori rests her hands on the boy's broad back, guiding him out of the kitchens as he coughs hard, tears of laughter in his eyes. She looks over her shoulder, saying between laughs, "I think you'll continue as the model student for another week, Ryuki."

"Oh, I know. I'll probably continue to be the next as well.

"The hell you will! Soon the joke will wear off, and then I'm going back to the kitchen with everything I got!," Koga points to him over his shoulder. Ryuki blinks. And Kanami lets out another huge grunt when the boy puts the tip of the piping bag inside another donut, filling it with a farting noise produced by the air that entered the bag, all without taking his bored eyes of Koga, who again bursts into raucous laughter.

"Ryuki, don't stir the pot! Get him out of here, Tomori, please, otherwise I'll start laughing too and then nobody will be able to work!"

"Alright, alright! Come on, Koga...," Tomori pushes the boy back towards the counter, knowing she should be being as energetic as Kanami, but not resisting and laughing along with him "Ahaha, I swear, after a while this joke wears off. Then you will be able to work without almost pissing in your pants in the process."

"I'm sorry, hahaha!"

“Oh, let me guess…it's the donut joke again, isn't it?," Hiro asks when he sees them approaching, from his place by the cash register "I remember when I was that age and my toilet humor was at its peak."

"I’m- I'm only five years younger than you!"

"Believe me, sweetheart, these five years make all the difference. Tomoyo, honey, bring this poor kid here some water before he dies of respiratory failure."

"Coming right up…," Tomoyo finishes serving one of the tables, looks Koga up and down and goes to answer Hiro's request with a roll of her eyes. Koga turns red, clearing his throat as he tries to compose himself, to which Tomori chuckles.

"Nothing like the presence of a pretty girl to instill dignity, eh?"

"Stop it, Miss Uta...!"

“I'm the one who should tell you that. I saw that Instagram post on Sunday," Hiro arches an eyebrow. “Did you come across your bulky, bald bull and his mates in the market completely by chance or was it part of some plan?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?," Koga asks while Tomori hands him a tray with cookies to be displayed on the counter. She gives Hiro a reproachful look, privately thanking herself for managing not to blush.

"How would I plan to run into someone at random in a supermarket, Hiro? Life is simply full of coincidences."

"Coincidences can also be given a little push to happen, you know?"

"What are you trying to say, exactly?"

"Weren't you the one who offered to share your own recipes with him?," Hiro plays with a lock of his hair, winding it around his finger "It would have been too easy to suggest ingredients and the best place to buy them, which coincidentally is where you go shopping every Saturday."

“… Hiro, you've been watching too many true crime documentaries. I'll tell Kanny to change the Netflix password, so you'll stop parasitizing just to feed those fantasies," Tomori snorts after two seconds of silence, quickly looking away from her friend, to which Koga, opening the food displayer to arrange the cookies inside, stared at them, looking completely lost.

"Seriously, what are you talking about?"

"You don't have to be an true crime documentaries aficionado to recognize the tricks a woman is capable of coming up with when she wants to play rodeo with a big, bald bull-"

"Hiro!," Tomori slams her hands on the counter, the blush that she had so skillfully contained until then escaping her control "Koga's listening to everything!"

"Yeah, I'm listening and still not understanding shit!," Koga gestures, now a little impatient.

"Keep not understanding, because he's just talking nonsense," Tomori decrees, patting his chest, to which Hiro lets out a mocking laugh.

"Relax, Koga, you'll understand soon. The 'corpus delicti' is coming right up."

"Corpse... what?!," Koga blinks, reaching out to grab the bottle of water that Tomoyo was bringing him, while Tomori turned her head towards the door so quickly that her neck cracked. The bell right above rings as it opens, the sound of voices all too familiar to her reaching her ears, along with those of traffic and passers-by outside.

"... and I have to go in first, damn it! It's a matter of life and death!"

"Then you can have a stroke on the sidewalk 'cause my matter is much more urgent!"

"What difference does it make who goes in first? The gift is from all of us."

"The gift may be from all of us, but that potential lay is mine! Don't you fuckin' dare steal this from me, Himuro, you already have four of 'em!"

"Dude, chill. It'd be cruel of me to steal the only bone from the skinniest dog in the kennel..."

"Just cut that out already...," And Okubo appears through the door, again lowering his head so as not to risk scraping it on the frame. Tomori's heart skips a little when he sees him, again wearing one of those shirts that mold to his muscles, an Osaka Kintetsu Buffaloes baseball cap hiding his baldness. He again looked a little grumpy, but his expression immediately brightened when his eyes met Tomori's, that goofy little smile breaking out. She was pretty sure she was returning it, considering the chuckle she'd heard Hiro let out from the back, but she couldn't care less. Koga, beside her, just blinks, putting the bottle neck against his mouth.

"Huh? But it's just these four..."

"Miss Uta!," Okubo raises his hand in greeting "Hello-"

"MISS UTAAAA!!!"

Koga chokes on his water at the same time as Okubo makes a muffled sound of pain, bumping his nose into the door frame. Lihito had roughly pushed him aside, storming into the bakery as if he were trying to escape the horde of the apocalypse. He stumbled, limping and spinning his arms like windmill blades, and the only reason he didn't fall flat on his face was because he caught himself on the counter in time. Tomori jumps back, astonished, at the same time that Okubo yells angrily from behind:

"For fuck's sake, Rihito! You almost busted up my nose, you fuckin' idiot!"

"Miss Uta!,” Rihito yells again, ignoring his friend completely, his expression looking almost insane "I need your friend's number!"

"Uh…," Tomori, still stunned, pats Koga on the back, who was coughing hard, his apron now soaked "Friend? What friend?"

"That friend who commented on your photo on Instagram!," He shrieks, making exaggerated gestures with his arms "The one who said she liked my face! I need her number, please!"

Hiro laughs even more, while Koga asks between coughing fits, "Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on here?!"

Tomori didn't pay any attention to either of them, however. She felt her body go cold, then heat up again with almost feverish speed.

Oh. Oh, fuck. They had seen the comments on her post. All of them, Okubo included.

She would love for the bakery to have two floors. That way she could throw herself out of one of the second's windows.

"I'm serious, Miss Uta! Please!," Rihito still insisted, ignoring Hiro's laughs and Koga's dry cough "I swear I'll make it up to you! Do you want me to take you out to dinner after I take your friend out too? I can even take both of you at the same time!"

