tease me — geto, gojo

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/49943437.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Category: F/M
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Getou Suguru/Reader, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru,
Ieiri Shoko & Reader, Fushiguro Toji/Reader, Nanami Kento/Reader,
Itadori Yuuji/Reader, Fushiguro Megumi/Reader
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Getou Suguru, Kenjaku | Fake
Getou Suguru, Reader, Ieiri Shoko, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi,
Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen),
Muta Kokichi | Mechamaru, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge, Tsukumo Yuki,
Iori Utahime, Mei Mei (Jujutsu Kaisen), Yuta, Kugisaki Nobara, Yuta
okkotsu
Additional Tags: Bullying, Top Gojo Satoru, Power Bottom Gojo Satoru, Top Getou
Suguru, Student Getou Suguru, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu
Kaisen), Protective Gojo Satoru, Exhibitionism, Somnophilia,
Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Grinding, Double
Penetration, Dry Humping, Forbidden Love, Cheating,
Implied/Referenced Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation,
Mentioned Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Student
Gojo Satoru, Possessive Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Lives, Protective
Getou Suguru, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Drinking,
Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Threesome - F/M/M
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-09-08 Completed: 2024-02-27 Words: 83,235 Chapters:
32/32
 tease me — geto, gojo
by totheshallows

Summary

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ "𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒."

↳ in which - y/n falls in love with her bullies. geto and gojo. though she can't have both, and
is torn between having to choose. ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

──────────────────

𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ↻

© 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖
 chapter one

°˖➴ NAOYA'S LIPS MOLD into your own, a strangled gasp choking its way up from your
throat and invading his breath. He moans softly, his eyes fluttering as he had your body
firmly pressed against a metal door—-your back against the cold surface with your chest
rubbing close up against his own.

"Fuck—-" He laughed breathlessly, guiding your hips to rub the sensitive spot in between
your legs directly against his knee. "I can't get enough of you, Sweetheart."

Naoya's sucked in a harsh breath.

"Maybe if we're fast, we can get a quickie in during my break, yeah?" He bit back an
intoxicated smile, leaning down to pull you in for yet another messy kiss.

"Can't," You frowned out, breaking the kiss and letting a hand hook around the back of his
head to softly intertwine your fingers in his hair. "I have an exam in Social psychology.
Yeah... I really can't miss this."

Naoya frowned, inclining in a little closer to nuzzle his face in your shoulder.

He was slow with his movements, softly guiding your hips to gently grind against his thigh.

"That class is so easy," He mumbled. "The tests are brainless multiple-choice questions. Miss
it, or else I seriously might drop you. You can take it later—-you'd be a fool to fail it—"

"And that's exactly why I need to leave. It's easy, sure, but I still need to show up and do it.
Get it started the very least, Naoya." You snapped, cutting him off and even placing your
hands on his chest to push him away barely. He was all talk, truly. "Plus... I can't say I really
want to fuck here either. It's unsanitary, and cold."

His eyes only lowered at your words.

"What's wrong with fooling around here?"

"Naoya," You sighed, a small, annoyed smile drawing to your lips. "We're in a freezer."

"The cold makes it so much better." He purrs out, moving close as his hands slid down a little
further to firmly grope your ass. "If you don't like the cold, then let me warm you up."

"Don't you have to get back to work?"

"Im still on my break." He droned. "Im giving you my break."

You sighed. Rolling your eyes. "I never asked you to." You mumbled. "Would you rather be
doing something else?"

"Mmm..." His voice was low, he sounded almost tired. "What's better than feeling you up?"
Naoya Zenin was nothing more than a fling to you, a warm body that kept you warm—-but
he made it feel so damn good.

You both met up about two times a week and have been for the past couple months. He's the
captain of the football team and was weirdly nice to you. Why you? You didn't know, or even
wanted to know, but how could you complain?

You, a girl who was two years younger than him. He was a Junior, whilst you were a
Freshman.

It was on total accident too—-how the whole sex relationship even started. You simply
happened to attend one of his games, and when it was over, you found yourself staying a little
later than most people.

It was late August, the air was chilly and the sky was dark. You had a blanket wrapped
around your shoulders, your gaze glued to your phone as you sat on the bleachers.

Naoya approached you, still in his jersey, mouth gear, and all. He somehow managed to get
your number. His hair was damp in sweat, and he had a stupid smile stuck to his face the
whole time you two spoke.

And it was weird, too. Because you had only ever heard bad things about the boy. So it came
as a shock to hear him speak so casually—-even friendly with you.

He always had an unnerving vibe to him though.

Hence why you haven't fallen in love with him—-there wasn't much to fall in love with. He
was very insistent on being with you, and you being with him. But you weren't looking for a
relationship.

The two of you did hit it off pretty well after that though. So much so, that you even lost your
virginity to him.

And once again, you hadn't any intense feelings for the boy, you simply enjoyed the sex. And
you were fully contemptuous with this fact.

It was quite funny how it happened, too. It was obvious how Naoya had been with other girls
before, but you were still a virgin. Though two weeks into the friendship, you were the one
who made the first move.

You two were in his dorm room, watching a movie and cuddling when a scene came up of the
lead couple getting touchy in a theater. Naoya commented on how lame it actually is to get
hand jobs in theatres during movies.

It was an obvious joke, but you still asked. Why?

He looked at you for a long moment, his gaze unwavering. Then he answered simply and
lowly. It's better getting them alone, so you can be loud.
And at the moment, you weren't thinking fully. You asked Naoya, mindlessly, if you could
touch him. You unexpectedly slipped your hand under the covers and began to jerk him off.

Of course, at the time, Naoya didn't object to it at all—-if fact he encouraged you to do it.
Really only leaning back and pulling the covers down to watch you touch him with a nasty
smirk.

He was also presumably one of the biggest dickheads on campus, so it felt nice to not be
taunted by a Senior. You've never really seen him interact with many people one-on-one, so
you don't know if the rumors are empty-headed lies or if they were really true.

You pulled away from the kiss lightly, your chest heaving up and down slowly. Naoya didn't
hesitate to rest his forehead against your own, only smiling lazily at you with hooded eyes.

"Okay... For real now." You huffed out. "Class starts in ten minutes."

"Let me give you a ride for a blowjob." He asked, pulling away slowly. The taste of his minty
chapstick lingered on your lips. "Please?"

"No." You shook your head with a soft sigh. "It's just across the street..." You mumbled,
making your way over to open the large freezer doors. You tried to open them, but struggled
for a small moment. "I think I can handle a five-minute walk."

"Without me?" He hisses dramatically, walking past you to open the huge metal door with
ease. Only with one hand too. "Don't hurt my feelings now, Y/n."

You rolled your eyes, walking passed him without another glance. You pulled free your
phone from your school bag, chewing on your bottom glossy lip as you hummed.

"What?" Your tone was sarcastic. "You can feel emotions? I totally thought you were a
diagnosed sociopath."

"You're the one to blame for my Psychosis." He grumbled. "You drive me crazy."

You raised a finger, flicking his head lightly. "You're so stupid." You huffed out. "You're
emotionless. Not crazy."

"I thought a Sociopath was both?" He droned, innocently tilting his head. He was far from it
though: "Yeah. You're definitely failing that midterm—-"

"Shut up!" You frowned, pulling away from him completely. "Okay... I'm seriously leaving
now. I might text you later, Mkay?"

"No," He mumbled, shifting over to lean on the one of the cafe counters—-you both were in
the kitchen of the Bistro he managed. "You will text me later."

You sighed, sending Naoya an annoyed look.

"I'll do what I want." You mumbled, turning your back to him. You let your fingers messily
type away at your phone, dismissing Naoya in general. "You're too controlling. It's revolting."
"I thought girls liked that?" He frowned, his tone nothing but sly. "Woman can never hide
their emotions. They wear them like—-"

