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𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊

summary: when a disease turns the world into an apocalyptic landscape, you join a group in order to survive. you find yourself drawn to a certain blue-eyed man for no explainable reason. though the two of you have your own pasts to deal with, the two of you grow closer and closer together. after all, it seems as though you’re the only lovers left alive

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

genre: post apocalypse au, strangers to friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, smut, some hurt comfort, inspired by some of the events from the last of us

word count: 16k+

warnings: 18+ mdni, some heavy-ish themes, mentions of suicide, smut, heavy making out, fingering, vaginal penetration, cum eating, slight begging, gojo is a teeny bit of a dick but overall just doesn’t know how to handle emotions

note: i did take some inspo from the last of us, so if you see something you might recognize, it’s because i most likely based something off of it. nothing too major though, but the infected here are like the ones in the game/show. i don’t want any comments saying i stole the idea bc i stg i’ll just combust 

also a thank you for @jadeisthirsting​ for beta-reading again, love her!

You were glad that chocolate bars survived the apocalypse. 

Those, along with chips (you don’t look at expiration dates anymore), crackers, and protein bars seemed to stand the tests of time. 

The abandoned convenience store was harshly run down. The glass was shattered, and you could hear the crunch of shards underneath your boots whenever you walked up and down the aisles. Vegetation took reign in most of the area, and vines grew alongside the walls and the counters. Weeds sprung through the cracks in the floor and long blades of grass peeked in from the outside. 

A lot of the aisles were already ransacked from those who came before, but you had to admit that this place was in much better condition food-wise than all the others you had seen. You loaded your cart with whatever you could find; cereal, bars, chips, instant ramen, jerky, really anything that wasn’t perishable by your standards. 

You also made sure to stock up on medical supplies while you were here. Antiseptic, rolls of bandages, needles for stitching, medical tape. You were able to find a bottle of disinfectant and some rubbing alcohol, so you spent a couple of minutes cheering over the small victory. 

The rays of sun that peeked through and washed out certain parts of the store a quiet orange made it seem more serene than it actually was, and you took your time as you leaned on the cart handle, walking slowly as you tried to pretend like you were just shopping for amenities like you would years ago, without the fear of the outside world trying to hunt you down the moment you stepped out. 

Under your breath you hummed a soft tune, letting your fingers run over the empty shelves as you looked around. 

Many opened boxes littered the ground. None of them were to your benefit so you just stepped over them, tapping something on your arm to keep your mind busy. It was only noon, so you had a couple of hours to waste before it got dark.

Though you had the hunting rifle near you in case anything popped out in front of you, you liked to pretend that there was no danger when you rounded a corner. It saved a little naive part of your mind to imagine that everything was normal when you knew that it wasn’t.  

“...yeah, no, no, I agree, I just…” 

You stopped in your tracks, air hitching in your throat as you went rigid upon hearing the muffled voices. 

“I heard the bunkers in Kyoto and Osaka fell…radio transmission,” It was a female voice, that much you could make out. But assessing the sound of feet shuffling on the floor and the other sounds, you knew there had two be at least two people, maybe even more. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had heard somebody speak. You tried to remember, raking your mind for when it was, and it must have been months ago, maybe even a year, and that was just a small encounter. You doubted the guy even saw you. And this is far worse, they closed and you have nowhere to hide without making a sound. They could be raiders or scavengers. One of them could be infected without the other's knowledge. Millions of thoughts ran through your head as you tried to rationalize with yourself.

“What happened to the one in Nara?” This time it was a male voice, and much closer than before. They were probably only a few aisles away until they reached you. You could feel your heart beating uncontrollably fast, rattling against your ribcage as your mind faltered on what to you. 

“They’re not letting people inside. They deter anybody unless you have a pre-bought cabin there.” The first woman replied, and you could hear some glass clanking as she kicked an empty beer bottle (from what you could deduce), across the floor. 

“How do you know so much?” Another male asked. Three so far, you made a mental note as you tried shoving all your food and things in any pocket you could find, shoving the big bottle of rubbing alcohol down your shirt to nestle on your bra. You didn’t risk your life trying to find this place just to have some strangers take the things you so desperately need.

“They play messages on the radio at night. If you didn’t go to sleep so fuckin’ fast you might hear something useful.” The first girl said, but there was no bite to her voice. She even chuckled, and you swore one of the other guys laughed too. 

“Why can’t we just stay where we are? We haven’t seen any infected here.” Four. This time it was another girl's voice. So far, two females and two males. You were severely outnumbered. You doubted you were that skilled, even in all your years, to surpass four people.  

Deciding to leave a few bars behind, you gingerly moved past the cart, making sure not to make a sound as you tiptoed across the broken bottles and glass. You held your breath and tried to hold onto your jacket, not wanting anything to fall out. 

You tried to phase out whatever they were saying so you could stay focused. You squinted your eyes as rays of the sun blinded you when they peeked through some cracks in the ceiling. You shuffled slowly and precisely, your heart quite literally beating in your throat as moved around the debris on the floor. 

You could see the double doors, both open as you let out an inaudible sigh of relief when you saw them, a promise that you weren’t going to die right here when-

CRUNCH.

You stopped, eyes slowly falling down to the comically large piece of glass under your foot, now shattered into a million pieces as you stop breathing. You wait for abated second, thinking nobody heard until you heard some clattering coming from behind you. 

“What the fuck was that?” One of the girls asked, her laughter long gone from her voice as her question rang through the store. 

“I don’t know…wait here…”

You could run, it wasn’t that far to the door, but you were frozen in your place. It was like when…you couldn’t even think about it. Your mind blanked, your limbs not moving despite your brain willing them to do something, anything.

It felt like that day all over again, the weakness and fear that overtook your mind and body as you shook, your legs cramping, your hands shivering as your eyes darted around, your lips clamped between your teeth as blood roared in your ears. 

You wondered if you’d been faster or more agile something may have gone differently. But really, no matter what you were wouldn’t have altered the fact that you saw a blur of clothes from your peripheral, craning to look to your right as your eyes meet bright blue ones. 

Your brows furrowed when the two of you locked eyes, your chests moving up and down as you looked at the weapon in his hand, drawn out, pointing at your head as you blinked, mind going into overdrive as you let out a heavy sigh of air.

He looked angelic and you wanted to smack yourself for that being your first thought. His hair was artic white, tainted a bright yellow as the sun shined over him. He had a sturdy jaw and a tall frame. Long and delicate fingers clutching onto a weapon, getting ready to pull it out the moment he saw you. 

Sure, you could blame it on the fact that you hadn’t seen a man for over three years, but you knew that even despite your blurry and confused judgment he was better looking than most of the guys you’ve seen most of your life. 

There were a few seconds where neither of you said anything, not really knowing what to say as you shifted ever so slightly on your left foot, not knowing if you ran to the door he’d shoot you in the process. 

“Satoru?” A girl came in from behind him, looking at him and then to where his gaze fell until she saw you, a small aurora of surprise taking over her features. 

“Stay with Geto,” The man said, his voice harsh as his eyes narrowed on you, his face unreadable but cold nonetheless as his focus never left your every tiny motion. Taking in all of your features, your clothes, your skin, your eyes. Anything that could give away that you were infected. 

Your eyes darted from him to the girl to his side, not knowing who to look at. The person with the gun pointed at you or the one who stared at you as if you were an artifact, a token she hadn’t seen before. 

“I’m not a threat,” You say after a couple more seconds of unbearable silence, your voice hoarse from barely using it anymore. You rub at your throat, wincing a little as you put your arms up to show that you have nothing in your hands, “I swear I’ll just leave and nothing else.” 

The girl stayed where she was, gnawing on her lip as she shoved the man's arms with hers. 

“She seems fine-” 

“Seems doesn’t mean she’s not infected.” He snapped, never taking his eyes away from you as he pulled his elbow away from her grasp. His voice had a bite to it, sending chills that traveled down your spine. He had no emotion on his face, clear of anything human. 

“I-I’m not infected.” You retaliate, taking a tentative step forward, watching as his grip on his gun became tighter, and taking a step back as he pushed the girl behind him. You put your arms up again, worried you were playing with fate as you slowly and carefully put your bare arms under a ray of light, making sure he could see your actions. You tugged on your sleeves, pulled down the collar of your shirt, and showed him your calves, anything to prove that you weren’t bitten. 

“See…?” 

You waited, his stare jumping from your face to your arm, different gears in his head turning as he debated what to do. 

“‘Toru, she’s not infected,” The girl said, trying to nudge his hand so he’d lower the weapon, “She’s right, she’d be in pain right now if she was.” 

But he didn’t move, his jaw ticking as he shook his head, seemingly still not believing you.

“How do I know you all aren’t infected?” You snapped, angry, as you tried to hide the quiver in your voice. They could be and they’re doing well to hide it. 

“We’re not.” He said, his voice steady, confident, and not carrying any trace of a lie.

“What’s taking so long?” Another voice joined the three of you, a man, the same in height as the one in front of you as he clasped a hand on his shoulder, his brow cocking in surprise when he saw you. His hair was a stark black, pulled into a bun behind his head. Some strands had escaped and fallen out. He seemed far more easygoing than the man next to him, though. His eyes were brighter and his smile was genuine. He looked over to the side as the girl shrugged, worry lacing her features as he drummed his fingers in her arm. He looked back at you, giving you a tiny smile, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Doesn’t matter if you’d just let me go.” You said, your voice mirroring the white-haired man, the new guy’s lips pulling into a little grin as he let out a deep laugh.

“Drop the gun ‘Toru, she’s fine.” The new guy said with a laugh, stepping forward as you took one back, your lungs squeezing together tightly as you went to grab the weapon strapped on your back.

He raised his hands as you had seconds ago, trying to show that he wasn’t intending any harm as he took another step forward. The playful look he had on his face melted away, forming to something softer as he took in the cuts that littered your cheek and knew, the way your eyes darted from his hands to his face to detect any danger. 

“Hello,” He started with a careful smile, not wanting to scare you off, “I’m Geto, but my friends call me Suguru,” He pointed to the girl behind him, “Vera even calls me dumb bitch-”

“Only when I’m mad!” She argued, shooting you an apologetic and embarrassed smile when she realized you were there too, and he snorted, continuing. 

“And the blue-eyed freak is Satoru. Anna’s back there, somewhere. Swear we don’t mean any harm. He’s just,” He glanced behind him at the man who was slowly lowering the gun, his face still clearly telling that he was weary of you, “Cautious.” 

He held out his hand, far larger than yours, for a shake. 

You tilted your head to the side, eyes squinting a little bit as you tried to make out just what he was trying to do.

But you dropped your hand from grasping onto the leather strap of your weapon, your fingers stretching, itching for some human contact as you debated for a little bit. Surely but slowly you brought your hand to his, softly clutching it to see a smile overtake his features. 

“Y/n,” You reciprocate with a small smile of your own, your chapped lips not used to the feeling. His fingers were long as they overtook yours, calloused, but human. They gave yours a gentle squeeze, almost as if he could tell, and you have one back. Something that you never realized you had missed up until this very moment, “My name’s y/n.”

He said your name once under his breath to commit it to memory. 

“You going anywhere specific?” He asked, his hands crossed across his chest as he waited patiently for you to answer. 

You swallowed dryly, in desperate need of some water as you pointed somewhere north. 

“Heard there’s a camp somewhere in Takayama…you?” 

He chuckled, nodding as if he couldn’t believe your words, looking behind him as the girl you guessed was Vera let out a small laugh too. The blue-eyed man, Satoru you deduced, stayed stoic, not giving anything away.

“By any chance are you talking about that one camp that has running water ‘n shit?” 

You nod, not trusting your voice anymore as you blink. 

“Nice,” He cocked his head in the direction of his group, the second girl, Anna, now walking in to see what the fuss was about, “That’s where we’re going too. Or at least, trying to. Care to join?”

You quickly learned that this group was different from your old one. 

They were serious, sure, but everybody was given the predicament. They were on guard at any sudden noise, guns drawn and ready, but they still acted like you guess they would have back in their old lives. They made jokes, laughed at each other's stupid mistakes, and spent the days and nights filling the silence with whatever they could. 

It was jarring, really, seeing how your old group of six never laughed nor had a moment of naïve fun, but you were far more fond of this than that.

“Damn, so you’re the youngest one here then?” Geto asked one day as you five trudged through an abandoned city. You looked up, mouth parted in slight awe as you took in the strange sights; abandoned skyscrapers, some tilting over a bit. Many were severely destroyed by the bombings. There were large craters on the ground, concrete slabs, and building chunks that fell into them. Geto nudged your side, snapping you from your trance as he waited for you to answer.

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess,” Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “Only by a little bit though. I was about to graduate high school when it started and I guess that was like what, five-ish years ago?” You couldn’t distinctly remember, time had just become a construct after so many months.

Vera and Anna had begun talking about how old they were when it started, and you had gotten roped into the conversation. 

“You’re the baby of the group now!” Anna exclaimed, pinching your cheeks with a giggle as you laughed softly, looking down at the cracked concrete beneath your feet as your backpack thumped on your back with every step you took, “It's good though,” She whispered in your ear, “You can use it to get out of chores.” You snickered at that, rolling your eyes but thankful for the tip.

You found out that Anna was only a couple of months older than you. Then came Geto, who was a year older than you two, Vera was around as old as him, and Gojo was two years older than you. 

“Wait, so you’ve been traveling alone all these years?” Anna was the one to ask as she walked closer to you, her brows pinched together in confusion, 

You could have sworn it was an unspoken rule not to talk about the past unless somebody brought it up directly.

“No, no,” You shook your head as your nose wrinkled at the thought, “I was part of a bigger group. But we,” You looked away, at nothing in particular as a sharp pang ran through your chest, “We split up a while ago. That’s when I went solo.”

She nodded in understanding, pulling her hair back as she tied it up, fanning her face at the heat. The sun was beating harshly on your face, sweat prickling at your hairline as you squinted through the bright light.

“Was it hard?” Anna asked, clearly not picking up on your reluctance to the subject. 

You swallowed, feeling like a part of your chest was heavier than it was seconds before as you cleared your throat. 

“I, well,” You shrugged, stammering a bit, “A little bit, but I learned how to-”

“How’d you get your food?” She cut you off. You could tell she wasn’t trying to do any harm, her eyes shining with childish curiosity but it didn’t do anything to hide the fact that it quite literally felt like your throat was closing up. 

“I would hunt or find whatever I co-”

“So you like being part of a group?” 

“Yeah-”

“Did it ever get lonely?”

“Anna,” Gojo cut her off, his voice not loud but commanding enough to get everybody's attention, speaking for the first time in what seemed a couple of hours, “Calm down.” 

Her eyes darted from you to him, finally noting the overwhelmed expression that you were trying your best to hide as she muttered out a quiet sorry. She moved to talk to Vera, and you were thankful that it wasn’t awkward as you went back to looking at the buildings. 