"Danm, Rihito, they give you an inch and you already take a mile, eh," Himuro rolls his eyes as he approaches the counter with Kaneda. He looks over his shoulder, calling out in boredom, "And stop whining, Okubo, your nose isn't even bleeding."

"But it hurts, dammit! Try being pushed into a door frame by a two-hundred plus pound gorilla suffering from the world's worst case of blue balls!"

"Okubo. We're in a public place," Kaneda points in a deadpan tone, and Okubo, still holding his sore nose with both hands, widens his eyes as he remembers where he was. He quickly turns back to the counter, getting furiously red as he locks eyes with Tomori again.

"Oops... I- I'm sorry!" He quickly raises a hand "It just came out... but the culprit is this dumbass here..."

His voice dies in his throat when he finally registers the cook's posturing. Tomori was huddled against the counter, hiding her face in one hand, her ears as red as cherry tomatoes peeking out from between strands of her hair. He blinks, surprised, and now a little concerned.

"Uh... Miss Uta?"

"Shhhh…," Hiro puts a finger over his lips, making a pout "Quiet, please. You don't interrupt a woman when she's having a case of heavy conscience caused by a hormonal lapse."

"... Come again?"

"What? Right now?" Rihito screeches, widening his eyes "But what about the number? I need it right now!"

"Rihito, don't be rude. Miss Uta?," Kaneda calls gently, also approaching the counter "We brought you something… hello…?"

Tomori doesn't respond. She seemed to have turned off her sense of hearing; whether unconsciously or on purpose, no one there could tell. They look at each other, confused.

"Is she not feeling well?," Himuro ponders, frowning "And right when we brought the rice balls we promised on Saturday..."

"Maybe that's why she's like this. She's already having a stomachache in anticipation," Rihito snorts, to which Hiro laughs again, and Koga, clearing his throat after managing to control his coughing fit, asks in frustration:

"Seriously, do any of you know what's going on here? Hiro didn't want to explain anything, he just said something about an Instagram post and a corpse..."

"Corpse?," Okubo blinks, flustered "Kid, we are more worried about your co-worker than a murder news made to get cloth-"

"But it has to do with Miss Uta!," He points to Tomori, impatient, and she finally seems to recover her hearing. She looks up, alarmed, and her gaze quickly locks with Okubo, who has paled slightly, jaw dropping. Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda stare at him, chocked and embarrassed, even taking a couple of steps away from him, synchronized as if they had rehearsed.

"Bro, you messed up big time now..."

"No- wait a minute, I didn’t know!," He screeches, swinging his huge hands and almost hitting Rihito in the nose "I'm sorry, Miss Uta, I- I swear I didn't know that anyone close to you had died! My condolences!," And he almost hits his forehead on the counter as he bows deeply.

"What- no, that's not it! No one died!," She hurries to say, squeaking a little before throwing an angry look at Koga and Hiro "Ugh, look what you two did!"

"Me? I don't even know what's going on!," Koga defends himself, and Hiro shakes his head in theatrical disapproval.

“That's what you get for spreading half-assed information, honey."

"Shut up! You were the goddamned source!"

"Quiet! But seriously, nobody died. They- They're talking about the post I made on Instagram... that photo of us...," She turns red again, her voice getting thinner with every syllable, to the point of becoming almost inaudible on the last word. And then it's her turn to take a deep bow, hands on her skirts, the bun her hair was tied in loosening a little and falling to the side "I'm the one who should apologize."

A few seconds of silence follow this. And then Rihito comes forward, pointing at her as he says, “We accept apologies if we get some phone numbers as compensation, for whatever it is.”

"Shut up, Rihito! But... what are you apologizing for, Miss Uta?," Okubo asks, frowning in confusion. Tomori looks away, trying to ignore all those pairs of eyes on her, especially his.

"You- You guys saw the post I made on Instagram. With the photo we took on Saturday after we left the market. I mean, of course you did, I tagged you in it, Mr. Okubo... and then you saw the comments...," Her face gets furiously hot just remembering it. She and her tendency of always making friends with foul-mouthed people who had sewers inside their heads... "Sorry for the things my friends said. None of them thought you'd check the comments, so they went all out..."

"Oh... okay, I think I got it now...," Koga looks from the embarrassed cook to the bald man, who was staring at her in amazement. Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda looked surprised as well, exchanging discreet glances, arched eyebrows and all.

And then she jumps a little when he starts to laugh, one hand on his stomach, shoulders shaking a little.

“H-Hey…don't-don't laugh when I'm trying to show some sense of responsibility, please!," She asks, turning even redder "Or I'll feel even more stupid..."

"S-Sorry!," He says quickly, trying to control the fit of laughter, a fist in front of his mouth as he coughs "Sorry, really. I- I'm not laughing at you, I swear. I'm laughing at the whole situation. Miss Uta," He calls, and smiles when she looks up at him "There's no need to apologize. I'm used to this kind of thing. Sub-celebrity, remember?"

"I- I know, but it can still be embarrassing to read that sort of thing," Tomori wrings her hands nervously "Besides, it’s kinda offensive. They even used some nasty terms-"

"Miss Uta," Rihito is the one who interrupts her, also with an air of laughter "Do you really think that no one has ever called Okubo a gorilla to his face before? Damn, I've been called that since high school, hahaha!"

"That's right. At this point it's not even an offense, it's an indisputable fact," Okubo puts an arm around Rihito's shoulders, pulling him so that their bodies collide sideways, both laughing "Gorillas united will never be defeated!"

"Hell yeah!," Lihito extends his hand and both exchange a high-five "We are the disciples of King Kong, and if you need to climb towers, take down planes and make hot blondes fall in love with ya, you can count on us!”

"Dude, that last part was unnecessary, don’t salt my game…"

Tomori lets out a snoring laugh, quickly covering her mouth. She was still flushed, but the awkwardness had eased a bit, that uncomfortable knot in her stomach subsiding.

"Haha… it’s-fine, but some of my friends were still a bit of a nuisance…"

“Believe me, the last thing you're going to hear them complain about is getting a good dose of female attention” Kaneda points to the other three, smiling in amusement, and Himuro nods, combing his light hair back in a charming gesture.

"Especially considering that some of us are far more successful at this than others..."

"Screw you, Himuro! What you have is a hoarding disorder! You're a woman hoarder and it's high time someone did an intervention with you!," Lihito points accusingly at Himuro, who looked utterly bored, and then turns back to Tomori, pleading, "Seriously, Miss Uta, he has more phone numbers in his contact list than you can count on your fingers and toes! I just want a single number, I swear I'll never ask you for anything again..."