"Goodbye, Naoya." You sighed, walking out to the front, and utterly dismissing the
conversation in general.

~~~•~~~

You made it. Just in time.

But now, forty-five minutes later, you're finished with the exam. So you decided to let your
head rest on the desk and bask in the stillness for a moment. The lecture hall was serene, and
Proffesor Yaga stood at the podium, explaining something quietly to another student.

The silence. You loved it.

It wasn't something you got often, not with thing one and thing two behind.

It was the last class of the day—-for you—-though all you wanted right now was to go home.

Mostly because a new episode of Kami-Kami-Kiss was airing.

With your face resting on the desk, you let out a soft sigh, all before closing your eyes. The
best thing you could possibly do right now was daydream. Escape reality and enter a world
where everything was in your grasp. You could do whatever you wanted, with whoever you
wanted. You'd daydream—-just until it was time to leave this godawful place.

"Y/n~" A sly voice cooed from behind you, in nothing more than a low whisper.

You ignored him. Him, as in, Satoru. You didn't have the energy, or mind, to deal with the
two losers sitting behind you.

Gojo satoru and Geto Suguru.

"Bitch-chan?" Suguru added, tilting his head softly with a sweet smile. "Answer us."

You sighed, setting up in your seat to turn around and glare at the two.

Suddenly, you raised your hand, it being balled up in a small fist.

And then slowly, very slowly, with both their curious gazes glued to your hand, you slowly
started to unwheel at the side of your balled-up fist—-making it seem like you were turning a
wheel.

Every so gradually—-and you made sure to take your sweet time——your middle finger
began to raise, popping up straightly. Suguru's expressions didn't seem to waver, though for
Satoru, a small frown came to his lips at the view. Like he was almost pouting.

"Fuck," You made sure to whisper. "Off."

And without another word, you turned back around to lay your head back down, an annoyed
sigh tunneling from your glossy lips.

Though before you could even begin, someone from behind you roughly grabbed onto your
hair and yanked it causing your head to fly backward.

They seemed to let go quickly the moment you jerked up, turning around with a mean glare
crossing your features. You softly held the [lock/braid] that they pulled. It hurt, mostly
because the dickhead yanked hard.

That dickhead being Gojo.

This was an everyday thing. Day after day these losers put you through absolute hell.

You wouldn't be surprised if they're planning to stick gum in your hair right this very
moment.

They've done it before.

You straightened your posture—-you knew they were going to mess with you again. It was
bound to happen. The two looked at you dumbly, as if they did nothing wrong. Gojo even
swirled a pencil in between his index fingers as he peered at you.

"If you touch me again," You mumbled, before slowly rising from your seat, your eyes were
wide in pure irritation.

"I'll slap the shit out of you." You glared. Both boys went silent, Gojo's pencil twirling came
to a complete halt, too.

They suddenly both broke out in a fit of giggles.

"C-Calm down, Geto! O-Or else she's gonna hit us!" Gojo cooed once again, shaking his
friend's shoulder.

"You wouldn't hurt a fly, Baby." Suguru smiled, swaying alongside Satoru's shaking as he had
his arms crossed over his chest. "No need to act so bitchy—-"

Suguru was quickly cut off by your smacking him in the face with a notebook of yours. It
was thin, so it didn't hurt him much. You could tell by his low glare that he wasn't happy
about it.

"Well," You mumbled, hesitantly moving to sit back down. You averted your gaze, huffing
out an annoyed sigh. "No need to be such a fuckin' dick head. W-What about that, huh?"

Gojo's eyes narrowed, and a sly smile came to his face. He leaned over the row of his desks a
little, just so you could really hear his low whisper.

"You're fucked."

...
"How so?" You quickly mumbled out, keeping your gaze glued to the podium where
Professor Yaga stood.

"Class ends in five minutes." Satoru cooed. "Me and Sugu might have to take you to the back
and teach ya' a lesson-—ouch—what the hell?!" Satoru was quickly cut off by Suguru
smacking him in the back of the head, a mean glare spread across his face.

"Don't say shit like that, Man." He grumbled, briefly glancing at you. "We wouldn't do that,
Bitch-chan. Don't listen to this fool." He sighed, a little annoyed with Satoru's threat.

Now it was Suguru who leaned in a little closer, never tearing his intense gaze away from
you.

"Y/n," He then called out. "We really do want to talk to you after class though." He paused
for a small moment, watching how your expression flickered into something worried for a
brief moment. "Will you be a Princess and have a moment with us?"

He made you want to hurl.

"What for?" You mumbled out, forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat. "What
do you want to talk about?"

His eyes lowered while his lips upturned into a sly smile. You hated this bastard more than
life itself, he was too cocky, too cunning, too sly. Tilting his head as he rested his cheek on
his palm, he hummed.

"It's very important." He warned, glancing at Satoru. "We have a favor to ask of you... But
we'll go into the details later."

You hated how sweet his smile looked, how soft his voice was. The look in his eyes was a
clear sign though that it was all a sham. The idea of Suguru looking at you in such a soft
manner was impossible for you.

Because he was your bully. Your bully that you hated so much.

Above all though, that low flicker in his eyes made it clear you didn't have a choice in the
matter.

You cringed, your eyes hollowed into something annoyed. "Details? Look," You began, your
tone dripping with venom. "You're making it sound like you two want to Eiffel Tower me.
Hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested. So stop trying, because it's seriously gross."

Your snappy attitude made Satoru giggle, even leaning in a little closer on his desk too, his
elbows propped up on the surface. "Eiffel tower? With you? Suguru, I'm surprised she even
knows what that means, huh?" Satoru laughed.

Suguru looked amused too-—so much so he couldn't help but cut in. "Little Miss Innocent
isn't as pure as we took her to be... Yes?"
These two really knew how to get on your nerves, which strings to pull, and what buttons to
push. It was infuriating.

"God, you both are disgusting." You mumbled, squinting your eyes. "Just get on with it. The
'details', or whatever bullshit schemes you two have planned."

The bell suddenly rang, and Satoru's smirk grew.

"Alright, Angel." Satoru cooed, standing up and grabbing his backpack before slinging it
over his shoulder. "Let's get going then, yeah?"
 chapter two
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

"°˖➴ "ALRIGHT. WHAT DO YOU TWO SCUMBAGS WANT?"

The two were on either side of you as you opened your shoe locker, changing into your
outside slip-ons whilst you awaited for what they were about to lay on you. The two were
unpredictable, so you didn't even try to guess what they had in mind. There really was no
way of telling.

Gojo Satoru was an erratic man, it was hard to guess what he'd do or say before it was even
done. You wondered how he managed to get into the University, the acceptance rate being
low as the school only accepts the best of the best. It jumbled your sense of righteousness that
Satoru, of all people, fits into that criteria.

You could see Suguru skirting his way into the program with his sly and cunning personality.
Unlike Satoru, you found it hard to read the boy. He always wore a sweet smile—-one which
was disgustingly fake, you assumed. You weren't sure what to fully believe about him, as you
didn't know what he believed about you.

"Watch that pretty little tongue," Satoru warned, a small smile drawn to his lips. "Apologize
for the name, Sweets."

Satoru, without warning, had come up from behind you and placed his chin on your shoulder,
not caring for your personal space. He was only doing it to tick you off—-annoy you to no
ends. You couldn't understand why, simply brushing it off as Satoru being Satoru.

"Die, and then I'll apologize." You mumbled, closing your shoe locker. It slammed loudly,
and it was easy to recognize your aggravation. Satoru still had his chin resting on the crook of
your shoulder, smirking against your ear. He found your bitter annoyance utterly sweet, the
cherry on top to his dull days.

"You're such a bitch. Ease up a little. " He cooed directly against your ear. "Just apologize."

You sighed.

And without warning, you harshly took a step back. Your back abruptly collided with
Satoru's chest, causing him to stumble back with a strangled gasp.
"Sorry." You quickly turned around, smiling sweetly whilst holding your school bag in front
of you. "Didn't see you there."

Suguru eyed you both, a small smile drawing to his lips. Satoru looked pissed—-his eyes low,
and his face red. He could never foresee when you'd turn so sour though, that was the only
con of teasing you. "You Bitch—"

"So, listen," Suguru stepped close towards you, warmly placing his hand on your shoulder,
and utterly cutting off his fuming bestfriend. "We need you to steal something for us. Look at
it as a... Heist."

"What?"

Your annoyance immediately vanished, falling into something stunned and confused. Suguru
wasn't a fan of the look you had on your face. He loved whenever you looked clueless—-but
not in the sense that you were about to slap him to the moon.

"Don't give me that look."

"Or what?" You squint your eyes, wiggling off his firm hold to your shoulder. "I have no
reason to participate in—-"

Before you could reply, your school bag was harshly pulled away from your arms.

Taken by none other than Satoru.

"Yeah you do, Baby." He giggled stupidly, raising it up high so you couldn't get your bag
back. "You wouldn't want us going through this, would you? Yknow, maybe there's a diary in
here or something—-"

"Give it back!" You snapped, rushing towards the male and grabbing his tie, yanking it
harshly to try and get your bag back. He still didn't budge though—-Satoru was a little more
ready for your attack this time. His footing was firm, and his smirk only grew to be more
smug. It was infuriating. "I will seriously report you—-"

"Don't be a snitch now." If the situation couldn't get more aggravating, Suguru's voice
suddenly cut in. "C'mon. You haven't even heard the terms and conditions."

"Hell," You scoffed, glaring at the two. "You're both delusional. Terms and conditions? Why
would I even agree? There's nothing in it for me—-"

The next words Satoru began speaking made your eyes widen, your breath hitch.

This fucker was reading a page of your diary.

Which was actually in your bag.

"Naoya's dick isn't the best. It's kind of big, and It's got a good curve, but he lacks skill—"
Your body moved on instinct, quickly reaching out to slap your palm over his mouth. Your
eyes were wide, and the look of terror spread across your soft complexion made Satoru smirk
into your palm.

"Okay." You whispered out, nervously glancing at Suguru. "Just give me my bag back, and
I'll steal whatever the hell you two want."

~~•~~

"HERE'S THE PLAN." Suguru leaned down, a firm hold to your shoulder as you both
walked down campus, the sun shining brightly up above you three. Satoru insisted discussing
the plan over lunch, so you all were making your way to the dining hall, now leaving the
lecture hall. "Tomorrow is when we'll commence the plan, after classes. You're going to
weasel your way into Yaga's office, and you're going to grab something very special."

You lazily glanced at him, your expression indifferent. "Which is...?"

Suguru smiled cutely. "Just a document." Suguru mewled out. "Fushiguro's background. His
resume. Literally anything that has his name on it."

Everything about him and what he was saying only made you irk further. More than
anything, you just wanted to scoff, and tell him absolutely not. You were caught in their traps
though, struggling desperately to find a way out of this.

The thing was, there wasn't a way out.

"You're nine kinds of crazy if you think I'm going to steal something from Professor Yaga."
You grumbled, briefly glancing up at Suguru. "And that something surrounding Mr.
Fushiguro. What are you poking at anyways, huh?"

"That's none of your business, Sweets." Satoru piqued in from beside you, his face stuck in
his phone. He didn't even spare you a single glance, all whilst talking in that smug tone you
'adored'. "Whatever business we have with that fucker doesn't concern you, mkay? All you
need to focus on is going in, and coming out. Unseen."

You nearly wanted to laugh then and there.

"Do you know cameras line almost every inch of this campus?" You stared at Satoru with an
intensity that would make any normal persons knees fall weak in unease.

Gojo Satoru was far from normal. Sure, you did have his knee's feeling weak, just in other
ways. He liked it when you scowled at him with such a face. It turned him on.

"And the last person I want to stir anything up with is Mr. Fushiguro---"
Satoru cackled loudly at your words, even lightly slapping your lower back. "Oh? That's it,
really?" He taunted. "You're just worried about bruising that sweet little image you've put on
for Naoya, that's the truth."

The words sounded so bitter coming from Satoru's mouth, but he was right. In a sense.

You didn't like Naoya, but the last thing you wanted was for him to dislike you.

Naoya Zenin looked up to Toji Fushiguro, and the whole school knew that. Toji was the
coach for the Jujutsu football team, the games always being intense and something to look
forward to. Even people who didn't go attend the University showed up.

"That's not true." You lied right through your teeth. "It's... It's not like that—-"

"Don't worry, Y/n." Suguru softly smiled, leaning down to smirk against your ear. His voice
made you shiver, the gravity of the situation hitting you hard then and there.

"There is absolutely no need to uphold that innocent act around us."

You bit on your bottom lip, lowering your gaze. Suguru only smiled further at your reaction,
his eyes falling into something low and amused.

"You're no Angel. And even if it's just us, we can see right through the masquerade."

He pulled away, smiling sweetly.

"Now, let's have lunch and discuss the plan once more. How does that sound?"
 chapter three
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ You loved the Shibuya during the night.

There was something so beautiful about it—something so heart-wrenching as the sky grows
dark, the black over blue, yet a labyrinth of glowing neon below. You could simply stand
there and gawk at the colorful lights, people, and scenery for hours.

You usually only passed through Shibuya on your way home—but today you felt like you
should treat yourself.

After a long day of doing absolutely nothing, while sitting next to Gojo Satoru, you felt like
you deserved it.

It was late—the sky had just become dark—but the roads were still so full.

Walking curiously down the alive and packed streets, you stopped to pull out your phone as
your eyes couldn't help but take in everything they possibly could.

Billboards glowing with animations.

Stores that had every beauty product you could imagine.

Couples hanging around every corner.

And people with unique styles loitering virtually everywhere.

Yeah... You needed directions.

You stood nervously beside a lamp post, holding your school bag in one hand, with your
phone in the other. You typed in a certain cafe you were specifically looking for.

"Ah... It's close. Perfect." You softly spoke to yourself seeing that the cat cafe you put in was
only a couple blocks away.

Before you could even turn away to head that way, a sudden smack to your behind made you
flinch with a yelp.
You quickly turned around with a scowl on your face, fully expecting to see either Gojo, or
Geto...

Rather you were met with three boys, all of which wore red and blue high school uniforms.

Your once bold and daring expression depleted. You lost all your confidence the moment you
realized it wasn't Gojo who was messing with you this time.

You took a single step back as they eyed you hungrily.

"Hey, Baby~! Wanna come drink with us?" One of them sneered.

Your gaze drifted down to your feet. You weren't scared, no, of course not. You've just never
talked back to anyone other other than Gojo and his puke best friend.

It's no different. You told yourself mentally. I'm older. They're nothing but a bunch of losers.

Tell them off as if they were Gojo and Geto. You raised your awareness towards them, a
single sweatdrop falling from your forehead.

"F-fuck off, Im waiting for somebody." You whispered out, just loud enough for them to hear.

A pure lie.

You were alone.

The boy in the middle raised a brow at your low words, all before he took a step closer. His
eyes were wide, and it was clear he was upset.

"Did you just say what I thought you did?"

You took a step back, looking around to see if anyone was watching these boys harass you.
People just kept passing around you though...

you were on your own.

"Huh? Answer me, Bitch!"

The boy suddenly leaned in so close, it disrupted your own personal bubble. He quickly
pushed you up against the pole, his hand wrapped around your throat. He then whispers to
you—his mouth to your ear.

"Girls like you annoy the shit out of me," Your breathing fastened as you started to panic,
"Girls like you need to be taught a lesson—"

"Stop," You croaked out, your voice low and desperate, "H-help, someone help—!"

Time before you seemed to slow down, and before you could even process it, the boy that
once had you pressed against the pole was now laying on the ground before you.

Within moments, the back of his shirt was forcefully grabbed before being yanked back.
"Dont you know it's unlucky to treat pretty girls cruelly?" A flirty voice seemed to bring you
back to your senses.

"S-Satoru..?"

Gojo stood before the boy as he lay on the cement ground, a sadistic smile on his face. The
other two boys were about to make a run for it, but Geto appeared just in time to trip them
before the moment they attempted to run.

Now all the boys who harassed you were laying on the ground, their mercy in the hands of
the two harshest people you knew.

"You have five seconds to apologize." Gojo laughed mockingly before stretching his legs a
little, making it seem like he was readying himself to land a kick.

"You won't do shit, Bastard!"

The boy attempted to pick himself back up to fight, but a direct kick to the face made him fall
back into the same position.

Gojo dropped down to a squat, all before grabbing a handful of his hair. "I won't, huh? Need
me to slow down? Or am I moving too fast for your liking—"

"Im sorry—! Fuck, okay? I'm sorry! Just let me go!"

"Not good enough~!" Gojo giggled before jumping back to his feet, taking a single step back,
and gearing toward yet another kick to his face.

Now bystanders were slowly starting to take notice of the scene. Geto stepped on the two
other boy's bodies to get to you.

The moment he reaches your trembling figure, he clasped your hand into his own, sending
you a quick, stern look before he began dragging you away from the scene.

You looked behind you, a shocked expression watching as Gojo laughed stupidly while
blowing a few more strikes to the boy's face. Just after his last one, the police appeared.

Gojo took off at that point, making sure to run a completely different way from you and Geto.

After Geto pulled you off and away through the busy crowded streets, the tall dark-haired
boy ended up tugging you into a nearby alley.

"Fuck," He grumbled to himself, letting go of your hand to pull out his phone, "What an
idiot."

You only stood there, gazing at the ground as Geto's words slowly rendered through your
mind.

As the whole gravity of the situation finally sunk in.

Gojo Satoru, your biggest public enemy, just... Saved you?

Geto noticed your dazed-out expression as he pressed his cell to his ear. His eyes narrowed at
your terrified complexion.

"... Y/n?" He leaned against the alley wall, "You alright?"

Your head raised at his voice. Your eyes were wide, and your lips were parted.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you felt your throat become dry, your eyes suddenly felt
warm and wet, and before you knew it, you dropped your head low—letting a few small cries
out.

Geto's expression flickered with worry for a moment, he pulled the cell away from his ear to
rest his hand on your shoulder for comfort—but before he could, you turned away from him.

"Im fine." Was all you mumbled, shaking away his hand, turning your back to his face. "Stop
acting like you care. It's fine. Everything's fine." You held your school bag tightly before
pushing your feet to leave the alley.

But before you could fully flee, you suddenly bumped into a chest.

You gazed up at whoever bumped into you with teary eyes, your expression drained.

Only to see... Gojo?

He had a nasty smirk plastered across his face, one of pure thrill and adrenaline. His lip was a
little bloody, and his hair was a little messy. It was obvious he was running excessively.

"There you are," He smiled down at you, taking in your expression. He suddenly leaned in
and hummed curiously. "Are you crying?"

Now it was Gojo who was suddenly greeted with your back. You hastily turned around so
you didn't have to face him.

You scoffed, avoiding both the boy's gazes by keeping your own stuck to the floor.

"Shut up and die." You spat.

Despite your crude words, Gojo giggled before ruffling your hair the moment he walked past
you to speak with Geto.

It took you a moment, but when you finally lifted your head, you gazed over at the two and
couldn't help but let your regard soften.

Had they not arrived, you didn't want to even think about where you'd be. You just couldn't
understand why. Why would they swoop in and save you?

You hated them. You hated them both. More than words could ever properly describe.
And yet, you felt... Safe.

"You fool!" Geto's yelling caught you back to your sense. He hit Gojo directly on the head.
"Was it worth it? Now if the police see any of us, we'll be in trouble, you careless adrenaline
Freak!"

Gojo glared at Geto, all before strutting over to you with a confident look.

Never breaking eye contact with his best friend, Gojo placed his chin on your shoulder as he
draped his arms around your body from the behind.

"They wouldn't dare." Gojo fake pouted. "After all, we're the good guys. We saved a helpless
—fragile girl in need." Gojo smirked before moving his hands up to clasp both your cheeks
from the behind. He began squishing them softly.

"Just look at her tears, Suguru~ They're genuine!"

You glared at Geto while he held up your face.

You hate him. Hate him. Hate him.

"Dont piss me off right now, Satoru." You hissed, tugging out of his grasp, "Im not in the
mood to play your games!"

"Games?" Gojo tilted his head curiously, he took a step closer to you, to which you took one
back. His cocky smile started coming out as you glared at him, "I admit, I love toying with
you L/n, but I just saved your ass. What would've happened if we didn't show up? You'd be in
an alley alright, just not with us—" He had inched close enough to you that your noses
practically touched.

You suddenly threw your schoolbag at Gojo meanly, your expression fuming. Though he
backed up and gave you some space the moment your bag flew into his chest.

"God! Shut up for once!" You shouted. "You find it funny? That I almost got sexually
assaulted—"

Gojo's sudden and exaggerated sigh echoed throughout the alley. "Funny?" He said, almost in
a dumbfounded way. "Princess, if I found it funny, I wouldn't have stepped in."

Gojo slowly began coming closer towards you once again, all before he simply returned the
bag to you—extending his arm that held it, all with his same cocky smile.

"I think we deserve a thank you."

You snatched the bag out of his arms with a fuming expression. Geto appeared next to Gojo,
his nose stuck in his phone.

"As if."
"I can't believe you guys are still fighting during a situation like this," Geto cringed, moving
his gaze to eye his best friend with an annoyed look, "Satoru, just drop it. Let's get going—
we had plans remember?"

Gojo didn't turn away to speak back. Rather, he continued staring at you. Your cheeks began
to heat up as you maintained eye contact with this barbaric asshole.

"Yo, Suguru," Gojo suddenly mischievously smiled. He finally turned to face Geto, "Let's
make Y/n pay."

Geto deadpanned at Gojo.

"Like Hell I'd pay for whatever you two dickheads have planned—"

Gojo suddenly cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth. You only attempted to
babble out more objections, but his hand muffled your talking.

"A small price to pay for our assistance, don't you think so?" You stopped trying to talk at his
words, though you still glared.

"Whatever," Geto mumbled, "Let's get going then. I plan to get wasted tonight."

Gojo smirked, his eyes glowing as they stuck to your flustered expression.

"Are you ready, Y/n?" Gojo snickered. "Im sure a good girl like you has never drank before.
Don't worry, you can do all the singing~!”
 chapter four
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

A/N ; So excited for next chapter!

°˖➴ "Take another! One more, Cmon S-S-Suguru!" Gojo was acting like an utter fool.
Swinging drinks in the air, singing with slurs slipping past his lips every small moment, not
to mention the rosy pink on his cheeks shining perfectly, implying he was drunk.

"No, no! Let's not! The tab is growing too fast!"

Suguru ignored your pleas before taking yet another shot, the karaoke table the three of you
sat at was shrouded in empty glasses.

Suguru chortled after taking the shot, he then grabbed the microphone from Gojo's hand to
sing himself. You and Satoru sat on one side of the booth, Suguru on the opposite.

You sighed annoyingly before letting your chin rest on your hand. Gazing at the two fools for
a moment, you couldn't help but smile softly as you watched them both act like dupes.

You wouldn't, and couldn't lie... You've also had a couple of drinks. Gojo's sly convincing
was to blame.

"Y/n~!" Satoru mewled before scooting closer to you.

"No."

"Talk to me! Suguru's singing is hurting my ears."

You lazily side-eyed him before sighing.

"Initiate a conversation then," You smiled at him, cockily, "Entertain me with your words,
and I'll entertain you with mine."

Gojo smiled at you, his dark glasses falling off his face as he tilted his head with a hum.

"What kind of men do you like, L/n?"

The sounds of Geto's horrid singing died out behind you, and Satoru's sudden question made
your breath hitch for an instant.

You turned your face away from Gojo slightly, "What kind of question is that? Stop speaking
nonsense, Satoru."

Satoru smirked, his eyes going hooded, "You didn't specify what words I could amuse you
with. So... Answer the question."

It felt like you were on some stupid date.

You glared at Gojo before swiftly picking up one of the shots and downing it. He smiled at
your actions before putting all his drunk attention on you.

"I like nice boys." You let out, gently placing down the shot glass on the table. "I like boys
who would do anything for me. The ones who fall head over heels. The ones who gawk at
me, then avert their gaze with pink cheeks whenever I walk down the street. The... Timid
ones."

Gojo raised an eyebrow at your words. "Is that so? I would've never guessed..."

You leaned into the booth seating a little, stretching your legs beneath you. "And what about
you, Satoru? What kind of woman piques your interest? I'm dying to know."

You sneered as you waited for his reply. Not once have you ever seen Gojo with a girl—at
school the very least. You were almost doubting he liked them until he spoke up.

"To be honest, my answer is the complete opposite of yours." He slurred out. "I like girls who
are mean. I need a hot chick to spit in my face so I can fall in love already."

Gojo let his head fall onto the table with a pouty tone, even covering half of his face with his
arms. You cringed at him as he spoke.

"That just sounds borderline abusive."

Gojo peaked through his glasses to gaze at you, half of his face hidden from his arms.

"You borderline abuse me."

You opened your mouth to give him a snarky reply, but before you could, you seemed to stop
yourself—now pathetically tripping over your own words.

Gojo Satoru was... Was he flirting with you?

You turned your stare away from Gojo's, your body language clearly saying Im shy!

"L/n?" Gojo's soft voice called out, his sudden touch to your thigh made you finally look at
him. He had moved, scooted closer to you without you even knowing, and now he was gently
playing with the ends of your skirt.
"You saw the janitor's closet on the right before we came here, yeah?" Satoru was so close—
how were you just now taking notice? You could feel his body warmth radiating onto you.

You frowned at him as his fingers moved, they began to trace small circles onto your thigh.

If it were any other time, if Gojo Satoru was touching you in any other setting, on any other
day, you would've slapped him away.

But...

There was something so tempting about letting him touch you now. It felt almost... Sensual,
especially with the taboo fact that you both were at least tipsy.

You gave him a tiny nod.

He smirked at that. Gojo leaned in close, much closer than before, his mouth to your ear as
his hand slowly moved to clasp the inner parts of your thigh. Your breath hitched at his touch,
and you could only sit there flustered.

"I have a secret to tell you, L/n." He whispered, you shivered lightly, "Meet me there in five."

Gojo then pulled away nonchalantly, "Awh~ Suguru, my bladder feels like it's about to
explode!"

Geto leaned into his seat across from you and Gojo, a dazy smile graced to his lips as he sunk
into his seat, "Go take a piss then..." Geto waved.

"It'll only be a few. Dont have too much fun without me." Gojo giggled before leaving the
room so shamelessly.

Leaving both Geto and you to sit in utter silence.

You stared down at your lap, your thighs rubbing together unknowingly. Where had this
come from? More importantly, should you go? Such suggestive feelings—vibes—from
Satoru. He was waiting for you, in this very moment. Knowing that only made your sanity
even more hazy. Your mind was racing, and your body felt... Hot—

"Hey, Y/n?"

Your thoughts were cut short by a voice across from you.

Geto Suguru.

You shifted in your place a little, giving him a small smile. "W-whats up?"

Geto straightened his posture in his seat, he tilted his head at you. His cheeks were pink, and
his eyes were hooded.

"... Can I take you out sometime?"

...

'What the hell.' You mentally screamed.

'No.' You mentally denied it.

'What the FUCK.' You mentally cried.

You only stared at Geto with parted lips, and red cheeks. Utterly, and completely shocked.

"W-what—"

"Fuck. I'm sorry, too blunt of me... P-please decline if you like." Suguru leaned against the
table, shaking his head. You only sat there, confused about what to do or say, "It's just...
You're so pretty, and I don't know why I'm starting to see that now—I mean, Ive been totally
in love with you since like middle school—"

"Geto." Your stern voice made him stop his talking. He looked at you with a very apparent
wasted face. "Dont make me slap the shit out of you. You're drunk, you're spouting bullshit."

Geto's face seemed a little hurt by your words, but you continued. He needed a little tough
love.

"You may think I look cute right now, that I look like a fantasy, but come tomorrow you'll ask
yourself what you've done." You stood up with a sigh.

Geto suddenly laughs softly. "Right. You've always been like this. Who am I kidding..."

Quicker than you stood up, you suddenly sat back down, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"What? Been like what? What the hell does that mean?"

"Crazy," Geto said bluntly. "Oblivious too. I mean—you've never noticed how I look at you,
really?" He laughed at his own teasing before carrying on deeper.

"But... I know better than anyone you're really just a big sweetheart." Geto was drunk, very
drunk. He was opposing his own thoughts. You squinted your eyes as you listened further on.

"In middle school, I remember some punks challenged you to a game of foot ball. You totally
kicked their asses. God, the looks of shame on their face!" Geto laughs a little, recalling it all,
"I remember watching you glare at them before running off. Ten minutes later, you returned
with ice cream for everyone." Geto let his head fall onto the table, he was close to passing out
—you could tell.

"You... You were there for that? But, I haven't known you for that long—"

Geto laughed, his eyes fluttering open and closed.

"I was in love with you all throughout high school at that point. We didn't go to the same
prefecture though—they sure we're close to each other... I caught a glimpse of you walking
home every now and then." Geto hiccuped, "C-come University though, I saw a chance to
finally get into your world."