You gave him a small nod, grateful, but he only blinked, looking away as he went back to listening to whatever Geto was telling him. You huffed out a small embarrassed laugh, not putting much thought into it as you kicked a pebble across the ground, feeling the wind tickle your cheeks as you tried to hold back the sting of tears in your eyes. 

Gojo didn’t say much, even after you joined their group, and Vera told you it was normal and not to take it to heart. So you didn’t try to talk much with him, not wanting to push and prod at any of his boundaries. But he was nice otherwise, in his own ways. He took the night watch, letting you guys sleep, and insisted that he was fine with it. He was attentive, always giving the rest of his food to Anna when she complained about how hungry she was. He was cautious, as Geto would put it, but you couldn’t blame him. You were cautious too.

Did it ever get lonely? Her question rang through your mind. It was stupid, you’ve only known her for a short amount of time. Hell, you’ve only known these people for a couple of weeks but it felt like she had dug a hot iron into your chest with the simple query. It was pathetic, really, but it was that thing where the more you tried to stop yourself from crying the worse it became, and that seemed to be true right now. 

You fell behind a little bit, not anything much, but enough so that you were by yourself as you looked up. You found it easier to control your emotions as you blinked back the tears, not wanting to wipe them away in case anybody noticed. In front of you, you could hear Vera and Anna arguing about something minuscule, smiles still on their faces as they playfully banter back and forth. 

The wind began to pick up a bit, your eyes watering even more as you blinked back the fat tears that were threatening to fall and roll down your cheek, biting your lip as if that could make it stop.

“Everything alright?”

Your head whipped to the side to where the voice came from, a little surprised to see Gojo walking next to you. His hair was tucked behind his ears, hands in his pockets as he waited for your response. 

As you blinked in shock a small tear fell, and you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, no use in hiding it now as you nodded, lips quivering a bit as you sniffled. You could count the number of times he had spoken to you on a single hand, so you hid it by looking away. Your cheeks heated up under his heavy stare, not used to it, especially from him. 

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” You said as you exhaled shakily, not having the guts to look at him as you just stared directly ahead of you at the three heads of the other members of the group. But you weren't good at masking the lie as you watched from the corner of your eyes as he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to you. 

Looking at his outstretched hand you saw a tissue and your eyes darted to him in questioning. 

“It’s not poisoned, y’know.” He told you, his voice slightly less monotone as you let out a watery laugh, tentatively taking it from him as you whispered out a hushed thanks. 

You blew your nose as quietly as you could, feeling bad as you threw it to the side of the street you blinked again, hoping this time you could do a better job of controlling your pesky and fragile emotions with somebody next to you.

There was a silent beat as neither of you said anything, wringing your fingers together as you tried to look for an explanation for all this. It was stupid, childish, and downright embarrassing, but you still couldn’t find the words to justify anything.

“Anna can be like that. You learn to live with it.” Gojo finally said, interrupting your train of thought as he spoke. You could tell he was slowing down his pace to match yours, his long legs taking shorter steps and you almost laughed at the sight. 

“It’s okay,” You said, rubbing at your eyes again as your nose wrinkled again, “I’m just not used to being…”

“Bombarded?” He said, finding the right word as you nodded with a small chuckle.

“Yeah… that. I know it’s stupid. I don’t even know why I’m…” You trailed off, wiping at your eyes with your palms as you took in a shaky breath, “It’s just been a while since I’ve talked this much, so I’m still trying to get used to it…sorry.” You let out a little hiccup, missing the way his lips almost pulled into a smile at the sound. 

“Don’t apologize,” He said, shrugging as he kicked a piece of broken asphalt across the sidewalk, “It’s not your fault.”

You went to open your mouth to say something back but Geto waved his arms, motioning the two of you to the rest of them as he pointed to something on the ground. 

“Oi, Gojo, come check this out. I don’t know if this is a cordyceps or a regular mushroom.” 

And you glanced at the man next to you one more time but he was already jogging forward to see what the fuss was about. It didn’t matter much, it shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t stop the way your little heart fluttered pathetically at his words. You quickened your pace, shaking your head at the thought as you joined the group once again.

But as much as you tried you couldn’t get his final words out of your head. It’s not your fault. How you wish it were true. If only he knew, he’d probably eat his own words. Swallow them up so that they were never spoken into existence because it was your fault. But you couldn’t say that now. 

You hated that time between day and night more than anything. 

When the crickets chirped and the sky became darker than it should have, casting a shadow over the ground. The stars were freckles across the sky and the light breeze didn’t distract you from the fact that clickers could be a stone's throw away from you without you ever realizing it. 

The abandoned apartment complex they decided to spend the night in was definitely in better condition than the ones surrounding it, but even with the extensive search you guys did up and down to make sure it was clear of any danger, you still felt a little nauseous as they set up base in the lobby. 

Your sleeping bags were sprawled out on the marble floor lined with dirt. You had your backpack next to you, your gun within arm's reach. Next to the fire was an array of cans to pick from, but you weren’t hungry, not in the slightest. You could barely stomach anything after Anna’s bombardment of questions that left you a quiet mess, and being surrounded by people in the dark just made it worse.

“Hungry?” Vera held out a can of preserved peaches but you shot your head, biting back the sick that made its way up to your throat at the thought of eating. You could feel her eyes burning on the side of your face but she didn’t press any further, eating as the two of you listened to Geto talk about his plan for reaching the camp in Takayama. 

He was the more animated one of the two males. He talked with his hands, his face contorting in different ways as he conversed with Anna. Gojo sat on the side, watching the flames dance across the rocks, his blue eyes lit a color you’ve never seen before as he listened in his own way to the conversation.

“I saw you earlier,” Vera whispered as she leaned in closer to you, throwing the empty can aside as she wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, pointing to Geto so your attention could stay on him while you listened to her, mostly not to draw any attention from the others as she tucked her hair behind her ear, “Talking with Satoru.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, looking at Vera but she nudged you to look back at Geto, continuing. 

“I know he’s not the easiest person to warm up to,” She said with a shrug, picking at her nails as he glanced at you with a soft smile, “He used to be, before all this. I can’t really blame him for being on guard-” You nodded in understanding and she softly chuckled at your response, “But he cares.” 

About what? You wanted to ask but didn’t want to prod too much. 

“So you knew him before?” This was an easier one to answer, and she nodded, cracking her thumb as she rested her head on her arm. The light from the little fire Geto made casted red and orange shadows on the highlights of her face, and she seemed younger here (she wasn’t even old). Her wrinkles were gone, eyes were less full of stress.

“Yeah, he lived near us. Us, being me and Geto.” She quickly said to save you the confusion. Huh, you thought to yourself, no wonder they were so close.

“So you all grew up together?” 

“Yeah,” Her lips pulled into a soft smile, eyes creasing around the edges as she sat in thought, “From elementary school up until university. Geto and Gojo were even doing pre-med together.” 

You almost wanted to laugh at the thought. 

“I know, it’s weird. I can’t even begin to think of what they’d be like as doctors. But their parents wanted them to do it, so they just went along with whatever they said.” 

“What were you doing?” You asked, not even trying to focus on Geto anymore, finding her stories far more interesting. After some time you quickly learned that Vera had much to say when she wanted to, she was just selective when she did. 

“I was planning on becoming a teacher. It pissed my parents off, but I liked it.” Her words were soft, almost as if thinking about it brought back better memories. And you bet it probably did, a future she once wanted now far away from her reach. 

“And Anna? Did she grow up with you guys too?” 

She shook her head, stifling a yawn as her eyelids drooped a little bit. 

“No, we met Anna along the way. She and Emi were close though,” She said, rubbing at her tired face, dragging it down as she tried to fight the sleep threatening its way through her body. 

Emi?

You watched as her eyes widened slightly, looking over at you to see if you caught the name and she sighed in obvious disappointment, mad at herself for the slip-up. Mumbling something along the lines of shit to herself as she blinked quickly.

“Don’t - don’t ask,” She shot you a look and you dared to go against it, her face once lined with empathy turned stone cold, threatening even as her voice loomed its way through your bones, “Don’t say anything about that. Okay?” 

You nod, muttering out a soft ok, almost too scared to answer her loudly as she nodded, clearly not happy with it but knowing there wasn’t much else she could do. 

So you didn’t press it, pretending like you heard nothing as you nodded along to whatever Geto was saying. Though nothing could hide the fiery spark of curiosity that came with the new name, one you had never heard here before. 

You wondered why she tried to hide it.

That night you couldn’t sleep. 

You’d toss and turn, turning your pillow around to see if it would make a difference, but nothing was able to lull you into a tranquil state of being. 

The apartment would creak and groan sometimes, the stories above you stable enough not to collapse, but weak enough to freak you out from shutting your eyes as you stared at them. The crystal chandelier overhead was overrun by dust, and it would sway a little when the wind from outside picked up.

After a couple of minutes, you gave up, huffing in annoyance as you rubbed at your sleepy eyes, wishing they would just work with the rest of your body and sleep, but that was a pathetic attempt and didn’t work.

You got up, careful not to make a sound and disturb anybody sleeping around you, and looked around, looking for somewhere to sit that was safe and peaceful enough to help ease your mind. 

Moving as if you were about to step on a bomb, you found the reception desk, the paint peeling, and the wood corroding. It gave you a good view of the main apartment entrance, so you felt more comfortable there having a view of almost anything. 

Resting your back on it you let out a heavy sigh, your chest moving as your head fell back, thudding against it softly as you played with your fingers. 

“Why’re you up?” 

You almost yelped but controlled the urge as you jumped in your spot, eyes darting around till they found a faint mop of white hair to your left. He was prodding at the last embers of the fire with a metal pipe, moving them around as they made soft crinkling sounds with his every move. You wondered to yourself, both in shame and worry, how you had somehow failed to miss that.

“Were you watching me?” You whispered, wincing as you tried to lower the volume, scoffing at that being the first thing that came to mind. 

“I am on watch duty.” He said, his voice tinged with a bit of sarcasm as his brow raised a little bit. You could barely make him out with your limited vision, but you could tell from where he was standing that he was only a couple of feet away from you. 

“You didn’t answer my first question.” He reminded you after a beat of silence, his voice low as he tried not to wake anybody up. 

You yawned, shrugging as you picked up a rock not to your thigh, moving it around in your hand as your fingers ran along its smooth and imperfect crevices, its cool touch calming you down a little bit. 

“Can’t sleep.” You responded after a bit of thinking, but it really was the truth. Maybe a simplified version of it, but it caused him to let out a quiet scoff, obviously not satisfied with your lazy response. 

“Insomnia or bad dreams?” 

You laughed a bit, your lips quirking at the edges as you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. 

“You would have made a spectacular doctor.” 

He took in a sharp breath of air and you laughed, stifling your giggle with your hand. His reaction telling you he obviously didn’t want that knowledge to be spread around. 

“Swear to god, that’s all she told me though.” You say, holding up your hands as if a pledge of your honesty though you doubted he could even see it. You heard him snort, obviously not buying it but not saying anything about it as he pushed at the coals around a little more. 

A small rush of wind moved the dust and twigs next to you, the whooshing sound somewhat tranquil as it filled the silence. It wasn’t awkward like you thought it’d be, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was a place right in the middle, but it was better than your past three interactions with him. 

You tried to squint, trying to make out his features. He was attractive, that much you could admit. Even if you met him before seeing a man became a rare occurrence you would have had the same thought. His frame was sturdy, lean, and tall. He filled out his clothes rather nicely, and his face was passive and a grimace away from forming a scowl, but you could tell he once used to laugh a lot more if the smile lines told you anything. 

You wondered if the name Emi had anything to do with him losing his smile. 

“Tell me something about yourself then.” 

A shocked laugh threatened to bubble out of your throat at his sudden statement. 

“W-Why?” You stuttered out with a laugh, confused as you shifted where you were sitting, tilting your head a little bit to the side, wishing he’d move so you could see clearly just who it was you were talking to. 

“You know too much about me,” He said as if it was obvious, shrugging his shoulders as he set the metal pipe down gently to not make any noise, “I don’t know anything about you. Other than you can’t sleep and are learning to talk more.” 

A part of you wondered if he was being genuine or trying to be snarky. 

But you just snorted, rolling your eyes at the absurdity of this as you threw your hands, looking up as you thought for a second for something interesting yet boring enough to shut him up so you could have some quiet time. 

“I can only eat semi-sweet or dark chocolate. Milk’s a little too sweet for me.” 

You could hear a snort in response, probably the first you’d ever heard from him as he shuffled around a little bit, his shadow moving a little bit closer to where you were sitting. The ray of moonlight illuminated part of his face, his white lashes fluttering against his cheeks as you watched him rest his chin on the palm of his hand. 

“Seems like we’re complete opposites there,” He admitted, his lips threatening to tug into a smile, but he controlled it as if he didn’t want you to see that part of his hidden emotions.

“Then I’ll give you any milk chocolate bars I find.” 

He huffed, a part of his lip caught under his teeth as he considered the thought. 

“Is that good enough for you?”

He shook his head quickly, comically as you sighed, some sleep finally settling in as you rub at your forehead. You could feel the headache coming from a mile away. 

“Need something more personal,” He retaliated, moving a little bit so that he wasn’t putting all his weight on his arms, his toned chest moving as he resituated himself. You tried to not make it obvious that you were staring, “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Well now you’ve gone too far,” You say with a little laugh, the most genuine one you’ve had in a while. You miss the way his face almost mirrors yours, the edges of his lips threatening to pull up into a grin as you smile. “I like yellow.” You finally answer, your smile faltering as you think back. 

“Any particular reason or do you just like the color of piss?”  

“I had this perfume bottle, I got it for my birthday when I was twelve. The actual perfume smelled disgusting but the bottle itself was this glass-stained yellow, a soft yellow that I haven’t seen anywhere else.” You explained, bringing one leg up to your chest, and wrapping your arms around it to steady yourself. 

“What about you?” He shook his head, waving his pointed finger around, clearly not answering a question yet. 

“No, still on you. Where were you when this all started?” Gojo asked, and the jump from the previous question to this one took you off guard. If you were counting correctly he had two more facts above you than you did for him, but you indulged him, having nothing better to do with your time. 

“At home. I was watching TV with my dad when they broadcasted that signal,” You paused, the memories flooding back as you tried to blink them away. The car, your neighbors who were already infected, “You?” 

For a second you thought he wasn’t going to answer but he shifted, running a hand through his hair as he whistled quietly, thinking.

“I was in a lecture hall.” 

“For your doctor lectures?” 

He chuckled, for the first time since you’ve known him, shaking his head as he eventually nodded, knowing that you were probably never going to give up the information. You watched as he rested his chin on his palm, the new angle giving you a better view of him and you felt your cheeks heating up under his gaze. 

“Yeah,” He couldn’t fight the smile anymore, his face turning softer as he smirked, “For my doctor lectures.”

“Go sleep,” He said after a heavy beat of silence, his voice softer as he watched you wipe at your eyes, a big yawn escaping your mouth as you blinked tiredly, “It’s almost morning.” 