"And as you can see, your friends' inconveniences received a very positive reaction," Okubo jokes, slapping Rihito on the back and smiling broadly at her "Seriously, there's nothing to apologize for. We weren't embarrassed or angry. For me it was a Wednesday like any other."

"By 'Wednesday like any other', he means being roasted in a comment section of a random social network. Heh... 'One bitch slap and your ass is dead'...," Himuro looks away, the corners of his mouth trembling, and Okubo makes a forearm jerk at him.

"It's not roasting if it's the truth!"

"Okubo," Kaneda calls, pointing "You made a rude gesture in front of a lady."

"What- aah! Sorry!," Okubo immediately turns to Tomori, alarmed, throwing his arms up and, again, almost hitting an indignant Lihito in the chin "It's a force of habit, these idiots are always bringing out the elementary school kid that still exists inside of me!"

"Us? It's not our fault you don't have a minimum of decorum!"

"I don't? You were the one who invited her to dinner with you and another girl! Who's the woman hoarder now, huh?!"

"There's no reason to compare accomplishments, you two are gold medalists in the idiot olympics."

"Shut up, Himuro!"

"I'm just here, wondering if all this hotness is worth the screaming and the subsequent migraine…," Hiro sighs "At least Kanny's bottomless pit knows how to eat in silence."

Koga turns to him, widening his eyes a little.

"Bottomless pit? 'Wait, so Ohma and her-"

He is interrupted by a loud, nasal laugh, which is soon drowned out by a hand being pressed to a mouth. Tomori had hunched over herself a bit, shoulders slumping and eyes closed, whereupon the idiots stopped snarling at each other, turning to her. Okubo blushes again as Rihito crosses his arms and huffs, looking away.

"At least someone seems to be having fun with these so-called Olympics..."

"I-I'm sorry…," She manages to mutter muffledly, her hand still over her mouth "It's just… I'm just happy to see that you weren't offended by the things you read in that post. That you manage to see it as something natural and even funny. I'm finally convincing myself that I didn't do something stupid that harmed you in some way."

"Harmed? Miss Uta, thanks to your post, we all might've scored with a bunch of girls!," Rihito puts his arms around Himuro and Kaneda's shoulders, smiling more excited now that she's explained herself "I mean, some of us are greedy bastards who never learned the concept of sharing-"

"I'm less outraged by the shade thrown my way and more by the fact that you're referring to girls as if they were potato sticks or something..."

"But in the end, we all won something!", Rihito continued as if he hadn't heard Himuro, resting his right hand on Kaneda's shoulder and raising a thumb. Okubo shakes his head before also smiling at Tomori, his gray eyes softening.

“And that Saturday at the market was anything but a loss of time for us. Isn't it right, guys?," He turns to his friends "You brought the lunchbox, right, Kaneda?"

“Right here.” Kaneda holds out a package to Tomori, who leans over a little to get a better look. She recognizes the lunchbox, made of wood, wrapped in a greenish scarf with prints of boldo leaves "We fulfilled our Saturday arrangement!"

"Uh- oooh, is it the rice balls?", She asks excitedly, holding out her hands, and Kaneda gives her the lunchbox "That you did by yourselves? I'm not going to open this up and find ready-made rice balls from corner markets, am I?," she asks playfully, arching an eyebrow. Okubo imitates her.

"You can check it yourself, and with us close by so you don't think we're trying anything funny. Wanna have lunch with all of us today, Miss Uta?"

Koga looks at all four of them, and then at the sous chef, a little stunned, while Hiro grins from ear to ear and Tomori tries to contain the desire to vibrate with happiness. The myriad of emotions she'd felt in such a short span of time should have been overwhelming her, but that wasn't how she felt. The memory of the humiliation she felt with that comment section on her Instagram post seemed a long way off now.

"I’d love to! But I apologize in advance for meddling in the boys club again."

"Give me the number of that friend of yours and we can negotiate your acquittal."

"Shut it, Rihito! And you won't be meddling into anything. We want you there," Okubo guarantees. And then he adds, more quietly, as if he was afraid of being heard "… I want you there."And sure enough, they all heard him. Lihito and Himuro exchanged mocking smiles, which promised cruel psychological torture such as only male friendships are capable of offering. Kaneda just smiled to himself, seeming to be enjoying some private joke. Koga looks at Hiro, perplexed.

"What the…," He whispers in an urgent tone "Hey, are they-"

"Not yet," The cashier replies in the same tone, opening a conspiratorial smile "But if it's up to Tomori, they will be soon enough. Preferably horizontally."

And Tomori couldn't answer at the moment, because her heart seemed to have swollen, doubling in size, beating and obstructing her throat. She holds the lunchbox against her chest as if it were something very precious.

"So- so I'll be there with you. I promise I'll be merciful when I evaluate your cooking skills, hahaha."

"Please don't be. Okubo almost kicked me out of the kitchen when I wanted to give him some tips, because according to him I 'already know too much'," Kaneda makes quotation marks with his fingers "Be as hard and unforgiving as you can."

"Cut that out, Kaneda! I accept constructive criticism, but there's no need to obliterate me!," Okubo snorts, and Tomori laughs again.

"I'll see what I can do. I'll talk to you on my lunch break. In the meantime, are you going to order anything?"

"Yes, your friend's number-"

"Give it a break, Rihito!"

The four of them place their orders and soon go looking for an available table, which turns out to be one of the upholstered seats near the windows. Tomori turns to go back to the kitchens, smiling, the lunch box safe and warm in her arms. Koga and Hiro watch her walk away, the boy's mouth pursed. He allows himself to sigh in a plaintive tone when she finally closes the door behind her.

"First it was Ohma, and now it's that bald clown. Why do all the babes in this bakery only care about the gorillas or the gloomy ones? When am I going to be seen as the good catch that I am, huh?"

"When you stop associating stuffed donuts with cream pies, for starters."

"Leave me alone, Hiro."

* * *

"Alright, let's see if I can guess which one of you made each of these rice balls..."

"It's easy, the ones that are flattened as if they had been placed under a hydraulic press are Rihito's work.

"Shut your pie hole and let her try to guess on her own, ciggy!"

Tomori laughs as she takes a rice ball out of the lunchbox, turning it in her hands as if she's feeling the weight, tracing the shape with her palms, with all the delicacy that one would only expect from a professional cook.

"Hnnn... the triangular shape seens solid and well defined. The weight is good too, so it should have just the right amount of filling. I don't feel any grains poking out... Kaneda made this one, right?"