You merely sat there, wide-eyed and flustered.

"So I took it." Geto smiled before completely passing out.

"Geto..?"

For as long as you remember, since the start of your University days, these two boys picked
on you for no other reason than to annoy you.

Had you known there was something deeper to it, maybe—just maybe, you wouldn't have
teased them back.

You wouldn't have teased Geto back.

"I think I really have to use the bathroom." You stuttered out, standing up slowly.

Before you were about to leave the small room flashing with neon lights, you removed your
University blazer to lay it on Geto's shoulders.

With a soft and perplexed look, you made your way outside into the hall of the karaoke
building. The soft clicks echo into the silent hall. The moment you were greeted with fresh
air—the smell of alcohol gone—you breathed in deeply.

You leaned up against the hallway wall, rubbing the side of your face. "Man... What the hell
is going on tonight," You gently pinched your cheek, "I swear... It feels like a dream... Or a
nightmare."

You blushed softly at the thought of both Gojo and Geto wanting you. But you were quick to
shake away the silly sensations, they were a couple of jerks... They probably only want to use
you.

But Geto...

We're his words true? His whole story?

You pushed yourself off the wall and began walking down the hall. Contemplating about it
all. Maybe a bathroom break really is what you need right now—

A door suddenly swung open, and within an instant, you were pulled inside a closet. You had
no time to acknowledge anything before you felt another body press directly against yours—
your back shoved against the door behind you.

"Oh... Fuck..." Gojo nearly whined, seeing himself so close to you, "You came... So, I have...
Have a confession to make." He whispered, gazing down at you with reddish cheeks.

You stood there, breathing heavily as he spoke.

"I didn't come, y-you forced me into here, Idiot." You glared.

'Why aren't you moving, Y/n?' You mentally asked yourself. 'Why aren't you pushing him
away?'

Gojo softly clasped both of your cheeks with his large hands, he leaned down and grinned
stupidly. His cheeks were red, and his smile obnoxious.

"I think you're my dream woman."

Your breath hitched at Satoru's declaration.

You were drunk. Satoru was drunk. And Geto was drunk. What's with the sudden...
Everything?

"Im so... I'm so light-headed." Gojo suddenly softly spoke as he began wobbling in his own
stance. You gently grabbed Gojo's shirt, the white blouse he wore had its first two unbuttons
undone.

You gripped into it gently, holding it so he wouldn't fall over, "Why do you treat me so
horribly then? What's with the sudden confession..."

Satoru laughed, all before leaning in close. His face practically touching your own—you
could feel his unsteady, alcohol-induced breath fanning onto your complexion.

"Because... I already told you," He licked his lips, "I find your reactions adorable." Satoru felt
your hands begin to slide down his torso. His voice grew sensual, his eyes hooded, "I might
also like... Being told off by you every once in a while..."

"So you're a masochist?"

Gojo laughed.

"Only if you're a sadist."

Y/n shook her head with a small, stupid giggle.

She opened her mouth to tell Satoru about Geto—your best friend just confessed his years of
long love to me—but you couldn't. Not yet.

"Look... Y/n," Gojo mumbled, "I can be what you want." He declared, his voice slurring.
Gojo pressed his face impossibly closer.

Your breath hitched, "I can be shy for you... Im already head over heels—just give me
*hiccup* a chance..."

Satoru was also drunk talking now.

You could only process how this all felt like a dream. How two best friends, who also happen
to be your enemies, just drunkenly confessed their supposed love to you.
"Satoru..." You gasped feeling his knee press in between your thighs.

He suddenly giggles, biting his bottom lip as his laughs floated through the air. And before
you could realize it, Gojo had pressed his lips to your own.

You didn't know why—but you kissed back.

And you kissed back desperately.

Your hands moved to tangle within his snow-white locks, a nasty moan slipped past your lips,
the the moment you closed your eyes—you swore you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Gojo pulled away from the kiss, his forehead pressed to your own. He caught his breath for a
moment, simply before he began rubbing circles directed by his knee into your heat.

"You turn me on so much," He gasped lowly, "Especially when you're mean—"

"Shut up, Satoru." You whined out.

Satoru suddenly and gently grabbed your neck, squeezing your throat a little. "Fuck, tell me
that again."

You were too caught up in your own pleasure, you hadn't realized where you were. Who you
were about to do.

When abruptly, a knocking on the door behind you made you jump with a scared yelp.

"You two better get out of there now!" An older voice yelled. "And get out of this building!
We're closing!"

Satoru looked at you for a moment, not replied. His eyes were so soft, so full of emotions
you've never seen before, yet so disappointed at the same time.

"W-we'll be right out!" You spoke back hurriedly.

You heard the grumbling of an old man blur out, letting your head fall back into the door you
sighed.

"Fuck. Lets... Let's get going then." Gojo mumbled before pulling away from you.
 chapter five
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ SATORU FELT WEAK.

Angry even. Angry at not only himself, but at what's played through tonight. His heart felt
heavy and his mind felt dazed. Satoru was still intoxicated off the idea of you—-not to
mention, the multiple drinks he's had tonight. He knew he'd remember though, Satoru never
forgets his drunken moments.

The long day has come to an end. Getting Suguru out of the Karaoke joint was hell, but he
somehow managed. After Satoru called a cab for you three, you two parted ways with
awkward smiles—-Suguru was too drunk to even say goodbye. A part of him felt a little
disappointed—-he was so close to taking you. To having you.

Maybe the universe truly didn't want you and Satoru to do such things. Maybe fate had other
plans. However, Satoru pushed every ounce of the blame onto the elderly man who
interrupted you two. Satoru's feelings for you surpassed fate, he knew that much.

"Old people are the worst." Satoru sighed, closing his eyes for a long moment before opening
them dreadfully.

He was caught up in nothing more than his mind, all with his back laying flat on his bed, and
his eyes glued to his poster tattered ceiling.

Why did he like you?

He kept asking himself the question internally, over and over, and Satoru knew deep down he
wouldn't get an answer.

Because even he didn't know exactly why. But he knew he just did. Perhaps he liked seeing
your face contour in embarrassment whenever he picked on you. He liked the scent of your
shampoo—-your candy-like perfume, too. Satoru, above all though, was obsessed with your
body. The simple sway of your hips, your peachy smile—-which he glimpsed rarely. His
favorite thing about you was undoubtedly your chest.

The feelings were already there, never to leave. And Gojo abhorred this more than anything,
the feeling not being able to understand one simple thing.
You.

Oh, how wrong it felt too.

To know that his best friend loved you deeply, made the feeling all the more intoxicating.

He closed his eyes tightly, a soft sigh emitting from his pink lips.

He wanted you.

He needed you.

And before he knew it, his hand was slipped into the waistband of his sweats.

He propped himself up on one shoulder, hissing softly as his hand that groped his shaft began
to slowly move in the confines of his grey sweats. His eyes were low, his cheeks flushed.

Gojo Satoru was supposed to be the strongest.

"Shit, Y-Y/n..."

And yet you made him feel so utterly weak.

-•-

the next day

SATORU HAD COME TO THE conclusion that he was obsessed, and nothing could be done
about it. He had no intentions of treating you differently as it felt like his stomach was a
knotted mess, tangled with unspecified feelings.

He thought of you before he slept. When he showered. Before and after classes.

Even he was starting to realize this wasn't healthy, that his roaming thoughts were becoming
more possessive each day.

And he couldn't accept it. He didn't want to be in love with you, but you were just so...

You were everything Gojo could ever want.

It only messed with his mind more knowing that the only reason you were in his life was
because of his best friend, Geto Suguru, who has been waiting for years to confess to you.

The only reason Gojo was even at this school was for Geto.

Yet here he was, infatuated with the same girl.

He walked down the empty halls, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he whistled lightly. It
was lunchtime, everyone was in the dining hall, though he was somewhat hoping to run into
you. If not, Gojo would just mindlessly roam campus. He wasn't hungry.
He had earlier gotten a message from Suguru explaining that you'd all meet at Suguru's car
before attempting to steal those documents.

He found it hard to focus on the heist right now. Not after last night.

Gojo stopped humming the moment he turned the corner of the hall. His heart dropped in his
chest, though despite such an odd feeling within, a small smirk tugged onto the corners of his
lips.

There you were. Holding a note before zipping up your school bag. You hadn't yet noticed
him, which was good. Maybe he'd scare you, or piss you off somehow.

Why?

Everyone seemed to have their own guilty pleasure. His was getting on your nerves. Gojo
liked teasing you.

The moment you heard another pair of footsteps in the hall, you turned in his direction, eyes
catching Gojo cockily walking down the hall.

He was met with your smile.

Which made his own drop.

"Satoru!" You called out, killing the distance between you two by running over to him, "Hey,
want to get lunch with me after I drop this note off—-"

Gojo had suddenly extended one of his long legs to trip you, cutting off your words
completely. His actions caused you to fall flat on your ass, to which he only snickered.

"What's up, Bitch-Chan?" He gave you a fake pout. "Awh. Did you fall? Need a hand,
Gorgeous?"

You looked up at Satoru with a bitter, shocked expression. "What the hell is wrong with
you?"

The note you held slipped from your hands, Gojo took a quick glance at it and noticed a few
doodles---hearts on the envelope.

A love letter? His interest was piqued.

His eyebrows narrowed. The tall male looked back at you, with both a lovestruck expression,
and utterly confused eyes.

He crouched down to pick it up, but you were sharp to roughly slap away his hand before
quickly getting up and snatching the note. "Who's that for?"

"None of your business," You scowled, "So fuck off, Asshole." You whispered under your
breath before striding past him with a scoff.
Gojo was... Puzzled. Mainly about the note-—not to mention your crude response.

He turned, watching you stomp down the hall. A small frown came to his face.

"You're so sensitive!" He yelled at your back. "I'm sorry, okay?!"

-●-

You were infuriated.

"How dare he treat me so cruelly after confessing his bitch ass feelings," You whispered
under your breath. "After last night? After he called me his dream woman?"

You were so hurt, bewildered, yet confused with anger in this very moment that you
dismissed everything around you. The audacity he had never failed to astonish you, leaving
you to rethink your every choice.

"Yeah well fuck you too, Shitoru." You stopped in the middle of the hallway, your hand that
held the small piece of paper tightened, ruining the pretty note. Your hands trembled, and
your chest heaved up and down quickly.

Until you suddenly stopped.

"... It's not like I'm in love with him or anything." You mumbled before throwing the note in
the nearest garbage can.

Before you left the small trash can, you couldn't help but gaze down at it, your eyes not
wavering.

You wanted nothing more than to irk him. So bad to the point where he'd scream, maybe even
cry. You knew that would never happen, not to the point of tears.

Though you did know how to piss him off—-even if it was only a little.

"So... Two can play this game." You declared, clenching your fists.

All before entering the janitor's closet closest to you.

The sound of the door softly sliding open caught his attention. You shut it behind you,
keeping your eyes stuck to the floor.

"You messaged me?" A low voice hummed, his gaze glued to his phone as you entered the
closet, hesitantly stepping inside. You locked the door behind you. "Is there a specific reason
why we needed to meet here?"

Geto Suguru.
He was your ticket through this all.

"Yes." You answered without hesitation. "There is. And it's important, Suguru."

Suguru glanced at you from his phone, his brows raising. His hair was thrown into a small
bun, his expression unbothered. At your words though, amusement flickered across his
features.

"Go on." He hummed, stuffing his phone in his pocket. You swallowed hard, suddenly
growing nervous under the intensity of his gaze. "Does it have something to do with the plan?
Professor Yaga?"

"No... No." You laughed a little. "Im a little disappointed," You mumbled out, pushing past a
broom to step a little closer to Suguru. "You don't remember what you told me last night?"

Geto wasn't like his best friend, Gojo, who had no problem remembering drunk's words,
thoughts, and actions. Geto was clueless, he himself didn't even realize that his loitering love
was now fully in the open due to his drunk confession.

"No," He lowered his sights, meeting your own. You were close—-so dangerously close.
Suguru's jaw tensed as you familiarly glanced at him, the height difference causing you to
look up. "Remind me, Angel. I'm sure I'll remember."

"Its kind of embarrassing." You frowned.

Suguru raised a brow, extending his finger to raise your chin up.

"Dont he shy around me." He grumbled. "Spit it out."

"Well..." You paused, letting one hand extend to draw small circles on his uniform. You
batted your eyelashes, never breaking the intense eye contact you two shared. "I've been
thinking a lot about what you told me last night."

"Which was..?"

You chewed on your bottom lip.

"You... You wanted to take me on a date?"

Geto's heart dropped.

You pushed your body a little closer to his own. His breath hitched at the feeling of your
breast's rubbing against his torso.

"You... Told me everything." You spoke, gazing at him with sensual eyes. Geto's cheeks were
red, his lips were parted, and his mind was dazed. His hand was immediately placed to your
hip, squeezing you tightly.

You grabbed his hand, and pulled it up to your chest, maneuvering it so it clasped your breast.
"I just came to tell you," You gave him a small, cute smile. "That I feel the exact same way."

~•~

Gojo was mistaken. Deeply.

He understood everything as he listened from the hall, gripping the note you once held. He
listened to your confession, and he wasn't even sure it was real.

It sounded like bullshit. His teeth gritted, and his eyes narrowed.

Gojo was desperate--and needed to know if it was a love letter. Digging through some trash
didn't bother him... But what he found did.

Had Satoru known that the letter was a rejection towards Geto...

He would have never teased you earlier.

 Chapter six
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ "I FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY..."

Your movements were slow and delicate, and his gaze was eating away at your composure.
His breath became more ragged by the moment, you could feel his hand grope against your
chest slightly.

However, you could already see the hesitancy sprawled across Suguru's face, with his brows
pinched together and the slight narrow to his eyes.

His gaze never wavered to break eye contact, slowly shifting into something on edge.
"Bullshit."

"Bullshit?" You were quick to respond, squeezing his hand a little before pulling it away from
your chest. Despite it not being there anymore, you still held it gently. "So, you're saying you
don't believe me?"

"Precisely," Geto mumbled. "I'd remember if I confessed to you---I know I would."

Geto couldn't believe your sudden confession. He was certain this was some sort of joke---
had the tables turned? Was Satoru in on this? It killed him not knowing your intentions.

As your own mind was racing, roaming with the idea of finally pissing off Satoru, you
stopped for a small moment, just to ask yourself.

How far am I going to take this?

You chewed on your bottom lip, silence overcame the two of you, even so, neither of you let
go of one other's hand. There was an odd sense of comfort laced in the gesture. It was
reassuring.

Just a kiss.

You confirmed to yourself.

That should be enough to satisfy the sudden urge for retaliation. Geto would be sure to tell
his best friend about this.
"High school..." You spoke up, "You said you've been in love with me since high school."

His breath hitched, and those once indifferent eyes seemed to widen ever so slightly. "Y-You
said you even came here just to get closer to me. To finally have your chance."

Your eyes narrowed as you two looked at each other. Suguru's-open with pure shock, utter
shock, but undeniable truth. And your own, filled with reluctance, and maybe even a sense of
loitering need.

You needed him to accept this.

Because if he didn't... The failure of it all would be too much. Getting rejected by the same
boy who you intended to deny?

Your pride would shrivel away with your shame.

"So just take the chance, D-Damnit!"

Your sudden scream died down into heavy pants. Your face dropped, an expression of
uncertainty covered by the shadows of the blinds in the tiny closet.

One step. You took a single step back after a moment.

You failed. Your stupid plan to get Satoru's irked attention was a no-go. So just leave. Get
out. Go. You mentally divulged to yourself.

Before you could turn around though, Geto tugged your hand and closed the distance
between you two once again. Your bodies were flushed, your chest against his. He swiftly
reached out to grab your cheek, directing your face up to see him, and only him.

"Finally caught on, huh?" He whispered.

Geto looked at you for a moment, the air became thick, and his expression started inching
closer to your own.

Fuck.

This is happening.

Your heart raced; you could feel it beating through your chest. A part of you was worried
even he could hear it. Youve never been as close as you are now. You could see everything.
Emotions spilling from his gaze, they wouldnt stop, and for a reason you failed to
comprehend, it made your heart strings tug.

You could see every small detail catered to his face, it seemed almost too perfect. Too divine.

Geto was actually... Really pretty.

"I was starting to doubt I'd ever get this moment." He said, just loud enough for you to hear.
He was suddenly so close, when had this happened? His eyes were hooded, slowly moving
down to take in the sight of your, pretty, plump lips. "If you'll take me, even after everything
I've done to you, then I'll gladly give you my everything."

Geto's voice was severe.

"If I betray you... Y/n, your feelings, then you can kill me."

It was in an instant, his lips crashed into your own, and unlike your intentions, everything
seemed so real. Everything was moving so fast, the rush in your stomach, his hands that slid
down to grab your waist and flush your body impossibly closer.

You raised your own to wrap around his neck, accepting his everything. It was your way of
saying---take me instead, Suguru.

He slipped his tongue into the connection and whined softly. Pure honey. His soft gasps were
nothing short of sweet---he tasted sweet even.

Geto's hands moved up, beginning to remove your blazer. Just for a moment, he pulled away
from the kiss to press his forehead against your own, "Is this okay? Can I keep touching you--
"

"Shut up and hurry." You whispered, catching him into yet another kiss. "We'll get caught if
we're not quick." Your school jacket was on the ground at this point, and you began to hastily
unbutton your blouse. Neither of you knew what you had planned, only the roaming idea of
each other. Your body. His body.

What the hell are you doing, Y/n? You internally questioned yourself before dropping to your
knees before Geto.

You were torn, your moral compass clashed with your undeniable want for Geto. He was just
too warm, his words too soft, his touch---tempting.

You looked up at him, your eyes full of appetite. He leaned against a cleaning shelf, gripping
the edges nervously. You could already see the strain in his pants. "Promise you'll be silent?"
You smiled stupidly, raising your index finger to ghost over your lips.

Geto chewed on his bottom lip before giving you a slight nod. At that very moment, you
knew there was no going back---but oddly enough, even with your mind drowning in
confusion---you wanted Geto more than anything in this moment.

You didn't want to go back.

Your hands found their way hooking onto his pants before tugging them down, leaving him in
only his boxers. Its too much for Geto, your face is so close to his covered cock. He felt like
he was to pass out from pure bliss any moment now—-and in such a moment, he found it
hard to recall how many times he'd thought of doing this exact thing with you.

How many times he's touched himself to the thought.

You gently palmed his member through the thin fabric, and softly massaged it. A sharp gasp
emitted from Geto's lips before he pushed his hips into your touch a little.

"So big," You mumbled to yourself. "You're gonna have to come over sometime..."

"And do what?"

You smirked, easily pulling his cock from his boxers.

While never breaking eye contact, you took just his tip in your mouth to naturally to lubricate
his dick, swirling your tongue around his head a little all before pulling away. Geto let out a
heavy sigh when you pulled away. You were messing with him, and it drove him to near
insanity.

He was already a mess.

"Oh... I don't know," You mewled out, stroking him slowly. "Maybe we could watch a
movie?" You took him back into your mouth, moving a hand up to clasp his thigh for
steadiness.

Geto whined softly as you did so. He grabbed a fistful of your hair but didn't dare move you.
As your head bobbed back and forth, his tiny whines and heavy panting got louder.

You pulled away, once more. This time a trail of saliva followed, connecting from your lips
to his cock.

"And... Maybe we could also mess around."

Geto messily smirked down at you a little. "Be more specific, Babe."

You began to jerk him off with your free hand vastly, Geto's eyes went wide, and he swore
his legs turned into jello.

"We could have a sleepover..." You whispered. "We could fuck all night."

Geto moaned loudly at your words. He had to look away from your face for a moment, or
else he'd surely cum---he wasn't ready for this to end yet.

You took him back in your mouth this time and didn't plan to stop until he was a moaning,
sensitive mess. Geto finally got the courage to look down at you, his lips parted and cheeks
pink.

"Fuck... Id love that." He managed to stutter out. "I need you, Y/n. I need you so bad." His
desperate pleas were nothing short of motivation for you. You tried to take him deeper in
your mouth but gagged a little at his size.

You let one hand clasp the base of his shaft as you began to both suck and jerk him off---only
on the length you couldn't take in your mouth. Gazing up at Geto as you did this all, you
could tell he was close with the way his chest heaved up and down.
So quick to cum.

He must really like me.

His grip on your hair suddenly tightened. He threw his head back as a near pornographic
moan escaped his lips. Geto forced you to take his full length, pushing you to deepthroat his
cock, your nose pressed against his pelvis as it became hard to breath.

Within seconds, his cum spurted inside your mouth. Your eyes went wide, but you didn't
oppose to his rough grip. You closed your eyes and took all he had to offer.

Geto let a few low moans leave his lips as he thrusted into your mouth a couple more times
before letting go of you. "Shit, shit..."

Pulling away from his cock, you opened your mouth to show him his cum that was spread
across your tongue. Geto sighed in exhaustion as he gazed at the sight before him, his eyes
heavy with desire. "Don't make me hard again, I'll have to go home and reschedule our plans
if you do."

You giggled before swallowing his cum. Standing up from the floor, you began to button up
your blouse. "Whys that?"

Geto pulled up his pants to cover himself, "We have the next few classes together... Even
looking at you would make me ache."

You smiled at his words before shaking your head, "You're so cute, Geto."

"Shut up." He glared at you, running his hands over his pants to get the crinkles out.

"Something you can't do." You smiled picking your blazer off the ground. Geto shoved his
hands in his pockets as he noticed how your skirt lifted a little.

"What are you implying, L/n?"

"Oh, just how you moan in a really cute way---"

Your words were cut short by a small slap to your ass. You quickly turned around and
scowled at him, to which Geto only gave you a shit eating grin.

"It's not gonna be like that next time," He softly spoke, his expression falling into something
lustful, "Next time, you'll be on the receiver's end."

"You think so?" You glared, putting on your blazer. "If I even let you have a next time."

The bell suddenly rang making you both pique up. You groaned in annoyance as your
expression began to fill with dread. Geto suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you close
once again.

He leaned down, his mouth to your ear, and whispered.

"You've already promised me a sleepover, L/n." He laughed a little, "I plan to make you cum
so hard you won't know anything other than my name."

Your stomach dropped, and all the feelings you were putting on as an act had turned real.

You could feel your face become warm as you hid it in his chest.

Shit.

"Yeah... Yeah, okay, Suguru." You whispered out before pulling yourself from his grasp.

You turned to leave, but suddenly shifted to look at him one last time. Your gaze sincere.

"I really did have a good time..." You mumbled out, smiling softly. "Thanks for the mouth
full of cum. I'll see you after classes to commence that heist. Your car, right?" You laughed
stupidly, holding up a peace sign before leaving the closet to get to class.

Geto smiled at your stupidity as he looked down at his feet.

"Well fuck." He murmured to himself.

"Now I'm hard again.”

 Chapter seven
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ "I THINK THAT WAS THE HARDEST I'VE EVER CAME IN MY LIFE."

Satoru only gives his best friend a hum of acknowledgment. He kept his gaze glued to his
work on the desk.

"Im telling you, I feel more in love at this point. I think—-"

"You don't have to tell me every little detail, ya know? Like..." Satoru gives his close friend a
pout, his glasses covering both eyes. If they weren't, he knew Suguru would be able to read
him like a novel. "I get it. She sucked you off, and it's the start of your new character."

Geto blows Gojo a raspberry, "You're so lame." He teases. "Haven't been laid in a while or
what?"

Gojo glares at Geto, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, "Shut up. You act like this
wasn't your first time doing anything."

"That makes it all the more beautiful."

"Beautiful my ass."

Geto laughed, putting his attention back on his work. Gojo gives his close friend a side
glance before standing up abruptly, catching Geto's attention.

"Gotta piss." He hummed, sticking out his tongue while holding up a peace sign. Gojo
excuses himself from the lecture, nonchalantly walking out.

He makes his way down the hall, his gaze stuck to the ground.

"I fucked up," He said, shaking his head. "I fucked up real bad—-"

"Fucked up what?"

A sudden voice next to Gojo made him stop in his tracks. Gojo's gaze inched over to where it
came from...
Only to land on you, who was filling up your water bottle at the fountain.

"Oh..." He said.

"Oh?" You laughed awkwardly.

Gojo's posture straightened before he took two steps closer to you. You didn't move an inch,
only directing your stare up due to the height difference.

"I know what games you're playing, L/n, and they're not enjoyable."

"Games?" You laughed, pulling away from the fountain. "Oh, baby. This isn't even the intro
scene. Maybe you should get your feelings in check, and stop messing with mine."

Gojo glared at you, you snorted before turning away from him. "Peace! Good luck with your
upcoming battles in this so-called game. I'm sure they'll be... Tough to get through."

~~•~~

after classes ended.

THERE WAS AN UNCERTAINTY gusting through the wind, throwing you off guard
utterly. You were certain something about Satoru was off, and that your charade had worked.
With the encounter you two had earlier, you were nearly sure of it.

"Are you ready, Doll?" Suguru hummed, glancing down at his phone, and then briefly
towards you. You stood close beside him, glancing up at him with a small smile.

"Im ready."

Suguru began walking towards the lecture hall, quickly shoving his phone into his pockets.
"Satoru will go with you. Just to keep an eye out—-in case somebody shows up." You three
reached the large push doors to the building, Suguru leaning on one of the doors to hold it
open for you. All with a small smile.

"And what about you?" You mindlessly asked, walking inside alongside Satoru. "What's your
position in this act?"

"Im here to observe. Maybe help out with the cameras."

"What?" You coldly mumbled, turning to glare at him. For a small moment—-you seemingly
let go of the sweet, love-sick act. Only for a brief moment that is—-swiftly covering it up
with a pout. "That's not fair. So what? You're just going to sit back and do nothing?"

"Life isn't fair." He cooed, smiling smugly. "You'll live though. And maybe... If you do good
a job, we can have that sleepover—-"
You'd hadn't a single moment to reply, nor fully comprehend what Suguru was saying, before
Satoru roughly grabbed your wrist. He began tugging you down the hall, straight to where
Professor Yaga's office was.

You could only glare at him as he hauled you off, the sounds of the door from down the hall
clinking shut indicating Suguru had left without question. Everything started to feel a little
more tense—a little more real.

Satoru's vehemence was confusing you.

How much had Suguru told him? You were starting to wonder. Though you still couldn't
deny the slight amusement his annoyed expression brought you.

It was close to that of a guilty pleasure.

"So," He mumbled, still walking down the hall—-never to break the tight grip he had on your
wrist. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"What?" You mumbled, eyeing what you could see of his expression in a confused manner.
"Enjoy doing what exactly?"

Your response only irked the boy further, his jaw visibly tensing and his grip tightening.
Satoru suddenly stopped walking, though refused to let go of your wrist.

"Truly," He grumbled, leaning down so he could be on par with your expression. You
swallowed hard, reciprocating the gaze. "It's truly amusing how fucking dumb you present
yourself to be."

His words only made your breath hitch, your eyes widen.

You had no intentions of confessing your dirty secrets to Satoru though. Not when you were
getting exactly what you wanted, and more.

To see Gojo Satoru angry was a blessing in itself.

But to see him jealous?

You felt as if you were in the clouds at this point. Infatuated with the idea of getting reactions
out of the snow-haired male.

"Ouch." You huffed out, still upholding the clueless act. "Seriously Satoru. What. Is. Your.
Deal?"

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his brows pinched together.

"My deal?" He let go of you swiftly, hesitantly pulling his complexion away from your own.
"My deal is that you're acting like a bitch. And it's throwing me off."

"Wowww." You mumbled, following him close behind as you two trailed deeper into the hall.
"Rich coming from someone like you. There is no way you just called me a bitch."
"Welp," He stopped once more, eyes slowly flickering over to land on the large wooden door
before you both. "Get used to it, Bitch-chan. Because I have no intentions of stopping—-"

Satoru's voice had drowned down into a pained whine the moment you stubbed your foot
directly into his shin. He never failed to annoy you, and right now was no different.

"Damnit, Y/n," Satoru hissed, clasping his ankle delicately to try and process the sting of the
kick. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What the hell is wrong-—"

In a matter of moments, your voice had utterly died down into nothing more than a croak.
Down the long hallway both you and Satoru stood, specifically in front of Professor Yaga's
office, voices suddenly invaded your senses.

Satoru was the first to react, quickly grabbing you by the hips to force you inside the office.
He was fast, fast to swing open the office door and slam inside it carelessly before he kicked