You shake your head, wondering why a part of you was disappointed that he was right. As you stood up, wiping the dust from your pants as you shuffled your way around some bricks, finding your way back to your sleeping bag (with more difficulty than you’d like to admit), and threw it over your body. You could feel his eyes burning on your back, but you shut your eyes and pretended that you were asleep.

A couple of weeks after that night and you wondered if you had somehow passed a test.

While he still didn’t speak much to you, he wasn’t cautious nor weary when he did. 

Gojo still didn’t laugh or smile much, but his little grin was less guarded when you spoke to him. Maybe it was to save you the pity of your awful jokes, but a part of you felt happier knowing he warmed up to you a bit.

“You just haven’t heard these puns yet,” You argued one day, pulling out the book you found when you scavenged through an abandoned store about a week ago. It had water damage and some of the words you could barely read, “Okay, okay, what about this one? 3.14% of sailors are Pi-rates. Huh?” You looked up at him, wiggling your eyebrows only to see him with a disgruntled look, staring down at you as he shook his head in disappointment. 

“None of these should have been published.” He argued, and although he sounded disgruntled, there was an edge of him holding back a laugh. 

“Oh, I like this one!” You exclaimed with a giggle, Vera looking back at the two of you as she smiled to herself, nudging at Geto so he could see too, “What do you use to cut a Roman Emperor's hair?” He didn’t say anything for a second so you lightly kicked his shin, waiting for an answer.

“I don't know, scissors?” You grinned, shocked at how close he was.

“Almost, the answer is Ceasers,” You revealed with a giggle, showing Gojo the book as he sighed, rubbing at his forehead in faux annoyance. You put the book in your back pocket, careful when you fold it, wanting to save the rest for later, “Don’t worry, I’m saving the best for last.” You patted the pocket as he laughed, excusing himself as Geto called for him to check something out on the map. Your foot almost slipped when you walked on some grass, wet from the rain last night, and his hands soft out to grip your elbows, steadying you as you thanked him. Your skin felt like it was on fire from where his lingering touch was, and you looked away, hoping he couldn’t pick up on the embarrassment. 

“Y/n, can you come here for a ‘sec?” Anna called your name, ushering you over as you looked around to see her walking a little bit behind you. And you made your way over to her, readjusting your backpack as your shoulder sunk a bit from how heavy it was. 

She offered you a small smile, though you could tell she was thinking a lot of things through. You noticed that when that line appeared down the middle of her brow, it meant that she was deep in thought. That, or she was mad. But with the way her fingers danced on her arms in discomfort and her eyes darted around the rest of the group, you wanted to bet that she was going through it.

“What’s up?” You finally asked, just hoping there weren't any more questions about how difficult it was traveling alone.

“I’ve seen that you and Gojo have gotten closer, w-which is great! Don’t get me wrong!” She sputtered, shooting you a quick grin that didn’t quite meet her eyes, “But I feel like I should let you know…” 

When she didn’t finish you raised a brow, wondering what could possibly be so bad. 

“Do,” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her body, deciding to just get it over with, “Do you remember that one night? In that apartment lobby?” 

You almost laughed. How could you forget?

“Yeah…vaguely,” That was a fat lie. It was all you could think about in these following weeks. Your conversation with both Vera and Gojo plagued different parts of your mind for different reasons. 

“Listen, I couldn’t help but overhear ‘Ver, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but…” She trailed off, gnawing on her lip as her eye twitched, “I heard her say Emi and I know she brushed it off but I feel like you deserve to know about it. You’ve been with us long enough so that I can trust you with this.”

Was it really that easy? You didn’t say anything, hoping the slight excitement and anticipation on your face wouldn’t scare her away as you gave her the time she needed until she continued. She took in a deep breath and started.

“I’d known Emi for a long time now - gosh, probably over a decade at this point. She was nice, but she had her own flaws, but she was my only friend so I ignored them. When this,” She motioned her arms around you, “Whole thing happened, she was the only one I had. We were planning on going to a quarantine zone in Tokyo but it fell almost immediately, so we just went wherever we could.

“We met up with those guys a couple of months later. Maybe two, two and a half years ago?” She thought back, shaking her head because it wasn’t important to fixate on, “And they took us in. They were all really nice, including ‘Toru.

“After a while, he and Emi got closer, and for that while, it was just a fling that would pass the time. But they cared for each, it was pretty obvious. Or from what she told me, it sounded like they did. But,” She bit her cheek, playing nervously with her fingers as she looked up at you, “it was hard. They fought. A lot,”  She gave a humorless laugh as she looked back on it, “Day in and day out. They fought over the smallest of things. I swear, I don’t know how-” She stopped, apologizing as she got back on track, “Anyways, what I’m trying to get at is that one of these fights got bad. I can’t even remember what it was about. Food? Maybe clothes? Doesn’t matter. It got big and they said some shit neither of them meant, but Emi left. She said she was leaving, but nobody believed her. She always said shit like that. But she did, she left and we didn’t see her for a couple of days.

“‘Toru was really worried, never seen him so scared before. He went out looking for her and came back a week later. He told us she was bitten, late in the stages of infection. He said he had to…” She trailed off, voice catching in her throat and you quickly looked for a tissue, as she gratefully accepted it.

“I see the way you try to make him laugh, I know, but Emi took that part of him. He wasn’t the same after she left, and I don’t think he ever will be. So just - don’t get your hopes up when you’re around him, okay?”

“I, um, okay…?” But you didn’t even know what you were agreeing to. You just knew that Anna nodded, thankful that you heard, and the two of you made your way back to your group. Maybe it was the way your face had lost all the laughter it had just a couple minutes ago, or that Anna somehow managed to see what you were trying to do, but Gojo glanced at you, his brows furrowing together in slight worry. 

You don’t know why the information affected you so much. It could have been just from how shocking it was to hear it, or the fact that Anna could tell that you were trying to get him to smile more. It made sense, the more you thought about why he was the way he was, but you still felt a part of you crumbling at the thought. Even if you never met Emi, you couldn’t definitely feel her presence after she was gone. 

What? He mouthed, altering his steps so that he could weave around Geto to get closer to you. But you shook your head, reassuring him to stay where he was as you gave him a curt nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

It’d be over soon, you told yourself. After you get to the camp in Takayama, it’d be big enough to go your separate ways. You’ll forget the last five years, forget everything you’ve gone through, and start something new.

If not, you’d rather just get bitten and get this hell over with. 

“What’d she tell you?” 

Gojo cornered you when they were all asleep, the tall trees surrounding you casting shadows over his face. You didn’t light a fire this time, Geto saying it’d be safer if you just used flashlights instead. You knew the infected had bad eyesight, relying on sound more than anything, but that didn’t mean raiders couldn’t see. 

There was no point in lying, he’d sniff it out immediately if you did, so you shrugged, glancing to the side as you blindly moved around leaves, trying to be quiet to get away from the group in case any of them were awake. 

“Nothing important,” You muttered, glad it was dark for once so that he couldn’t see your reaction and vice versa. 

“Bullshit,” His voice was low, your eyes slightly widening in surprise at his reaction, “Wouldn’t have been nothing if you looked like that afterwards.”

Though you could barely see anything, you could feel his presence. He took up a lot of space, and you could practically feel how his hands were only a little distance away from yours. His fingers were inches away from your wrist, and you knew that because when you moved you could feel the light indent, a slight burn as if he’d set your skin aflame. 

“Nothing important to you.” You specify, crossing your arms across your chest as you heard him scoff, his jaw ticking as he prodded at his cheek with his tongue.  If only your past self could see you now, arguing with a man who you thought only ever had two emotions he used on and off. 

He waited, hands on his hips as he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, hanging his head down for a second until he looked back up. 

“Green.” 

You pause, brows creasing as you huff out a laugh. 

“What?” 

“Green,” He repeated, “That’s my favorite color.” When it dawns on you what he’s doing you have to contain the giggle that slipped past your lips, covering your mouth when your hands as you continue to laugh. 

“Why’re you laughing?” He asks, his voice genuinely confused as you laugh more, holding onto a tree trunk to steady yourself, “W-what?” But you hear the soft inflection of a laugh in his voice now, almost as if he is trying to control it as you wave your hands, trying to make it stop but you just hit his hands in the process.

“So you refuse to tell me and you hit me in the process?” Any seriousness has dropped from him completely and you laugh through your hands, trying to apologize but your cheeks hurt. It wasn’t that funny, really you don’t know why you’re reacting this way, but it’s that feeling when you start laughing, and it grows out of control for no reason. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You wheeze out, trying to find his hands to apologize but he brings them to your mouth. It was dark so you couldn’t see, but his eyes darted around, suddenly realizing how loud you were being. 

“Sssh, be quiet.” He hissed out, and you giggled again, licking the palm of his hand as he gave a muted yelp, bringing it close to his chest as he wiped it on his pants. He looked back up at the outline of your shadow, glaring. 

“You’re a fucking child, y’know that?” He groaned, but his words didn’t quite match what his face was because his eyes softened at the sound of your laugh, carefree as you failed at trying to control it. 

“Admit it, I’m funnny,” You drawled out, laughing as you hunched over a little bit, waving your finger around somewhere near his face, “You’re laughinggg because I’m funnny.” You stated, tugging on his fingers playfully, and he snorted, gently swatting your hand away as he sighed. 

“You’re insufferable is what you are.” Is what Gojo finally landed on.

“Tell me something more personal and I might tell you.” You poked his chest, repeating his own words back to him as you leaned back on the tree. You had no intentions of revealing what Anna told you, but you wanted to see how far he’d go to know. 

“You’re impossible,” He muttered, running a hand through his hair, debating whether or not it was even worth it to tell you something when he knew damn well you weren’t going to give any information up.

“I’m scared.” He heaved in a sigh and you cut him off with a chortle. 

“Everybody’s scared-” 

“Of ending up alone.” He finished, brow raising as your laugh quickly died down, some fort of satisfactory grin that didn’t mirror the gloom in his eyes made its way onto his face as he asked, “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“No,” You quickly say, rubbing at your jaw as you take a set back, easing on the trunk as you duck your head down in embarrassment, crunching some dead leaves under your boot, shame riding up your bones as you lamely shrug, “Just wasn’t expecting that.” You mutter, looking up at him from the corner of your eye. 

He chuckles, taking a step closer, his breath hitting your cheek. 

“What? Expecting me to say spiders? The dark?” You can feel his slender fingers a hairs distance away from your arms, careful not to touch you, but still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

“No,” You shudder, both from the cold and from him, “Thought you were ‘gonna say med school or something.”

He lets out a big groan, hands gingerly gripping your elbows as his head falls on your shoulder, fighting his smile as you laugh again, muffling it with his coat as you gently pat his back. 

“Where do fruits go for vacation?” Your hand stalled on his back, feeling his slumped form take in a deep, steadying breath. 

“Where?”

“Pear-is.” You heard him mumble something on your shoulder, giggling as he shook his head in mock dismay. But this was different than all the last times, you could tell. His back shook a little, and he refused to look up. 

You didn't comment on the tears that began to stain your shirt, or his quivering chest every time he breathed. So you wrapped your arms around his back, squeezing a little bit, feeling his arms snake around your waist as he tugged you just a little bit closer. 

Even though it didn’t feel like a lot of time had passed, it had almost been six months since you began traveling with them. The journey would have been far faster if any of the cars worked, but Takayama was only a few weeks away. According to Geto. 

Gojo walked up next to you, shoving something in the pocket of your coat. You look at him from the side of your eye, digging it out to see a chocolate bar as he looks away, a little smirk on his face as you lightly elbow his side. 

“Can literally hear your stomach begging for something,” He teased, his face stoic but his voice lighthearted as you laugh, grateful even if you didn’t show it as you opened it up, noting that it was dark, telling him thanks with a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Want some?” You offered, holding the bar out as he declined, shrugging, “Suit yourself.” You muttered, mouth full of the sweet as you finished the rest of it. He felt his eyes lingering on your lips stained with the chocolate as Gojo dryly swallowed, averting his gaze as he looked somewhere else, his cheeks colored light pink. 

“I think we’re the chosen ones,” Geto stated, walking around freely as he pointed to all of you including himself. Your group made it out of the forest a couple of days ago, so he’s been living his life, trying to enjoy the run-down towns as much as he could before you went into the forests again until you reached Takayama. 

“God, you’re so fucking stupid Suguru,” Vera said, shoving past him as she rolled her eyes, taking a bite out of her protein bar as she shared a knowing look with you, the two of you laughing as Geto tried to explain himself. 

“No, no, hear me out. Aside from me, you and ‘Toru, y/n, and Anna come from different places. But we all somehow found each other, and as a group, are going to the chosen place.” He concluded, wiggling his eyebrows as everybody else just groaned as he went on another one of his tangents. 

“No, really, think about it,” He tried to catch up to her pace, walking backward so that he could also look at all of you when he spoke, “We’ve all been picked through natural selection. These past five, six, years and we survived them. We-”

He stopped, and all of you stopped in your tracks when you heard the dreaded sound. 

Clicking. Groaning. 

“Oh fuck,” Geto stopped, everybody, drawing out their weapons as you tried to figure out where it was coming from. Your heart was rattling inside your ribcage, your hands fumbling as you tried to find your gun. It had been so long since you’d encountered an infected that you were naively beginning to think that they had just disappeared. 

“It’s okay,” Gojo muttered, glancing over to you as he held his hand on yours, trying to calm your shaking down a bit, “You’re ‘gonna be okay.” He was so sure of it that you almost believed his words. 

But long gone was the carefree attitude as the clicking got louder both in volume and in amount. 

“Shit,” Gojo looked over to Vera, “How many d’you think there is?” The clicking got louder, your fingers trembling over the trigger as you looked at the abandoned city hall, finally locating where it was coming from. He told you that she was the best shooter they had, and she was far more confident in taking clickers and runners down than anybody else was.

“Too many,” She called back, eyes darting from everywhere, looking for somewhere to escape from, “Fuck, we ‘gotta split.” You guys were in an alleyway, stuck between taking the road and going through a hole in one of the walls. But from where you could tell, taking the road was only going to direct you toward the infected. The wall still gave them an opening to wherever you guys planned to run from, so in some way, you were cornered. 

“What?” He called out, taking a step back, his brows furrowed in confusion, “No way, we can’t-”

“Listen to me. Here, take my map,” She threw it over to him and he caught it, mouthing confusion but she shook her head, “Suguru and I can hold them off for right now, but you take Anna and y/n. If we can’t find-”

“We’re not going to fucking leave!” He shouted back, raising his voice to be heard over the number of infected, his cheeks tinged pink as you nodded, not trusting your words as you felt your stomach churn. 

“If we can’t find you, meet us in Takayama! Don’t look back, just keep running north!” She motioned down the street, “I can radio with Anna, don’t worry!” She was trying to shove him but he wouldn’t move. 

“Vera, I’m not leaving you guys-” But he was cut off by an animalistic roar, everybody’s attention shooting back to the noise, his words dying down in his throat as you saw a glimpse of the infected. 