"Ugh, this is so unfair!," Lihito throws his arms up, while Kaneda smiles and nods and Himuro flinches and closes one eye, sticking a finger in his ear when Okubo screeches at his side:

"That's why I wanted you to participate as little as possible in the kitchen, you little smartass! I knew you were going to steal all the teacher's praise with your disgustingly perfect rice balls!"

"If you had listened to my tips, yours would be almost as perfect," Kaneda guarantees, and Himuro adds, raising a finger and arching an eyebrow:

"Emphasis on 'almost'..."

"Shut up, your rice balls looked like a scalene!"

“And yours looked like your head, only with fewer lumps."

"Oh, come on, don’t fight," Tomori laughed, having more fun than she would have expected to have in the company of a group of men as noisy as that one "If you’ve never done this before and haven’t used a mold, it’s going to be difficult for you to get it right on your first try. It's normal. So today I'm just going to judge the taste," She pulls out a rice ball as round as a baseball from the lunchbox, the corners of her mouth quivering "And about the shapes... I'll just roast them a little, that's all."

"Damn, no fair...," Okubo and Rihito whine in unison, which only makes her laugh harder.

She had joined them at the table a few minutes ago, straight out of the kitchens, fleeing the co-workers who had become quite interested in her lunch and curious to try it and judge her newest suitor (Hiro had used that word, and Tomori almost hit him over the head with the lunchbox for that) based on his cooking capabilities.

"I mean, you're the one who's going to give him your cake, but if he doesn't provide other types of snack as well, the scales will tip in an unfavorable way for you, darling," He said with a shrug, which provoked grunts from Kanami, Tomoyo and Paikon, a strong coughing fit from Koga and subsequent questions from Ryuki:

"Cake? Snacks? Scales? Are you guys going to have a picnic? I can go too?"

In the end, she managed to keep the rice balls safe, taking the untouched lunchbox to the table where Okubo and his friends were waiting for her. She definitely didn't want to dwell on the implications of the cashier's words. She just wanted to take advantage of the chance to be with her idol in the most relaxed environment possible, interacting with his social circle; the kind of opportunity any fan like her would give an arm and a leg for.

"Relax, I tend to be a very kind teacher. But if it was Kanny in my place, she wouldn't hold back a single punch, hahaha."

"And a punch from your boss is no joke, I suppose," Himuro comments, joking, to which Kaneda laughs softly.

"I know, right! Hands used to kneading dough should not be underestimated."

“Boy, she could knead me whenever she wanted…"

"Rihito. Don't," Okubo snorts at his friend, who was smiling like an idiot, while Tomori lets out a half-hearted laugh "Anyway… you can be honest with us, Miss Uta, but remember that, apart from Kaneda, none of us had done this before. We ditched the dumbbells and the sandbags for two days just to get those manly hands to work on something dainty. Making something instead of busting it up, y'know. Take that into account, please," He raises a fist, smiling playfully as he clenches it to make his biceps stand out, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by her eyes, always eager for that kind of vision. She laughs more openly this time, feeling her face heat up a little.

"And all this was just for me? I'm flattered!"

"Consider it a retribution, both for the lessons and the cookies," Himuro says, and Kaneda adds:

"And as a way for their cooking skills to be evaluated by a professional too."

"And it's also a way for Okubo to earn praise from a woman once in his life, even if it's pure politeness on her part," Lihito scoffs, and dodges when Okubo tries to hit him on the back of the head, snarling, his face red.

"I won't shove that donut up your freakin' nose only because it would be a waste and a slight on her work!"

"And because attacking another customer is a violation of the bakery's good conduct policy!"

"Your face is a violation of the good conduct policy!

Tomori nearly chokes on her juice, clapping a hand over her mouth as she swallows, coughing and laughing at the same time. She wipes her mouth with a napkin, trying to maintain her dignity, without much success.

"Ahaha, I- I'm glad to know that my opinion carries that much weight for you. But seriously, regardless of what the shapes are or what it tastes like... thank you. For the rice balls. And for the trouble you went into making them for me," She smiles fondly "You guys are really, really nice."

“Uuh… well, of course we are! We are all a delight!," Rihito gestures casually as if she had said something obvious, although he blinked in astonishment a few times before recovering, slightly blushing. Kaneda scratches the back of his head, smiling shyly, while Himuro looks sideways at Okubo, silently appreciating how his face has lit up, looking at her with fascination "Your friend would definitely think I'm a delight too, so you'd be doing her a favor if you give me her number-"

"Shut up, Rihito!," The other three say at the same time, to which Rihito snorts angrily at them.

“Hey, hey, you’re meddling too much in my search for a date! Are you jealous or something? Can't you all accept that I only like women? Do you want to rain on my parade that badly?”

"You rain on your own parade. You don't need our help for that. But now you're raining on Okubo's parade as well, and we can't have that."

"You shut up too, gigolo!," Okubo growls, very red, while Kaneda shakes his head and says, turning to the cook:

"Please, ignore their vulgarity. We are all happy that you think like that. And you can thank us after you try the rice balls. I swear I supervised so they didn't overdo it with the salt or let the stuffing overflow. Someone has to teach these three that, often, less is more."

“Stop talking like we're teenagers on the first day of home economics club! Anyway...," Okubo smiles hopefully at Tomori "Can you try it and say what you think? Mine are the ones that came out a little too round, haha..."

"Of course," She picks up another rice ball, smiling "And I already told you that you don't have to worry so much about the shape on your first try. And the shape of your rice balls don't surprise me, Mr. Okubo. I think there's still a baseball lover alive and well inside you, hehe... I'm kidding," She says quickly when he puffs out his cheeks. The other three are far less merciful, laughing without trying to hide it, so Tomori decides to put him out of his misery once and for all. She didn't want to miss that opportunity anyway; she didn't ask to take a picture with Okubo, holding that lunchbox, only because that would be pushing her luck. She opens her mouth, closing her eyes.

"Okay, here it goes..."

"Damn, I'm hungry as fuck! Excuse me, we're coming in!"

Tomori almost drops the rice ball, startling when the bakery's front door opens with a bang that drowns out the ringing of the bell above. She and her companions turned, startled, and saw a trio of men entering the establishment, laughing loudly among themselves, the one who had opened the door parading as if he owned the place, the other two at the rear throwing at each other what looked like a baseball soiled with dirt and grass. Tomori even feels hetr chest hurt when he glimpses some grains falling on the ground that Paikon had cleaned that morning.