it shut with the heel of his foot. Before you knew it, your breath was knocked free from your
lungs, and you were lying on the floor with a heavy weight on top of you.

You groaned, slowly trying to shift beneath the piercing weight, but there was no budge. Your
wrists felt pinned to the floor too—-and so when you opened your eyes, met with the sight of
Satoru hovering and pinning you over, you couldn't help but wither away in the silence.

What had happened?

When did it happen?

And why was Satoru pinning you to the ground?

The silence that crept up behind you both, attacking at a moment you had never foreseen,
mixed alongside the questions that wouldn't stop clouding your judgment. You were inside
Yaga's office now, though you weren't certain if Satoru was supposed to accompany you for
this part.

The sudden closeness made your every bone ache, maybe even scream. Looking at Satoru
with wide, doe-like eyes was all you could possibly manage.

He seemed contemptuous with the idea of simply gawking at one another, because it's all he
did too. Low eyes with his brows pinched together, he almost looked conflicted. Conflicted
against the idea of being so close to you. His eyes traveled, the breadth of blue hues soaking
in your every small feature. From the color of your eyes, to the way you style your hair.

It was the first time in a while Gojo Satoru really looked at you.

"Uhm..." You shifted slightly beneath the feeling of his hips pinning your own down, his
hands holding your wrists above your head. You were starting to question if he truly fell on
you, or if it was an act to get close. "You can... You can get off me now."
He stayed silent, and you easily caught how his eyes glanced down towards your lips. The
small flicker in his sights made you swallow hard, your body tense up lightly.

"Y/n," He leaned down, pressing his mouth against the crown of your ear. "Do you know
how much I hate you?"

He pulled away to look at you, how you reacted. His actions collided with his words, as his
hips slowly pressed into your own. Your breath hitched, a small gasp leaving your lips at the
feeling of his hard-on pressing against the warmth in between your thighs.

You swallowed hard, opening your legs just lightly. You paid no mind to what you were
doing—-how your body was reacting.

You could only focus on his eyes.

And how they refused to look away from yours similarly.

"H-How much?" You lowly whispered, never daring to break the intense eye contact. Your
mind had blurred out into nothingness, and it nearly felt like you were staring at the same
Satoru from Kaorkoe. "How much do you really hate me, Satoru?"

He did it against, slowly and steadily pressing his aching bulge against the slit of your
panties. You knew you should've worn tights today—-because you felt him entirely.

"I hate you..." He leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck. "More than I hate myself."

"You hate yourself?" You playfully asked, easing the tension just a little. "I totally thought
your ego was in the clouds."

You felt him sigh shakily against the sensitive skin of your neck, and you couldn't help but
shiver at the warmth that trickled down. He hesitantly let go of your wrists, though was yet to
heave away from hovering above you.

"You'd be surprised." He mumbled. "A thank you would be nice right about now."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Satoru slowly pulled away from you. He stood up
from the ground, glancing around the neat and towering office with curiosity.

"For?" You continued staring at the ceiling.

"For always saving your ass." He sighed. "What would you do without me?"

You stayed silent, never looking away from the ceiling.

You hadn't the energy to reply to his snarky comments.

"Get up." He mumbled, barely glancing at you—-who was still lying on the ground. "Look at
you." His smugness was slowly starting to appear once again. "You look like you're groveling
for a piece of me."
"Groveling?" You scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows lightly. You, just like Satoru,
started glancing around the office. It was nice, rich dark wood lining every inch of the space
alongside fulfilling, tall bookshelves carrying papers filled with knowledge. "You're
delusional, Satoru."

You both trailed off, consumed in the spacious area. "So," You droned, slowly pulling
yourself up to your feet—-even lightly dusting off your skirt. "What business do you two
have with Mr. Fushiguro again?"

"Business a girl like you wouldn't understand."

It felt pointless trying to pry at whatever problems were brewing, though you knew you
shouldn't get too involved.

"Whatever." You grumbled, slowly inching closer to Yaga's large oak desk. "Let's just get the
papers and go."

"Rodger that, Baby."

Ignoring his antics and stupid pet names, you made your way to the inner parts of Yaga's
desk. You opened the first drawer, glancing through it and then moving on to the next.

It wasn't long until Satoru appeared right next to you, also scrambling through drawers to find
what he needed.

Anything related to Mr. Fushiguro.

You traced your index finger over the old wood, leaning down to open the very bottom
drawer. Once you tugged it open, your eyes brightened.

You found name files—-quite a few at that. Though, you weren't certain if it was what you
were looking for. You started looking through them, glancing at the titles and moving on.

"Hey," You spoke lowly. "Shitface. Come look at this."

Satoru piqued up at your words, swiftly moving over to push you out of the way. You got
nudged over, your eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Got it." Satoru mumbled in a matter of moments, quickly grabbing a few papers. You tried
to glance at them—-noticing Satoru had grabbed a file for a girl you had never seen,
alongside Mr. Fushiguros. You noticed she had dark hair, braids—-

Just as you leaned over to get a better glimpse, Satoru harshly shut the drawer causing you to
jump. There was an odd sense of irritation floating through the atmosphere, though you knew
with certainty it wasn't because of you. "Back off." He warned, still glancing through the
papers with a dead serious expression.

Satoru looked utterly disgusted whilst glancing through the documents.

As if the bitterness dripping from his complexion was due to Mr. Fushiguro.
Now your curiosity was through the roof—-though you remained on the floor, still
mindlessly glancing through Yaga's belongings. You trailed off, your sights moving down to
one of the other drawers you had opened.

"Hey, so..." You paused, biting on your bottom lip as you prepared yourself to carry on. You
gripped the handle of the drawer a little tighter, all before slowly closing it. "Can I take a
look, too—-?"

You glanced up, your voice suddenly dying down.

Satoru was gone.

It almost felt as if he disappeared.

Quickly, you shot up from crouching to glance around to room. He was still nowhere to be
found.

"That Fucker..." You chewed on your bottom lip, hard at that. Had he really just left you
here? Even worse, when you weren't paying attention? Annoyance bubbled low in your gut,
though all you found yourself doing was lowly scoffing to yourself.

A part of you wanted to be surprised, though for Satoru to do something like this didn't seem
unlikely. The best thing you could do was catch up with him, maybe get a few glances at the
documents, if you can.

Though...

Fate seemed to be against you.

As the moment you decided to make your way over to the door, the knob suddenly started to
slowly turn.

Indicating someone was on the other side.

Someone on the other side—-who was about to come in.

You were swift with your movements, quickly scrambling over to hide beneath the desk. You
placed both palms over your mouth, desperately trying to calm your breathing as the door
clicked open further.

Everything felt hot, and out of nowhere, small droplets of sweat formed on the temple of your
head. Shit. You hoped it was Satoru—-maybe even Suguru.

Such hopes were immediately shot down the very moment you heard the person speak.

"Pain in the ass..." Yaga grumbled to himself, locking his door behind him.

You remained utterly still beneath the desk, even going so far as to harshly shut your eyes.
You wanted to block it all out—-because it felt as if you were inching closer and closer to
your inevitable fate of being caught.
How did it end up like this? Maybe this was the plan from the start—-getting the documents
and then having you take the blame for the whole operation.

Heat began swirling in your chest, and more than anything, you wanted it gone. You wanted
to be gone.

The moment you opened your eyes, you immediately regretted it.

You were met with the confused, yet stoic, sights Principal Yaga held beneath his glasses.
"L/n?"

And within moments, his face flushed red.

Not in embarrassment.

In irritation.

You sighed to yourself, already knowing the punishment for this would be intense. Perhaps
you'd even get expelled. Blood drummed thick in your ears, and despite the degrading look
Yaga was giving you—-you weren't angry over getting caught.

You were straight-up outraged that he, Gojo Satoru, abandoned you—-leaving you to take all
the blame.

"Satoru was with me too." You confessed straight away, all with a guilty expression.

If you were going down...

Then, without a sliver of doubt, Satoru was coming with you.

To the point of suffocation, you'd write your hate for Gojo physically over and over again,
you'd even do it until the tips of your fingers bled if you had to. Though, deep down you
knew your point would never get across. You'd chant it a million times over. You'd even go as
far to publicly show it.

More than anything.

You truly hated Gojo Satoru from the bottom of your heart.
 chapter eight
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ TWO DAYS HAD SINCE passed from the incident, leading you to now. You were
laying on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. School was over, and you were
just glad to finally be able to rest.

You refused to think too much about Satoru. You assumed he was really only messing with
you, especially your feelings. The drunken, sensual moment you two shared at Karaoke
must've been some sick plan of his to get under your skin. Not to mention, him leaving you to
take all the blame for stealing Yaga's documents.

Though, you both seemed decently lucky, as he let you two off easy this time, somewhat. You
remember the scene perfectly, and how angry the older man looked.

Satoru sat right beside you, an annoyed and even bothered look plastered straight across that
smug face. He seemed nonchalant, with his legs spread and his eyes low.

"Are you two going to tell me why?"

"Why what?" Satoru mumbled, averting his gaze. "I did nothing."

"Liar!" You hissed next to him. "You wanted Mr—-"

Before you had a moment more to react, Satoru had slapped his palm over your mouth,
utterly silencing you.

He glared at you—-and nothing like the times before. This time seemed different. Serious.
Satoru hadn't room to lie, not with you sitting next to him right now.

"You want the truth?" Satoru turned back to Yaga, a conflicted look across his face. "We were
looking for midterm answers."

Of course, letting Satoru's stupid last-minute excuse play through landed you both four
months of detention. Yaga originally gave you two, though with a snarky remark from both
of you, he added two more months.
The mere idea of detention in college made your brows knit, though among the students on
campus, it was a popular form of punishment. It was simple, easy, and Yaga never liked
expelling students over simple mistakes.

In total, the damages for stealing the documents is four months detention. With Gojo.

You scoffed even recalling the boy. Though, you couldn't help but feel somewhat boastful
over a few things—-randomly giving his best friend, Suguru, head in a classroom that is.

Whatever. It was hot, you couldn't feel too ashamed about fooling around. Suguru was never
one to... Relentlessly tease you like Satoru, too.

You shrugged it off, knowing you'd entertain him some more—-both out of pure boredom,
and wishing to tick Satoru off in some way.

A sudden text came in through your phone, catching your attention.

It was Geto, who got your number relatively recently.

The text reads...

Geto Suguru
Wanna come over?

No. To be truthful, you really did not want to. You had classes tomorrow, and staying with
Geto meant staying up all night. You sighed, looking at your phone before your thumbs
began to run across the screen.

Y/n L/n
No, If you want my honesty. What would we do anyways?

Geto seems to take a moment replying before a new text was sent in.

Geto Suguru
Whatever you want

Me and Gojo are playing some old board games rn, but I can tell him to dip if you want

Your eyes seem to glimmer at the idea. Getting Satoru to leave, but by your word? It seemed
you had a lot more control over Geto than you thought.
You could totally tug Gojo'a strings while actively romancing Geto.

This was a blessing in disguise.

Y/n L/n
I'll be over in a bit. ;)

Don't tell Satoru to leave. He can stay, I'm not that mean.

•~•

°˖➴ PARKING YOUR CAR IN Geto's driveway, you couldn't help but eye his garage. He
said that's where he and Satoru would be waiting for you.

You were moments away from meeting Gojo's scrutinizing gaze, having to wither away
below it as Geto's attention would, too, be on you. God.

You sunk even deeper into your car seat, somewhat regretting the boldness behind your text.
Satoru doesn't have to leave.

You had not even one backup plan the moment you sent that, only aiming to get under Gojo's
skin is what fueled you.

With one last heavy sigh, you jumped out of your car and began making your way to his
garage.

Would Gojo even say anything to you?

You were certain he knew about you and Geto, and you were also certain that he remembered
his drunken confession.

God, it was killing you not understanding anything. Not knowing what to expect.

Hesitantly grabbing the handle to the garage, you pulled it open.

"Speak of the devil." Satoru hummed, annoyed, as he watched you open the garage door.

"Of course, one of your favorite things to do. Gossip about me---" Halfway through your
sentence, you felt a strong pair of hands pull you in for a hug from the behind.

Of course. It was Geto.

That was confirmed when he pressed his mouth to your ear from the behind, whispering.
"There's my girl."

Your breath hitched. "Geto..." You gently nudged out of his grasp with a nervous smile.
"There... you are."

Geto gave you a shit-eating grin, holding two beers in hand as he shut the garage door for
you, then walking past you to plop down next to Satoru.
"You took your sweet time getting here."

"Got caught up in traffic... Sorry about that." You didn't. You took your sweet time getting
ready.

"Traffic my ass."

As you made your way over to them, you just barely caught Gojo's scoff. "What was that,
Shitoru? Did you say something?"

"Desperate to know?" He lent you a lazy glance, sighing nonchalantly. "Sounds about right.
Always chasing what she cant get."

Your eyes narrowed as you reached the couch. Geto's gaze was stuck on the TV, mindlessly
playing a game. He didn't even notice you plop down next to him.

Your eyes met Satoru's from across Geto, and in that moment, it felt as if it were only the two
of you looking at each other.

You could only comprehend just then how much you hated him, really, really hated him. How
much he pushed you to limits you didn't even know you had.

Never once breaking eye contact, you put your hand on Geto's thigh, tracing small circles to
his skin. His attention was caught, and he could only stare at you in awe.

"I do get some things, Satoru." You smiled sheepishly, leaning in to press a simple, delicate
kiss to Geto's lips. Geto received it without a second thought, melting desperately at your
touch. "Somehow managed to catch Geto's attention, so I must be doing something right."

The moment you pulled away, Suguru followed your lips a little, hoping to get more than you
gave him.

Gojo scoffed, turning his attention away from the scene. "You two are disgusting."

"Thats a lonely thing to say." You countered.

"Yeah, Man... What's so weird about kissing?" Geto mumbled, frowning, before grabbing
your waist and pulling you a little closer.

"Yeah, Satoru." You rubbed it even more in his face. "Are you jealous or something?"

"Jealous?" Geto cut in with an amused smile.

Satoru sent you two both a look of annoyance. "Shut up! Both of you. Third Wheeling isn't
fun."

Geto laughed a little. "Oh, right. For sure."

You sunk deeper into your position with a smile. This was good. You had Geto wrapped
around your finger while actively getting to piss off Satoru--oh, you could practically taste
the venom spilling from his lips.

Was this bliss? Heaven?

"Suguru..." You turned to Geto, making sure to use his late name to catch his attention.
"Where is your bathroom? I have to use it."

"Oh... Go in through the house door, down the hallway, first door to the left."

You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before standing up.

"I'll be right back."

~•~

°˖➴ AFTER quickly washing your hands, you opened the door with a soft rhythmic hum to a
random song stuck in your head.

You froze in your tracks though.

Your eyes went wide, and the scene in front of you sent your mind racing.

You were immediately met with Satoru leaning on the other side of the hall. He was waiting
for you.

Your heart dropped, skipped a beat, maybe even another one on top of that.

You turned to walk away from him, but he was quick to grab your wrist, tugging you back to
the wall as he caged you in with both arms.

"And I thought I was the mean one." He told you, eyeing your nervous expression. "What's
wrong, Y/n? Can't handle confrontation..? Too bad."

"Confrontation? What the hell are you talking about, Satoru—-"

"Dont make me laugh." He hissed, cutting you off. "Mess around with me, but toy with my
best friend's feelings? That's crossing a line even I wouldn't. "

"Toy with his feelings? What..." You hissed. "Are you crazy? Fuck—-deranged?" Play dumb.
Play dumb. Play dumb.

Gojo looked at you for a moment, his eyes going hooded a little. "Maybe I am." He told you,
not a bit of hesitation behind his tone. "What are you going to do about that? Continue being
in a relationship just to spite me?"

You sunk beneath his piercing gaze, swallowing the lump in your throat.
"You're actually so fucking stupid." You mumbled, trying to wiggle out of the cage he'd put
you in. "I actually like him, so stop acting like I'm using him—-"

"No, you don't." Satoru cut you off, never breaking eye contact. "Forgetting about
something?" Satoru asked, easily fishing your rejection letter to Geto out of his pocket. "You
don't want this to go public, do you?"

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Shit. You were really caught. And even worse, by Gojo.

With that note, he could ruin everything. Far beyond just the relationship. Your whole
reputation.

You would be crowned mean girl, probably an even worse title. You could only imagine the
stares of disgust you'd receive if this got out, the scoffs, and the awful whispers.

This was bad.

You were in deep.

You suddenly turned your head to the side, a laugh of disbelief drawing from your lips.

"God. You're going to show him the note?" You tried to say nonchalantly, but it was hard to
hide the anxiety. "D-Do it. I don't even care."

Satoru looked down at you.

And he suddenly broke out into a smile.

He shoved the note back in his pocket, leaning down even closer to press his lips against your
ear. "Dont worry, Princess." He spoke, as if he wasn't just threatening your reputation. "Your
secret is safe with me."

Satoru suddenly pulled away, and you felt like you could actually breathe. You relaxed, your
shoulders loosening. "I hate you."

"Oh? Are you sure about that?" Satoru perked up at your scoff. "Is that why you're doing this,
Y/n? Just because you hate me? Funny."

"Yes, Satoru! I hate you!" You snapped. "I've always hated you! You're stupid smirk, your
tone, your everything! You're the dense one to think I'm doing this because..." You took a step
closer to him, even placing your index finger on his chest in defiance, however your words
trailed off into silence as you met his own gaze.

"... Because you like me?"

Satoru leaned down, suddenly grabbing your face to direct it to look at him. "Spite is a strong
thing, but a girl who's never experienced the true touch of another? Oh, that's far more
alarming."
"Satoru—-"

He let his lips brush against your own, his body flushing against yours. You could feel his
everything, the height difference making him bend slightly to be on par with you.

"You wanted me at karaoke?" Satoru whispered out. "What changed?"

You tried to push yourself farther away from him, but were met with a wall. "You. You
changed." You mumbled out. "You and your stupid, bipolar personality. You started treating
me like nothing even happened. That's fucked."

Satoru could feel the warmth of your breath across his face, he could only shudder. "Am I too
much to handle?" Satoru laughed. "Just... kiss me if you accept my apology."

You hesitated.

"You never apologized."

"Im sorry, Y/n—-"

Satoru was cut off by you pressing your lips to his, his hands instantly moving down to hold
your hips. He pushed you deeper into the wall, melting even more into your shared
connection. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you could feel his boner pressing directly
against your upper stomach.

Satoru pulled away for a mere moment, "Im sorry." He whispered, pressing his lips to yours
once again. "Im so fucking sorry." He did it again.

Satoru hoisted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as you whined softly in the kiss.
With one arm secured around your waist, he let another ride up to grope your breasts,
fondlingly you in a teasing manner.

"Not here—-Suguru, he'll hear." You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead on his
own. "We can't. We shouldn't be doing this—-"

Satoru shut you up with his hand.

He never broke eye contact with you, his chest heaving up and down in a needy manner.

"Dont say another word. Don't make a sound. Not even a whine." Satoru warned, pulling his
hand from your mouth.

And without another word, he carried you into the nearby bathroom, sitting you on the sink
before shutting the door behind him.
 Chapter nine
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ THE MOMENT SATORU hoisted you up on the counter, he closed the distance between
you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss once more.

You didn't once think about how horrible this was, how much shit you've really gotten
yourself into.

There was no spoken words between you and Suguru that you two could even be considered
dating, but even so, it still dawned on you how... Crude you were playing.

You weren't any Angel though, and never deemed yourself one.

You were just as twisted as your supposed bullies, maybe even worse.

"Gojo..." You gasped out, moving your hands to tangle in his snow-white hair. "We really...
Cant."

"Why not?" He muttered, moving down to litter your neck with hot, wet kisses, his grip on
your thighs never faltered.

"I'll regret this---you will, too."

"I'm not feeling an ounce of regret. And you accepted my apology with that kiss, no going
back now."

You hesitated. "But Suguru."

At your words, you could feel Gojo stop. His warm breath still fanned against your neck, you
shivered at the closeness.

There was an unspoken understanding between you two of Suguru.

And for a small moment, the sexual tension was gone.

Gojo's hands still held your thighs, rubbing your skin softly. "What about Suguru?"
"What about him?" You mumbled in disbelief, mimicking Satoru's words. "You're really okay
with betraying him like this?"

Gojo pulled away from your neck to look at you directly in the eyes.

He pulled his glasses from his face, his demeanor shifting into something serious.

"I'm not betraying him." Gojo told you bluntly. "You wouldn't get it. Don't act like the good
girl in this situation, Y/n. This whole mess started because of you."

Gojo leaned in a little closer, his eyes dropping into something confused, your breath hitched
a little as he suddenly got closer than before.

"You can't have both of us." He whispered.

He was right. And you knew that from the night of karaoke. You had picked Satoru, the note
was even to confirm, but...

Suguru was starting to grow on you just a little.

Not enough to stop your whole charade though.

You just didn't expect to have Satoru all over you like this. Without him noticing, you let your
hands slide from his hair down to his waist. Without grabbing his attention, you slipped two
fingers in his blazer pocket, and easily fished out the note. You slid it up your sleeve, hiding
it from Gojo.

Satoru was wrong about one thing though.

You weren't looking for relationships with either of them.

Just some fun. Maybe with a pinch of vengeance.

"I don't want either of you."

Gojo nearly flinched at your statement. That is, until a small smile drew to his lips.

"You really are a sinner, Y/n." He told you, his hand moving down and sliding a little higher
beneath your skirt. "No need to lie now."

You could feel Satoru's hand clamp in between your thighs the moment you closed them
around his palm, he met your eyes with a confused hum. You looked at him sternly, your eyes
not wavering.

"I'm not joking, Satoru." You hushed out. "I don't need either of you. You two might get me a
little hot, and show me a little fun every now and then, but..."

You let your hand move up to grab his cheek, your fingers tightening as you held his jaw.
"There is not one good reason as to why I should feel anything other than lust for you." You
leaned in, your voice low, your eyes hooded. "So don't try and manipulate me with the love
triangle bullshit."

Gojo pushed his face a little closer in a desperate attempt to at least brush his lips to your
own, but he couldn't. You wouldn't let him. He was in utter awe as you told him the blunt
truth. It only made him more needy for you, for your everything.

Gojo could barely fathom the idea of falling in love with the same girl as his best friend, and
in a way, he didn't even see it like that. Because he couldn't. He blurred out everything, and
hoped they both just could have you one day.

It didn't seem like it would be that easy though.

His train of thought was cut short by your voice.

"I don't deny that I never liked you." You paused, gathering your thoughts. "But... I've come
to my senses, and I don't have much to lose--not like you."

You did. You had so much to lose. Act. Act. Act.

"Y/n, I will change, please---"

Your scoff cut him off. "You just want to fuck me." You looked at him with a look of humor.
You watched as Gojo tried to come up with something to say to your bluntness, anything, but
he was struggling.

You suddenly softly sighed, letting your head tilt to the side to give him a look of pity.

"Alright." You spoke, widening your legs, just a little. "Then fuck me."

Gojo looked at you, and you could tell with just a glance that his mind was racing. He didn't
know what to do, or say, hell, he didn't even know if he should move.

You couldn't help but smile softly.

"Go on, Satoru." You tempted him. "You know the consequences. You know at the end of it
all, I still won't give a damn about you. I'm doing this solely for me. Do you still want to?
Even knowing what this will cause?..." You arched your back a little, really giving Gojo a
sight to stare at. Just fall in, Satoru. Accept it.

You were so evil.

Gojo let his hands move down to grip the edges of the counter, he leaned in close. He looked
like he was about to crack any moment now.

"You don't feel anything for me?" He managed to say.

You smiled, moving your hand up to wrap up in his hair. "No. Not a thing."

Gojo looked at you for a moment.

It took everything in his being to push away from you. He shoved his hands in his pant
pockets, averting his gaze away from you.

"I'll fuck you when you're in love with me. When you're not playing some stupid fucking
revenge games." He suddenly broke the silence, reaching out to grab the doorknob. "And I'll
make it happen. I know I will. And when that time comes, you really will have to pick
between me and Suguru, I'll force you."

Satoru opens the door and you can only eye him with an amused look. Satoru glances over
his shoulder, sending you one last look, all with that stupid smirk he always wears. "Then,
and only then, will I fuck you senseless."

The door shut behind him.

And you had a hard time processing if he just got rejected, or you.

You shrugged with a sigh. "Whatever." Mumbling to yourself, you hopped off the counter.
"Not gonna happen."

~•~

"Oh... Did Satoru leave?" You gently asked, entering Geto's garage once again.

The soft sounds of your steps nearing Suguru made him turn off the game, and put his
attention on you. All of it.

"Mhm," He hummed, eyeing you as you sat down next to him. "He said he was tired, went
home to take a nap, I guess."

"You guess?"

Geto gave you a weary look before sighing in defeat, he leaned into the couch a little, letting
his legs spread in a comfortable manner.

"He's just... Acting weird." Geto let his hand grab your inner thigh, taking a swig from his
beer as he continued. "This is all new to him, so I can't blame him for being awkward---me
finally being around someone other than him."

You couldn't help but raise your eyebrow with an amused smile. "So, he's jealous of me?"

Geto was in the midst of taking another drink when he processed the words. He coughed a
little, pulling the bottle from his lips.

"No... No." He laughed nervously. "I don't think so? He's never been with a girl seriously...
I've never been with a girl to begin with... It's just a weird thing we're both going to have to
get used to."
You scooted a little closer to Geto, looking up at him with understanding eyes. "I get it... I
really do." You really didn't, especially knowing the real reason why Gojo was being so...
Weird. You suddenly gave him a playful look. "I'm your first everything...? I seriously
wouldn't have guessed."

Suguru gave you a sheepish smile, "Now you're just feeding my ego, stop it."

You punched his shoulder a little, lightly. "No! I'm being serious." Your voice died down.
"You're a total eye-catcher, Suguru. I wouldn't take you to be a womanizer, but nothing at all?
Thats rare."

Suguru raised a brow at your words. "Rare?"

You nodded at him with a look that said obviously. "It's hard to find a boy like you."

Suguru began rubbing your inner thigh a little. "It is not." He argued. You couldn't help but
wrap yourself around his arm, pulling yourself a little closer. "There are lots of virgins out
there, I'm nothing special."

You rolled your eyes at his denial. "Whatever you say." You mumbled, pressing your cheek to
his forearm, taking in his scent. His cologne smelled nice. "So... What do you want to do?"

Suguru hummed, letting his head lean on top of yours as he thought. "Do you want to stay the
night?"

You thought for a moment.

"It's a school night." You told him. "I don't have a toothbrush, a change of clothes, I don't
have anything---"

"I can throw your uniform in the wash? You could wear a pair of my clothes to sleep in?"
Geto suddenly offered. "Or I can just give you a ride home, whatever works---"

"No. I'll stay." You sheepishly looked up at him and smiled. "It sounds fun."

This felt weird. And a part of you secretly knew that—-but pretending that you really liked
Geto wasn't that hard. It felt natural, but natural to a point where if push came to shove, you
could deny the whole relationship if you got bored.

You had to keep reminding yourself... This was for payback. This was for you. Geto's fucked
with you awhile, not as harsh a Gojo, so you'll do just that. Pay him double even.

You chewed on your bottom lip, you still couldn't help but wonder...

"So you've really liked me since high school?"

Your words caught Geto off guard. He was rubbing your inner thigh---and suddenly stopped.

"Yeah..." He finally confessed. "Stupid, huh? Hung up on the same crush for so long--"
"It's not stupid." You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking up at Suguru with knitted
brows. "Not when I'm sitting right here in front of you. Its... Sweet. Why didn't you at least
try to confront me during High school? You could've at least said hi...?" Your words held a
glimpse of truthful curiosity behind them.

"Why?" Geto mumbled, taking a swig from his beer. "It was a rough time for me. Gojo, too.
Almost didn't finish high school alive."

What?

Now you were staring at Suguru with a complicated expression. What the hell does that even
mean? Your mind was racing with consuming thoughts, glimmers of worry floated around
your mind, too. His expression seemed to drop into something complex, and even hurt at the
mention of it all.

He pulled his hand free from in-between your thighs, interlocking his fingers with your own.

"Suguru... What happened?"

He hesitated. And you could tell.

"This feels wrong." His voice was low, barely audible. "I don't want to... Intimidate you with