You would never get over the way they looked. You thought you’d be used to it by now, but it never fails to make your hands clammy and you're overall nauseous. They had large fungi popping out of their cranium, their clothes all battered and bloody. They ran so fast that you wondered if they were created just to outrun the human race, but now wasn’t the time for it. All you could hear was their and Vera’s screams. 

“Satoru,” She took his arm, holding it in a tight grasp as her eyes darted from him to them, seething from between her teeth, “Take them. Don’t - don’t regret it like you did last time. You couldn’t… but…you can save them. Go. Please.” 

He glared at her, eyes hiding a different meaning than what his face showed, nostrils flaring but he stopped. He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, muttering out a barely audible I’m sorry, looking at Geto as he gave him a small nod, holding his position down as he waited to buy you guys some time. 

He grabbed your wrist, urging Anna to follow him as Vera and Geto began to block you guys.

“W-wait, no, no, let go of me!” You tried to wrangle out of his iron grip but he was insistently dragging you away as you kicked, your eyes welling up, fear overtaking your body as they ran, coming closer and closer to the five of you as Gojo tried to lead you through the hole in the wall.

“Go with him, please, we’ll be okay,” Vera urged as Geto began firing, memories, similar moments cursing through your mind as you got the worst sense of deja vu. You almost felt like collapsing had it not been for Gojo’s steady hand, leading you away. 

You cried out for them one last time but he already pulled you through, Anna not too far behind as you held onto him for support, your mouth open as you looked back at him, slowly beginning to realize what happened. 

A couple of hours later and you couldn't feel your legs, wordlessly putting Gojo in charge of finding a house to stay at to stay the night. 

It was in some run-down town, but many of the homes are still standing. It was probably some of the best pieces of architecture you’ve seen so far, meaning that most of the paint was still on and the furniture wasn’t entirely moth-eaten.

The one Gojo picked was at the end of a cul de sac, seemingly standing unharmed. Vines grew uncontrollably from the sides, and the house was caked with dirt, but you’d take it. He scooped it out, making sure there weren’t any infected hiding in any of the dark rooms, but he gave you two the okay signal and you camped out there for the night.  

It was stocked with water and canned food, some chairs knocked down and carpets scrunched up as if the previous owners were trying to leave in a hurry. All the rooms seemed fine, and you just picked a random one as you threw your bag in, not caring as you made your way downstairs to where the rest of them were. 

You found them in the living room, the shutters closed, hints of the afternoon sun peeking through. Gojo glanced over at you, his eyes running over your body, quickly scanning to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You made your way to a chair, rubbing your hands over your face as if that could wake you up from this living nightmare. 

“They’re okay. They’re gonna be okay.” Anna said, more to convince herself than the rest of you, nodding as she said it again, but with no confidence. It wasn’t night yet, but Vera still hadn’t radioed in, anticipation deep in your throats as your wall stared at the portable radio Anna placed on the coffee table. 

Gojo sat there, his legs spread out, an elbow on each knee as he rubbed at his mouth, eyes distant, lost, as he stared at nothing. 

You could only imagine how he feels. No matter the sorrow you felt, he felt it tenfold. You’d only known them for a couple of months, a year at most, but he’d known them their entire lives. His shoulders sunk as if the guilt he was feeling was already pushing down on him. 

Even though you didn’t know much about Emi, the hurt he carried from her was visible and inevitable. You didn’t know just how much something like this would change him if he’d ever forgive himself if something were to happen to them. 

You cleared your throat, not able to bear it anymore as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

“Despite whatever happens, I just wanted to say thanks for getting us out. I don’t think I could have walked, let alone fought, so…thanks.” You address Gojo, watching as Anna nodded in agreement, shooting him a smile that quickly died down when she saw his face.

He dropped his hands, his eyes shining with a different sort of gleam as you took a step back, your brows and eyes squinting at the odd look. 

“Vera and Geto might be dead. They might be dead because I was too fucking scared to stay and do anything to help. We don’t know where the fuck we are… and you’re thanking me?” 

You stuttered, confused as you shared a glance with Anna as she slowly moved from her seat. 

“I-I, well, I’m not trying to undermine what they did,” Your head tilted, your voice gentle, knowing that he was surely dealing with every possible ounce of guilt and anger under the moon right now, wishing you just stayed quiet. But you’d already opened your mouth so you had to continue, “I’m just saying thanks because you helped us. That’s all-”

“Help,” He repeated, giving an emotionless laugh as he stood up, shaking his head as his hair followed his every movement, “I ran away. I didn’t help.” 

“‘Toru, she’s right, just - just calm down, come on,” Anna interjected, her eyes darting from him to you, offering you an apologetic smile on his behalf. 

“She has no idea what she’s talking about. Fuck,” His voice broke, looking away as he tried to wipe his tears, “It’s like….” He didn’t finish but you knew he was going to say It’s like Emi, judging from the way Anna tried to comfort him. 

“You’re,” You said slowly, not wanting to anger him any more than he already was, “You’re right. Most of the time I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I understand, and I know it’s not easy and-”

“You know? You know? Fuck y/n, what do you know? What could possibly make you understand?” You’ve never seen him like this, never had the honor of having his words cut you, sawing at your skin until they made you bleed. 

You scoffed, not knowing if he was being serious, but he stared at you waiting for an answer. 

“Let me see,” You give a meaningless laugh, wiping at your eyes, trying your best to not cry in front of him, not wanting to show him that his words didn’t affect you the way that they truly did, “I thought I was allowed to understand after my dad killed himself. Or maybe it was when my friend tried to kill me because I ate her fucking can of tuna,” You paused, choking on a sob, “O-or when my group left me in the middle of fucking nowhere, saying I was dead weight,” You sniffled, your voice wavering as you shook your head, pointing a finger at Gojo’s chest as you stared at his blank face.

“Just because you’ve been through shit doesn't mean that I haven’t. So - so don’t tell me that I don’t understand, because I do. It’s just, I don’t go treating people I know like shit just because of it.” A tear trickled down your cheek, hanging on your chin before it splattered on the ground. 

Your chest heaved, hands trembling as you heard Anna mutter a muffled oh my god. You didn’t want pity, you didn’t want any of their sympathies. But after so many years of carrying it around silently just for him to say that you don’t understand opened up the floodgates. 

You went to say something else, opening your mouth before you shut it again, lips wobbling as you shook your head, ducking it as you made your way for the stairs. You tried to zone out Anna’s calls for you to come back as you found the room you assigned yourself and shut the door with a loud slam, rattling the house.

Anna came by, asking if you were hungry, but you just brushed her off, saying that you’d come down to eat later. 

It was true, you couldn’t stomach anything right now, but you didn’t want to see anybody after that. 

You paced around the room, doing anything to occupy your mind and get rid of the thoughts coursing through your head. You packed your bag, which wasn’t even yours, you wanted to guess that in the rush of leaving you accidentally packed Geto’s because yours sure as hell didn’t have a pack of cigarettes and condoms in it, (you’d put all your money on the fact that him and Vera were hooking up), unpacked, and re-packed it. You folded some clothes lying around, washed your face with the water from the bottles you found, and tried to freshen up. Your eyes were still a little puffy and red, but you knew it would go away quickly. 

You looked through the closet and did anything you could think of. You didn’t really have the heart to take anything, knowing that somebody cared for these things at one point, but you snooped around, having nothing better to do. 

From what you could deduce, a teenager probably lived in the room. Band posters were plastered on the walls, the bed had some stuffed animals still left on it. You could remember the initial broadcast saying to take only what was necessary, so it made sense why the closet was mainly empty but the other aspect of the room seemed untouched. 

You looked at some of the books they had, pulling them out of the shelves as you read the titles. Some you knew, some you didn’t. The window adjacent to the bookshelf showed you an outside view of the neighborhood, the moon shining bright as you relied on that and your flashlight to move around. 

As you went to put a book back you heard a knock at your door, startling you as you dropped the book on the ground. You grumbled in annoyance, glancing at it and then back to your book. 

“I’m still not hungry,” You called out, bending down to grab it as you sighed, “But thanks,” You put it back where it was, wiping at your face as you navigate around the bed, going to open the door to let her in, “Hey, have you heard anything from…” You trailed off, not expecting to see a taller figure in Anna’s place. 

You met his eyes, the same ones that managed to knock the air out of your lungs. His gaze softened upon the sight of your face, but you wouldn’t let that dictate your feelings. No, you refused. So instead, you quickly gathered yourself, squinting your eyes as you went to shut the door, not quick enough as he was able to wedge his foot in between, whimpering a bit as you still tried to slam it shut with it in the way. 

“Ow, fuck, wait,” His hand gripped the side of the door, and you rolled your eyes, sniffing once as you let him open it himself, knowing that he’d just find another way inside if you blocked this one, “Listen,” He invited himself in, a hint of pleading in his voice as he looked at you, “Anna got Vera’s message. They're,” He sighed, his shoulders sagging a bit, “They’re fine. Little shakin’ up, but they’re gonna be okay. Said to meet up with them at the camp.” 

Your eyes and mouth slightly opened, your anger with him disappearing for a second as you smiled softly to yourself. 

“That’s great,” You breathed out, not knowing how to handle this, almost all the stress leaving your bones as you gave yourself a moment to relax, “Great news.” You gave him a curt smile, glancing at the door, wondering if that was all he came here for. 

His eyes traveled from your face, stalling on your puffy lids as he slightly grimaced. He looked around the room, noting all the décor, posters, and memorabilia. You could tell he was struggling to find something to say, opening his mouth only to close it just as quickly. 

“Thanks for letting me know,” You start, your hands hovering over his chest as you try to push him out, “But I wanna be by myself right now, so…” You nodded to the door, waiting for him to get the hint and go.

“Are you leaving?” He asked suddenly, his brows furrowed, creasing down the middle as glanced at your face at your packed bag behind you. You saw his lips trembling, hands moving up to gently cup your elbows, almost as if he needed to, or else he’d crumble over. 

“What?” You look back confused as to what he was talking about, shaking your head, “I was jus-” 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, so so sorry sweetheart, I swear, I d-didn’t know you went t-through all that shit,” His voice cracked, his legs moving faster than his body as you backed up against the bed, alarmed at his sudden change in mood, “Even if I did, I-I should never have said that to you. I’m so fucking sorry, please, I didn’t mean anything I said. I was talkin’ out of my ass and being the biggest fuckin’ dick ever.” Gojo’s voice trembled as if he was on the verge of tears as you almost tripped, glad the bed was behind you as you fell onto it, the springs squeaking at the sudden movement. 

You watched as a giant of a man sank to his knees, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chest as his eyes watered, his lip wobbling as he almost pleaded for you to look at him and to hear what he was trying to say. 

“Look, I’m really, really sorry,” He crouched down, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, “Please don't leave. I’ll shut up for the rest of the way there and you’ll never-” 

“I’m not leaving,” You say with a small laugh, confusion laced in your voice, “I was bored so I packed. ‘S not even my bag, think I got Geto’s or Vera’s on accident.” You shrugged as you watched his face change. Morphing as he shut his mouth, his hands still trembling as realization washed over him, slowly only leaving embarrassment. 

“Really?” He asked, still not letting go of your hands you nodded slowly, heart beating rapidly in your rib cage as you waited for him to say something else. 

“Oh...” He the relief on his face is replaced with something different, “Okay,” He took in a deep breath, slowly letting go of your hands as he looked at the floor, some of his hair falling in his face as he finally looked back up, giving you a small apologetic smile, “Sorry, I didn’t…” He couldn’t finish, moving quickly to stand up, mumbling something to himself as he went for the door, stopping seconds before he opened it. 

“‘Toru?” 

His fingers danced over the doorknob, not turning back despite his every nerve telling him to look back at you. But deep down, he knew that if he did, it would all come crumbling down. That the wall he built so highly for himself would crack, and he’d have to face the realization that he cared for you. Cared so deeply for you that seeing your face, your eyes puffy from crying because of his words would be worse than if a scolding knife was to pierce his heart. Because no matter how hard he tried to convince his feeble mind that you didn’t matter to him, you did, and he could no longer hide behind a mask and pretend that you didn’t. 

“Now that I think about it I think you would have made a shit doctor.” You say, crossing your arms across your chest as you watch him turn around, his lips red, looking like he’d been repeatedly chewing on it. 

His hand fell from the doorknob, taking three quick steps to get back to where you were, his hands quickly going up to hold your face, eyes scanning yours as if waiting for you to say anything. But you couldn’t, not with the way he was staring at you. He always did a spectacular job of whisking your words away from a single glance. 

“You drive me crazy,” He muttered, his nose almost touching yours as your hands traveled slowly up his back, feeling your heart beating in your throat, “Whenever I see your face,” His thumb runs over the corner of your mouth, eyes falling on your lips, “I don’t what to do. And then you open your mouth and I don’t know if I want to laugh, cry o-or kiss you. And,” He sighed, a hand going behind your head so that you could look up at him, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Without your gorgeous face, your pretty eyes, your laugh, your kind, kind heart. I’ll spend a fucking lifetime making up for all the shit I’ve done if it means you’d forgive me.” He was a breath away from your lips, if either one of you were to make a single movement it’d be over.

“Relax,” You say with a little laugh, your lashes fluttering on your cheek as you take a step back closer to the bed, “I’m not gonna make you grovel or anything. But if you’re offering something as forgiveness…” You trail off, not knowing how to word words as you push his head closer to yours. Your fingers play with his hair, tangling them back and forth to make little curls, your head moving on its own as you try not to give a stupid giddy smile. 

He leans in, finally closing that pesky gap between the two of you as you let out a little gasp until you melt against his chest, slowly working your lips against his. 

It’s hot, you don’t know how else to describe it. Weeks, months even, of pent-up tension are adding up here at this moment. 

He’s so gentle when he cradles your face, afraid you’d crumble away if he held you with any more pressure. But his kiss is anything but, aggressive and fast, not wanting to slow down as he tried to commit the feel of you to memory. 

He nips at your lips, now plumper and shiny with spit, pulling away slightly as he cradles his face to yours. His hands tug you into his body, cradling your jaw as he smiles, his eyes lidded as he looks down at you. 

Your hands are on his chest, slightly tugging at it as his smile grows, his cheeks all blushed out as you giggle, somewhat intoxicated by the feel of him. You’d imagine what he’d be like, sure, but the way he kissed or looked at you was nothing your imagination could have ever conjured up.

“Swear to god, if I ever say stupid shit you slap me, okay? Knock some sense into me,” He muttered, holding your cheeks, looking at you as if you had strung up the moon and the stars, and you probably did if you told him so. 

“‘M not gonna hit you, maybe just tell you some stupid puns till you realize what you’ve done.” You tease, watching as his head disappeared, your laugh turning into a muted moan as he licks a stripe across the expanse of your throat, gently biting down on your pulse point as he soothed it with a sloppy kiss. 

“‘Toru,” You can get out, collapsing on the bed as he gingerly pushes you onto it, feeling lightheaded as you watch him kiss down your arms, your hands, any area of naked skin he could find. It was exhilarating the way his lips felt on your skin. 