"Haha, baseball practice today was good as hell!"

"We're going to destroy Itsuki's team next week!"

"Yeah, but until then, ‘let’s eat 'cause an empty bag won't stand up. ‘The fuck are you looking at?," The one who seemed to be the leader of the trio, tall, with broad shoulders and black hair combed back in a pompadour growls when faced with several disapproving looks, courtesy of the other bakery customers "We'll pay like everyone else, so chill out. Where's the waitress?" He demands to know when his friends and he find an empty table, sitting down unceremoniously.

Tomori tightens her mouth in a line of discomfort as Okubo, Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda all turn to her, none of them seeming to know quite what to say.

“So… uh… are you still going to try the rice balls?,” Okubo asks, uncertain, to which she opens an apologetic smile.

"Yeah, I will. It's just that..."

"Hey, waitress! Aren't you seeing us here?," One of the new arrivals at the table further interrupts her by calling impatiently, while the second scratches his right ear and the third plays with the filthy ball, throwing it in the air "Are you discriminating 'cause we came in a little muddy or something?"

Tomoyo, who was serving a couple at another table next to the windows, turns to the trio with an expression of barely contained displeasure. She exchanges a brief glance with Tomori, who just nods, giving a discreet thumbs-up before turning her attention back to her confused companions.

"Sorry about that… where were we?," She tries to smile again, but the tension in her shoulders was evident, helding the rice ball a little too tightly. Okubo exchanges a worried look with the other three.

"Miss Uta… is there a problem with those guys over there?," he asks, indicating the trio at the table further down with a nod of his head. The cook looks to the side hesitantly before sighing.

"Well, not exactly, but… you know, when you work in customer service, you kind of learn to recognize certain types right off the bat," She explains, gesturing with one hand "The customers who will be most pleasant to deal with and the ones that are going to be trouble. Those three over there seem to be in the second group."

"Ooh...," The other four turn to observe the new arrivals once more; the three were laughing out loud at something they saw on the leader's phone screen, the occupants of the closest tables clearly bothered by the noise. "Got it. The 'wanna-be delinquents who aimed at Josuke Higashitaka and hit Yuya Fungami' group, right?"

"Are you serious, Okubo? First Ultraman, and now JoJo? We won't call you a nerd only because you need to be smart to be considered one."

"Leave me alone, Himuro!"

"Ahaha! No, seriously," Tomori shakes her head after laughing "You got that right. Those really annoying type of guys who are always talking loudly, making a ruckus at their table and hitting on the waitresses and other customers, making everyone uncomfortable-"

"Why are you looking at me?!," Rihito screeches, indignant, when his friends stare at him with bored expressions "Get lost, dammit!"

Tomori laughs again, clearing her throat in sequence "Anyway… dealing with that kind of customer is always a pain. So I'm kinda worried about Tomoyo," She admits, looking at the waitress over her shoulder, her mouth tightening again in a line of discomfort "She'll signal to me if that trio starts to cross the line, so I'm paying attention to her. Sorry for being distracted..."

"No need to apologize. We can even help you with that," Okubo guarantees, crossing his huge arms, his expressiondarkening and becoming a little threatening under the shadow of his cap "If these guys start to go a litle to wild, we'll kick them outta here ourselves."

"Ourselves?," Himuro stares at him with an arched eyebrow, "Can't you handle that on your own, Okubo?"

"Come on, you know that short, skinny kids always had an upper hand over baldie here. So, Okubo, how many chokeholds have Imai locked you in since the last two years?," Rihito asks, smiling sharply, and has to almost crouch under the table to dodge when Okubo tries to punch him in the shoulder, furious and embarrassed.

"Shut the fuck up already! I- I mean...!," He winces his shoulders and turns quickly to Tomori, alarmed, the tips of his ears bright red "Of course I can handle it on my own, but if you didnt go with me, how would you show Miss Uta how grateful you are for the cookies and teachings she offered, huh?"

"I thought the rice balls served that purpose...," Kaneda arches an eyebrow, to which Okubo shakes an index finger in denial.

"So take this as you guys owning me for stealing my cookies! You won't get off that easy," He declares before turning to Tomori again, trying to appear confident, haughty, smiling in that open and confident way that she had admired so many times on the covers of sports magazines and television or computer screens "If this establishment is called 'The Heavy Bakery', then we have to live up to the name, right? Let's prove that, as loyal customers, our punches are just as heavy!"

Tomori catches a glimpse of her idol's friends throwing him sidelong glances that seemed meaningful, at least considering the dynamic between them thus far. But she didn't bother trying to decipher them. She was too busy trying to contain her rebellious heart, which had decided that this was the most opportune moment to start drumming frantically. She smiles, discreetly placing a hand on her chest.

“Thank you, Mr. Okubo… and you guys too,” she says, her voice sounding more affectionate than she intended to let on. She couldn't help it. Him, being so willing to help her with a recurring problem at the bakery, without her even nedding to ask... it was like something out of a fan-work she would have scripted and drawn when she was still in elementary school. A fantasy scenario too wonderful to be real…

“Well, you can stop fantasizing as if you were still a school girl! He's only doing this as a thank you for the cookies and the cooking lessons. You're too old to be daydreaming about things that are completely out of your reach.”

She tells her traitorous conscience to stop spoiling her fun at least once in her entire life. That little voice was even starting to sound like Paikon, holy shit! She knew all of this and didn't expect anything more than a fun night out in the near future. She just wanted to enjoy that happiness a little longer…

"Hey, you're the waitress, aren't you?," The loud and irritating voice of one of the hooligans at the table ahead reaches her ears, making her jump a little "Your job is to bring exactly what we asked for!"

She and her four companions turn around once more, and Tomori sees, with a growing sense of agitation bubbling in the pit of her stomach, an extremely annoyed and uncomfortable Tomoyo staring at the leader of the trio of noisy young men, her notepad being almost folded over halfway between her tense fingers. She finished serving the couple and walked over to them, but now she seemed quite regretful for not ignoring them before.

“My number is not on the menu to be considered an order,” she says in a dry tone. And then she adds, albeit against her will, "Sir."

“How about considering it a courtesy of the house then, eh?” The second guy suggests, smiling as if he was making an offer she couldn't refuse "Like those restaurants that offer some baguettes while customers wait for their orders."

"Yep! A few treats always guarantee a loyal clientele," The third one arches an eyebrow "You'll lose customers if you don't try to please. Just warning you."

Tomoyo twists her mouth, not even trying to hide her displeasure anymore.