my past. Not when we just started speaking to each other like human beings."

Your heart twinged at his words.

And the idea of you using him seemed to come to a complete pause at that moment.

You grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. Geto just stared at you for a moment—-
and God, he looked like he was about to break any moment now.

"Suguru," You spoke his name in such a gentle manner, it made his gaze falter for a moment.
The walls he had built slowly began to fall, and his composure was lurching deeper into the
depths of his stomach as you kept looking at him like that. "You don't have to... Talk about it.
But, please, I am here. Through the goods, and the bads, I will be here."

The irony behind your words made you kind of hate yourself for a second.

But, in your own way, you meant every syllable that left your glossy lips.

Geto went silent at your words.

And he suddenly broke.

His expression had fallen into something pained. His eyes turned hollow, nearly shaking as
he raised an arm to cover both of them. His voice slowly croaked out, "Her name was Riko."
He whispered out. "She got killed in front of me—-shot."

Your heart dropped at his words, your hand moving to rub small circles on his back. Geto
collapsed before you, letting himself sink down to lay his head on your lap as his gentle sobs
vibrated into your own body. Your hands moved to softly brush through his hair in a
comforting manner, all as he poured his heart out.

You pitied him.

You pitied your bully.

You ignored how you should be feeling right now though. The guilt that should be eating you
inside and out. You put your awareness on Suguru, every inch of it, from head to toe, without
a millimeter misunderstanding.

"Shit. I watched her fucking die in front of me... I couldn't do anything either. I-I was
helpless--" His voice cracked, you softly hushed him as his voice trembled into destroyed
cries.

You said nothing as you just let him melt into your lap, the air around you two flowed with
his silent weeping. His broken cries.

Geto's soft sobs died down into small sniffles after a few minutes. He didn't look at you, but
his hands snaked under your school sweatshirt to clasp your waist, all before he wiggled his
head beneath your shirt.

You couldn't help but stifle your giggles as he softly kissed your stomach, you could feel his
tears dripping onto your skin, his saddened growls getting louder.

"Suguru..." You sighed out softly, your tone confused.

"Comfort me."

His hands that held your waist slid just a little lower, until he could hook two fingers onto the
hem of your panties and tug at them.

"What are you doing..." Suguru shifted, moving to where he kneeled in front of you as you
sat on the couch, his head still buried beneath your sweatshirt, your thighs--opened for him to
rest in between.

"I love you," Suguru's tone was drowsy, sad, cold. He sounded like a drunken rainy night, but
simply intoxicated off his own sorrow. "Please, Y/n."

He let himself slide your panties down, and at that, you shot your hand to gently clasp his
cheeks, directing him from your thighs to look up at your expression.

"Cmon, Baby... Let's stop talking about that, okay? Let me make you feel good..."

"No. No? This isn't about me." You countered, eyebrows narrowing, "Let me help you—-stop
fucking blocking me out, Suguru. Please..."

That's all he was doing. Blocking you away--trying to confuse you with his actions, sudden
lust, and throw you off guard so the whole thing could be dropped with a quick fuck.
He was so... Hurt though.

And there it was--for the smallest moment. His eyes flushed with the vulnerable look he gets.
He's quick to hide it, push it beneath that soft smile and silky words.

"Baby," His voice nearly croaked, leaning in before he placed a gentle kiss on your inner
thigh, never breaking eye contact. You could see how glossy his eyes were--how they were
about to spill. "N-Numb me, okay? Dull me with pleasure."

"No."

"Baby, please--"

Suguru had to bite his bottom lip to conceal his sobs.

He couldn't fathom the idea of you wanting him more for more than just sex—-was he really
worthy of your affection and attention?

Deny. Deny. Deny.

Suguru told himself.

Suguru was ill. And you were just now starting to understand the gravity of his illness.

He was sad. Depressed. Unsteady. And the walls he's built up would be hard to get over.

"Suguru... Let's just lay down, okay? Just for a little while?"

"Lay down?" His tone was miserable, it made your heart ache.

"Lay down."

Suguru stood up, his eyes a little red and puffy from his crying, before he easily swooped
down and grabbed you bridesmaid style, moving to the house door to take you inside his
room.

You let your cheek rest on his chest as you looked up at him.

Pretty.

Was all you could think

He was really pretty. Even when he was crying.

Suguru eventually pushed open his room door and walked over to gently lay you down on his
unmade bed. All he did himself was take a seat at the edge of it, which confused you because
you were practically lying down.

"Geto?" You frowned looking at him. "Come here."

He looked over his shoulder to look at you. Moving back to prop your lower back up with
some of his pillows, you gently extended your arms and waited for Suguru to welcome
himself in between them.

It seemed to take a moment before he crawled over, and collapsed on top of you, some of his
body weight invaded you, but you didn't care one bit. He let his face disappear into your
chest, you took notice how his breathing slowed, his expression softened, and...

The room suddenly went a little quieter.

You couldn't help but stare at him--which as you looked at, you could only see a helpless,
miserable boy. You tried to tell yourself that this was a part of something bigger in the grand
scheme of things. For utter rage, and revenge, and all the hate you had stored away in your
heart. Because he bullied you, right?

But...

In an instant, Suguru was asleep in your arms. He let his guard down completely, and dozed
off. Everything was so warm, so unfamiliar.

But so... Nice.

You liked this.

And maybe, just maybe for a split second, you could feel your heart twinge in awe as you
stared at the sleeping, broken boy, simply wondering who was truly the bully in this story.
 Chapter ten
Chapter Notes

Story will contain NSFW contents, blood, toxic relationships, cheating, and vulgar
language.

Story is set in a College AU background. All the characters are not minors.

°˖➴ THE FADED BUZZUNG of an alarm made your eyes slowly flutter open. Soft pants
from Geto, who was sleeping close next to you, gradually brought you back to your senses
from drowsiness.

Shit. You fell asleep with Suguru after a good thirty minutes of peacefully playing with his
hair, his whole head enveloped in your chest as he slept calmly. Of course, you'd remember.
The memories from the day before were as clear as water, Suguru's breakdown, alongside his
desperate attempts to blur the gloom with lust, and not to even mention Satoru's love
proclamation... And the note you managed to steal from him.

As you collected yourself from yesterday, you couldn't help but sigh. When your eyes fully
opened, you were instantly met with Geto's soft expression, lulled off to the world of
imagination. Your noses were practically touching, and it had just dawned on you at that very
moment... You actually kind of felt bad for Suguru.

He wasn't like Satoru. He had a solacing glow. He seemed so much softer than Satoru,
vulnerable even.

Suguru was sweet, when he wasn't taunting you that is.

Geto shifted, turning a little so he could lay on his back, his arms resting above his head.
"...Y/n." It was meager, but with the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he stuttered out your
name. He was still asleep though?

Your eyebrow raised as you took in his appearance, his shirt was raised barely, exposing the
beginnings of his toned stomach. Your eyes moved back up only to land on his face. He was
blushing.

"Suguru?" You nearly laughed groggily, gently nudging the boy on the shoulder.

Though the moment you did, his hips twitched and his lips parted with a soft sigh. His face
softened into something needy--oh my god. You recoiled the moment he moaned at your
touch, your eyes wide. Is he having a wet dream?
Gradually, you sunk even deeper into your position, your eyes never leaving him though. His
hips raised every slight moment, tiny whines escaped his lips, and you couldn't help but gawk
at the obvious bulge in his pants. "Fuck," Suguru winced in his sleep, "Just like that, B-
baby..."

Now your heart was racing. He was dreaming of you---though little did you know, this was a
reoccurring thing for Suguru. He couldn't help himself, they appeared so often and they'd
even plague his mind throughout the next upcoming day. He remembered them so vividly
too, him panting heavily as he had you on all fours, fucking your warm cunt from the behind;
or you sat prettily in front of him, his dick pressed in between your tits as you let him release
his load all over your pretty face---though often or not, Suguru dreamed of fucking your
plush thighs. Holding you up from the behind, his arm wrapped around your waist, nearly
leaving indents in your hips as he was keeping you steady enough to drill his cock in between
your legs, his length just barely brushing against your puffy clit.

However, they were nothing more than dreams---and Suguru never once thought about
pushing you to actually do those things. You were too pure for such acts, you were so much
more. As much as Suguru warmed at the thought of you being the more, an undeniable desire
still poked at him to see your dirty side.

It was almost a shame you were nothing like what Geto imagined--sweet, pure, innocent.

You let your hand reach out hesitantly to clasp his thigh, scooting a little closer. "Suguru..."
You whispered out, the twinge in your panties making you feel hot. "Wake up---"

"S'pretty on my lap..." His strained sleep whimpers cut you off. Your eyes narrowed. So he
was a deep sleeper...

Without warning, you slowly rose from your position to straddle Geto, your thighs caging his
own. You let your fingers clasp his shoulders, your cunt press against his bulge a little, all as
you slowly began rocking your hips. And finally, Suguru started stirring awake.

"Y/n-?" He groaned out, his hand sliding up to clasp your hip as if it were instinct. Suguru
was dazed, awoken from his near dream climax."Shit---good morning, Baby...?" He nearly
laughed, breathlessly. Geto was quick to push his hips upward a little, hoping to get more
friction. He had no objections to you waking him up like this---he was sure he'd never been
this hard before.

"You whine a lot in your sleep, Suguru." You smiled playfully at him, letting your pace slow
a little. His eyes fluttered as he smiled at you with near hearts in his eyes, he was so lovesick.
"You think of me when you sleep?"

He winced your name softly, "Don't make fun of me." He gave you a tiny frown from below.
"Please?"

You laughed stupidly before leaning down to litter his neck with messy, warm kisses. "I find
it cute... Don't worry."
"Yeah?" He asked, moving both hands to control your movements, forcing you to stroke his
cock with your covered cunt faster. "You find me cute, Princess?"

Your eyes fluttered and your kissing to his neck paused for a moment. Suguru made sure you
felt his everything, pushing his hips upward to apply pressure. "Oh shit, I do... P-please---"

"Please what?" He slowed, directing your hips in a way that would only tease you.

"Suguru, please, go faster. Stop t-teasing me..."

"Nah," He smiled stupidly, fastening his movements just barely. "C'mon, Princess..." He
cooed softly. "Beg for it...? For me?"

You couldn't hold onto the dominant act anymore, "Fuck, o-okay... P-please, Suguru. Make
me feel good---"

Suguru couldn't contain himself. He was so hard it was starting to hurt, and so without
warning, he gripped your waist and began moving you fast against his strained cock. The
limit of your clothes made him hiss, but he still wouldn't deny how good it felt.

Suguru let his hand snake down to slip inside your panties, his thumb moving down to
envelop your clit in small circles, his other digits sliding to push into your hole. Your back
arched as he started to finger you. His touch threw you off the edge, and the undeniable
pleasure of it all got to you.

With a near pornographic moan, and one last harsh thrust against you, Suguru came in his
pants.

He never stopped fingering you, even when he came. After a mere juncture of his movements
turning relentless and needy, you could feel your thighs quaver, and your face abruptly felt
hot. You whined softly before your own climax washed over you. With a few last twitches at
the flicks of his fingers, you collapsed to lay in his chest as you both tried to catch your
breath.

"Fuck..." Suguru managed to huff out, still easing into reality from his sleep. "Wake me up
like that every day from now on, please?"

"Maybe..." You rolled your eyes at his playful words, reaching over to his bed stand to finally
grab your phone. Now, this might have been a bittersweet moment if you never even checked
the time.

Which read, eight forty-five.

You had to be at school at nine fifteen.

"Shit!"

Suguru groaned softly in the background at your sudden scream, his drowsy eyes lazily
taking in your appearance. "Y/n?... Please, lay with me for a little longer--"
"Geto, we're going to be late."

"What—-" Geto was wide awake at those words, groggily forcing himself to sit up as he
rubbed his eyes. "How late?"

"Fifteen minutes until class starts late."

"Fuck." Geto lazily pulled himself out of bed before making his way to his closet, with a
small yawn he pulled out his school uniform.

"You think I can take a quick shower? It'll be fast--"

"Only if I can join?" Suguru's playful tone made you roll your eyes.

"Suguru--"

"Bathroom is right there, Princess." He nodded towards the door. "Take your time. It won't
hurt if we're a little more late."

You gave him a small smile, the gesture actually making your heart go warm for a moment...
Until you snapped out of it all.

You didn't have a new pair of clothes for school...

You only had the clothes from the night before on, and you really didn't want to go to school
in them.

"Geto?"

"Hm?" He hummed, his back facing you, as he began taking off his shirt to slide on his
button-up. You watched his back muscles flex slightly as he did so. Was Suguru always so...
Strong looking?

You shook off your gawking, "Uhm... We didn't throw my clothes in the wash last night?
What am I supposed to wear to school--"

You were suddenly cut off by Geto tossing you a pair of gym clothes.

His gym clothes.

A pair of sweats, alongside a zip sweatshirt--both of which were a dark blue color. You
looked at the outfit dumbfounded, secretly googling at the size of the clothes. Surely, if you
were to wear this, it would look like you came to school in only your pajamas. They were
huge, way bigger than your normal size.

"There." Geto gave you a shit-eating grin over his shoulder. "Problem solved, Princess."

~•~
Wearing Suguru's gym clothes that were insanely baggy to school today was not an ideal
situation for you. People were staring at you like you just committed a heinous crime. The
girls whispered as you walked by, the guys gawked with stupid smirks.

Geto walked close aside you, his bag lazily slung over his shoulder, thank god. He glanced
over, and for a moment your eyes met. You were quick to avert them, letting them fall back to
the floor.

Your gut was starting to question your goals under all the sudden pressure. There was still yet
to be any confirmation of you and Suguru dating... But it sure felt like it, especially with how
people were reacting.

You didn't once consider the social standing between Suguru, Satoru, and you. They were on
a whole another level. They were the type to wave, smirk, and greet random people through
the halls---but you? Until two weeks ago, you only came to school to get work done. And
now, you were walking down the halls in Suguru Geto's gym clothes. You chewed on your
bottom lip, hoping that this day would end already---

"Yo, Suguru!"

Geto halted in his steps at the voice, and not wanting to leave his side, so did you. He leaned
back a little, gazing into the door of the classroom her heard the voice from. You couldn't
help but peek over his shoulder a little to see who it was as well.

"Oh. Shoko." Suguru smiled softly, nodding at you to follow him into the rather small
classroom. It was unlike the lecture halls, where everyone would regularly attend classes.
"What's up?"

Suguru seamlessly entered the classroom before shutting the sliding door behind you—-he
didn't want to get caught, he could already smell the cigarettes.

You let your eyes take in Shoko. Shoko Leiri. You've heard of her from fellow students, but
you have yet to approach her. She had a cigarette placed in between her lips as she sat on a
boy's desk—-a boy who didn't look too happy that she was there to begin with. His hair, was
a light golden blonde, but his face was drawn into a scowl.

But Shoko...

She was pretty. As your eyes wandered a little more, they landed on Satoru. Who was sitting
at the desk beside her.

"How have you been, Suguru?" She smiled with her eyes closed. "Haven't spoken to you in a
few days... You're yet to introduce me to your girlfriend. Hi there." She turned to you, raising
her hand to wave softly.

Your attention was pulled away from Satoru.

"Oh, hello." You smiled softly. "Im Y/n---"

"So you two are dating?" Shoko hopped off the desk, her eyes glimmering with curiosity as
she took two steps closer to the two of you. "Gojo, you owe me fifty, I told you they would
get together!" Shoko laughed, turning to Gojo with a smug look.

"Pay up---"

"Oh. I dont think... Me and Suguru are dating."

Your words, which cut off Shoko's own, seemed to throw everyone off balance. Silence
enveloped and you couldn't help but shift in your step. That wasn't wrong to say, was it?

"Yeah..." Geto broke the silence. "I mean... We haven't gotten to really talk about it yet." You
couldn't help but eye Suguru nervously, you took a step closer to him, maybe to assure
yourself of his warm and protective aura.

"You owe me fifty, Shoko. Told you they'd just fuck around for a while." Satoru broke the
tension. "Pay up." He mimicked her.

That shouldn't have angered you the way it did--not with how the situation was already
brewing. Not when you really weren't Suguru's anything in the first place. And surely not
when Satoru was, very obviously, secretly in love with you.

"Do you always have to be such an ass?" You mumbled under your breath, though the entire
group caught it. Shoko turned her head away to stifle a giggle.

"And do you always have to be such a cold-hearted bitch--"

"Satoru?" Suguru's shocked voice made Gojo's own die down. "Stop attacking Y/n...? Let's
just be neutral for today, please?" Suguru eyed Satoru as he laughed nervously, trying to ease
the tension. Suguru knew how bad your fights with Satoru turned out... Cue the small video
hidden away in his camera roll of you kicking Satoru in the balls.

Satoru gave Suguru the same look children give their parents when they don't get their way.
"Whatever."

"Yeah, Satoru." You hissed at him. "Stop bullying me."

Shoko seemed to cut right through the tension, pushing her way to Suguru and you. Her
expression was as if she didn't even feel the tension to begin with.

You... Really liked her.

"Y/n!" She smiled warmly, shoving her cigarette into Suguru's mouth--which he accepted and
took a long drag off of, all before she turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Yeah,
ignore Satoru. He's always like that."

"Like what, huh?" Gojo cut in from the behind, his tone defensive.

"Like that," Shoko mumbled under her breath, though you heard it clearly. "Anyways... Eat
lunch with me? It gets tiresome babysitting these fools."
At her comment, all the boys hissed in exaggeration at her insult.

"Oh..." You gave her a nervous look. "Id love to. I had no clue we had the same lunch."

Shoko smiled devilishly. "Great. And if we don't, just skip class to come to mine, Kay?"

You already had many Saturdays to pay off in detention, with Satoru nonetheless... Would it
even be worth risking? You chewed on your bottom lip.

"Yeah, for sure. I'll be there."

Shoko smiled at you, easily grabbing the cigarette from Suguru's lips. All eyes were on you
now.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

No.

"Sometimes."

God. You were setting yourself up for failure at this point.

Shoko smirked at you, moving the cigarette to hover over your lips. Suguru was watching
you nervously at this point, "You don't have to actually smoke that, Y/n. Shoko, you're
making her nervous--"

"Prove it." Shoko cut Suguru off, never breaking eye contact.

You haven't smoked a single cigarette in your entire life. You were starting to grow nervous
under the pressure, but even so, you barely parted your lips to let her put the small stick in
between.

Your eyes drifted over Shoko's shoulder, landing on Satoru--who was watching you with an
interested smile, his chin resting on his palm.

Of course, he'd find this amusing.

You averted your gaze, meeting eyes with Shoko one last time.

"Okay."

Your soft whisper floated through her ears as she watched you take a small drag off the
cigarette. You inhaled it, pulled away, and did your very best to act nonchalant about it.

"I swear to god," The Blonde haired boy hissed at the scene, "If I somehow get blamed
alongside you idiots for smoking, you'll--"

"Nanami, shut up!" Satoru smacked the back of his head. Nanami shot Satoru a glare.

"Hm." Shoko hummed, eyeing you blow out the smoke. "We're gonna get along just fine."
She mewled out, pulling the cigarette from your lips to her own as she threw an arm over
your shoulder.

You smiled at her a little, trying to hold in the coughs that were about to explode in your
lungs. You moved a hand up to cover your mouth, coughing just barely.

"Wait, Y/n--you smoke?"

You piqued up when Suguru asked the question, giving him a nervous smile. "I could ask you
the same thing?"

"You've got a good point..." His lips broke out into a soft smile, Suguru was leaning on the
teacher's desk. He extended his hand to grab your wrist, tugging you out of Shoko's grasp to
envelope you in his much bigger arms.

"Oh... Hi?" You laughed playfully as his sudden bear hug threw you off guard. He smiled
dumbly at you, and the height difference forced you to look up at him.

"Hey..." He softly said, leaning down--but before he could do what he was intending to,
which was kiss you, Shoko stormed over and smacked Suguru on the top of the head with a
chalkboard eraser.

"Shoko---what the hell--?"

Geto's annoyed voice was cut out by Shoko's frantic state. "Fushiguro---he's coming!" She
whispered shouted, quickly stepping out the cigarette before putting it in her pocket.

At her words, Suguru's eyes widened in fear. He grabbed your wrist, and forced you over to
sit in a desk--he took a seat across from you.

Every other student in the room scrambled to their own seats, and you couldn't help but
swallow nervously. Mr. Fushiguro? The history teacher?

As in, the man who Suguru and Satoru were desperate to pick apart? Your mind was racing.

You didn't have any classes with him... You weren't even supposed to be in this class.

As if the tension in the room wasn't suffocating already, the door opened...

Revealing a tall man. He had dark hair, alongside a small scar on his lip. Not to even mention
the nice-looking black suit he wore. Was this guy even a teacher? You sunk even deeper in
your seat, everyone else seemed to glare at the man.

"Stand." He grumbled, making his way to lean on his desk. At his words, the whole class
stood--there weren't many students in there to begin with. Suguru'a friend group, alongside a
few others. It wasn't even class time... Why was everyone obeying him? You shook that all
away. This classroom is his. It would be rude to disobey him in his own room.

Mr. Fushiguro's eyes scanned all the students.

Until his gaze landed on you.

"You." He mumbled out, eying you up and down. "You're not in this class?"

"Sir--neither am I--" Suguru tried to butt in and stand up for you, but that was quickly shut
down.

"Sit down, Geto."

Suguru's eyes narrowed before he slowly sat back down in his chair. Mr. Fushiguro's eyes
never left your own as he began making his way over to you.

Oh shit.

You were terrified.

"Well?" He hummed, finally meeting you. Mr. Fushiguro gave you a near-deadly stare as he
stood before you, his whole frame huge compared to your own. "Speak up.”
 Chapter eleven

°˖➴ "SPEAK UP."

There wasn't a single person in the room who didn't feel the sudden tension. It was the first
time you've ever interacted with Mr. Fushiguro, and to say you weren't terrified was an utter
and incompetent lie. The man was huge, tall, and lean. You thought Suguru was a big guy,
though he seemed small compared to Mr. Fushiguro.

"Was it you?" He suddenly asked, catching you from your thoughts. "Were you the one
smoking the cigarette in here?"

You could understand fully why everyone else was scared shitless of Mr. Fushiguro now...

Your heartbeat fastened so suddenly, and for a moment, you were worried that everyone else
in the silent room could notice.

"No," You said, your eyebrows crinkling. You placed both hands into Suguru's gym uniform
pants, and pulled them inside out. "See? I've got nothing on me, old man. No smokes. No
lighter."

Mr. Fushiguro just stood there for a moment, eyeing you with a cold, low look.

"Blow in my face."

Suguru, who was observing Mr. Fushiguro meanly, suddenly cringed at his words.

"That's not appropriate, Mr. Fushiguro--"

"Then you come here, boy." He snapped, scrutinizing Suguru with a cold glare. "Let me smell
your breath then, eh?"

You were melting under this sudden pressure. You couldn't help but glare at Suguru, advising
him merely with your eyes to just shut up from now on. Suguru gave you that look--the one
where he's clearly opposed to even letting the teacher near you, much less letting you breathe
in his face.

Either way...

You both smoked.

It was just a matter of dignity at this point.

You eyed Mr. Fushiguro's hot and angered self before sighing softly. But... To be honest, you
wouldn't mind-blowing in his face--

"Fine." Suguru hissed in pure defiance. "Smell my breath you fucking--"

Suguru's words were cut short by Mr. Fushiguro harshly sweeping over and grabbing the
collar of his shirt, his grip didn't waver, not in the slightest. Mr. Fushiguro forced Suguru
close, their noses practically touching.

"Finish that sentence. I dare you." His eyes narrowed. "I never liked that sharp tongue to
begin with."

He leaned in close, and whispered. It was weird, because it felt like it went unheard to
everyone else... Though you heard it clearly.

"Maybe I should get rid of you, just as I did to that pretty friend of yours. Ah. I should correct
myself." Toji smiled cruelly against Suguru's ear. "The friend you once had."

Now everyone in the room was holding their breaths, especially Suguru, as if he did breathe,
you all would be caught. Shoko kept her stare glued to her desk, Nanami and Satoru seemed
to watch Mr. Fushiguro throw Suguru around. Nanami looked nervous...

While Satoru?

Satoru looked ticked off.

"You're testing luck you don't even have, Geto." Mr. Fushiguro uttered belligerently, slowly
pulled away. Naturally, he was taller than Suguru, and with the way Suguru untitled his head
with a nasty glare, it was obvious he wasn't intimidated. "Now breathe."

Your eyes went wide. Shit. Your heartbeat, which was already beating at a rapid rhythm,
suddenly felt like slow, heavy thumps. Time seemed to slow--and for a small moment, you
considered stepping in and taking the blame.

Suguru would do the same for you. And... You were already in deep shit with the school. One
more month of detention wouldn't hurt, right? You kept comforting yourself as you got ready
to step in, knowing damn well this would amount to more than a simple month of detention.

Hell. You wouldn't be surprised if you'd get expelled for this.

But... Before you could raise your voice, and tell off the scary old man, someone else seemed
to beat you to the finish line.

Not by speaking up though--no, not at all.

Rather, a large book was thrown, landing directly into Mr. Fushiguro's face. He recoiled with
a grunt, letting go of Suguru as he took a few steps back--the surface of the book smacking
harshly against his cheek, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

Silence.

Satoru looked at everyone, a single bead of sweat falling down his face as he smiled
nervously.
"Can I test mine then...?" He said calmly, taking a step towards the door as he eyed Mr.
Fushiguro with a small sly, smile. Satoru took one more, and then another, and he reached the
door in a matter of moments. When he did though, Fushiguro was already steady on his feet,
fuming at the mere sight of Satoru.

Satoru snickered, and with one last giggly remark, "My luck!" He had booked it out of the
classroom. In an instant, Satoru was gone from the room, while Mr. Fushiguro seemed to
ignore you all, rushing out to chase after Satoru. He even grabbed a long ruler before fully
leaving.

Shoko had to lower her face, throwing both hands over her mouth to stifle her giggles.
However, everyone in the room sighed in relief at Satoru's salvation.

You scrutinized the whole group in utter surprise, Suguru seemed to lean on one of the desks
with a sigh.

"This is, what? The second time this has happened?"

You nervously glanced at Suguru, "Yup. He's way too reckless. It's insane..."

"He's good to have around for times like that though." Shoko cut in, and you couldn't help but
agree.

They both were right.

Satoru had stood up for you once, too. And now for his best friend, Suguru. You still couldn't
wrap your head around why Satoru saved you, or felt any obligation to, but you brushed it
off. You didn't have time for that right now.

Shoko stood from the desk with a new demeanor, her giggles dying down with a small,
amused smile. "Well," She muttered out, "This is my cue to leave. I reckon you guys come
with me unless you want to be blamed alongside Satoru, If they catch him that is."

You watched with wide eyes as Shoko began making her way out of the classroom. Another
student, who you had no idea was, stood up with the mere comment, "No objections." under
his breath. He wasn't apart of your small group, though it was obvious he wasn't going to
stick around for Mr. Fushiguro's lesson.

Suguru lent you a brief glance, all before he smiled nervously. You made your way over to
Geto, and watched as he placed his hand on your lower back, his gaze stuck to the door.

"Yeah..." He turned to you, lending you a small smile. "We should go with them."

•~•

"Where are we going?" Your question seemed to have caught the interest of Nanami.

He added to it with an annoyed look, "I've been wondering that this whole time."
After Nanami's endless, irritated comments about how ridiculous this whole situation
seemed, he finally accepted the fact that they weren't letting him leave and just mindlessly
followed the small group. Despite his reluctant acceptance, he still had a bitter look spread
across his face.

"My car," She hummed, a cigarette placed in between her lips. She raised her hand, and
pointed in front of her, to a small restaurant across the road. "It's really close--you guys see
the cafe across the street? That's where my car is. We'll wait for Satoru there."

You and Suguru walked behind Shoko and Nanami, "He's coming?" Suguru asked, confused.

Shoko shrugged, "No clue. But I texted him." She pulled her cigarette from in between her
lips, stuffing her phone back in her pocket before she shifted on her feet to face you and
Suguru. "We'll give it... Fifteen minutes? If he doesn't show up by then, let's just leave."

You all seemed to deadpan at that. For a small moment, you regretted even coming out here
with them. Too late to do anything about it now though.

"And, if he doesn't show, we can go to my place?" Suguru offered, trying to ease the sudden
tension.

You briefly glanced at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you shifted a little closer to the tall
boy, "I'd have to go back anyways." You mumbled. "I need to get my clothes, remember?"

Shoko averted her expression with a shameless giggle. "Ah... Satoru is so wrong."

"Huh? What does--"

You had no time to comment on Shoko's response before Suguru gently grabbed your hand,
"Oh, Y/n. Let's wait in front of the cafe." He smiled softly, completely cutting you off, and
ignoring Shoko. He looked both ways before he crossed the street, hand in hand with you.

You both had just completely left Nanami and Shoko, and she didn't seem too happy about it.
She faintly complained from across the street with an irk mark, you averted your complexion,
trying to stifle a giggle at her bickering.

Suguru eyed you as you giggled sheepishly. The moment you two stepped onto the other side
of the street, he began leading you over to the small cafe.

"Would you like anything?"

...

"At the cafe..?"

He hummed softly, "Mhm."