“You ‘wanna take that shirt off f’me?” He muttered, hands traveling up your stomach, nimble fingers dancing under the cup of your bra, “Or d’you want me to stop?” He’s slow and patient as you quickly shake your head, already getting to work at shedding off anything stopping him as he chuckles slowly, the sound just causing you to grow even wetter. You expertly unhook your bra from your chest, watching as it falls down into your lap, suddenly aware that your top half is fully bare to him. 

But he doesn’t say anything, his body almost malfunctioning at the sight of your bare tits. You almost go to cover them, conscious of his heavy stare, but he gently grabs your wrists, pushing them aside as he moves closer to you, his breath hitting your collarbone as he stifled a groan. 

“Fuck,” He says, not even fully paying attention as he quite literally goggles at your breast, his fingers tugging at your nipples, thumbing at them until they’re slightly swollen, letting his hands run over them as he feels his cock straining in his pants, “S-shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” He whispers, glancing up at you only to see your head thrown back, finger grasping his as you try to make him work faster, pushing them down to the buttons of your jeans as he chuckles, patting your waist once as if to tell you he understands. 

He gets to work, quickly getting them off of you, your underwear with it, eyes darkening as he notes your slick between your two puffy lips, gripping onto your thigh with every possible amount of self-restraint he has. 

“If you don’t hurry up I’ll just tell you a bad pun n-now to get it over with. Fuck just - just touch me already!” You threaten, glaring at him as he snorts, fingers traveling up to cup your cunt as you suddenly gasp, your teasing tone dropping at the euphoric sensation.

“Where?” His thumb slowly rubs at your clit, using some of your slick as he goes at his own pace, enjoying how you paw at his biceps, gripping onto them with every ounce of strength you could muster, “Here?” He asks, using two fingers to pry your pussy lips apart, nearly coming in his pants as he did so.

“This what you want, sweetheart?” He asks, his pointer finger traveling up your slit, gathering all of your wetness as he groans, slowly pushing it in, testing your limits as you let out a wanton moan at the feeling. 

“Yes, yes!” You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. He doesn’t need to be told twice to know that you’d probably wring him out to dry if he doesn’t pick up his pace. 

But he wants to be slow, not wanting to hurt you as he pushes it in, inch by inch, until he curls it, your eyes rolling back, holding onto his wrist for dear life as you wait to adjust to it. 

“F-feels so good, hmm!” You squeal, your lips barely opening as he pushes the second one in, your words cut off by another moan, whining for him to go faster. You’ve been deprived for so long that you can’t even feel embarrassed at the needy way you yearn for him and his skilled fingers and touch. 

You’ve only ever been with one guy before, and he knew nothing about the female antonymy so you don’t really have much to compare him to, but Gojo knew what he was doing. He listened to your every sound, noting which places made your toes curl and eyes cross, becoming more and more familiar with your body. His white hair fell into his face as he paid attention to you, glancing up at your face every now and then to smile, wanting to make sure that you were okay. 

“Yeah? You’re squeezin’ me so much, fuck,” He starts pumping them in and out, the motion enough to make you go crazy, whining out pathetically as he picks up the pace a little bit, his thumb going to find you, “This pussy’s fuckin’ perfect, fuck, and she’s mine, y’hear?” He asks, only pumping into you faster, his thumb on your clit mirroring his ministrations as you cover your mouth with your hand, not wanting to be so loud that your cries could travel through the walls. 

“F-fuck, just yours! Promise!” You say, agreeing to anything he said, babbling nonsense as you feel your stomach clench, your back arching as he takes in the beautiful sight of you sprawled out like this, wanting to take a mental image to commit it to heart.

“Hmm, ‘Toru, I’m gonna, fuck, gonna…!” You can’t even finish your sentence, mewling at the way his relentless motions never stopped. 

It’s only a couple of seconds before you cry out, his other hand clamping to your mouth to muffle your moans, seeing white as you fall back onto the mattress, your chest heaving with every breath you take as your orgasm runs through your body. It was the most intense thing you’ve ever felt, your walls clamping down on his fingers as you creamed around them, your legs shaking as you moaned out his name. 

He stops, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he watches you struggle to catch your breath. 

“So fuckin’ stunning,” He says under his breath, bringing his fingers shining with your essence up to his lips as he sucks them clean, his eyes fluttering shut at your tangy taste, “Taste amazing too, sweetheart.” He takes his fingers out of his mouth, crawling up to your body, tapping on your lips so that they’d open. He pressed his fingers on your tongue, watching as you sucked on them, your eyes never leaving his. He moans, taking them out before he almost embarrasses himself by coming on the spot. 

But he stops when he feels his pants tighten around his crouch, wincing because he clearly didn’t think this through enough. His dicks feels like a heavyweight in his pants, and he can feel the strain. 

“What?” You sit up, worry lacing your features as you balance on your elbows, “What’s wrong?” You're now freaking out inside, thinking that he’s starting to regret this, or that he was drunk off the euphoria and now the realization is settling in.

“I don’t have a condom, and the only ones were in-”

“Geto’s bag?” You say with a chortle, pointing your chin at where the said bag was sitting, “Yeah, I know.” 

Gojo chuckles, patting your cheek as he presses a kiss to your lips, almost not wanting to break away as he tastes everything on them. The chapstick you put on that morning, the chocolate he gave you. Fuck, he can even taste your cum on them, and you have to give his chest a little nudge so that he doesn’t forget what he was going to do. 

He’s agile as he goes through the pockets, almost doing good at shedding off his clothes, grinning in triumph when he finally locates the pack. It gives you some time to really take in his features, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as your eyes rake over his torso, his defined chest that shines with sweat. You try your hardest not to linger longer on his dick, your mouth going dry at the sheer length of it. Despite him prepping you just a few minutes ago you still wondered how you’d be able to take him. 

“If you stare any harder you’re gonna make me blush.” He says, smirking as you discover you’ve been caught in the act. But the way he laughs boyishly at you quickly looking away makes up for it. 

“If you weren’t so pretty I wouldn’t be staring.” You counter, tracking him as he makes his way back to the bed, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth as you swallow, moving so that your head rests on the board behind you as he grinned. 

“Me?” He cocks a brow, taking a couple of seconds to put the condom on his dick, his mushroom tip leaking with pre as she sucks in a breath at the feeling, hoping he wouldn’t nut too fast and embarrass himself when he was finally in you, “I’m gonna need you to take a hard, long look in the mirror then sweetheart.” 

You giggle, your eyes wrinkling around the edges as your cheeks glow. He moves above you, his own face plastered with a goofy smile at the sound of your laughter. He’d bottle it up if he could, save it for the days when he really needed to hear it. 

“No! I really mean it, you’re like, so fuckin’ hot, liked unbelievably hot.” You smile as he pecks your lips, grinning against his as he shakes his head in adorable defiance. 

“And I really mean it too,” He counters, his nose pressed against yours as you can’t help but bring him in for another kiss, your tongues meeting each other as he laps up your taste, kissing you so harshly that it knocked the wind right out of your lungs. 

When he pulls away a line of spit is connecting your lips to each other. Yours are swollen, almost bruised, but you welcome the slight sting, knowing what it was all for. After all, his are swollen and pink, so you slowly became drunk at the sight of it. 

His eyes travel to your tits and down to your stomach, gripping your waist as he kisses your collarbone, his hand gingerly rubbing up and down your skin, causing goosebumps to lie in their wake. 

He lined himself up with your entrance, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt his tip prod at your walls, and he groaned at the feeling, only imagining what it’d be like when he finally pushes through. 

“J-just fuck me already,” You whisper, your words circling through the two of you, “Please.” You add, and he shakes his head, knowing you’d never have to ask him when your honeyed words drove him to a near point of insanity. 

“Don’t have to beg sweetheart,” He says, pushing himself fully in, the two of you moaning out loud at the feeling.

You clamp down tightly on his dick, and despite him going in as slowly as you could he could feel you clenching around him. Your walls stretched to accommodate his size, and the slight pinch mixed with the godly feeling of having him fill you up almost caused you to pass out.

“Shit,” He can barely get it to pass his lips, finally bottoming out in your as your legs circle around his back, pulling him closer to your sweaty body as he places a hand near your head for leverage, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, squeezing me like that.” 

“Mmm, s’cause you’re so b-big,” You whine out, your nails raking down his back, leaving angry red lines. He stills, clenching his teeth as he tries to calm down, slowly pulling out before he slammed back into you. 

“Fuck!” You moan, holding onto his waist as he pistons into you, his dick shining with a mix of your own cum and wetness, glimmering in the limited light the moon offered. 

His hips slanted against yours, balls hitting your ass as he moved fast, like something in him just snapped, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. His dick could reach that part in you that just made you see stars, hitting it repeatedly until you swore your back could take it. 

“Oh, god, you feel so fuckin’ good, fuckkk,” He drawls out, his head falling into the crook of your neck, panting as his hands curled in the sheets, “You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me sweetheart,” He moaned against you, pressing sloppy kisses wherever he could. He trailed down your collarbone, all the way until he suckled on your breasts, pulling away so that he could give each equal attention. They glimmered with his spit, your areolas swollen from his constant motions. 

“Umph, ‘Toru, s’too much, o-oh!” You cried, the new angle he was at reaching even further and you questioned just how empty it was before him. He dragged through your walls, his thumb down at your clit, rubbing little circles as your eyes shut, too heavy with lust and you couldn’t even look down anymore, gripping onto his arms to stay afloat. 

“Just like that, perfect,” He talked you through it, one hand on your tit, the other busy with your clit, looking down to see his dick disappearing inside of you, going feral when he watched you becoming undone because of him, “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for m-me, y’know that right?” And you dumbly nodded, not able to speak, unintelligible words tumbling out of your mouth instead.

You didn’t expect your release to build up so quickly just after you had your last one, but Gojo was too good, an expert in knowing what places would scratch you in just the right way. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, your legs wrapping around him as you pulled him in even closer, tilting your head up so you could bring him in for another wet kiss. 

“M’gonna, fuck ‘Toru, m’gonna…” But you couldn’t finish, moaning against his lips as you came on his dick, his thumb not slowing down on your little nub as your legs shake from the feeling, eyes crossing as he smiles at the way you clamp down on him. 

“There you go, fuck, you’re so tight, fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna,” He tries to slow down but he can't, “Shit, shit, shit,” He stops, shooting his load into the condom as his hips stop, his chest heaving manically as he almost collapses onto your chest, your tits pressing against him as he takes a second to catch his breath.

The two of you can’t say anything, your hands wrapped tightly around his neck as you try to loosen up your body, your hair damp, the room stinking of sex and sweat as you try to come back to your senses. 

It doesn’t even feel real, but you watch through hooded eyes as he rises, pulling out of you as his dick hangs limp. He tugs the condom off, hissing at the feeling as he ties it, chucking it at a trash can he found near the desk as he looks back at you, giving you that same debonair smile that still managed to make your heart race despite everything. 

You throw a hand over your face, trying to hide it as he chuckles, giving your hips a firm squeeze as he kisses the side of your ear.

“I’ll be back, gonna get you some water ‘n clothes.” He says, tugging on his pants as he throws on his shirt laying across the floor, not bothering with any boxers as he winks at you, chuckling at the way you groan in embarrassment, tugging the covers over your naked body as if he hadn’t just seen you in your birthday suit. 

“And bring me some chocolate!” You call out, peeking your head out as he nods, shutting the door behind him as you look around, still trying to fathom what just happened. 

He reappears minutes later, one of his tees in hand, and a bottle with a bar in the other. He makes do with cleaning you up with a towel he found, wetting it with some water as he gently rubs it over your sensitive skin, apologizing when you wince, kissing the spots that are still tender. 

You're almost tapped out, too tired to see the lovesick look in his eyes when he pulls the shirt over your chest, laying you back down on the pillows as he rubs at your forehead, thanking his lucky stars for being able to see you look like this; so carefree and happy. 

There’s a lazy smile on your lips as you tug on his hand, not doing much work as you pull him closer to you. Although the bed wasn’t made to accommodate more than one person, he’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers. 

“Did you watch Star Wars?” You ask sleepily, holding his hands as you play with his fingers, hearing him snort at the fact that you were still keeping this up. But you still wanted to make him pay, even if he just gave you two of the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve ever received. 

“Used to, why?” He turns you over so you could face him, bringing up one of his fingers so that he could carefully trace out your features. 

“‘Cause Yoda only one f’me.” You barely get out, giving a little giggle as he pretends to hate it, still kissing your cheek as you slink against his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. 

He follows you shortly after, his soft snores filling the room as you two sleep soundly. But in the dark, before he lets the sleep take a hold of him, he promises himself that he’d never let you go. He’d take you to Takayama, or wherever the fuck was necessary to keep you safe. He wouldn’t let you cry again, wouldn’t want to see the tears that stained your cheeks because he swore he’d never been in such pain seeing you like that. You were his other half, and no amount of cheesy puns, terrible jokes, or loving questions was going to change that fact. Because he knew that once he held the world in his arms he wouldn’t trade any fucking thing to let it go. 

[madjackbrock]

“I'm hungry. Feed me.

You know it's going to make me grow faster. You're still going to do it. I don't have to force you.

Because you want to do it. You want to see how much I can devour. You want to see me swell. Stretch. Grow.

You're terrified. But you can't stop feeding me. You're waiting..hoping for the moment when my body finally rips apart these rags that normal, puny humans call clothes.

I'll never wear clothes again. Nothing will even be close to enough to cover me.

And still...you keep feeding me...”

Part One: The New Normal

The broad landscape of skyscrapers, what were once massive testimonials to the human conquest over physics, now look like nothing more than shaggy carpet fibers, supplying cushion for soft mountains of flesh. What structures haven’t been crushed by wide, hairy thighs, or the two supple, padded globes of towering glute cheeks, wait patiently in the cold shadow cast by a glutinous God. Waiting to be gently pushed aside, like little blades of grass, and swallowed over by a body that seems to continuously swell and rise, like heavily yeasted bread dough.

Despite being day, most of the little metropolis is trapped in a state of darkness. As the God’s massive, obese body selfishly claims the sun’s rays for Himself. Allowing its life sustaining radiation to warm and tan the fields of hairy, flab pooling off of His widening form. And helping His pronounced, heavy belly to better absorb all the nutrients it gleefully churns in its tank of merciless digestive acids.

The only life left under the giant is a small bay-side luxury shopping district. Most of which lay crushed under the weight of His enormous, musty ball sack. But a small pocket of this shopping center still finds itself fortunately intact, spared with the aid of the giant’s throbbing erection, which holds back His overlapping stomach like a thick tent pole.

Well, “fortunate” may not be the word the survivors would choose. The soft pads of belly fat hug the oblivious God’s stout mushroom head, applying just enough friction to tease His sensitive glans, as the monstrous rod bobs in frustrated demand.