"Which customers? You? Don't worry, we'll survive. Anyway...," She puts the tip of her pencil back on the notepad "It's going to be three chocolate milkshakes, three croissants, a strawberry shortcake, a blueberry muffin and a donut with matcha frosting, right? Great, your order will arrive soon-"

"Hey, hey, hang on!" The gang leader immediately stretches out his arm, holding the waitress' wrist and preventing her from moving away. "Is this any way to talk to paying customers? Who do you think you are, huh?"

“Let go of me,” she said through clenched teeth, trying to wriggle out of his hand, but that only made his grip tighten.

"Not until I hear an apology from that mouth of yours," He coos in a sickly sweet tone "Or I'll be forced to call your manager and tell him about the terrible service his employee offered. So what's gonna be?"

Tomoyo grinds her teeth, clenching the fist the idiot was still holding. His two friends let out mocking laughs, one of them commenting:

"Would you look at that, the little kitten is showing her claws! Oh, we're so scared..."

There is a loud creaking sound as Okubo, Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda move to get up from the table, their expressions darkening. But they stop in the act of getting up from their seats, surprised as they realized that the place where Tomori had been sitting was now empty, the lunchbox with the rice balls forgotten on the table.

"Excuse me! Is there a problem here?"

The laughter dies down when the idiots become aware of Tomori's presence, approaching and stopping next to Tomoyo with joined hands, smiling pleasantly. The waitress takes a deep breath, looking relieved, but the leader of the trio continues to hold her wrist, keeping her trapped.

"And who is the babe who wants to know?," He arches an eyebrow at the sous chef, smiling; both he and his friends seemed to like what they were seeing very much. Tomori's expression remained composed, as if she hadn't heard the insinuating tone in his voice.

"Uta Tomori, sir. I'm one of the cooks on duty today," She gives a little curtsy "And I couldn't help but notice that there seems to be some disagreement going on between you gentlemen and our waitress."

"Oooh, someone from the kitchens? Good to know," He nods with smug satisfaction "Can you tell your manager that your waitress here was extremely rude to us?"

Her eyes darted to Tomoyo's face, and then to her wrist, still being held. Her brows furrowed slightly.

"Sorry, sir, but what I'm seeing here doesn't match your accusations. I'll have to ask you to let her go, we don't tolerate that kind of truculent behavior inside the Heavy Bakery premises, when it's unjustified."

"That's the thing, it's not unjustified," Another of the troublemakers argues, while the leader lets go of Tomoyo's wrist with a snort "She was rude and totally unprofessional. Customers should be treated like kings, isn't that the policy of this kind of place?"

"And when kings demand something..." The third one lets the rest of the sentence hang in the air, as if encouraging the employees to complete it. Tomoyo makes a dismissive sound, rubbing her sensitive wrist, and it took a lot of Tomori to not lose her composure when she saw that. She turns to the girl, both of them communicating with just their eyes.

"Tomoyo, was there any miscommunication between these gentlemen and you when taking the orders?"

"As for the orders, none," She guarantees, to which the leader responds immediately, raising his voice:

"Yes, there was. You refused to bring one of our orders, remember? And it was just a phone number, nothing that would give you trouble or justify all that rudeness..."

"And I already said no!"

"You don't get to say no to a customer's request. Did they ever teach you that during your training program or something?"

"Eh, forget about it. Something much better has appeared on our radar," The leader gives Tomori a smile that he must have thought was charming "Your number shouldn't be on the menu either, lady, but it would be one of those nice little perks that guarantee customer loyalty. So? Are you going to teach that girl how to treat a customer?"

Tomoyo grinds her teeth again. And above that sound, Tomori could have sworn she heard a low, masculine growl behind him. She doesn't turn around to make sure of that, though. She keeps her eyes fixed on the inconvenient trio, opening an affable smile.

"I'll do better than that. I'll explain one of the bakery's policies, as you don't seem to have read it on the blackboard over there," She points towards the entrance without turning around "It says we have the right to refuse service, whether because it's against our guidelines or because it makes us uncomfortable in some way. Tomoyo, you don't want to give your number to these gentlemen, do you?"

"Nope," The girl nods confidently, and the three men' jaws drop together, as if they've rehearsed, when the cook nods with satisfaction.

"You heard her. My answer is the same, so please don't insist. And don't touch employees without their consent either. Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to leave."

She hoped that was enough. She had deliberately raised her voice, both so that Kanami could hear her from the kitchens and to draw attention from the other customers. The presence of witnesses nearby used to deter the insistence of clients like those, who wanted to avoid embarrassment. But that strategy did not always work. Some clients who just wouldn't take a hint. And judging by the angry expressions of those three, they were part of that group.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck is this,?" The leader gets up from his chair, and Tomori automatically puts herself in front of Tomoyo when he approaches her face, his teeth clenched "What kind of shitty customer service is this?!"

"Ooh, are you confused? Alright then, I'll read it out loud, straight from the blackboard, and you tell me which part you don't understand," Tomori turns back to the blackboard in the entrance, reading in a high and extremely slow tone, as if she were speaking with someone who was not literate “The Heavy Bakery values the comfort and safety of both customers and employees, so we have the right to refuse service in cases where-"

"We can fucking read!," He blusters, turning red when other customers giggle; she thought she heard Okubo and his friends laughing too "It just doesn't make a goddamn sense! Where have you ever seen an establishment that refuses service like this?"

"That's right! We want to talk to your manager!," Another of the troublemakers points to her "We still have the right to complain about the service!"

"Certainly, but you'll be wasting yout time. The manager will just repeat what I just explained," Tomori assures, her tone getting drier as she discreetly gestures for Tomoyo to move away "But I can still call her, she'll make sure to read the whole board to you too, she is fluent in English and you might understand better-"

"That's no way to fucking treat customers!," The leader hits the tabletop with a closed fist "Who do you think you are, huh? Just a bunch of women who keep waiting tables or warming their bellies on the stove because they're not good for anything else-"

"Why don't you make your own food then? Your own milkshake? Why don't you serve yourselves?," Tomori asks, her voice icy "If it's such an easy job, why don't you do it yourself?," She then waves a hand when he opens his mouth to retort "You know what? At this point, not even my paycheck is worth going through this," She points to the exit "Please leave."

Amidst the sepulchral silence that took over the bakery, Tomori could only hear the sounds of Hiro clapping from the counter next to the cash register, a small whistle coming from the window that faced the kitchens and a high-pitched laugh, coming from the table that her idol and his friends occupied. The faces of the three troublemakers were furiously red. They clench and unclench their fists, stiffening their shoulders to look bigger, trying to intimidate her. Tomori just continues to stare at them, her hand still indicating the entrance to the bakery.