You clasped his hand a little tighter, moving to push yourself closer--and you didn't know
why, you just knew it felt natural. Like it was okay to treat Suguru like this, even with the
guilt nibbling away behind your neck, telling you it's artificial.
Yeah. Your attention was artificial. You mentally comforted yourself. You looked up at
Suguru, your eyes softening slightly.

"You don't have to buy me anything," You frowned. "I can pay for myself."

"No," He smiled at you, "You can't. Because I won't let you." Suguru leaned down, just
enough to be on par with your complexion, simply to brush a [lock/braid] of your hair aside.
You two had reached the small cafe, and now were just loitering in front of it.

"Don't be like that..." You mumbled, never breaking eye contact with the man. He tilted his
head to the side, his eyes going low, all as he simply admired you. You weren't stupid, it
didn't take a genius to glimpse the look of an utterly love-sick fool.

That's what Suguru looked like right now.

But a part of you couldn't complain. You could only lift yourself barely on the tips of your
toes to push your expression a little closer to his own.

"Be like what?" He smiled at you, his tone confused--though obviously fake.

"That." You huffed out, raising a finger to flick his forehead with an irritated look. "Suguru,
you're too sweet for your own good. I can take care of myself, okay?"

He pouted at you, leaning in a little closer. "Then will you take care of me too?"

His question caught you off guard, so much so you hadn't noticed that Suguru moved both
hands down to clasp your waist, not until he pulled you close against his body. You were still
wearing his gym clothes, and shit, it made Suguru's heart pound.

He carried on before you could reply, "I like you a lot, Y/n." He admitted in a low whisper.
"If you won't let me take care of you... You'll take care of me, right?"

You could only stare at him, utterly dazed, and confused. You could feel your heart plummet,
and for the first time while playing this whole charade, you felt an undesirable need to please
him at this moment.

"Yes." You said softly, your voice turning low. "I'll take care of you, Suguru. I promise."

It sounded too real. That made you worry. Your stomach was twisting with knots--this wasn't
good.

He seemed to smile in satisfaction at your words, heaving in close to softly press his lips to
your own--you didn't care that you both were shamelessly standing in front of a cafe--and so
you kissed him back with just as much fervor, if not more.

Why did your face feel so warm?

Why had your heart fastened--and not in a fearful sense?

Why did you melt into his hold as if he were the lost piece--as if you two were meant to be
this close?

Your mind raced with too many whys as you kissed him, you could feel his breath hitch in
the connection before he shifted you closer to him. You two were getting carried away,
completely dismissing the fact you both were in public. That was, until, Shoko seemed to
waddle her way over from across the street and disrupt you both.

"Nanami! Look at the two, just two little love birds, awh~!"

"Shoko, go away!" Suguru gently heaved away from the kiss to snap at his friends--Shoko
who was giggling nonsensically, even pulling out her phone to snap a few photos of Suguru
holding you--alongside Nanami, who looked away with red cheeks at the sight.

"We're in public... Animals." Nanami mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as sighed.

You, however, couldn't bother to care about their bitter comments, nor their shameless
giggling.

Your eyes were glued to Suguru, all as he went back and forth with bickering at Shoko's
shameless teasing. He didn't let go of you either, in fact, his hold compressed you in his arms
tighter--one hand snaking around behind to rest on your lower back and push you closer
against his chest.

Shit. You were looking at him softly, delicately, needily. Shit. You shouldn't be--you couldn't
be feeling these for Suguru right now.

Not after you did all this solely for Satoru. Just to piss him off.

You gripped his uniform shirt, swallowing the lump in your throat before you spoke up.
"Uhm... Anyways," It took everything in your power to heave out of his arms with a nervous
smile, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. "I think I am actually going to go get
something to drink inside..."

Suguru's attention was on you the instant you tugged out of his hold. It softened barely.
"Alright." He mumbled out. "Want me to come with you?"

"No," You gave him an awkward smile. "It's okay--really. I'll be quick."

Nanami seemed to cut into the conversation, his eyes glued to the big glass window in front
of him.

"I'll come with you, L/n." He said, briefly glancing at you. "I see a friend inside. I'll walk you
in and then we can part--"

Shoko cut him off, pushing her way over to glance inside. "Who, who?"

Nanami's expression turned into something annoyed as she pushed through everyone to
glance into the bistro. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could--
"Oh. It's Haibara." She sweetly beamed, pulling away from the window.

"Haibara?" You hummed.

Nanami briefly glanced at you before shoving his hands inside his pockets, he began walking
towards the cafe's door. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to him."

You nodded softly, running over to catch up with Nanami. You waved at Shoko and Suguru
with a soft smile.

"We'll be out soon!"

The moment you stepped into the small, cozy cafe, your eyes couldn't help but wonder,
simply soaking in the warm aura.

"Wow, this place is really nice." You mumbled, briefly glancing at Nanami who stood close
beside you.

"It is." He softly replies. "And the owners let students study here, so it's pretty popular. Many
students come here all throughout the day."

You listened closely as he spoke. "I see..." You paused for a small moment, taking a single
step away. "Well...I'll go order my drink real quick... Will you and your friend wait until I'm
done at his table?"

"Of course." He told you without hesitation.

With one last quick, see you in a moment, you stepped aside and began your way to the
counter where you'd order.

You paused when you reached it, your eyes glossing over the whole menu. You raised a hand
to softly rub your cheek as your mind drifted. You needed to start pushing Suguru off at least
a little, or else who knows what might happen to your heart.

You didn't really like him. You just had to keep telling yourself that—-

"What can I get for you?"

Your expression moved from the menu to land on the boy behind the cashier, and in that
moment, your eyes widened. Your eyes landed down on his small name tag clipped to his
apron. Naoya Zenin.

Unease swirled in your chest, and in that very moment, it had just clicked how long you'd
been dismissing the boy. You've been so caught up with Gojo and Geto, you've utterly
disregarded him in general.

And... He didn't look too happy at the sight before him.

"Uhm..." You paused, shifting in your step a little. "Just an iced latte—-"
"I must say, I'm surprised you had the nerve to show your face in here." His eyes narrowed.
"Especially after ignoring me." Naoya spoke in such a sense that even being able to talk to
him was a privilege itself, and a part of you found it irking.

"My bad." Your voice was a meek whisper. "I didn't mean to."

"Mm, sure." He sighed. "And whose clothes are those?" He cut you off before you could
even reply. "They're quite big on you."

"... A friend's?"

He scoffs, his lips twitching upwards into a cruel smile. "A friend? Is that so?" He tilted his
head a little, and for a small moment, you found yourself intimidated beneath the very eyes
you once found comfort in. "Is there a reason why you haven't messaged me back?"

A whirlwind of fear and embarrassment crashed all throughout you, "Oh. The fifty texts, and
ten missed calls? Yeah." You fiddled with the hem of Suguru's sweatshirt. "I've been insanely
busy."

"Busy... As in, running around and causing problems?" Naoya shakes his head. "And as I've
heard, with—"

"Just get me my latte." You quickly cut him off, shoving the twenty you had saved harshly on
the counter. "Please?"

Naoya only eyed you for a long moment, all before he began to silently typing your order
away at the register. Thank God. "Have you even once thought about how your ignorance
makes me feel?" He was giving you that phony tone, the one he used only when he wanted
something.

"Nothing." You mumbled, though even despite how downward your voice was, Naoya still
managed to catch it. You were already deep in this point, might as carry on with the insult.
"You feel nothing, because you don't care for anybody but yourself. And I'm certain you don't
right now, you're just acting like you do because your ego is hurt."

"What?" His expression was slowly dropping into a glare. A nasty one. "You might want to
elaborate on that, Sweets. Explain yourself before the hole you've dug becomes deeper."

You stood there for a moment, fully processing his words. Like the crash of an unforeseen
wave, annoyance gushed through your veins.

"Do you want me to spell it out for you?" You mumbled, shaking your head. "Look. I'm so
terribly sorry for not answering your messages, but trust me—im trying really hard to
understand this your perspective, and why you're so pissed off over me having boundaries,"
Your lips pressed into a thin line, and you hesitated for a brief moment. But you needed to
say what had to be said, and you needed to do it quickly. "Though I just can't seem to get my
head that far up my ass."
The insult added at the end of your sentence threw Naoya off guard completely, and you
watched how his hands clenched around the register lightly. His brows pinched together, his
jaw tensed. He opened his mouth to speak, but—

"Order for Y/n?" A young girl came over, sliding the drink on the counter with a sweet smile.
Seemingly cutting off whatever Naoya was about to say.

Naoya was always too much, and you found it hard to keep up with him most of the time—
what he meant and wanted.

You felt bored though. Unable to comply with these things, the things he desired you to do.
You really hadn't the time, either—so it's not your fault if you just happened to slowly stop
talking to Naoya...

For good.

Truthfully, you barely had energy for Satoru and Suguru.

To have the solitude to deal with Naoya, on top of thing one and thing two, was a power from
another world, one you didn't have.

So when Naoya finally turned to you after the girl rushed off elsewhere, alongside a few
voluble minutes of utter silence, you knew he wished to say more to you. Demand answers,
and force you to officially become his.

But your back was already facing him, and you had left without another word.

The infatuation you once drowned in for Naoya Zenin was nothing more than a sulky puddle
at this point. And seemingly, the departure of your heart's thrill only left his own drenched in
jealousy and pure bitterness.
 Chapter twelve

°˖➴ SATORU SOMEHOW MADE IT BACK.

You didn't even question how. You didn't want to know. His nose with a little bloody and he
looked out of breath as he leaned on Shoko's car, pouting, with his arms crossed over his
chest all whilst he spoke to her. You didn't spare the boy another glance--in fact, you ignored
everyone. You kept your bitter gaze stuck to the ground.

The instant you stepped back outside with Nanami and his friend, Haibara, Suguru almost
immediately noticed the scowl across your face as you sipped your drink.

"Y/n?" He hummed, making his way over to you. "What's wrong?"

You scoff, gazing into the window to try and find that Zenin.

"I came across someone who rivals Satoru in the factor of being a lame asshole." Satoru's
ears wiggled at your comment from afar. You continued to mindlessly sip on your drink, all
with an annoyed look.

"Who?"

"Yeah, who?" Satoru chimed in, now standing next to Suguru. The two looked down at you,
and for a small moment, you grew uneasy.

They both wouldn't stop looking at you, like they were worried. It made your stomach turn--
your eyes narrow.

"Who do you think--"

"Ah. There you are." A sudden grip on your waist makes you glance over your shoulder,
meeting the culprit's gaze.

The whole group seemed to go silent at the sight.

Your eyes widened at the picture before you, and for a juncture, it felt as if you stopped
breathing. That the air stilled, and everyone lost the ability to say. There stood Naoya behind
you, his hands pretentiously placed on both sides of your hips—like you were his.

Such a gesture irked Suguru far beyond understanding, even Satoru.

And In a matter of moments, their expressions shifted from nosy to pure bitterness.

You felt Naoya lean down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck as he made eye contact
with Suguru, a smug smile drawn to his lips. "How low of you, L/n." He hummed softly. "To
leave me for these two scumbags is a level I'd never see you dropping too—"
"Scumbags?" Satoru mumbled, stepping in closer. He shoved both hands inside his pockets,
his eyes narrowing against unruly annoyance for the Zenin boy. "Thats a bold insult coming
from Fushiguro's Bitch."

Naoya lifted his head, lazily to meet Satoru's gaze.

And he looked utterly expressionless.

"Was I speaking to you?" His words fell from his lips with ease, confidence, and arrogance.
Before he let Satoru even have the chance to reply, he was sharp to add to his sentence. "No. I
wasn't, Pretty boy. So shut up—"

The irritation drifting through the air was briefly cut off by a moment of shock. Without
warning, Suguru had harshly grabbed your wrist, and forced you back over to him and
Satoru. "Isnt it your break?" Suguru spat, his eyes and voice unsettled. You were flushed with
his chest, no longer in the hold of Naoya. "You should get back to that. Don't want the
customers waiting, do you?"

"Uhm..." You felt squished in between all the tension, not to mention huge boys who were far
taller than you. Naoya was still behind you, Suguru in front—not to mention Satoru standing
right next to Suguru.

You were in the middle of them all.

"Nah." Naoya hummed. "I have a question for L/n. Now move, I don't have time for you
people."

"For Y/n?" Shoko hummed from afar. She made sure not to get too close. She didn't want to
be involved in this anymore. Especially considering their situation... And who Naoya really
is. "And what might that be?"

"Yeah..." Adding to Shoko's sentence. "What is it?" You mumbled standing close to Suguru
and Satoru, one on either side of you.

Naoya's smile tightened.

"I'm throwing a party tonight." He paused. "And I want you to come."

It was the last thing you were expecting to hear.

You were certain Naoya came out to haul you back inside and yell at you for ignoring him.

And yet, he wanted nothing more than for you to attend his party.

How utterly bizarre.

"Thats enough." Suguru mumbled, cautiously observing Naoya. "She's not going."

"I'm not?" You muttered, glancing between the three.

"No." Suguru and Satoru said both at once.

"Oh, yes, she is," Naoya muttered, taking a step back to lean on the wall of the cafe. "By the
way, Gojo," Naoya droned. "What's with the bloody nose?"

Satoru's brows tightened at his words. "I fell." He spoke. "Yup. Down the stairs."

Naoya chuckled, tugging free his phone from his apron. "Ah. You don't have to lie to me. I
promise, you can tell me anything." He smiled. "After all, I did just get a message from Mr.
Fushiguro. Said he was looking for a pretty specific group."

Everybody went silent. Satoru's face went pale at his words.

And the silence ensued.

And ensued...

"O-Oh yeah, huh, is that so?" You finally cut in, trying to ease the tension. "A party doesn't
sound all that bad, yknow?"

Suguru expression faltered into something confused, and maybe even hurt, all as he looked at
you with wide eyes--shock. What the hell were you doing?

"Y/n--"

You quickly grabbed Suguru's arm, pulling yourself a little closer as you smiled at Naoya,
even tilting your head slightly. Completely and utterly cutting off Suguru's words.

"We'll all be there." You said warmly. "How does that sound?"

Naoya only gave you a dull look. It was obvious he wasn't expecting that, not anyone was
really, and he didn't look much thrilled. Satoru seemed amused with the whole idea. Shoko
was simply excited to go to a party. Nanami? Not so much.

Though Suguru... He could only stare down at you a little taken aback. His face, it softened
slightly, and his eyes melted into a look of pride. His messy hair was thrown into a bun, and
beneath the radiant glow of the sun from up above, he looked more handsome than you'd
originally remembered.

He looked at you with nothing but warmth.

Ah, shit. Please don't look at me like that. You mentally begged, a nervous smile coming to
your face as you averted your gaze.

"Well?" You murmured, taking another sip from your coffee. "How does that sound, Naoya?"

"Fine." He glared at you all. "It sounds perfectly fuckin' fine."

He pushed off the wall with a heavy sigh, giving you all one last glance before he began
making his way inside. "I suppose I'll send you the address, Y/n my dear."
You paused.

"Not if I block you first."

Before he entered the cafe, he peaked over his shoulder to smile at you.

"You wouldn't dare."

And with that--he was gone. You only stood there, cringing.

"Actually though," You hushed out. "I'm starting to dislike him a little more every day..."

"If he sends anything other than an address, maybe you should block him." Suguru shrugged.
"Naoya is a prick."

"No." Satoru cut in. "He's a bitch."

Suguru turned away to stifle a giggle. "Yeah. He's Fushiguro's bit--"

"Oi!" Shoko yelled at you three, cutting off Geto with an annoyed look brimming her
features. "Let's get going already, before Fushiguro actually does show up."

•~•

"Three hours." You mumbled, plopping down on Suguru's bed, back first with a heavy sigh.
"Naoya just messaged me. The party is in three hours."

"Is that so?" He made his way over to sit next to you. "We'll hang out here until then. Is that
alright? By the way, did you block him?"

"Yes and yes."

Everyone else was down in Suguru's garage doing god knows what. He asked if you wanted
to hang out in his room in the meantime--and who were you to decline such an offer?

"Good." Suguru glanced at you briefly, "Want to watch a movie or something?"

You turned your head to face him, all with a sweet smile. "I'd love to."

It didn't take long, perhaps ten minutes, until the lights were turned off alongside the small
TV in his room turning on to play a random, yet cheesy horror movie. As the time passed,
Suguru found himself lying peacefully in between your thighs, your finger softly brushing
through his dark locks.

Silence enveloped the room, and for a small moment, nothing else hung around except the
soft chatter from the TV.

Suguru finally spoke up though, his voice low and intimate.

"What do you think of Satoru?"

Your eyes went wide. You were thankful Suguru couldn't see your expression due to the
position. You quickly collected yourself though.

"I think he's a jerk."

"A jerk?"

"A big one."

He chuckles softly. "Satoru likes you."

Your breath hitched and your heart dropped. You tried to brush off his remark with an
awkward laugh though.

"No... He doesn't. Don't say that."

Suguru shrugged softly, his eyes glued to the luminous glow of the TV.

"I'm not bothered." He says simply. "Do you like Satoru?"

"No."

He raised a brow at your sudden cold response. Suguru unexpectedly shifted around, his face
dangerously close to your... He flipped around just so he could kiss just below your belly
button--his gym sweatshirt that you wore lifted slightly giving him the space to do so.

"As a friend?"

"Not even."

He only smiled at your words. And then placed another kiss on your abdomen, though this
time it was placed lower. Not to mention... Suguru was looking at you with those eyes. Those
eyes you hated to see so much, simply because they made you melt.

Those same lovesick eyes.

You averted your gaze from his own. "Why do you ask?"

Suguru hummed, and yet again, he placed another kiss on your stomach, his eyes closed.

"I was just wondering." He spoke lowly. "A lot of people like you."

"Ah..." You hum in acknowledgment, acting as if you already didn't know. "That...
Surprising."

Suguru did it again. He placed another kiss on your lower region, though this time, it was to
the waistband of the sweats you wore--his gym pants. He gazed up at you with lidded eyes
and a confused look.

"It's not." He whispered out. "I'm certain Naoya is interested in you, too... More than just
fwb. Do you want to know why, Y/n?" Suguru began to mindlessly play with the strings of
the pants.

Shit. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"W-Why?"

Suguru smiled at you. You could feel his breath fan across the exposed parts of your stomach.
"Well..." He hushed out. "You're so pretty, but you're also kind of dominant... A lot of guys
like that." He started off slow. It was obvious he'd thought about this a lot. "Not to mention...
You're sweet."

"You really think so?"

"Mhm..." He paused for a small moment. "I bet you taste sweet too."

Shit.

"Suguru..."

He was driving you insane.

"Hm?" He laid his head against your stomach, closing his eyes as he made himself
comfortable. "What is it, Princess?"

You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at him, your hands still softly brushing through
his hair--which was now free from its bun, laying loose around his frame.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes." He assured. "Anything."

You paused, thinking about the question for a moment.

"What... Is the one thing you've imagined doing most with me?" Your tone was low and
quiet. Maybe you were afraid someone would hear, even despite you both being alone. "I
mean... Like... Before we started talking like this."

Suguru's eyes fluttered open softly, his gaze slowly trailing up to meet your own.

"Do you want the truth or some sort of sentimental answer?"

"The truth?" You smiled a little. "Obviously..."

"Fair enough." He murmured. Suguru couldn't lie to you now and bring up some lame answer
to cover up what he's really been itching to do with you. He didn't feel an ounce of shame
either, weirdly. "I want you to ride me."

You nearly coughed on your spit.

"W-What--"
"But," He whispered out, his low eyes drinking in the sight of you with a flustered face. "I'd
like to do it in a specific way."

You could only look at him with an embarrassed expression--though not horribly. You kept
yourself calm, enough to not break eye contact with the boy.

"W-What specific way?"

Your inquiry seemed to make him smile. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you, devour
you.

"Well..." He hummed. "Why don't we just do it?"

...

You folded.

Moving a hand up to cover half your face, you averted your gaze, your thighs shutting around
his body lightly. Everything felt dizzy, and hot.

"Okay..." You whispered out, looking at him a little dazed. "W-We can do it."

Suguru heaved away from laying on top of you, changing positions so he was now sitting up
on his knees, simply to let his hands pull away at his belt. He never once broke eye contact
with you either. You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyeing as his hands undid his belt.

This was really happening.

"Undress."

Suguru got his belt undone a few moments after, and tossed it to the side for a brief moment--
just to unbutton his shirt.

"Right..." You whispered out, grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt you wore. You gently
tugged it off your body leaving you only in your bra, and then you quickly wiggled off the
gym pants he let you borrow.

Suguru's eyes trailed from your lips to your collarbone, and then lastly to your tits that spilled
out of your bra ever so slightly.

He wasn't done though. He let his gaze drift a little lower, landing on the sight of you wearing
a pair of his boxers. He insisted on you wearing a pair this morning, he saw no problem in it
as they were clean. The tight, black boxers hugged your body cutely, giving Suguru a perfect
view of your ass.

He blushed, though his expression didn't waver. He was in control this whole time, and he
was enjoying it.

"Do you remember that promise I made you?" He whispered out, caging you in between both
arms while leaning down with a soft, teasing smile. "The day you blew me in the closet?"
You nodded softly, your expression dazed as you examined him. Your thighs chafed together
slightly, desperately hoping for the slightest friction to your heat, you were getting needy, and
Suguru noticed that.

He wanted to take his time though.

He was a virgin--simply covering up his inexperience with a smug smile and cocky remarks.
The truth was, Suguru was so hard, it almost hurt--he almost wanted to cry.

"'I plan to make you cum so hard you won't know anything other than my name'," He told
you. "Well... Can I do it? Can I fuck you, Babe?"

You were trying so hard to not become a mess then and there. "Okay... Yeah, s-sure." You
whispered out. "W-What are we going to do?"

He smiled at your confusion.

Suguru heaved away to lay down next to you, his head being enveloped in the many pillows
behind him--he's shirtless, blushing, and his hair is a little messy. He turned to you, smiling.
"Get on my lap." His tone was gentle. "I'll walk you through every step, Baby."

You looked at him for a small moment, obviously very nervous, before you moved over to
straddle his lap. Suguru placed both hands on your waist the moment you were seated in his
lap, holding you in comfort, but it felt more possessive--like you were his, and with the subtle
yet rough touch, he was marking his territory.

"Grab that belt."

You followed his gaze, eventually landing on the belt he had removed moments prior. You
grabbed it before turning to look at Suguru, asking him merely with your eyes, what next?

He smirked, raising both his wrists above his head and close to the headboard of his comfy
bed.

"C'mon," He cooed, raising his hips a little to hump into you from the below. "I think I can
hold up that promise... Even with the restraints."

"Tie me up, Princess. Make it tight too."

 Chapter thirteen
Chapter Summary

Thanks for all the support guys!! It's making me so motivated <3

(Note) this is directly pasted from my wattpad, so some of the sentences are y/n’s inner
dialogue and are supposed to be in italics. I'm sure you can figure out what parts!

°˖➴ YOU WONDERED HOW the situation got to this point.

"Please, fuck, please Y/n..." Geto whined below you, his hands tied above his head onto the
headboard with his belt. Which you were the one to bound his wrists together moments prior.
His twitching cock was sprung free from his jeans, which were messily pulled down, and as
you straddled his lap, you took special notice of how his chest heaved up and down with
breathless moans.

Things were moving so very fast. You can barely comprehend the moments before, the ones
leading up to this.

But... A part of you didn't care.

You didn't want this to go any slower.

"Please w-what?" You managed to hush out, leaning down to let your lips ghost across his
own. "What are you begging for...? I thought you said you'd live up to the promise?"

Your words only made Suguru's blush deepen. He adverted his gaze, lifting his hips a little to
hump his bare cock against your heat--meekly covered by nothing more than your wet
panties.

"Change of plans..." He shyly mumbled out, a small glare spread across his pretty face.

"Change of plans?" You droned, slowly pulling away from the closeness you both once
shared.

You suddenly smiled though.

And without warning, you let yourself entirely sit on his member. Suguru's jaw dropped and
his brows arched. As you gently started swaying your hips back and forth, his whimpers only
grew louder, more desperate, starved.

"I'd say change of heart."

"I still want to fuck you, Y/n... Believe me." His voice was watered down to nothing more
than a needy, love-sick fool. "But, please. Just for now--r-ride me, alright? At least put the tip
in, Baby?"

You could catch the shakiness in his voice. The way he tugged his wrists in the confines of
the belt, he was itching to touch you. You saw every desperate and indigent attempt this boy
was reaching for, and it was quite cute.

"Just the tip, that's all?" You asked, giving him a fake, puzzled look. "Alright then. Just the
tip, Suguru." You warned with a small smile, letting your hands slide down to push your
panties aside.

"Yeah..." He had near hearts in his eyes. "J-Just the tip, Princess."

You briefly glanced at him, your eyes dwindling into something debauched, dirty, and unholy.

"Okay then..." You whispered out, grabbing ahold of his member to press the head of his
cock at your entrance. "Be a good boy, okay?"

Suguru had not a moment to reply before you sunk down barely on his length. His eyes
widened, and a filthy moan left his lips. He let his eyes wander down to drink in the sight of
you teasing him.

He groaned, pushing his hips up a little for more--though you were quick to place your hand
on his bare, toned chest, forcing his body back down from its thrust.

"Nuh-uh," You told him. "Just the tip."

"Y/n, p-please--"

His words drowned out into a desperate whine the moment you sunk down a little further on
his length, all with a dazed smile. He was only half inside you, but god, it still felt too
promising.

"Fine..." You whispered out. "Beg just a little more. Please what?" You gazed down at your,
what you assumed boyfriend, with hooded eyes, and what felt to be burning cheeks.

Shit.

His face was contoured in shame, yet undeniable bliss. His somewhat long hair draped over
his bare chest, his forehead littered with sweat.

You thought, only for the smallest moment, I kind of like this fool.

"Please, ride me---just move, make me feel good---"

A little too much for my own good.

You let yourself fully sink into his length, eyeing Suguru with nothing but lust and
amusement, and an underlying softness behind your gaze.
It felt good...

But nothing could compare to the slutty look Suguru had on his face right now.

His eyes were low, dazed, and they couldn't seem to tear away from the sight of you slowly
riding him. His lips were barely parted with soft moans pampering the sex-induced air around
you two.

He was so cute.

It only took a couple more bounces for Suguru's hips to suddenly twitch upwards, his eyes
going wide with his cheeks turning into a blazing red color.

"Y-Y/n--" Suguru's voice had cracked, and unexpectedly, he had spilled his first load in you
then and there without warning, all with his eyes fluttering softly. You gasped at the sudden
spurts of his cum, your own body shivering lightly. Leaning down to softly press your lips to
his, you whined softly in the connection.

Everything felt so warm, so good. Despite being in control, your sanity was filled with
nothing but Suguru.

His lean, toned stomach, which was covered in sweat.

His hair draped around his face. He looked so pretty with it down.

His soft whines, moans, and whimpers.

And that love-sick gaze.

You whined, though you didn't stop riding him when he came, rather, you shifted your
rhythm into small, steady bounces, moving your hands up to grope both your tits as you
heaved away from the messy kiss. A string of salvia follows. "Suguru..." You mewled out
with a small, wavering smile, "You're such a virgin... Holy shit."

Geto could only helplessly sway alongside your bouncing, his body jolting with a whine
every once in a while due to overstimulation. His hands tugged at the restraints of the belt, he
wanted out, he wanted to feel you.

He wanted it so bad.

He ignored your words, as if anything, he found the degrading hot.

He wanted to touch you. More than anything. This was hell. Suguru wanted to grab your
waist and move your body for you, fuck you into his cock without shame, and show you that
he wasn't this pathetic.

He brought this upon himself though, and as much as the shame kept nibbling away at his
conscious, Suguru liked this, secretly. He loved you being on top--he loved when you looked
at him like that.
With just as much fervor as him. Though... There was also a mockery behind your gaze--and
Suguru couldn't deny that he liked the degradation behind the sensuality of it all.

His balls tightened, he swore he could spill another load in you then and there. The pretty
sight of you helplessly bouncing on top of him, your thighs caging his lower body. Not to
even mention how you groped your tits, he wanted to see you more, see you without the
constraints of that cute bra.

"T-Take it off," He breathlessly said, his eyes glued to the sight of your body riding him.
"Don't be shy, Baby." His voice was trembling.

You chewed on your bottom lip as your hands snaked around your back, tugging away at the
clips of your bra before it fell hastily. Suguru's eyes darkened, he briefly glanced at you
before shamelessly gawking at your bare body sitting on top of him.

He didn't waste another moment--Suguru leaned in, capturing one of your nipples in his
mouth. The man looked up at you as he messily kissed your hardened bud, swiping his
tongue back and forth against your sensitive skin. It made you shiver--his messy and ruthless