With every rhythmic throb a bead of cum, about the size of a sedan, pushes itself free from His cavernous slit and lazily slides down to the surviving structures below, in long viscous ropes. All of the overpriced clothes and goods, made solely to display status for an elite few, find new purpose as glorified tissue, soaking up His seed. And as the older layers of spunk dry and harden, these surviving former kings and queens of society find themselves no better than fleas glued to flypaper. Struggling helplessly as fresh baby-batter continues to pool around them, slowly swallowing them in a mudslide of divine DNA.

But the God isn’t aware of any of this. His attention is laser focused on the shipping vessel slowly making its way into the harbor. A massive shipping container of supplies. Massive by our standards, anyway. The largest vessel humanity could pull from its fleet, stocked with enough food to feed the population of several small countries for a month.

The overloaded boat tugs along, struggling under the weight of its cargo. The closer it creeps to its target, the smaller it feels in comparison. The word’s nations had intended to offer up a hardy meal for their new ruler, but their best efforts had barely managed to scrape together a small snack.

Despite its meager offerings, the God’s stomach growls in greedy anticipation, like a wild predator smelling fresh meat. Expressing a ravenous hunger no mere mortal could begin to imagine. He watches with mounting excitement as the toy sized boat aims itself between His legs, which stretch out into the bay, forming a natural fleshy corral. His own make-shift feeding troth.

Meaty toes wiggle impatiently as the little shipping liner pushes its way past the ball of a stocky right foot. Only one half of a pair which rise from water like dangerous, imposing glaciers. Together they form a kind of symbolic gate, marking the entrance to the vessel’s hopeless pilgrimage. Humanities futile effort to slate an endless hunger.

Once finally within reach, strong chubby fingers descend from the heavens and wrap around their Twinkie-sized prize, indenting its powerful steel walls as if it were made of soft clay. The little container rises to its target at a terrifying rate: A cavernous maw, salivating in preparation for a fresh meal.

Even if the little grain-sized crew members had the time to jump ship, they hadn’t the energy left in their thin, emaciated bodies. Despite being surrounded by food, they still only sustained themselves on crumbs. Surviving on the barest of daily rations. Not even daring to entertain thoughts of touching the cargo meant for a higher purpose. An attitude that echoes across what remains of the world’s population.

In the end, their loyalty is rewarded with the ultimate universal lesson of divine truth. As they pass through the threshold of God’s hungry lips, they realized there is no difference between themselves and the mounds of food they’ve been hauling for days. The cargo, themselves, even the ship itself, is nothing more than a bundle of calories. This has been their true identity all along. This was their fate. This was the fate of the entire world.

Within two bites it was all gone. Every crumb. And though it wasn’t much, it was enough. Closing his eyes, the giant senses a warm familiar feeling wash over him. A tingling of sorts. The feeling of molecules multiplying in ways unfamiliar to science.

It can only be described as orgasmic; feeling the body swell as it claims more of the world around it for itself. Feeling the earth yield beneath untold weight, feeling it sink as existing fissures deepen and grow, and new ones spread like spiderwebs. The feeling of clouds haloing around Your head as it ascends into them, forming a sort of crown befitting only a God of such immense stature. Of such immense girth.

But like all ecstasies, this feeling is fleeting. It dissipates slowly, once again being replaced with a familiar hunger. And as He opens up His eyes, taking in the beauty offered by His newly improved vantage point, the giant scans the horizon for his next meal.

It should be here soon.

Work as hard as you can. You’re only delaying the inevitable. You’re all destined to be my snacks, or washed away in the flood of my lust.

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The Growing Demand for Critical Care PCD Companies: Medmaster Leading the Way

In today’s fast-paced world, the healthcare sector is evolving rapidly, and the need for specialized medical care has never been more significant. Among the crucial segments gaining prominence is critical care, which involves the management of patients facing life-threatening conditions. To meet the rising demand for high-quality critical care medicines, Critical Care PCD companies have emerged as vital contributors to the healthcare landscape. Medmaster, a leading name in this space, has positioned itself as a trusted Critical Care PCD company offering a wide range of life-saving medications. Understanding Critical Care Critical care, also known as intensive care, refers to the specialized treatment provided to patients with severe, life-threatening illnesses or injuries. These conditions often require close monitoring and advanced medical interventions. Examples include respiratory failure, severe infections, cardiac arrest, and post-surgical complications. The complexity of these conditions demands highly effective medications, advanced medical devices, and well-trained healthcare professionals. Critical care units (ICUs) are equipped with state-of-the-art technology and require a dedicated supply of essential medicines that can stabilize a patient's condition. The continuous demand for these medicines underscores the importance of partnering with a reliable Critical Care PCD company like Medmaster. What is a PCD Pharma Franchise? PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) pharma franchise refers to a business model where pharmaceutical companies provide marketing and distribution rights to individuals or groups, allowing them to sell the company's products in a specific region. This model offers a low-risk, high-reward opportunity for entrepreneurs looking to enter the pharmaceutical industry without the burden of manufacturing. For a Critical Care PCD company like Medmaster, the franchise model plays an integral role in making critical care medicines more accessible across the country. By partnering with Medmaster, franchisees gain access to a range of critical care products, along with comprehensive marketing support, ensuring a successful venture. The Importance of Critical Care PCD Companies With the increasing number of hospitals, especially those with advanced ICUs, the demand for critical care medications has seen exponential growth. The rise in chronic diseases, complications from surgeries, and critical health emergencies has placed immense pressure on healthcare systems to ensure the continuous availability of life-saving drugs. This is where Critical Care PCD companies like Medmaster step in. Here are some key reasons why Critical Care PCD companies are essential:

Ensuring Availability of Life-saving Drugs In critical care, time is of the essence. The availability of the right medication at the right time can mean the difference between life and death. Medmaster, as a leading Critical Care PCD company, ensures that its franchise partners can meet the demand for essential critical care medicines quickly and efficiently.

Quality and Compliance When it comes to critical care, the quality of medicines is paramount. Medmaster takes stringent measures to ensure that all its products comply with the highest industry standards. By choosing a Critical Care PCD company like Medmaster, franchisees can be confident that they are providing their customers with safe, effective, and reliable medications.

Addressing the Rising Demand for Critical Care The increasing incidence of chronic diseases such as cardiovascular ailments, diabetes, respiratory disorders, and neurological conditions has escalated the need for critical care interventions. These patients often require immediate medical attention, particularly in emergencies, which makes the role of Critical Care PCD companies crucial. Medmaster’s robust supply chain ensures that franchisees can meet the growing demand for these critical medicines.

Innovation and Product Range Medmaster stays ahead of the curve by constantly innovating and expanding its product range. As a prominent Critical Care PCD company, the company offers a wide variety of critical care products, including antibiotics, pain management drugs, injectables, cardiovascular medicines, and life-supporting drugs. This diverse portfolio enables franchisees to cater to the broad spectrum of critical care needs in their regions. Why Choose Medmaster as Your Critical Care PCD Company? Selecting the right pharmaceutical partner is critical to the success of any PCD franchise business. Medmaster has earned a reputation as a top Critical Care PCD company by consistently delivering high-quality medicines and exceptional support to its partners. Here’s why Medmaster should be your first choice:

High-Quality Products Medmaster's commitment to quality is unwavering. All products are manufactured in WHO-GMP certified facilities, ensuring the highest standards of production and safety. From active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs) to the finished product, every stage of production is carefully monitored to meet stringent quality requirements.

Extensive Product Portfolio Medmaster offers an extensive range of critical care products to meet the diverse needs of ICUs and emergency wards. From potent antibiotics to advanced injectables, Medmaster provides a comprehensive line of critical care medicines that franchisees can confidently market and distribute.

Strong Supply Chain A reliable supply chain is critical to ensuring that medications reach healthcare facilities on time. Medmaster has developed a strong distribution network that ensures timely delivery of products to franchise partners, even in remote areas. This reliability is essential for maintaining trust with healthcare providers and ensuring continuous patient care.

Marketing and Promotional Support As a Critical Care PCD company, Medmaster goes beyond providing medicines. Franchisees benefit from extensive marketing and promotional support, including product brochures, visual aids, and digital marketing strategies. Medmaster helps franchisees establish a strong presence in their respective regions, ensuring long-term business success.

Affordable Pricing Affordability plays a significant role in the pharmaceutical sector, especially in critical care, where the cost of treatment can be high. Medmaster is committed to offering high-quality critical care medicines at competitive prices, allowing franchisees to cater to a wide range of healthcare facilities and patients, without compromising on quality. Franchise Opportunities with Medmaster: A Lucrative Business Model Partnering with a Critical Care PCD company like Medmaster is a promising opportunity for those looking to establish themselves in the pharmaceutical industry. The company offers a flexible and supportive business model designed to help franchisees succeed.

Low Investment, High Returns With Medmaster, franchisees can start their critical care PCD business with minimal investment, making it an ideal option for those new to the pharmaceutical sector. The company’s extensive product range and strong brand reputation enable franchisees to achieve quick returns on their investment.

Monopoly Rights Medmaster offers exclusive monopoly rights to its franchise partners, allowing them to operate without competition in their designated regions. This ensures that franchisees can grow their business with minimal external pressure and maximize profits.

Continuous Training and Support To help franchisees stay updated with the latest trends and developments in critical care, Medmaster offers continuous training and support. This includes product knowledge sessions, marketing strategies, and sales training to help franchisees navigate the competitive landscape. Conclusion As the healthcare industry continues to evolve, the demand for critical care medicines will only grow. Partnering with a reputable Critical Care PCD company like Medmaster ensures that franchisees can meet this demand while building a successful and rewarding business. With its commitment to quality, extensive product portfolio, and comprehensive support system, Medmaster is the perfect partner for anyone looking to establish a strong presence in the critical care market. Choosing Medmaster means choosing excellence in critical care, and together, we can contribute to saving lives and improving healthcare outcomes across the nation.

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Why Utis Elevators is the Leading Choice for Specialized Lifts in Delhi NCR and India

In the rapidly growing urban landscape of Delhi NCR and across India, the demand for high-quality, specialized lift solutions is on the rise. Whether it's for luxury apartments, commercial spaces, or industrial facilities, choosing the right lift is crucial. For those in search of a Car and Capsule Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, a Goods cum Passenger Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, or a Kitchen Lift Manufacturer in India, Utis Elevators offers unparalleled expertise and quality.

The Importance of Specialized Lifts

Lifts are no longer just about moving people from one floor to another. Modern buildings require specialized lifts tailored to specific needs, such as capsule lifts for luxury and aesthetics, car lifts for parking solutions, goods cum passenger lifts for industrial purposes, and kitchen lifts for efficient service in hotels and restaurants. Each type of lift serves a unique purpose and requires a manufacturer with the expertise to deliver high-quality, reliable solutions.

Utis Elevators: Your Go-To Manufacturer for All Types of Lifts

Utis Elevators has established itself as a leading name in the lift manufacturing industry, particularly in the Delhi NCR region. They specialize in a wide range of lift solutions, catering to both residential and commercial needs.

1. Car and Capsule Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR

If you're looking for a Car and Capsule Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, Utis Elevators should be at the top of your list. Their capsule lifts are designed to provide a luxurious and comfortable experience, making them perfect for high-end residential and commercial buildings. The car lifts, on the other hand, offer efficient parking solutions, maximizing space while ensuring the safety of vehicles.

2. Goods cum Passenger Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR

Industrial and commercial spaces often require lifts that can handle both goods and passengers efficiently. As a leading Goods cum Passenger Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, Utis Elevators designs and builds lifts that are robust, reliable, and capable of handling heavy loads while ensuring passenger safety. These lifts are ideal for factories, warehouses, and shopping centers, where the seamless transport of goods and people is essential.

3. Kitchen Lift Manufacturer in India

Utis Elevators is a top Kitchen Lift Manufacturer in India, offering specialized lifts designed to transport food and kitchen supplies swiftly between floors. These lifts are perfect for hotels, restaurants, and large kitchens, ensuring that food reaches diners quickly and in perfect condition.

Why Choose Utis Elevators?

Utis Elevators stands out not just for the variety of lifts they manufacture but also for their commitment to quality, safety, and customer satisfaction.

Customization: Utis Elevators offers bespoke solutions tailored to the specific needs of each client, ensuring that the lifts perfectly fit the architectural and operational requirements.

Advanced Technology: They incorporate the latest technology in their lift systems, ensuring smooth operation, energy efficiency, and enhanced safety features.

Expert Installation and Maintenance: Beyond manufacturing, Utis Elevators provides expert installation services and ongoing maintenance support, ensuring the longevity and reliability of their lifts.

Conclusion: Trust Utis Elevators for Your Specialized Lift Needs

Choosing the right lift for your building is a critical decision that impacts safety, efficiency, and the overall user experience. Whether you need a Car and Capsule Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, a Goods cum Passenger Lift Manufacturer in Delhi NCR, or a Kitchen Lift Manufacturer in India, Utis Elevators offers the expertise, quality, and service you need. With their wide range of specialized lifts, advanced technology, and commitment to customer satisfaction, Utis Elevators is the partner you can trust for all your lift requirements.

If you're planning a new project or looking to upgrade your current lift systems, consider Utis Elevators—where innovation meets reliability.

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Predicting Upcoming Trends and Innovations Shaping the PCD Pharma Industry

The Propaganda-Cum-Distribution (PCD) pharma industry has been growing steadily, with significant advancements and innovations expected to shape its future. The following significant developments and trends are anticipated to have an effect on the PCD pharmaceutical industry:

Digital Transformation: The adoption of digital technologies is set to revolutionize the PCD pharma industry. From telemedicine to AI-driven drug discovery, digital tools will enhance operational efficiency, improve patient outcomes, and streamline supply chain management. E-commerce platforms will facilitate better reach and distribution of pharmaceutical products, especially in remote areas.

Personalized Medicine: As the demand for personalized medicine grows, PCD pharma companies will need to adapt by developing and marketing drugs tailored to individual genetic profiles. This shift will require advancements in biotechnology and a deeper understanding of genomics, leading to more effective and targeted treatments.

Regulatory Changes: The regulatory landscape is evolving, with stricter guidelines for drug approval and marketing. PCD pharma companies must stay abreast of these changes to ensure compliance and avoid potential legal issues. This will also drive innovation in developing safer and more effective drugs.

Sustainable Practices: Environmental sustainability is becoming a priority across industries, including pharma. PCD companies will need to adopt eco-friendly practices in their manufacturing processes, packaging, and distribution. This shift towards sustainability will not only benefit the environment but also enhance the company’s reputation and consumer trust.

Collaborative Models: Strategic partnerships and collaborations between PCD pharma companies and other stakeholders, such as research institutions and healthcare providers, will foster innovation and growth. New and improved pharmaceutical products will be developed as a result of these collaborations, which will allow for the sharing of resources, knowledge, and expertise.

In conclusion, the PCD Pharma Franchise Company In Chandigarh is poised for significant transformation driven by digitalization, personalized medicine, regulatory changes, sustainability, and collaborative models. Embracing these trends will be crucial for companies looking to thrive in this dynamic and competitive sector.