At last they seemed to decide that the subject was not worth pursuing. The leader snorts with a sneer as his friends gather their belongings from the table with a frown.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We're leaving and we're never going to set foot in this place again" He lifts his chin "The service is awful and so must be the food. So you can keep your shitty attitude, your lame ass customer service and kiss my ass on our way out," He sneers while him and his friend make their way towards the entrance, but Tomori still answers, before she manages to stop herself:

"Well then please pick a spot, sir, because you're an entire ass."

There's a collective gasp, and then the entire bakery erupts in laughter, the ones coming from the four idiots' table being by far the loudest. She even sees Okubo and Rihito hitting the table with their fists, both with tears of laughter in their eyes as they double over themselves. And all she manages to do is blush, kind of stunned at herself.

Oh, shit. It just slipped out. And she thought she had acquired enough professionalism to suppress that not so sweet side of her personality when she was on the clock. And right in front of Okubo, holy crap...!

"What did you say?! You fuckin' bitch!"

She hears Tomoyo scream, alarmed, at the same time she feels her arm being grabbed and pulled hard, making her lose her balance and stagger forward. She sees, paralyzed with shock, the leader of the troublemakers raising his fist aloft, his face red with humiliation and fury as he bellows, “Say that on my face, you-"

His threat was cut short when several things happened simultaneously. Tomori couldn't say how she was able to register each of these things, however; maybe the shock had slowed everything down in her eyes, like in those low-budget action movies.

She saw Hiro and Tomoyo open their mouths in mute screams. She saw Okubo leap off his seat before Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda could react, his face twisted in a focused fury she had only seen inside a octagon. And she watched as the side of the idiot's face caved in as he was hit hard by a boot, courtesy of Kanami, who had leapt over the counter and lashed out with a spectacular side kick.

The other two troublemakers had to dodge out of the way to avoid being hit by their leader's flying body, which collided with an empty table, taking it with him to the floor with a crash that made the entire bakery jump. Tomoyo immediately grabbed Tomori's arm to stop her from falling with the sudden movement, while Kanami placed herself in front of both of them with a snarl.

"Argh! You- you crazy bitch!," The leader shouts from the floor, struggling, while his friends ran to help him and other customers got up from their chairs, stunned "Who do you think you are to hit me like that?!"

"Her? Oh, sweetheart, she's none other than the menager!," Hiro yells from the cashier, clapping his hands loudly and grinning from ear to ear. Tomori, still panting a little while Tomoyo was holding her, raises her voice as she says:

"That's right. You wanted to talk to the manager, right? Well, you spoke to the sole of her boots!"

The stunned silence is broken by a chorus of loud laughter, clapping and high-pitched whistles. Okubo, Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda watched the gratuitous display of violence with amazement and satisfaction, the first two being by far the noisiest.

"That was fuckin' awesome, Miss Kanami! A impecable side kick if I've ever seen one!," Okubo exclaims, raising a fist in the air, to which Himuro comments impressed:

"Now we know why Sekibayashi insisted on having you as a student!"

"Is this a common occurrence around here? If so, I'll want to stop by more often," Kaneda jokes with a laugh "Well done, Miss Kanami!"

"Holy shit, auntie! That was one hell of a kick!," Rihito shouts with a huge smile, his cheeks even flushing a little "You just made me fall for you all the way more!"

"Don't call me auntie!," Kanami growls before turning to the three troublemakers "And you! Do you think that my establishment is your playground or something to go grabbing and threatening my employees like that?!"

"T-They were rude to us-"

“Because you were rude to them first! Do you think I didn't hear everything from the kitchens?," She points with her thumb to the area behind the counter, where they could see the heads of Koga, Ryuki and Paikon peeking through the staff access door, the boys looking at Kanami delightedly, the older man looking like he'd just been woken up from a nap.

“They ruined my mid-day nap… just kick those idiots out of here, Miss Oomori, please."

"I know, Paikon, I know! If there's one thing I don't force my employees to put up with, it's a rude, arrogant customer that's incapable of taking no for an answer," She takes a step towards them, to which the three scurry away in shock "People like that are not welcome here, do you understanding me? Now get out of my bakery, or I'll kick you out myself!"

"What- What kind of establishment is this?!," The leader of the troublemakers shrieks, furious; blood trickled from his nostrils and from the left corner of his lower lip, the patterns on the sole of Kanami's boots perfectly printed on the side of his face "I'm going to report this place to the health department! To the police! We're going to call all our pals and we're going to blow this shit up, and I don't care if there's only woman and filthy fags around here!"

"What? Show some decency, you worthless brute!," Hiro exclaims from the counter "The fags here are very clean people, thank you very much. Oh, and your grandma called. She wants her wig back."

"Shut the fuck up before I beat the shit out of you-"

And once again, the idiot was silenced, this time by Kanami's fist, hitting his jaw and almost knocking him down again, if it weren't for his astonished friends catching him in time.

"Takeh! You'll not get away with this, you bitch!," One of them yells, to which the baker cracks her fists, grinding her teeth.

"So you aren't getting out on your own accord? Fine by me. At the end of the day, I'm always the one having to take out the trash."

And at the end of it all, neither Tomori nor any of the others there could call what ensued a fight. In a fight, all parties involved had at least some chance of winning. The trio of troublemakers never had any. The bakery filled with excited cheers, catcalls and encouragement as Kanami gave those three the lesson they so badly needed. And Tomori, cheering her alongside them, learned one more new thing about her idol and his friends: they seemed to love watching fights as much as they loved participating in them.

"That's it, aunt! Give 'em hell!," Okubo screamed with his fists in the air "Fuck, this place has good food and some ass-kicking on the side, I love it here!"

"Yeah, cave his fuckin' nose in! And now a right hook! Holy shit, this is awakening the amazon hunter I didn't even know that existed inside me!," Lihito clapped his hands, while Himuro just laughed and Kaneda now looked a little worried.

"I just hope they don't call the police or anything- ouch! Even I felt that one!"

"And what are they gonna tell the cops? That they harassed and tried to attack the employees? They're not that stupid, hahaha! Man, beating the shit outta cocky kids like that should be classified as a sport!," Himuro smiles at Koga, who was watching and cheering for Kanami along with Ryuki behind the counter. Koga responds by flipping him the bird.