kissing, but above all, the way he gazed at you with low and infatuated eyes.

Your hands moved up, tangling in his messy, dark hair as you fastened your bouncing. "S-
Suguru, fuck..." You gasped out.

Your composure was melting, and you were getting close. Suguru began snapping his hips
into your own from the bottom, and he never stopped kissing your tits either.

He wished for only one thing right now, that being able to pull his hand from the restrictions
of the belt and pinch your other nipple.

Suguru nibbled on your bud, his breath becoming more unsteady, his sudden thrusts from the
below becoming sloppy. He was close.

"I love you," He managed to whisper out, pulling away from your breast to tell you
shamelessly. "So fuckin' much."

Oh fuck.

His words made your eyes roll. You couldn't deny it anymore--the way his words made your
thighs shake, your bouncing halt. Suguru was just as close as you, though was determined.
His thrusts from the below became steady, though harsh, and he smiled at you dumbly,
licking away at your nipple as he rode you through your orgasm.

It was only a few moments after that Suguru's expression faltered into something hot and
bothered. His brows narrowed, and his breath hitched--Suguru fastened his pace one last
time, fucking into you from the below at an animalistic speed.

You only helplessly held onto his head, your jaw slacked with debauched moans slipping
from your lips. The overstimulation was getting to you, and before you could realize it,
Suguru had spilled his second load into you.
A small moment of nothing but silence and your heavy breaths passed...

You pulled away with a soft sigh, grabbing his knees as you leaned back, letting him drink in
the whole view. Suguru whined, a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he thrust
into you two last times. He finally groaned before pulling himself from your cunt, his eyes
low and hooded.

"Holy shit..." He managed to huff out, slumping in his place. "You're so fucking hot..."

You laughed softly at his words, tilting your head to the side a little. "Stop that..." You hushed
out softly. You leaned back in, letting your hand extend to softly clasp his face. "Suguru?"

"Hm?"

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating saying this at all. Though you couldn't ignore
it--the feeling in your gut. The twinge in your heart.

"I love you." You softly spoke before placing a delicate kiss on his lips. "I think I do at least...
N-No, I really do..."

Being with Suguru wouldn't be that bad.

"I know you do." He whispered out the moment you stretched away from the connection, his
eyes hooded. Suguru let his forehead rest against your own. "I can see it."

You couldn't help but smile softly, "Ah... Can you now?"

"Mhm..." He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. "Alright, untie me, Princess. My wrists are
starting to hurt."

"You poor thing." You playfully frowned, moving up to begin undoing them. "You'll be
alright though, yeah...?"

"Of course, Baby." He couldn't help but smile at your worry. He found it too cute.

"I'll get your clothes from the dryer." He spoke up gently, one hand now free from the belt.
He let his snake down to hold your hip. "Do you want to take a shower before this party...?"

"Yes please." You said with a heavy sigh.

"With me...?" Suguru asked hesitantly.

You briefly glanced at him, smiling cutely. "Absolutely."

Being with Suguru wouldnt be a bad thing. This was good...

Right?

You couldn't help but feel a sense of... Warmth around him.

And in that very moment...

You decided to no longer speak, nor even look at Satoru.

All as your heart blossomed for Suguru.

Your bully.

•~•

Suguru held many people dear to his heart.

But nothing would ever beat the warmth Y/n L/n and Gojo Satoru happened to draw from
him. The warmth was unfamiliar, ticklish, and a part of him really didn't understand it. But he
didn't have to, because he knew one thing for sure.

He'd always love them. He'd cherish them.

Suguru whistled to himself lowly as he made his way downstairs. He passed the garage door,
and decided to peek inside and see what the others were up to.

"Yo," He opened the door, glancing inside. He saw Shoko and Satoru on the couch playing
games, Nanami sat on the floor in front of the couch, holding a red flag in one hand, and a
purple in the other. "You guys need anything?"

"No," Shoko said with an angry look on her face as she hurriedly, and meanly, tapped away at
the controller. She looked really concentrated.

"Fuck!" She hissed. Nanami raised the purple flag, indicating Satoru had gotten a point of
some sort. "You cheater!" She screamed, still tapping away at the controller hurriedly.

Satoru acted the same way too--as if he was really, really struggling against Shoko in the
game before them. He didn't say anything, keeping his attention glued to the TV.

Suguru shrugged, making his way back inside without another word or thoughts on their
actions. They did this often.

Suguru stuffed his hands in his sweat pockets, he put them on before coming down. He made
his way to the laundry room.

It didn't take for him to get there--and when he did, he leaned down, opening the dryer to
grab your clothes for you.

Suguru planned to make it quick--he wanted to spend as much time with you before the party.

But something lying on top of your bunched-up school uniform made his brow raise.

"Oh," He hummed, smiling softly. "A note."

Suguru easily swiped the small handwritten note from on top of your clothes. He pulled it
close, noticing some of the ink had been washed away.

He inspected it for a moment more. It was all folded up, so he couldn't see the contents of it.

And his eyes suddenly brightened when they landed on who it was for.

He hummed.

"It's for me."

 Chapter fourteen

°˖➴ You were so worried.

After you and Suguru took a quick shower together, he started acting weird. His replies
became shorter. He kept his nose buried in his phone. Not to mention how he's barely been
speaking to you.

Though, despite that, Suguru has still been touching you somehow all throughout the
evening.

Either with a firm grip on your waist, his hand intertwined with your own, or simply by
letting his hands warm your stomach from under your school shirt--he's been doing at least
one, if not all of those things.

You couldn't wrap your head around the sudden silent affection, though you shrugged it off.

Suguru was a sad boy in general. Maybe he was just having a bad day and needed your
warmth--your touch?

Yeah. You smiled to yourself lightly. Suguru is just a little introverted right now. That's all.

The sky was dark, overcast with the feeble, light glow of the moon up far above. You all were
on your way to the party now. Vanishing trees and lengthy telephone poles flickered through
your vision left and right, only to return an instant later. You let your eyes drift up to land on
the white moon, alongside the stars loitering close around.

Shoko was driving with Nanami on the passenger side. Suguru sat in the middle seat, with
Gojo and you on both window sides. You had your own rolled down to simply let the chilly
evening air blow across your face.

"Do you plan to drink, L/n?" Suguru's soft voice made you tear your gaze from the window
to meet his own. Suguru had let his head rest on your shoulder, his hand sliding down to
intertwine with your own.

He sounded a little down.

"Hm... Maybe?" You looked back at the window, your gaze delicate. "We need someone to
stay sober for a ride home."

"Nanami." Shoko and Satoru said in unison. The two started squealing and yelling about silly
jinxs while Nanami scolded Shoko to focus on driving. You ignored it though.

You sighed, closing your eyes. Your hand tightened around Suguru's and despite the cold air
fanning across you from the window, you still felt warm with Suguru close beside you.
"I brought a joint." He says, only loud enough for you to hear under the music that Shoko
was playing alongside Satoru's and Nanami's bickering. "You should smoke it with me."

"It's that or drinking?"

"Yeah," Suguru says simply. "Or... We can babysit Satoru."

"No thanks." You rubbed small circles on the skin of his hand with your thumb. Your voice
was low, a mere whisper. "We can smoke together. I'd rather just be with you for most of the
night... If that's okay."

"Mmm, good." Suguru hummed, leaning up from resting on your shoulder to turn to you. He
let his free hand raise to clasp both your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "I have a
question for you."

Suguru's voice was quiet, yet undeniably serious. His eyes were slightly low, and his
expression almost looked... Desperate.

"Hm?" You droned, never breaking eye contact with the boy. "What is it?"

Suguru's brows tightened. He looked deep in thought--like he was contemplating even saying
what he had on the tip of his tongue. You let your own hand raise up to softly brush a strand
of his hair from his face.

"Suguru," You caught his awareness. "You can talk to me... You know that, right?"

He nodded at you softly, his gaze averting, all as it melted into something hesitant and
miserable. He opened his mouth to speak--to finally get it off his chest--

"We're here!" Shoko suddenly beamed, cutting him off completely as she glanced in the back
seat.

Suguru looked at you for a moment more, his attempt to speak utterly broken.

Her eyes glimmered at the sight of Suguru holding your face. Shoko immediately pulled out
her phone to start snapping photos of you two.

"Awh! Love-birds! You two are the cutest!"

You sighed, though before you could speak up and talk to Suguru once more, he had already
let go of your face with a defeated look. "Never mind." He gave you a weak smile. "I'll tell
you later. When we're alone, it'd be better like that anyway."

"Oh... Alright." You nodded. "Thats fine..."

•~•

Everyone seemed to collectively hop out of the car the moment Shoko parked. It was in front
of a large house, no, a damn near mansion. The place was huge, and it was starting to make
sense as to why Naoya was such a jerk.
He was rich.

You had only ever been to his dorm, never his actual house.

The place may have been enormous, but you could barely process how many people were
there. It was packed. Students loitered even outside the house gate, either smoking or making
out with each other.

Suguru grabbed your hand without a single glance before following your group of friends out
of the car, all as they made their way over inside entrance of the place. Through a gate, and
then you're on the lawn.

And from there, the chaos only seemed to grow. The music grew louder, more people were
acting like fools. You and Suguru even had to step over some boy passed out on the lawn.

"Just ignore them," He assured you, pulling you a little closer. "We'll come across people like
him all night."

You cringed. "It is a party after all... Drunk slobs are a given." You mumbled, watching as
Shoko pushed open the front door for everyone to finally take a step inside the heart of the
party.

As soon as you stepped inside, an invading scent of alcohol mixed with pot clouded your
senses. It was suffocating--so much so, that you turned to Suguru to bury your face in his
shoulder.

The man briefly glanced at you, his brow raising, though he was just as quick to tear his
destructive eyes away from your figure, leading you off deeper and deeper into the booming
party.

You passed many people--dancing, drinking, smoking, making out--doing all kinds of
different things. Your eyes darted around trying to drink in the full ambiance of the party, but
there was so much to it. Music hazed your senses further, and despite the party being
jumbled, you felt secure holding onto Suguru's arm.

"Follow us if you want to drink guys!" Shoko stopped to turn and tell everyone behind her.
Satoru stood in front of you and Suguru, mindlessly talking to Haibara--which when did he
join us?

You were starting to lose track of things, now really only mindlessly following wherever
Suguru took you.

It wasn't long before the whole group was at a door, slowly entering a room one by one. You
turned up to Suguru, confused.

"Who are we meeting with?"

Suguru hummed, glancing over people's shoulders to look inside the room. His face turned
sour, and he pulled away to lean down, pressing his mouth to your ear so you could hear him
properly under all the music.
"It's Naoya. He asked for us."

You frowned. Tugging on his hand a little, you took a step back. "No... Suguru, let's go
smoke that joint instead." You sheepishly smiled, nudging him away from the group.
"C'mon..." You're practically begging him at this point."Let's hot box a bathroom."

Suguru merely looks at you, and you take it upon yourself to just sneak away from the group
and scurry off elsewhere, all hand in hand with Suguru. He didn't really have a choice in the
matter now.

He doesn't say a word as you urge him through the roaring crowd. Passing kissing couples,
drunk slobs, and even some familiar faces. You simply ignore them though.

You both reach the bathroom, but before you can reach for the knob to pull it open, it swings
open and out scurries a pretty girl--a freshman--tugging down her dress as if she's just sinned
within those very bathroom walls.

Following suit was none other than MeiMei.

The sight of both you and Suguru had seemed to stop her right in her steps. She was in the
midst of zipping up her pants, which only made you turn away with a small giggle.

She pulls up her zipper before hurrying over to Geto. MeiMei lays a firm hand on his
shoulder, alongside a stern look. "Not a word, Suguru. Not. A. Word."

Her demand for Suguru's pledge of promise only made you giggle more. Suguru smiled
awkwardly, averting his gaze. "Ah... Yknow... I'm kind of low on allowance, Mei. My loyalty
takes a lot to earn."

"Totally." You added on, all while trying to hold back a smile.

MeiMei glanced between you two one last time before she turned away with a sigh. "I'll
transfer four hundred to your account, Suguru. Half of it's for your girlfriend."

Suguru smiled in triumph. "Sounds like a deal to me, Mei." He waved her off before
wrapping an arm around your waist.

Suguru looked down at you for a moment, his once playful expression dying out into
something blank as he scrutinized you. Without warning, the man grabbed reached down and
firmly grabbed your both of your thighs from the back. "Jump." He mumbled lowly.

You didn't hesitant to jump into Suguru's hold, your legs wrapping around his waist while his
hands slid down to firmly hold your ass. You looked down at Suguru, your lips ghosting
across his own. He spoke no words, simply staring at you back.

Suguru said nothing more before opening the bathroom door and pushing you both inside.
With ease, Suguru sat you on the counter, but never left from in between your thighs.

"Y/n?" He whispered, leaning down so his face was flush in the crook of your neck.
"What is it?" You hummed, opening your legs a little for the boy, inviting him into yourself.

He reached back to pull something from his pocket. Suguru began to softly pamper your neck
with warm kisses, as if he were scared to lose you. He kissed you like he wanted it to never
end--like he found true warmth against your lips. He kissed you so delicately, so softly. It
made your breath hitch, your heartbeat fasten.

"Be truthful to me," He whispered out, his voice sulky with despair. "Do you love me?"

His question threw you off guard. But you were sure of your feelings, you had settled on
them already.

"Yes." You whispered without hesitation. "More than you think..."

Suguru had reached behind him, tugging something from his jeans pocket with ease. He
softly leaned away from your neck, just to have a full view of your pretty face.

You didn't know what he pulled from his pocket until he placed a joint in between your lips, a
lighter flicking on close to your face moments later. The red glimmer and orange overcast of
the flame illuminated your [dark/light] complexion, Suguru melted at the sight. You were so
pretty, but so delicate. Suguru could burn you in an instant, and you'd probably take it.

You looked like a dog in love. Just as him.

You never broke eye contact with the boy as you inhaled a drag; all while Suguru lit the small
toxic stick for you. He pulled it from your lips as you took your first hit, Suguru now letting
himself take a drag.

"Do you love anyone else?"

You coughed out the smoke a little, the roughness of your voice being covered up by the
music. "N-No?" You mumbled out. "Suguru, why? What's with all the questions about love?"

"I'm just wondering, Babe..." He spoke submissively, exhaling his own hit--he didn't cough
like you though. He handed you the joint to hold this time.

"Look..." He paused, his hands gripping the edges of the sink as he leaned in close once
more. You were taken aback by his sudden closeness, you simply sat there, looking at him
with your full attention. "You know I love you, right?" He handed you the joint.

"Suguru..." You spoke to him with a mushy tone, you could feel your heart melting at his
soft-spoken confessions.

"I really do, Y/n." He mumbles, letting you place the joint in between his lips, he takes a
quick hit. "...But somethings wrong."

Your brows narrow. His words don't bother you--nothing about them is alarming.

"What's wrong?"
Suguru leans in, brushing his lips across your own.

"I know your secret." He whispers softly. His tone is cold, blunt, and serious. Even beneath
the loud music, it didn't falter to make your blood run cold. "Do you want to know how?"

What?

Your breath hitched, and you could only sit there with Suguru standing in between your legs.
Your breathing fastened. Your hands started to even shake as you held the joint.

You laughed nervously as Suguru pulled away slowly, simply to look at you.

"W-What are you talking about? A secret--"

And then, with ease, the man pulled free a letter from his pocket. You immediately shut up at
his words.

Suguru took another step back, his eyes narrowing. He asked once more, this time a little
colder.

"Do you want to know how, Y/n?"

He grabbed his phone from his pocket.

"H-How?" You managed to push out, your voice trembling.

Suguru seemingly ignored you, only lending you a brief glance as he began dialing a number.

You were melting under the confusion. Were you caught? What was Suguru referring to? You
watched him as he took a hit from the joint with a bleak look, all while he had his phone
firmly pressed to his ear.

After a moment of loitering silence, Suguru finally spoke up.

And his words only made you panic more.

"Yo, Satoru," He hummed, eyeing you with a bitter look. "Come to the upstairs bathroom.”
 Chapter fifteen
Chapter Summary

The letter.

°˖➴ Dear Suguru,

I never would've guessed that you liked me... Your drunken confession threw me off guard. Is
that why you teased me so much?

If it is... That's pretty lame of you. You know that, right?

I'm just joking. It doesn't really matter at this point...

Because, well, I don't feel the same way.

To be truthful, Geto, I hate you.

I hate your crooked smile. Your horrendous posture. The way you look at me.

You understand why, right?

It doesn't matter if you do or not.

I know you won't struggle to find the person who's ideal for you.
I'm sorry to tell you that the person you're looking for just isn't me.

I can't be that person for you, Geto.

My heart is reserved already.

For Satoru.

You'll understand, right?

Please, take my rejection lightly. Take it and carry on with your life, forget about me.

And maybe stop teasing me too?

Heh. Thanks.

Sincerely Y/n <3

 Chapter sixteen
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Two Months before the present.

°˖➴ "PRETTIEST GIRL IN SCHOOL?"

Suguru knew his answer in an instant, of course he did. He asked himself this very question
often, and confidently declared the same answer every single time.

"L/n." He said simply, his gaze glued to Satoru's ceiling--which was covered in various kinds
of posters. Some of women in bikinis, others of random Jpop groups. Suguru's mind drifted
for a mere moment, he asked himself, how did Satoru even get them on his ceiling? He
brushed it off quickly knowing his best friend was an enigma itself. "What about you?"
Suguru hummed in a low and soft tone. "Who do you think the prettiest girl in school is?"

Satoru on the other hand was uncertain. He wasn't like Suguru, someone who thought so
deeply about impractical things.

"Ah... Well, you're right," Satoru sighed, his arms crossed over his bare chest lazily. "I guess
Y/n."

"You guess?" Suguru droned. The two both lay on Satoru's dorm floor, mindlessly talking.
Satoru didn't have a dormmate, everyone who's even been paired with him has requested for a
new room. This leaves the spare bed open most nights and Suguru, often or not, finds himself
staying with his best friend on the weekdays. It was convenient.

"Yeah," Satoru mumbled. He paused for a moment, and as the silence floated for a slight
instant--it was cut short by Satoru's sudden giggle. "Man, did you see the look she had on her
face today? I'm pouring water on her after gym class every day from now on."

"It was priceless..." Suguru couldn't help but mindlessly agree, closing his eyes as he thought
back to it all. You chased around both him and Satoru for a good twenty minutes, simply
trying to spray your own water on them. In the end though, it didn't matter as you didn't stand
a chance of catching up to them. Suguru shook it all away quickly, a sudden pang of guilt
running down his spine.

"Maybe we should start being a little nicer." Suguru suggested.

"Hm?" Satoru's brow quirked. "Whys that?"

"Well..." Suguru threw his leg over his other knee, all as his face crinkled in thought. "I just
want to start getting a little closer to her... I need to become friends with her before I make a
move."
"Unless she hits on you first--"

"Impossible." Suguru blew out with a quick shake of his head. "She's not that kind of girl."

"How would you know?"

...

"Because I stalk her."

Satoru snorted. He didn't take him seriously one bit.

"Yeah... Yeah... What, ever." Satoru sighed heavily, pausing after a small moment. "Hey,
Suguru."

"Hm?"

The air around the two went silent for a small juncture, the only thing scarcely sweeping past
their hearing was their shallow breathing. It was just Suguru and Satoru in this moment,
gossiping like girls in love. Maybe that's what made the moment indescribably special--they
held no shame.

An eternity passed, and Satoru finally spoke up.

"I think I like Y/n."

Suguru's expression didn't waver. The words being spoken to him didn't throw him off guard,
make him jealous, or even bother at all for a matter.

He was simply curious.

"Is that so?" He droned, an inkling of amusement behind his tone. "What... Do you like about
her?"

Satoru's bottom lip got caught in between his front lip as he thought sincerely.

"I guess... Well... Hm..." Satoru was stuck. His brows were knitted, and his face was flushed
with perplexity. "... My answer wouldn't be much different from your own."

"Nonsense." Suguru insisted with a small laugh. "Please, tell me. We see the world
differently, Satoru. That includes faces, and people."

Satoru grunted at his words, moving a hand up to rub his snow-white locks. The feeling gave
him an odd comfort, the softness soothing the ends of his fingertips. He did that thing again,
where he got really silent when he thought.

"Truth is," Satoru grumbled. "I don't have a clue." He paused. "I'm sorry, Suguru... I didn't
want to fall in love. But at some point, I started staring for a little longer, and when I did, I'm
sure I saw exactly what you do."
Satoru paused.

"Ah. Shit, wait. What do you see in her, Suguru?"

"It'd take hours to explain."

That earned a chuckle from Satoru.

"Id listen to every minute of it, I can lie."

In the moment of silence the two shared following suit, Suguru couldn't help but think, what
a tragedy. Two best friends in love with the same girl? He should feel pissed, shouldn't he?
His heart didn't flush with such sentiments though, rather, it felt warm at the idea of giving
you as much love as possible.

Would his love alongside Satoru's be enough? Poor Suguru was getting ahead of himself now.

"Yo, Satoru," Suguru tilted his head as he closed his eyes. "Do you think there's a chance...
She'd ever like us both?"

Satoru shrugged.

"Can't say." He murmured; a sudden underlying hint of curiosity edged his voice. His interest
was piqued at the idea of sharing you. "Damn... Now you got me thinking about romantic
shit." Satoru scratched his lean stomach with a bored look. "... Shut up, Suguru. I don't like
feeling all mushy."

Suguru chuckled at his bickering. He sighed after a long moment.

Maybe it was Suguru who was really the enigma. Such a heart as pure and open as his own
could be a curse in disguise.

"We can hope for a blessing like that, right?" Satoru added on, his tone a little desperate. He
turned his expression so It buried into Suguru's shoulder, muffling his voice barely. "And...
No hard feelings?"

Suguru briefly glanced at his best friend, a small smile dreaming on his lips.

Suguru believed dearly that the human heart was capable of loving more than one person at
once, and in that moment, a new dream was comprised. Suguru yearned for the day that he'd
get to bask in the delicate warmth of both his long-time darling and his dearest best friend.

"No hard feelings, Satoru."

°˖➴ "Come to the upstairs bathroom."

If you weren't already quivering from the idea of being caught already, his quiet invite made
your spine shiver then and there abruptly. Suguru ended the call quickly. He shoved his phone
in his pocket, his eyes meeting your own for the slimmest moment. Was this really
happening? Was Satoru really coming here, too?

You were terrified. Panicked. Embarrassed.

So fucking embarrassed.

Suguru read the rejection note.

You had to tell yourself once again to actually believe it. Suguru read the rejection note. Now,
this would be okay if it was just a typical, heartfelt, and maybe even bittersweet kind of
rejection letter.

The note you happened to write though... It meandered far from sweet.

You were damn near heartless with your words.

"S-Suguru..." You swallowed the lump in your throat, your vision was starting to grow hazy
due to the hemp now coursing through your veins from the joint you both shared moments
prior. You remained seated on the sink counter, begging Suguru merely with your eyes to
hear me out. "Please... Don't make Satoru come in here. I-I can explain--"

"What's there to explain, L/n?" He said simply. Suguru could read you like a book, the way
you were so unmistakably timid. Worried for the moment when Satoru will really show. "I've
got a pretty good grasp on the situation... I knew I sensed something going on between you
two."

"Nothing is going on!"

"Don't you dare lie to me." He mumbled, taking a sudden step closer. Suguru unfolded the
note, flipping it around to show you your exact regrets. "Because you wrote it yourself...
Your heart is reserved for Satoru." He whispered. "What more could that mean?"

"That's the thing, Suguru." You were on the brink of crying, there was a tremble behind your
words. "It means nothing. It's old--my feelings, they've changed--"

Your words die down into nothingness the moment Suguru laughs, cutting off your frantic
voice. They lowered at the sounds of his hysterical giggles. He was laughing, as if he found
this funny.

Fucking hell. He can't be serious.

"That's it?" He hums, and after what feels like an eternity, he finally makes eye contact with
you. His cheeks were slightly red, and his expression was entertained. Did he find this
amusing? "Its that simple?"

He takes a step closer.

And then one more.

And the moment he reached you, he didn't hesitate to welcome himself in between your
thighs again, clasping both your knees to pry open your thighs and stand in between. You
leaned back at the sudden closeness, even turning your expression to the side with a shame.

"Look at me."

You didn't. You couldn't. You wouldn't.

"I said look at me." His eyes were wide, yet his tone was low.

He was relying on Satoru at this point. He knew he'd get some kind of insight then. But from
you? A snowball's chance in hell.

You still didn't look at him.

As if you did, you'd break then and there. The tears threatening to spill would explode--you
were already losing your composure at a rapid rate.

He hummed, curious at your weak attempt to dismiss him. Suguru reached out, grabbing your
face and forcing you to look at him.

"You're so bratty," He huffed under his breath before continuing. "Babe," He whispered out
softly. "Why did you lie to me?"

Suguru leaned in. Your breath couldn't help but hitch. You didn't know what to say, you didn't
know if you should move. Your heart was beating too fast, and you could barely process the
fact that you had been caught.

"I didn't." You managed to croak out, your eyes brimming with slight tears. "I-I don't like
Satoru... I swear--"

"You're doing it again?" Suguru cut you off, loosening his hold on your cheeks. He let his
hands glide up to wipe the stray tear that fell from your face. "Stop that. You're too pretty to
cry... Now," He hummed. "Just admit it. Admit that you love Satoru. "

Suguru wasn't stupid. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger to some degree...

You wouldn't have had sex with him if you didn't.

Of course, he believed your words.

But only to an extent.

"B-But I love you too!?" You desperately spoke. "I really do, Suguru--I swear--" Your voice
broke.

He hummed in satisfaction. "And you'd do anything for me, right?" He leaned in narrowly,
nuzzling your neck slightly--tempting you with his lips brushing across your skin barely.

The hemp was clouding your mind.

"I'd do anything for you, S-Suguru." You whined, widening your legs a little for him. "Don't
leave me... P-Please--"

"Shh...." He let his hands slide down, firmly gripping both sides of your waist. Suguru let his
forehead rest against your own. "I'm not leaving you, Baby." He assured you. "I just want to
try something, mkay?"

You looked at Suguru utterly confused--like a doe caught in flashing headlights. What was he
talking about?

Does he mean try something with Satoru?

"Try... What?" You asked hesitantly.

Suguru paused. His words stopped coming. His grip on your waist loosened for a small
second. And without warning, he tugged away slightly. He wanted to see you fully, your
glossy lips, glossy eyes too. Suguru arched a brow, and he couldn't help but smile lightly at
the sight.

You looked different from when you two first started talking.

When did the tables turn? When did you stop squabbling against him and his touch?

When did you start forgetting that Geto Suguru was your bully?

"My loyalty takes a lot to earn, L/n." He blew out, his eyes drinking in the sight of your
disheveled appearance. "You know that, Princess."

"Anything." You hastily said, chewing on your bottom lip. "Just tell me, Suguru. What do
you want me to do? I can handle it, I-I swear."

Suguru's hands rubbed away at the sides of your hips gently, a touch that spoke no anger nor
hospitality. Your back arched slightly within his hold, your eyes meeting his as you waited
for his proposition.

Suguru's eyes drift to scrutinize your plush lips, he doesn't hide his shame either. He looks at
you so bitterly, yet undeniably enticed. As if he wanted to kiss you, but at the cost of his very
life.

He was amused. Deeply.

"Well... Lets just see what Satoru thinks about it all." You feel Suguru dig his nails into your
waist barely, your eyes widened and your breath hitched at the uncomfortable sensation. How
was his touch so unforgiving, yet his words were as sweet as honey? "After all, you like him,
right?"

"S-Suguru, what do you mean--"

The bathroom door opened, the music flooding in with the swing of the door.
"Suguru~!" Satoru whined with a pouty look, quickly shutting the door behind him. "Naoya
is looking for Y/n--"

Satoru grinds to a complete halt.

Suguru glances at Satoru, his demeanor changing. He was still so close to you, practically in
between your legs, though seamlessly, without warning he heaved away.

Stuffing his hand in his jacket pocket, he smiled barely before raising the note to show it to
Satoru. "Look what I found."

"Ah." Satoru's brow arched as he snatched the note from Geto's grasp easily. "I was
wondering when you'd catch on... It took you long enough--"

Suguru flicked Satoru on the forehead, grabbing the note back from him with a gentle glare.
"So you did know? You should've told me, Man." Suguru shook his head in annoyance.
"Asshole." He tsked.

"Nah." Satoru sends you a quick glance, a smirk dancing along his lips. "My silence made it
funnier, right? I knew you'd figure her out somehow. No hard feelings." Suguru paused.
"Yknow... Y/n, I would've ended up telling Suguru anyway. Or are you genuinely a foolish
girl? Did you really believe I'd keep quiet?"

Suguru followed Satoru's gaze to land on you.

You were so confused. So lost. So... Horrified.

"Y-You're not mad?" You mumbled, glancing between the two. "Stop acting so casual about
this--I-Its odd."

They remained silent.

"Damnit! S-Satoru isn't so innocent either, Suguru!" You were starting to crumble under the