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Seeking after MBBS in Himachal Pradesh: A Focus on Maharishi Markandeshwar College, Solan

Himachal Pradesh, known for its scenic beauty and quiet environment, has also developed as a hub for quality medical education in India. The state offers a range of medical colleges, providing state-of-the-art infrastructure and experienced faculty. Among these schools, Maharishi Markandeshwar College (MMU) in Solan stands out as a premier choice for students trying to pursue an MBBS degree. This article delves into the different aspects of studying MBBS in Himachal Pradesh, with a specific focus on MMU, Solan.

Overview of MBBS in Himachal Pradesh

Medical Education Landscape

Himachal Pradesh has made significant strides in the field of medical education over the past few decades. The state is home to a few reputed medical colleges, both government and private, which are recognized by the Medical Council of India (MCI) and partnered with famous colleges. The medical curriculum is designed to supply a robust foundation in medical sciences, coupled with practical preparing in hospitals.

Admission Process

Admission to MBBS in Himachal Pradesh is primarily based on the National Eligibility cum Entrance Test (NEET) scores. Candidates must clear this highly competitive examination to secure a situate in their desired medical college. The state also follows a centralised counselling process to distribute seats, ensuring transparency and merit-based choice.

Benefits of Studying in Himachal Pradesh

Quality Education: The medical colleges in Himachal Pradesh are prepared with advanced laboratories, libraries, and research offices, ensuring students get quality education and preparing.

Experienced Staff: The institutions brag a workforce comprising experienced and well-qualified doctors and teachers who direct understudies through their academic journey.

Clinical Introduction: Students get plentiful opportunities for clinical presentation in affiliated hospitals, which is crucial for their practical preparation.

Environment: The peaceful and pollution-free environment of Himachal Pradesh provides an ideal setting for studies, contributing to the overall well-being of students.

Maharishi Markandeshwar College, Solan

Maharishi Markandeshwar University (MMU), found in Solan, Himachal Pradesh, could be a prestigious institution advertising a wide range of undergraduate and postgraduate programs, counting MBBS. Built up with the point of giving quality instruction and cultivating research and innovation, MMU has rapidly gained a notoriety as one of the driving medical colleges in the region.

Infrastructure and Facilities

MMU Solan boasts state-of-the-art framework, which includes:

Cutting edge Classrooms: The college gives well-equipped classrooms with advanced instruction that helps to encourage viable learning.

Progressed Research facilities: The restorative research facilities are prepared with the latest gear and innovation, empowering understudies to pick up hands-on involvement in different therapeutic strategies.

Library: The college features a vast library with a comprehensive collection of therapeutic books, diaries, and computerised assets to back scholarly and research activities.

Hospital: MMU has a related hospital that offers a run of medical administrations and serves as a preparing ground for students. The clinic is prepared with advanced medical technology and gives fabulous healthcare administrations to the community.

Staff

The workforce at MMU, Solan, comprises experienced experts from different medical areas. The teachers are dedicated to giving quality education and mentorship to students, guaranteeing they are well-prepared for their medical careers. The staff members too lock in in research activities, contributing to the advancement of medical science.

Curriculum

The MBBS program at MMU is planned to provide a comprehensive education in medical sciences. The educational programs is in line with the rules of the National Medical Commission (NMC) and incorporates:

Pre-clinical Studies: This stage covers the basic sciences such as Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, and Pathology.

Para-clinical Studies: Subjects like Pharmacology, Microbiology, Measurable Medicine, and Community Medicine are secured in this stage.

Clinical Studies: This stage involves practical preparing in various medical specialties, counting Medicine, Surgery, Pediatrics, Obstetrics and Gynecology, Psychiatry, and more.

The curriculum is outlined to supply an adjustment between theoretical information and practical abilities, guaranteeing understudies are well-prepared for their future roles as medical experts.

Research Opportunities

MMU, Solan, encourages students to lock in to investigate exercises. The college gives the necessary infrastructure and back for investigating ventures, enabling students to investigate unused wildernesses in medical science. Participation in research not as it were improves students' knowledge but also plans them for progressed studies and careers in medical research.

Student Life

Student life at MMU is dynamic and enhancing. The college offers different extracurricular exercises, sports facilities, and social occasions, guaranteeing the all encompassing improvement of students. The campus could be a dissolving pot of societies, giving students a diverse and inclusive environment.

Admission Process

Admission to the MBBS program at MMU, Solan, is based on NEET scores, taken after by a counselling handle. Candidates must meet the eligibility criteria set by the college and the NMC. The college gives nitty gritty data around the admission process on its official website, ensuring transparency and ease of getting to for imminent students.

Scholarships and Financial Help

MMU, Solan, offers grants and financial help to deserving and meritorious students. The college has different grant plans to back students from different backgrounds, ensuring that money related constraints don't ruin their education.

Career Prospects

Graduates from MMU, Solan, have excellent career prospects. The comprehensive education and preparation given by the college prepare students with the knowledge and skills required to excel within the medical field. Graduates can pursue various career ways, counting:

Clinical Practice: Many graduates choose to work as doctors in hospitals, clinics, or private practice.

Further Studies: Graduates can select postgraduate studies in different medical specialties, enhancing their ability and career openings.

Investigate: Those interested in medical inquiry can engage in research activities, contributing to the progression of medical science.

Healthcare Organization: Graduates can moreover seek after careers in healthcare organisation, managing clinics and healthcare organisations.

Conclusion

Pursuing an MBBS in Himachal Pradesh, especially at Maharishi Markandeshwar College, Solan, offers students a mix of quality education, practical training, and a conducive learning environment. With its state-of-the-art infrastructure, experienced staff, and comprehensive curriculum, MMU, Solan, stands out as a head institution for medical education within the locale. The university's commitment to fabulousness and holistic development guarantees that its graduates are well-prepared to make noteworthy contributions to the medical field and society.

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PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) Franchise in India

In the late 20th and early 21st century we have witnessed how the pharmaceutical landscape has seen enormous changes with manufactures of PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) Pharma being at the forefront. Such coming about is primarily the reason that decentralised distribution systems have risen thanks to the major changes in healthcare industries which are now making way for these distribution systems.

Besides the demand for affordable and easily available healthcare medicine services, the reason behind the development of Top PCD Pharma Companies like Unibiotech Formulations in North India is a major factor. Figuratively, we are in a context where more diseases are naturally appearing and the healthcare costs rising up; in summary, there have been calls for democratisation of the pharmaceutical industry, mainly motivated by the developing countries' need.

In addition, technological and communication breakthroughs made the way for the development of worldwide PCD Pharma Organizations be influenced, especially in situations of good supply chain management and wide market penetration. The world of technology, with digital platforms and online marketing strategies, has become the fortress through which these companies can access a larger audience and create a presence in numerous places of the world.

Adding to this, the flexibility alongside scalability that Best PCD Pharma Company presents are the other factors grabbing the attention of entrepreneurs and investors alike searching for the high returns within the Health care sector. The establishment of partnerships with well-established pharmaceutical companies acting as franchisees or distributors is one key advantage; these individuals will benefit from already existing structures and expertise, thereby leading to the creation of more successful enterprises.

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Unveiling the Way to Success: Pursuing MBBS in Rajasthan

Setting out on the journey to getting to be a specialist is a significant choice, one that requires dedication, resilience, and access to quality instruction. In the heartland of India, in the midst of the wealthy social embroidered artwork of Rajasthan, lies a pathway abounding with openings for aspiring medical experts. Let’s dive into the enhancing encounter of pursuing MBBS in Rajasthan, a place where convention meets innovation and where dreams of mending discover their wings.

A Dissolving Pot of Medical Excellence

Rajasthan is home to a plenty of medical educators eminent for their scholastic ability and state-of-the-art foundation. From the famous All India Organized of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) in Jaipur to the notable Sawai Man Singh (SMS) Medical College, the scene is dabbed with education that supports the desires of budding specialists.

Gateway to Prestigious Educate

Securing admission to these prestigious schools regularly starts with splitting the National Qualification cum Entrance Test (NEET). This national-level examination serves as the portal to medical colleges over India, counting those settled within the dynamic landscape of Rajasthan. The journey to MBBS in Rajasthan starts with devotion and meticulous planning for this essential examination.

A Energetic Educational modules

The MBBS educational programs in Rajasthan are planned to supply a comprehensive understanding of medical sciences. From life structures and physiology to pharmacology and pathology, understudies dive into the complexities of the human body and its sicknesses. The educational programs could be a mix of theoretical information, commonsense preparation, and clinical courses, guaranteeing that understudies are well-equipped to set out on their medical journey.

Clinical Exposure and Hands-on Learning

One of the particular highlights of pursuing MBBS in Rajasthan is the copious clinical presentation accessible to understudies. Rajasthan’s differing healthcare scene, comprising government healing centres, private teach, and essential wellbeing centres, serves as a tremendous canvas for understudies to sharpen their clinical aptitudes. Beneath the direction of experienced workforce individuals, understudies effectively lock in in persistent care, diagnostics, and treatment, picking up important hands-on encounters.

Social Immersion and Dynamic Campus Life

Past the domains of the scholarly community, Rajasthan offers a social event that enhances the understudy involvement. From dynamic celebrations to verifiable landmarks, the state gives a backdrop for all encompassing individual and proficient improvement. Medical college campuses buzz with movement, cultivating a close-knit community soul where students from assorted foundations come together to memorize, develop, and fashion long lasting companionships.

Research Opportunities and Innovation

Rajasthan’s medical education effectively advances research and advancement among understudies. From conducting clinical research ventures to taking an interest in medical conferences and workshops, understudies have plentiful openings to explore their interface and contribute to the progression of medical science. Locks in in research sustains basic considering abilities and plans understudies to handle the healthcare challenges of tomorrow.

Career Pathways and Beyond

Upon graduation, MBBS graduates have a bunch of career pathways to explore. A few may choose to specialise in a specific field through postgraduate programs, whereas others may pursue careers in clinical practice, research, open wellbeing, or healthcare organisation. Rajasthan’s burgeoning healthcare division and growing medical framework offer promising openings for proficient development and improvement.

Conclusion

Pursuing MBBS in Rajasthan isn’t close to procuring a degree; it’s approximately setting out on a transformative journey that shapes people into compassionate healers and long lasting learners. From the holy lobbies of scholarly education to the bustling passages of healing centres, each step of the way is imbued with the soul of brilliance and devotion. Trying medical experts who select to tread this way in Rajasthan discover themselves not as they were prepared with the information and aptitudes to exceed expectations in their chosen field but too enhanced by the social embroidered artwork and the warmth of the individuals they experience along the way.

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Exploring the Potential of PCD Franchise for Antipsychotics

In the realm of healthcare, the demand for effective and accessible medications is ever-growing, particularly in the field of mental health. Antipsychotic drugs play a crucial role in managing various psychiatric disorders, making them a cornerstone in the treatment of conditions such as schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and severe depression. One avenue that has gained prominence in ensuring the widespread availability of these medications is the PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) franchise model. This blog aims to explore the potential and benefits of PCD franchises for Antipsychotics specifically tailored for antipsychotic medications.

Understanding PCD Franchise:

PCD franchise is a business model that allows entrepreneurs or individuals to partner with pharmaceutical companies to distribute and promote their products in a specific geographic area. This model enables the expansion of pharmaceutical companies' reach to remote and underserved regions, ensuring a more comprehensive distribution network. The PCD franchise system has proven to be an effective strategy in making quality healthcare products accessible to a larger population.

The Growing Need for Antipsychotics:

Mental health issues are on the rise globally, necessitating increased availability and accessibility of mental health medications. Antipsychotics, known for their efficacy in managing symptoms like hallucinations, delusions, and mood disorders, are integral to the treatment of various psychiatric conditions. PCD franchises focused on antipsychotics can contribute significantly to addressing the growing demand for these medications.

Benefits of PCD Franchise for Antipsychotics:

Geographic Reach: PCD franchises help pharmaceutical companies penetrate new and remote markets. This is crucial for ensuring that antipsychotic medications reach patients in all corners of the country, even in areas where access to healthcare is limited.

Localized Marketing: The PCD franchise model allows for localized marketing efforts, which is vital in mental health treatment. Tailoring marketing strategies to the specific needs and cultural nuances of a region helps reduce stigma and encourages better acceptance of mental health medications.

Economic Opportunities: PCD franchises create economic opportunities for local entrepreneurs and businesses. This not only strengthens the pharmaceutical supply chain but also contributes to the overall economic development of the region.

Patient Education: Local distributors in the PCD franchise network can play a crucial role in patient education. Providing information about the proper usage, potential side effects, and the importance of adherence to antipsychotic medications enhances treatment outcomes.

Enhanced Availability: By establishing a network of PCD franchises, pharmaceutical companies can ensure a consistent and enhanced supply of antipsychotic medications. This is particularly vital for preventing interruptions in treatment and promoting long-term therapeutic success.

Conclusion:

The PCD franchise model for antipsychotic medications represents a symbiotic relationship between pharmaceutical companies and local entrepreneurs, aiming to bridge gaps in mental healthcare access. As we continue to recognize the significance of mental health and its impact on overall well-being, initiatives like PCD franchises for antipsychotics play a pivotal role in creating a more inclusive and accessible healthcare landscape. By fostering partnerships that prioritize both business growth and patient well-being, we move one step closer to a world where mental health treatment is available to all who need it.

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PCD Pharma Franchise Opportunity in Uttar Pradesh: A Comprehensive Guide

Uttar Pradesh, the most populous state in India, presents a vast landscape of opportunities in various sectors, including healthcare. The pharmaceutical industry in Uttar Pradesh is burgeoning, and the demand for quality medicines continues to escalate. For entrepreneurs and individuals keen on venturing into the pharmaceutical sector, the PCD Pharma Franchise Opportunity in Uttar Pradesh is both promising and rewarding. This article delves into the intricacies of this opportunity, highlighting its potential and benefits.

Understanding the Pharmaceutical Landscape in Uttar Pradesh

Growing Demand for Quality Healthcare:

With a burgeoning population and increasing awareness about healthcare, Uttar Pradesh witnesses a growing demand for quality pharmaceutical products. The state's diverse demographics, urbanization, and healthcare infrastructure development contribute to this escalating demand.

Emerging Markets and Opportunities:

Cities like Lucknow, Kanpur, Agra, and Varanasi are emerging as significant pharmaceutical hubs in Uttar Pradesh. These cities offer a blend of urban and rural markets, providing a vast consumer base for pharmaceutical products. The evolving healthcare policies and infrastructure development further amplify the growth prospects.

PCD Pharma Franchise: An Overview

Understanding the PCD Model:

PCD stands for Propaganda Cum Distribution, a model where pharmaceutical companies offer franchise opportunities to individuals or entities for distributing and marketing their products in specific regions. This model empowers entrepreneurs to leverage established brands and products, focusing on sales and marketing.