It didn't take long for the three clowns to decide they had had enough. The leader, his face swollen and bloody, had to be hurriedly helped by his friends (almost as beate up as he was) as they fled the bakery, now terrified.

"Fuckin' hell, that wasn't a girl! That was a tranny who trained under Bruce Lee or something!"

"Shut the fuck up and run before she comes after us!"

"Uuugh, that- that bitch didn't saw the last of me, I swear...!"

And when the voices fade outside amid the sounds of traffic, the bakery erupts into a round of applause, customers congratulating a panting Kanami for the feat. Tomori and Tomoyo ran to help her.

"Kanny! God, look at your hands!," The sous chef gasps, holding her friend's right wrist, while Tomoyo said hurriedly:

"We need to clean these wounds, Miss Kanami! Seriously, you didn't have to do that..."

"Of course I had to! That asshole tried to grab you and then nearly hit Tomori!," Kanami snorts "They must have gotten away with a lot of shit in the past, but that's not how things work on my turf."

"That's right, sis! We would have busted their fuckin' faces up ourselves, but it's way more fun watching you do it yourself!," Koga exclaims with a smile, raising a fist in the air, while Ryuki does the same, but raising a pastry bag full of cream instead.

"Would we have gotten more croissants if we had? Because if so, I offer to take out the trash next time!"

“Call us every take-out day then, holy shit!," Okubo exclaims, extremely excited; his friends and he were the only ones who were still standing, while the rest of the bakery went back to sitting at their tables, still commenting on what had happened "That was the best show I've seen during a meal! I almost went to beat the crap outta them myself, my blood boiled when I saw that piece of shit grabbing Miss Uta and... uuh, I mean...!," He turns very red when the other three start laughing at his little slip "It’s just that you have to be a shitty coward to raise your hand against a woman, even more so against such a cute one- I mean...!"

"Alright, Okubo, we got it. Shut your pie hole before you mess with your mojo even more," Himuro jokes while Tomori stared at Okubo with wide, shining eyes. He'd been worried about her safety, he'd been willing to go to town just to protect her, he...!

"But it was precisely because we didn't get involved that we were able to appreciate such a show," Kaneda comments with a smile "That was kickboxing, right?"

“Whatever it was, it was fuckin' awesome!," Rihito looked at Kanami as a pre-teen would look at a teacher he had a crush on "Are you really sure you don't want to give me your number, ma'am? I guarantee you that I am much more respectful and good-natured than those little pieces of shit you beat the crap out of."

"But weren't you begging for my friend's number until five minutes ago...?," Tomori asks, astonished. Kanami, on the other hand, shoots Rihito a warning look, causing him to flinch.

"So far you haven't forced yourself on anyone here, but you're too insistent for me to give you the benefit of the doubt. So you better be on your best behavior. Don't give me any reason to believe that you're going to be like those three, or you'll end up just like them. You hear me, you male gyaru?"

Rihito's jaw drops as his friends burst out laughing, pointing at him.

"Male gyaru? Holy crap, Miss Kanami, that was uncalled for! Damn, guess I should just throw the towel after that..."

He sits down, pouting, and that just makes the others laugh even harder. Even Kanami allows herself a brief chuckle, before raising her voice and saying, in a more measured and professional tone:

"Sorry about that, everyone! I promise you won't be charged an extra for the show," She jokes, and the other customers laugh a little. She then claps her hands, decreeing, "Alright, back to work! Tomoyo, take a few minutes in the back to breathe, Koga can wait tables in the meantime. Hiro, stop blowing kisses at the male gyaru, he's almost crying! Paikon, can you take care of this mess? Yeah, I know, sorry... Tomori?," She turns to her friend "Your lunch break ends in fifteen minutes. Better try your rice balls soon,” She nods toward the four idiots' table.

They wave at Tomori (with the exception of Lihito, who's still sulking), Okubo by far the most enthusiastic. She laughs happily.

"Are you really timing my lunch break? Such a party-pooper," She jokes, to which Kanami rolls her eyes before returning to the kitchens. Tomori, for her part, returns to the table, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, feeling suddenly aware of her situation.

"I'm back. Sorry about that...," She feels herself blushing, her face heating up "I swear I tend to be much more professional than what you guys saw..."

"If there was one thing those assholes didn't deserve, it was professionalism," Himuro guarantees calmly. Kaneda nods.

"That's right. Don't feel guilty. Again, we liked the show, hahaha."

"Especially the beginning," Okubo rests an arm on the table top, looking at her with sincere surprise, a hint of admiration in his gray eyes "You had more flexibility than you're giving yourself credit for. Apparently it's not just your boss who doesn't take shit from jerks like that, haha!"

"Hunf… she doesn't take shit from anyone, and neither compliments...," Rihito snorts "But never mind, I know when to give up. I already have a plan B anyway," And he gives Tomori a huge smile "I'm completely single, see? Let your friend know that she won big time and that the prize is me-"

"Give it a rest, dammit! Weren't you turned down enough today?," Okubo interrupts while pushing his friend's face to the side, huffing angrily. He turns back to Tomori, who gave an embarrassed laugh, saying, "Anyway, if there was one thing that your supposed lack of professionalism guaranteed, Miss Uta, it's our loyalty as customers. Such badass management is always worth supporting, haha!"

The smile that Tomori opened now is much more sincere, content, bubbles of happiness bursting inside her stomach, causing that satisfaction that always enveloped her when she heard compliments coming from his mouth. Hell... it made it really hard to regret letting the less nice side of her personality show like that. Maybe... maybe he could like that other Tomori, like he liked the one he knew now? She hoped so.

"Thank you, Mr. Okubo. And you guys too. Now...," She goes back to picking up the rice ball that looked like a baseball from inside the lunchbox "It's time for the management to taste this offering and give their verdict!"

"Nice! I assure you that mine are the best of the batch," Okubo says happily, to which Rihito stares at him, unimpressed.

"They all taste the same, dumbass. We already tried them, remember?"

“I remember that you put too much umeboshi in one of yours, and then it ended up tasting like a salted Bubbaloo."

"Fuck off!"

Laughing, Tomori lifts the rice ball to his mouth, taking a generous bite. She chews slowly, feeling the texture, the taste. The other four watch her intently, Okubo looking a little anxious. She swallows, and after opening her eyes and staring at them for a second, she breaks into a huge smile and exclaims:

"It’s tasty!"

And by their expressions, especially that of her idol, their little culinary experiment was well worth it.

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #Narushima Koga #Gaoh Ryuki #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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