Benefits of PCD Pharma Franchise:

The PCD Pharma Franchise model in Uttar Pradesh offers numerous benefits, including low investment requirements, marketing support, established brand recognition, and product training. Entrepreneurs can capitalize on the growing demand for pharmaceutical products, ensuring a steady revenue stream and business growth.

Why Choose Uttar Pradesh for PCD Pharma Franchise?

Vast Market Potential:

Uttar Pradesh's vast population, diverse demographics, and growing healthcare needs translate into significant market potential for pharmaceutical products. Entrepreneurs can tap into this vast market, addressing various healthcare requirements and ensuring product accessibility across the state.

Supportive Business Environment:

The Uttar Pradesh government's initiatives to promote industries and entrepreneurship create a supportive business environment. Entrepreneurs exploring the PCD Pharma Franchise opportunity can benefit from incentives, infrastructure development, and streamlined regulatory processes, facilitating business growth.

Partnering with Established Pharma Companies

Choosing the Right Partner:

While exploring the PCD Pharma Franchise opportunity in Uttar Pradesh, choosing the right pharmaceutical company is crucial. Partnering with established companies like Neorganic Healthcare ensures quality products, marketing support, regulatory compliance, and continuous innovation, fostering business success.

Collaboration and Growth:

Collaborating with reputable pharmaceutical companies in Uttar Pradesh enables entrepreneurs to focus on business development, marketing strategies, and customer engagement. With a robust product portfolio, reliable supply chain, and comprehensive support, entrepreneurs can navigate the competitive landscape and achieve growth milestones.

Regulatory Compliance and Quality Assurance

Ensuring Compliance:

Navigating the regulatory landscape is crucial when establishing a PCD Pharma Franchise in Uttar Pradesh. Entrepreneurs must ensure compliance with state and national regulations, licensing requirements, quality standards, and ethical practices. Partnering with reputable pharmaceutical companies facilitates adherence to regulatory guidelines, ensuring business continuity and credibility.

Commitment to Quality:

Quality assurance is paramount in the pharmaceutical industry. Entrepreneurs venturing into the PCD Pharma Franchise opportunity in Uttar Pradesh must prioritize quality assurance, product efficacy, safety, and reliability. Partnering with companies like Neorganic Healthcare ensures adherence to stringent quality standards, fostering trust among healthcare professionals and consumers.

Conclusion

The PCD Pharma Franchise Opportunity in Uttar Pradesh presents a promising avenue for entrepreneurs and individuals passionate about healthcare and business growth. With a vast market potential, supportive business environment, and collaboration opportunities with established pharmaceutical companies like Neorganic Healthcare, entrepreneurs can navigate the competitive landscape and achieve success. By prioritizing quality, compliance, and customer-centric strategies, entrepreneurs can contribute to healthcare accessibility, innovation, and excellence in Uttar Pradesh's dynamic pharmaceutical industry.

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Unlocking Opportunities: PCD Pharma Franchise in Nagaland with Medmaster

The pharmaceutical industry is witnessing unprecedented growth in India, and the northeastern state of Nagaland is no exception. As healthcare demands rise, so do the opportunities for aspiring entrepreneurs. One of the most lucrative ventures in this sector is the PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) pharma franchise model. Among the leading players in this field is Medmaster, a brand synonymous with quality and trust. In this blog post, we will explore the benefits of establishing a PCD pharma franchise in Nagaland, the advantages of partnering with Medmaster, and the steps to embark on this rewarding journey.

Understanding the PCD Pharma Franchise Model

The PCD pharma franchise model allows individuals or businesses to distribute and market pharmaceutical products under a specific brand name. Unlike traditional distribution channels, this model provides franchisees with exclusive rights to promote and sell products in their designated regions. This not only reduces competition but also allows franchisees to focus on building their businesses without the overhead costs associated with manufacturing.

Why Nagaland?

Nagaland presents a unique landscape for the pharmaceutical industry. With a population that increasingly seeks better healthcare options, the demand for quality medicines is on the rise. The state's strategic location, coupled with government initiatives to promote healthcare, makes it an attractive destination for pharmaceutical ventures.

Growing Demand: As awareness about health issues increases, the need for effective medications grows. A PCD pharma franchise in Nagaland can tap into this rising demand and cater to a population eager for quality healthcare solutions.

Government Support: The Indian government is actively promoting the healthcare sector in the northeastern states. Various initiatives are in place to enhance healthcare infrastructure, which bodes well for the pharma industry.

Less Competition: While many states are saturated with pharma companies, Nagaland presents a relatively untapped market. This gives new entrants a chance to establish themselves without fierce competition.

Why Choose Medmaster?

When considering a PCD pharma franchise in Nagaland, partnering with a reputable company like Medmaster can make all the difference. Here’s why:

1. Quality Products

Medmaster is known for its commitment to quality. The company offers a diverse range of pharmaceutical products that meet the highest standards of quality and efficacy. From tablets and capsules to injectables and syrups, Medmaster’s product line is designed to cater to various medical needs, ensuring franchisees have a robust portfolio to market.

2. Comprehensive Support

Starting a PCD franchise can be daunting, but with Medmaster, you’re never alone. The company provides extensive support to its franchise partners, including:

Marketing Assistance: Medmaster supplies promotional materials, including brochures, banners, and samples, to help franchisees effectively market their products.

Training Programs: To ensure that franchisees are well-equipped to handle their business, Medmaster offers training sessions on product knowledge, marketing strategies, and customer service.

Logistical Support: Medmaster takes care of inventory management and timely deliveries, allowing franchisees to focus on sales and customer engagement.

3. Attractive Margins

One of the significant advantages of the PCD model is the profit margin. Medmaster offers attractive margins, allowing franchisees to maximize their profits. The pricing structure is designed to ensure that franchise partners can earn competitive returns while still offering affordable options to their customers.

4. Brand Recognition

In the pharma industry, brand trust is crucial. Medmaster has established a solid reputation in the market, which can significantly benefit new franchisees. By associating with a trusted brand, franchise partners can leverage existing goodwill, making it easier to gain customer trust and loyalty.

Steps to Start Your PCD Pharma Franchise with Medmaster

Starting your PCD pharma franchise in Nagaland with Medmaster is a straightforward process:

Research and Contact: Begin by researching Medmaster’s product offerings and business model. Reach out to their team to express your interest and gather detailed information.

Application: Fill out the franchise application form provided by Medmaster. Include relevant details about your background, financial capability, and business vision.

Meeting and Agreement: After your application is reviewed, you may have a meeting to discuss terms and conditions. Once both parties agree, you’ll sign a franchise agreement.

Training and Setup: Participate in the training programs offered by Medmaster. Set up your business premises and prepare for operations.

Launch and Grow: Begin your operations, leveraging Medmaster’s support to build your customer base and grow your business.

Conclusion

The PCD pharma franchise model represents a golden opportunity for aspiring entrepreneurs in Nagaland. With Medmaster as your partner, you can tap into the growing demand for quality pharmaceuticals while enjoying the benefits of a well-established brand. With the right approach, dedication, and support from Medmaster, your venture can contribute to improving healthcare in Nagaland while ensuring your business thrives. Don’t miss out on this opportunity—take the first step today!

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Rotary Cum DTH Drilling Rig

Beaver Track Pvt Ltd is an ISO 9001:2008 Certified Company offering Rotary Cum DTH Drilling Rig india for the last 40 years, we have manufactured and supplied more than 10,000 rigs of various capabilities to various commercial, industrial and domestic applications.We also offer UGD 200

Specifications:

Powerful Drilling: Beaver Tracks' rigs combine the strengths of both rotary and down-the-hole (DTH) drilling techniques. This hybrid approach enables drilling through various geological formations, ensuring optimal penetration rates.

Customization: These rigs come in a range of sizes and configurations to suit the specific needs of different projects. From small-scale water well drilling to large-scale mining operations, Beaver Tracks' rigs can be tailored accordingly.

Versatility: These rigs can handle diverse drilling methods, including air rotary, mud rotary, and DTH drilling. This adaptability makes them ideal for geothermal exploration, mineral extraction, and groundwater development.

Dependable Engines: Beaver Tracks' rigs are powered by robust engines, ensuring reliable and consistent performance even in the most challenging terrains.

Uses:

Water Well Drilling: Beaver Tracks' Rotary Cum DTH Drilling Rigs are widely used in providing access to clean and sustainable water sources, especially in remote and arid regions.

Mining Exploration: India's mineral-rich landscape benefits from these rigs, as they can efficiently extract valuable resources like coal, iron ore, and bauxite.

Geothermal Energy: The rigs are crucial in harnessing the earth's geothermal energy potential, contributing to India's sustainable energy initiatives.

Infrastructure Development: From bridge construction to road building, Beaver Tracks' rigs play a pivotal role in soil testing and foundation drilling.

In conclusion, Beaver Tracks' Rotary Cum DTH Drilling Rigs have become the go-to solution for India's drilling needs, offering versatility, customization, and efficiency. These rigs are not just tools; they are the key to unlocking India's geological treasures and contributing to its sustainable development goals.

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Why Investors Should Continue Buying Properties in 2023

Introduction 

The real estate market in 2023 is growing at a rapid pace. India has achieved excellent progress in real estate as compared to 2022. The increasing demand for housing and office spaces has given a new shape to the real estate market. The Gurgaon real estate market has witnessed the highest growth compared to other top cities in India. As per a report, Gurgaon has registered rapid growth in real estate of 28.9%, beating the national average of 10.4%. On the other side, Gurgaon has witnessed a significant decline of 14.0% in the supply of properties, reflecting the broader trend in the Indian real estate landscape with a negative quarterly growth of 7.4%.

Current trends in the real estate market

The real estate market is a fascinating investment option for investors. We all know that the growth in the real estate market is spectacular and impressive. Consumer preferences have changed over time & it is a good sign for the real estate market, with consumers demanding more luxury properties, flats and bigger houses. People are relocating to Gurgaon for jobs, and the opening of new start-up companies augurs very well for the real estate market. The average rates of properties in Gurgaon have increased by 2.3% due to uneven demand and supply leads to an increase in the rates of properties.

Benefits of investing in properties

Investing in real estate is a smart move and can transform not only your life but the lives of your family as well. Buying a house is very common and the first dream of everyone. Investing in real estate not only gives emotional satisfaction but also promises your financial growth over time. Appreciation of the value of properties, and regular income from rental properties are very safe investment options and promise good ROI.

The Role of Inflation in the real estate market

Inflation is not a good sign for many businesses, but it impacts less on the real estate market. The prices of properties increase with inflation due to the high price of construction materials, high-interest rates on buying property and increases in rental rates.

Real estate forecasts for 2023

The predictions for the Gurgaon real estate market in 2023 are good & it looks like a booming year for the Gurgaon real estate market. Predictions for Gurgaon real estate are: increase in shop-cum-offices, high digital searching for housing, increase in property price, increase in office leasing, people relocating to Gurgaon, buying luxury flats and houses, etc.

The Role of Shiimperial

Taking the help of a real estate advisor is very important for customers as they do not have adequate knowledge of the market. If you are interested in buying property in Gurgaon, contact Shiimperial. Shiimperial provides quality real estate services according to your preferences and budget. Shiimperial has a variety of options like premium apartments, luxury villas, and commercial properties.

Conclusion:

The real estate market in 2023 is rapidly growing. Investment in properties offers benefits like good ROI, financial growth, and an appreciation of value. 

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DLF SCO Plots Panipat: A Promising Investment Opportunity

Panipat, a historic metropolis inside the northern Indian country of Haryana, is not handiest recognised for its rich history but is also fast emerging as a hub for monetary and infrastructural development. Among the many real property tasks shaping the metropolis's future, DLF SCO (Shop-Cum-Office) plots in Panipat have won extensive interest. In this weblog, we can explore why DLF SCO plots in Panipat are taken into consideration as a promising funding opportunity.

The DLF Advantage

DLF SCO Plots a famed call inside the Indian actual estate industry, has a record of delivering first-class initiatives that blend modern facilities with sustainability. Their challenge into Panipat with SCO plots isn't any exception. Here's why DLF's presence is an enormous advantage:

Trusted Brand: DLF's legacy of over 75 years brings a sense of trust and reliability. Investors and organizations are regularly more willing to select projects backed with the aid of established brands.

Quality Infrastructure: DLF is understood for its dedication to providing top-notch infrastructure. The SCO plots in Panipat are not exceptional, ensuring that your funding could be sponsored through world-magnificence facilities and facilities.

Strategic Location: The region of DLF SCO Plots Panipat is selected cautiously to ensure that it's easily handy, and gives a top region for companies to flourish.

Connectivity: Panipat's proximity to the countrywide capital, Delhi, and its nicely evolved street and rail networks make it a desired area for agencies trying to establish a presence in the northern area of India.

Education and Workforce: The town boasts a nicely knowledgeable and skilled workforce, way to the presence of numerous educational institutions and schooling facilities.

Investment Potential of DLF SCO Plots

Investing in DLF SCO plots in Panipat offers several advantages:

Rental Income: You can rent or lease out the industrial space, producing steady rental earnings. The demand for commercial properties in Panipat is anticipated to increase as extra groups set up their presence in the metropolis.

Capital Appreciation: Over time, as the city continues to develop, the value of your SCO plot is probably to appreciate, presenting capacity capital gains.

Diverse Business Opportunities:, DLF SCO Plots NH-1 GT Road Panipat can be used for a number of agencies, consisting of workplaces, retail stores, clinics, eating places, and extra, supplying you with flexibility in selecting the quality investment alternative to your needs.

Conclusion

DLF SCO plots in Panipat, Haryana, present a promising funding opportunity in a city that is on the cusp of economic transformation. With DLF's dependence on brand, great infrastructure, and Panipat's growing monetary significance, investing in SCO plots in this city is a strategic circulate that may yield long-term benefits. Whether you are an investor searching out condo profits or a business owner in search of a prime vicinity, DLF SCO plots in Panipat offer a compelling proposition within the ever-increasing landscape of Haryana's real property marketplace. So, capture the opportunity and be part of Panipat's thrilling journey closer to prosperity.

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PCD Pharma Companies | Pharma Franchise For Pharma Business Owner

In the late 20th and early 21st century we have witnessed how the pharmaceutical landscape has seen enormous changes with manufactures of PCD (Propaganda Cum Distribution) Pharma being at the forefront. Such coming about is primarily the reason that decentralised distribution systems have risen thanks to the major changes in healthcare industries which are now making way for these distribution systems.

Besides the demand for affordable and easily available healthcare medicine services, the reason behind the development of PCD Pharmaceutical Companies like Unibiotech Formulations in North India is a major factor. Figuratively, we are in a context where more diseases are naturally appearing and the healthcare costs rising up; in summary, there have been calls for democratisation of the pharmaceutical industry, mainly motivated by the developing countries' need.

In addition, technological and communication breakthroughs made the way for the development of worldwide PCD Pharma Franchise Organizations to be influenced, especially in situations of good supply chain management and wide market penetration. The world of technology, with digital platforms and online marketing strategies, has become the fortress through which these companies can access a larger audience and create a presence in numerous places of the world.