tension, the perplexity. "H-He's just as guilty as me--"

"Calm down." Suguru cooed. "Why would I be mad?" He asked, genuinely puzzled.

Satoru stuffed his hands in his pockets before making his way over to you. "She's a silly girl,"
He sighed, reaching you. Satoru tilted his head, his fluffy white hair swaying alongside the
movements, all whilst he removed his glasses barely. He gave you that same shit-eating grin
that made you want to screech. You hated it. You hated how it made your blood rush so bad.
"We wouldn't let someone like you get through the likes of us. Heh. You're his girlfriend, L/n.
I'm in his best friend." Satoru's tone turned rather... Cruel. "We are not on the same level,
don't you understand?"

Your expression, once that of misery, had melted into something annoyed. "What does that
mean? Satoru... F-For once, just shut the fuck up--"

Satoru was brisk to silence you, reaching up to clasp your throat slightly. He leaned in,
ghosting his lips against your own, and the second your lips briefly met his own, the strangest
thing happened. Your breath hitched, and you widened your legs barely for him.

Cherry.

Satoru's cherry-flavored Chapstick was just a breath away from you--he smelt so good, so
inviting.

"That's enough, Satoru," Suguru seemed to cut in, appearing on the other side of you.
Without warning, he let his hands slide up from beneath your knees upwards to clasp both
your thighs. "Let's try not to confuse her too much. Let's take this slow..."

What.

"Y/n," Suguru whispered out, inclining in close. His breath smelled like mint. You leaned in a
little closer towards his direction, your eyes low.

Suguru hands were roaming beneath your skirt, running along the sensitive parts of your
inner thighs as while he never broke eye contact.

You hadn't even noticed Satoru began to softly pamper your neck with gentle kisses until he
started nibbling your skin softly--causing your hips to squirm with a soft gasp.

"To be truthful, I'm kind of delighted you happen to like Satoru." He whispered softly, his
thumb brushing up to skim your soaked panties. He touched you with so much care--as if he
were scared to hurt you. "Does this mean we both can enjoy you? Can you take us both?"

What the hell was he talking about, and why did it sound so right? Your resolve was starting
to slip, and you could feel yourself growing enticed by both of them.

"S-Suguru..." You were speechless. Your mind was blank.

Never mind the note. Suguru seemed to barely care about the harsh spoken words within your
sinful confessions. He hadn't an ounce of consideration to your words, the faded ink. That's
all it was at this point. How could he ever possibly believe that you didn't love him?
Especially with that vulnerable look on your face. He'd believe what he's seen.

And he knows for certain that he saw how you looked at him when he fucked you
relentlessly. It wasn't a simple fling--you two were infatuated with one another.

Suguru wouldn't let this go, not over something as silly as this. Hell. He wouldn't even deny
that this seems like the blessing him and Satoru were looking for. He aims to please you, and
if you wished for Satoru to join your dirty lovers' quarrel...

Who was Suguru to oppose?

"So... Y/n..?" He hummed, curling his finger to hook onto the edge of your panties, just
barely tugging at them. "I know this is sudden and all... But me and Satoru would like to ask
you a few things."
You try your best to stay composed and collected, but it's getting so very hard. Gojo wouldn't
stop littering the sensitive, exposed skin of your neck with messy, warm kisses. The tingling
warmth that kept attacking your neck sent waves of need all throughout your body, wreaking
havoc and yearning for nothing more than to be satisfied. Satoru shamelessly giggled through
it all too, as if he expected this to happen.

This smug asshole.

"S-Sure." The quiver in your voice betrays your wish to act causal like them. It made Suguru
huff out a hum of amusement. The guilt and confusion still loitered in your heart, but a part
of you felt relieved--- relieved because was there hope for more?

Just as you wished for the silly charade to end, could this possibly be the point where you
could pursue the more?

"Just a few." Satoru purred out, nibbling your neck softly.

Fuck. Had they planned this? You didn't even want to know, but you hated knowing that a
part of you was enjoying this---being confronted in such a devilish way. They had no shame...

So why should you?

"You'll answer with a simple yes, or, no." Suguru explains softly. "We won't yell, Baby...
We're all just trying to talk this out, figure out where our hearts are, yeah?"

"Yes." You answered without hesitation. Your bottom lip gets caught up in your front teeth,
you can only lean back, your eyes sliding between Satoru and Suguru---who were both
dangerously close to you. Satoru traced the soft skin of your collarbone with one hand, all
whilst Suguru taunted you with his hand stuffed in between your thighs.

They both seemed pleased at your words. Gojo leaned away from you a little, even letting his
hand glide down lower to fondle your breast. "Suguru, what should we ask her?"

He was so nonchalant with his touch, and you're so consumed in the way Satoru groped, and
even looked at you, that you failed to notice the intense and needy stare Suguru was sending
your way. "To be honest, I've been wondering quite a lot."

"Me too." Suguru hums. Without warning, Suguru grabbed your chin, moving you to meet
eyes. "Let's start off with how you feel."

He slyly smiled, tilting his head to the side as he let his thumb brush across your lower lip,
stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Do you like us both, Y/n?"

Suguru's gaze was tugging away at every single moral you had set for yourself. You couldn't
hide the way Satoru's sudden kissing made you melt, gasp, and shiver. Of course Suguru saw.

He didn't seem to care though, and above all, that's what threw you off guard. You were
starting to assume he...
"Yes." You uttered out, never breaking eye contact with the boy. "I'm speaking from my
heart, S-Suguru---"

You were immediately silenced by Suguru pushing two fingers inside your mouth. He only
smiled at you.

"Did you hear that, Satoru?" He droned, looking at you as if he were on cloud nine. Like you
were his own personal drug, and he couldn't get enough of you. "She likes us both."

"How cute." Satoru mewled out, dropping down to his knees. With utter ease, he hooked both
your legs over his shoulder, smiling up at you stupidly. "So, Suguru," He hummed, putting
his head under your skirt to mess with you. "Are you two really dating? You never told
anyone officially."

Suguru shrugged, pulling free his fingers from your messy insolence to plop them into his
own mouth, tasting your essence for himself. "I dunno." He admitted. "You're my girlfriend,
Right, Y/n?"

You moaned suddenly, slapping your hand over your mouth as you felt Satoru place a long
puppy lick to your already dampened panties, even making sure to apply the slightest amount
of pressure to your clit. Your hips stuttered, and your wide-eyed notice shot down to Satoru,
who face was buried beneath your skirt.

"Y-Yes--ah--" Your eyes rolled as he did it again. It wasn't enough to send you off the edge,
or have you gushing for more--though Satoru wasn't aiming to make you cum. He just
wanted to get you real hot and bothered first.

And he was succeeding.

Suguru took a step back, smirking down at the sight. He knew better than anyone that it was
wrong to flush at the picture before him. His best friend nearly eating out his girlfriend, but
Suguru liked it. His pants tightened, and he swore his face felt hot. He didn't like it.

No. He fucking loved it.

He took the pleasure in welcoming himself close again, smiling softly. "What about Satoru?"
He teased, placing his mouth against your ear. "Do you want to date him too?"

"N-No--ngh--" Your eyes went wide with a sudden gasp. Suguru had lifted your skirt, finally
giving you the chance to take a look for yourself.

Satoru was looking up at you with a dumb smile plastered across his face, firmly holding
both thighs over his shoulders as he lapped away at your messy pussy, even with your panties
still on.

"Oh?" Suguru chuckled, his hand gliding up to slide under your shirt to squeeze your breast,
sliding your bra to the side to messily pinch your hardened nipple. Suguru couldn't get
enough of your pretty, perky tits. He wished his hands were on them 24/7. "Satoru isn't a man
that you should deny." He tsked. "Don't you like him?"
Your eyes were wide, your thighs were trembling, and fuck. What the hell did Suguru just
whisper to you? You were on cloud nine, in a world of pure bliss, and Satoru wasn't showing
any mercy as his tongue lashed away at your puffy clit.

"Don't stop--" You whine, reaching down to grab a fistful of his white hair. You whimper,
your hips twitching at the feeling. You rolled them forward, even nudging his face deeper
into your thighs so he could give you more. He wouldn't though, whenever Satoru felt your
legs tighten around his head, he stopped tasting you, leaving you to grind against his face
with a fleeting feeling for more.

He smirked against your cunt. "Is that a yes?" Satoru nibbled your clit through your panties
lightly. Your hips stuttered and you whimpered softly.

More. More. More.

"S-Suguru--" You moaned his name despite Satoru having his face in your cunt. Your eyes
glided over to Suguru, brimming with tears as you chewed on your bottom lip. "Please, S-
Suguru."

"Isn't she cute, Satoru?" He laughs, pinching your nipple harder. "She's begging for me."

Satoru groaned lowly in response from in between your thighs, the veins swelling through his
biceps bulge as his grip tightened around your thighs. Opening your legs with an undeniable
strength, Satoru pried them open merely to stop you from trying to shut them around his
head.

You squeeze your legs harder, and as much as your lips pampered with the darkly delicate
name Suguru, Satoru was still the one drawing such pleasure from you.

Satoru groaned, pulling away from your cunt completely, all with one last simple lick though.
A choked-out whine left your lips the moment his warm lips heaved away from your pussy.
Your eyes glanced down to meet Satoru's, but before you even got the chance to fully realize
his motives, he stood from his crouching position to pull you in for a nasty kiss.

"Taste yourself," He reverberated in the kiss. Satoru had both his muscular arms caging you
in as you sat on the sink. "Dirty Girl. You like this, huh?"

Suguru still stool close by pinching and squeezing your nipple from beneath your
[shirt/sweatshirt] eyeing the whole interaction. His cheeks were red, and he was doing
nothing more than simply trying to control his boner.

"S-Shut up--" You managed to breathe into the kiss, pulling away after a mere moment. "Just-
-"

"Y/n," Satoru's voice didn't waver, and for a small moment, the seriousness behind it made
you uneasy. His tone was thick with desire, dripping with solemnity however. "I love kissing
you."

You didn't want to admit it, but shit, so did you.

"You're so sweet," He smiled, his hand sliding from your knee upward. "Everything about
you is so sweet. It's intoxicating."

You averted your expression the moment you felt him begin to tug at the waistband of your
panties. "Satoru... J-Just make me--"

"Cum?" He cut in, leaning forward. He tilted his head a little, smiling dumbly. "Why should
I?"

"B-Because--"

His lips were pressed to yours in an instant.

And you did nothing more than kiss him back hungrily.

"Your bitchy attitude," Satoru whispers in the kiss, pulling away slightly to glance down
below you two. His hips were so close to your own, he could lay his hard member flat on
your soaked panties if he really wished. He restrained himself though. "You're insane,
confusing, daring. A total fucking gamble. Nobody knows what you'll do, or say." He pulled
away just to place a quick peck to your lips once more, all whilst he plunged two fingers deep
into your cunt. "It's taken me a long while... But I've decided those are my reasons for liking
you, Y/n."

"S-Satoru... I..." Was he confessing? "... You looked better on your knees."

Satoru smiled at your flustered comeback. He hooked the back of his free hand around your
neck, curling it around the back of you to force your expression a little close to his.

You were dazed, confused, but desperate. You felt like a touch-starved whore, leaning in for
any sort of affection.

You didn't even care at this point. Not if it was from Suguru or Satoru.

"Did I?" He droned, curling two fingers inside your wet cunt. You tried to bite back the smile
of bliss he managed to draw from you, but failed utterly. "You're the only woman I would get
on my knees for."

"G-Good--" You gasped, your back archer. Your heart swiveled and your hips stuttered.
"Satoru, please..."

"Suguru," Satoru's breath was warm and heavy, stagnant and stuffy with adrenaline. He
broke eye contact only for a mere moment."Touch her clit like this."

Satoru had your skirt hiked up exposing your soaked panties. Suguru briefly glanced at your
soaping cunt, and within seconds, he didn't hesitate to lay two fingers on your puffy clit and
rub slow circles. Your attention shot over to Suguru, who was sloppily fingering you.

You couldn't handle it.

Not if they didn't stop looking at you like that.

 "Y/n," Suguru called your voice out gently, nothing more than a low whisper. "One last
question."

"W-What is it?" You're on the verge of losing control, and your body feels like it could be
pushed over at any moment. Satoru didn't stop his relentless fingering to your hole, in fact, he
fastened his rhythm. Suguru kept his slow and soft circles to your clit, never breaking eye
contact with you. The orgasm was forming low in your stomach, and you could only sit there
helplessly shaking.

"Do you want to be with both of us?"

You choke on your own ecstasy, the bliss was too much to handle at the words. Something in
you... Simply snapped, and you were thrown over the edge. Hastily at that.

Your walls tightened around Satoru's thick fingers, he doesn't stop fucking you with two of
his digits though. "Fuck," You hear him grunt under his breath, his eyes glued to your messy
pussy. Your body trembles, your eyes roll, and you can feel the orgasm crash into every
sensical part of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, riding out your orgasm under the touch of both your
bullies.

"Y-Yes!" You whimpered out, not really thinking about your answer.

"Need... B-Both of you!“

Chapter End Notes

wowie. 5k words? im drained guys. 😭🙏 i might unpublish and rewrite this chapter
wholly though. apologies in advance if i change the plot unexpectedly.
 Chapter seventeen
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

°˖➴ Dance.

The only thing you could fully comprehend right now was that you just wanted to dance so,
so bad. Everything was hazy, dazed too, as you made your way through the wild party.

You followed Suguru and Satoru out of the bathroom mindlessly after you three... Did
whatever that was, only to find yourself in the kitchen, high as fuck, then off to down at least
a few gulps of what tasted like vodka.

Suguru mentioned babysitting Satoru, though the two really should've been babysitting you.

After that, you managed to slip away from the two without them noticing. You did mention
you weren't drinking tonight... But you were too high to memorize your already-made
choices.

And here you were now, pushing through the bubbling groups of giggling faces, simply
taking in the atmosphere of the party. You had a foolish, drunken smile plastered across your
face as you looked around, searching for the heart of the party.

The living room.

The very moment you stepped foot into the living room, your breath hitched. Your red eyes
gawked at the decently large crown dancing along to [ Enter choice of song ] that was playing
in the background.

Your eyes glimmered as you eagerly looked at everyone and everything. You hadn't even
noticed your feet move on their own, carelessly strolling through the large area, eyeing the
ping-pong table in the kitchen. People dancing all around the living. Some even smoking on
the couch, or drinking. It was insane.

You hadn't took notice of anything. Not until your face bumped directly into a broad chest.

The person glanced down at you with a hum of amusement, their brow arched. You rubbed
your eyes, trying to clear your vision.

"Y/n." If you werent high, and wasted, you would've recognized the voice instantly to belong
to Naoya, but right now, you were near blackout drunk. "I've been looking for you."

"You have?" You mumbled. "Mmm. Okay." You paused, your eyes squinting as you took in
his appearance.

And for some odd reason, you could only see Satoru standing in front of you.
You quirked a small smile. "Let's dance." You griped, an obvious slur to your voice, all while
leaning in to encircle your arms around his neck. You inclined in closer, your lips ghosting
across his own, your warm breath tickling his nose.

"Y/n?" Naoya's jaw clenched the moment your chest was suddenly against his own. The
moment he could faintly smell both alcohol and pot bleeding from your insolence. "You're
drunk." He mumbled eyeing you bitterly. "You're wasted."

You giggled, tilting your head to the side with a sheepish smile. "I am not!" You began to
sway alongside the music, chewing on your bottom lip. "Just dance with meee!"

"No," Naoya grunted, his low eyes glued to the movements of your waist, simply watching as
you forced him to sway alongside the music. "Pull yourself together."

His words conflicted with his actions utterly, he couldn't help but place a hand on your hip,
pulling you a little closer.

"S-Shut up, Toru." You hiccuped under the vociferous music.

"Toru?"

You flushed your face in his chest, your eyes peeking through to meet his own.

"Toru." You slurred out once further. "I hate you. I hate you so much..." You stood on the tips
of your toes to be on par with his face, everything was so dizzy, your eyes went low. "But I
kind of love you. Mmmm hehe. A little."

This was gold. Utter and pure gold. Naoya shook his head with a low chuckle, his other hand
that held a beer suddenly shoved it off for someone else to hold.

Naoya sneered as he pulled free his phone from his jeans.

"Y/n," He softly called out, pressing record as he focused the camera on your face. "Who do
you love?"

"Toru." You mewled out with a hazy smile. "I love Toru. A-And Suguru—-I love them both
—-"

Naoya's shamelessly laughs.

"Do you now?" He droned. "One isn't enough, huh? You just need both?" Naoya wondered if
your slurred-out voice would even catch on the video over all the loud talking and music. He
still carried on though, nevertheless.

"Yes. I need them... S'bad." You paused, averting your intoxicated stare. "I'll tell you a
secret..." You hushed out with a serious look. "At f-first I hated them both, did you know
that? They're—-"

"Shows over, Asshole."

In a matter of moments, Naoya's phone was plucked free from his hands, and you were pulled
away from being flushed so close to him.

It was Satoru and Suguru.

Naoya smirked as he eyed the two, taking a step back. "Finally decided to come get your
pretty kitty? She's been purring for me all night." Naoya smiled, observing you hungrily.
"You might want to put her on a leash. Wouldn't want her to get lost."

"A leash might be a bit much..." Suguru murmured under his breath the moment you nuzzled
up close to his own chest, smiling up at him when he pulled you away from Naoya's arms.

You looked so drunken...

But so flipping cute.

Suguru was melting, averting his gaze, doing anything to try and process your sudden
drunken affection. His cheeks even dusted into a light crimson red.

"We are." Satoru glared, quickly deleting the video from his camera roll before tossing the
phone back to Naoya. "And we'll be leaving. Right now."

Naoya watched as Suguru urged you off elsewhere, the words, let's get you some water and
fresh air, from Suguru dangling around alongside the music. Satoru didn't follow just yet.

He stayed. Merely staring at Naoya.

Naoya tilted his head, glancing between the fleeting image of you and Suguru, and then
landing back on Satoru. "What's going on with you guys anyways?" He paused, his tone cold.
"I find it weird she's spouting about loving you both?"

Satoru's expression doesn't waver. "Don't." He suddenly smiled. "Don't even pay any mind to
it. Just keep your nose stuck in Fushiguro's ass like you always do, okay?"

Naoya scoffed, watching as Gojo turned away and left the booming living room fully. His
eyes narrowed before he swiped open his phone.

Naoya unexpectedly smiled.

"Ah." He hummed, swiping through his camera roll to check his recently deleted album—-
which Gojo didn't delete the photo from. "What an Idiot."

Naoya couldn't help but smirk, all whilst he backed up the video up instantly.

•~•
°˖➴ Why was it so cold?

You could feel your thighs trembling beneath the thin, mesh tights glued to your legs. Both
you and Suguru stood in front of Naoya's house gate. You were too intemperate to question
why—-truthfully, all you could manage right now was following Suguru. You looked up at
him, which he had his eyes glued to his phone.

"Hey." You huffed out, leaning into his side a little. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get us a ride home." He mumbled, briefly glancing at you with a small smile. That
explains why you're waiting on the sidewalk. "You need to lay down for a while, get some
rest."

"No, I don't." You huffed out. "I want to dance—-"

"Yes." A swift voice interrupted behind you both, cutting through the cold air with ease. "Yes,
you do. And with me."

You briefly glanced behind you only to catch Satoru shutting the gateway. You instantly
smiled before making your way over to him.

"Toru..."

"Toru?" He hummed, letting his hand hold your waist the moment you were close enough.
"That's a new one. I must admit... I've been favoring Shitoru.""

"No." You argued. "Toru is *hiccup* better. I use it in my head all the time."

Your words made Satoru grin. He tilted his head, leaning in a little closer. "Cute."

Suguru made his way over to you two, stuffing his phone in his back pocket. "Are you guys
okay with staying at my place tonight?" He hummed. "I can make us something to eat. We
can chill and watch a movie or something—-"

"Suguru!" You suddenly piqued up, heaving away from Satoru's hold to rush over and pull
him in for a hug. "What will you make?"

Suguru blushed barely the moment you rushed over to encircle your arms around his neck.
He groaned.

"Whatever you want..."

"I want to dance."

"Eh—?" Before Suguru could fully comprehend your question, you pulled away once more
to move over to Satoru. "Toru, dance with me!"

Suguru couldn't help but avert his expression with a small giggle. Satoru eyed you with a
stupid look, all before giving his best friend a delighted look.
 "She must be quite the lightweight." He snickered. "I like drunk Y/n. She's a sweetheart."

Your desperate whines and pleas for Satoru to dance with you echoed through the cold,
empty atmosphere. People still littered around, but none of you paid them any mind.

Suguru couldn't help but stroll over to you two, placing his hands on your waist from the
behind to hide his face in the crook of your shoulder. Your chest was flushed against Satoru's,
and now your back was pressed to Suguru's chest. You smiled, leaning into both their
embraces with soft, intoxicated giggles.

"Y/n," Suguru spoke softly against your ear, catching your drifting attention. "We promise to
stop teasing you... As long as your good to us."

Satoru cut in. "That means no more running off with that Zenin jerk, mkay?"

You only nodded alongside their words happily. The air around you three seemed to warm up
slightly, or perhaps it was how you were sandwiched in between the two, you couldn't tell,
and frankly didn't care.

With unspoken words still floating around, and alcohol running through everybody's ravaged
hearts, Suguru still knew with certainty that he cherished both you and Satoru deeply.

And that he'd do anything to protect your guy's happiness.

Chapter End Notes

author is ready for their relationship to just flourish already

also,

thank you for all the interactions, comments, and overall love you guys have been
showing this story. its much appreciated and makes me so happy. <3
 chapter eighteen
Chapter Notes
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°˖➴ The atmosphere was tranquil.

It was different from the night prior. The air was clear, and the room was silent. The milky
clouds painted the light blue sky outside welcomely, though this was only visible through a
tiny window in the small room.

Near a king-sized bed, there rested that single window, which was slightly stretched open
allowing just the tiniest noises of chirping to float in through the small crevice, alongside
small gusts of wind every now and then. Sitting on the very rim of that window was a photo.

It was of Suguru and Satoru.

You felt a pair of arms lazily slung over your waist, hooked around and holding you tightly
with your chest flushed close to their back. Your legs intertwined with yet another person
beneath the bedding you all slumped under.

The small blusters of the world outside made your breath hitch. Your eyes slowly blinked
open.

You were met with the peaceful, unconscious complexion of Gojo Satoru.

Not to mention the light breathing from Suguru, whose face was hidden in the crook of your
shoulder from behind.

Something strange was at play. You weren't annoyed, nor nervous to be greeted with the boy's
dazed face. You were simply curious, and even weary.

Satoru's eyes, then and there, fluttered open slowly. His blue sights met your own instantly.

You didn't move, you didn't even look away. You didn't know why, but you felt focused on
his silent and hooded eyes. Only them.

"Good morning." He spoke groggily, his voice gruff and rough from the recent sleep. "How
did you sleep?"

You yawned slightly.

"Ugh, shut up, Satoru." You mumbled, rolling your eyes. "Your kindness is making me want
to throw up."

He gave you a playful pout. "What happened to the sweet Y/n I knew last night?"

"God, please don't bring her up." You groaned. "I barely remember anything..."
Satoru laughed softly, closing his eyes gently as he did so. "You know you like it... So accept
it. Just this once." He groaned a little, then stretched, then slyly pushed his complexion a little
closer to your own. "I'm trying to understand how Suguru feels, you know?"

"Not really." You whispered out, melting even deeper into the covers and arms of who you
could only assume was Suguru. "How does he feel?"

You both sounded so tired, so drained, but neither of you cared. The casualness of it all made
your head hazy further, but why question it if he wasnt?

"I mean... Like," Satoru sighed, pausing to think. "He's such a softie for you. You see it, too,
right?"

"... You want to start acting like that...?" You nudged the question further. "Awh. Satoru.
You've finally decided to start treating me like a human being?"

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes with a drowsy smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your
cheek. Just when his lips made contact with the skin of your face, he unexpectedly bit the
skin of your cheek. It was a simple love bite. "Fine, Princess. You win. I won't stop."

A love bite it may be, you still squirmed with a small yelp.

And... You maybe giggled lightly, too.

"S-Stop what?"

"Teasing you."

"Satoru—-!" You tried pushing him off gently, but he only began pampering your face with
more nibbling kisses. Your nose. Head. Cheeks. Neck. Satoru was kissing you everywhere he
possibly could. "S-Stop, you'll wake up Suguru—-"

"He's a heavy sleeper." He cut you off. "He won't wake up for another hour. I've been hearing
him snore since I was fifteen. Trust me, I know."

And one last time. Satoru then placed a soothing kiss on your lips. It felt foreign from the
others, it felt delicate.

He finally calmed down, still lying at his side while he met your expression—-being only a
mere inches away from your delicate skin, your plush lips, those pretty—-

"Uhm... So." You quirked, catching his dazed and drifted attention. "Can you fill me in on
what happened last night? My head still feels heavy." You've been itching to know, but a
headache pouring within your already jumbled sanity made you groan.

Last night.

What exactly happened last night at Naoya's party? You remember bits and parts. It's all still
a misty blur nonetheless.
You remember being fingered by Satoru and Suguru. You remember Satoru declaring his love
in an awfully strange way. There was also a brief remembrance of dancing, or something to
do with dancing at least.

Satoru sighed, like he was dreading this conversation. "A lot." He admits, his voice sobering
up from his somnolence at the mention of the previous night.

"You were a star."

Your heart dropped, and as you were rubbing your eyes softly to wake yourself up, you
paused.

"Gojo," Your tone was already a warning. "What the hell does that mean?"

He smiled cutely, digging half his face into the pillows as he peaked at you. He's such a
shithead. You didn't have the nerve to put up with his sly antics right now, not when he was
teasing you.

He sighed dramatically. "How bad do you want to know—-"

"Satoru!" You whined with a pout, scarcely slapping his bare shoulder. "Just tell me." You
didn't question why he was shirtless, mostly because you didn't care.

"Give me a kiss and I'll tell you." He huffed out, leaning in to wait for his kiss. As if he knew
you'd accept instantly.

...

Satoru was right, of course.

You placed a simple kiss on his lips, pulling away quickly to give him a serious look. "Now."

He sighs. Like he was annoyed.

He wasn't.

He was just sleepy.

"Where should I start?" Satoru droned, his eyes drinking in your messy appearance from head
to toe. He'd savor it—-Its rare for him to ever see you in such a state.

"Well." He paused. "You were all over Naoya—-"

"What?" You cut him off, melting even deeper into Suguru's hold from behind you. "When? I
have no recollection of this."

"After we had our fun in the bathroom, we all went downstairs to drink. You decided it would
be a great idea to go do your own thing..."
"Oh." It was starting to make sense to you now. Drunk Y/n was easily the worst version of
you. "Oh..."

She was reckless, insane, and flirty.

"Oh indeed." He groggily mumbled while simply staring at you. "Drunk Y/n was even
recorded confessing—-"

"Satoru?!"

"What!" He raised his shoulders with a pouty defensive look. "Naoya was the one who
recorded. I deleted it though, so chill out."

You could only manage to give him a bitter, tired look.

"Really?"

Your tone wasn't convinced at all.

Satoru's soft and drowsy expression shifted into something annoyed. His hand, which was
under the cover, slid to pinch your thigh barely. You yelped softly at his touch, all as his
expression remained stoic.

"Does it make sense, Y/n?" He hummed, his eyes narrowing. His hand that pinched your
thigh slid up slowly, passing your waist, and then your stomach, and lastly your chest. All
before his fingers could enfold around your face. The moment they could, Satoru raised your
complexion to be on par with his own. "Do you genuinely think I would let Naoya bully you
without stepping in? Isn't that my job, Sweetheart?"

You could feel your heart fasten slightly at his words.

"Satoru," You blew out. "Half the time, I don't know what to expect from you. I can't answer
that."

He rolled his eyes at your words.

"You were blackout drunk, Y/n." His voice was smooth, straight, cold even. Satoru leans in
barely, his eyes lowering as he simply marvels at you. "Believe me when I say this," Satoru's
tone had shifted into something soft. "I wouldn't ever let a single person lay a finger on you
without consequences."

You wouldn't admit it, but his words made your body tingle.

"But... People touch me all the time?" You taunted.

"I will bite you again—-"

"O-Okay, no!" You giggle lowly, melting impossibly deeper in the covers. "Please don't. I
understand what you mean..."
 "Good."

Satoru let go of your face, his hand sliding past your entire body to rest on your thigh. He
was lying fairly close to you wrapped up in Suguru's arms, so it was easy. You were acutely
aware of his hand placement, though felt a sense of warmth at it.

"Anyways." You hushed out. "Should we wake up Suguru?"

"Nah." Satoru mewled out, closing his eyes. "Let him sleep. Let's just... Keep talking like this
for awhile, okay?”

Chapter End Notes

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 Chapter nineteen

°˖➴ "Fuck detention."

"Stupid ass teachers." Satoru added to your low, annoyed statement. "We did nothing wrong.
Why do we have to go?" He whined, throwing his head back to look up at the sky as you
three--Suguru, Satoru, and you--all walked down campus.

It was Saturday, and you all were on your way to detention, or whatever this ridiculous
punishment was supposed to be.

Sitting in a library for hours doing nothing, seemingly. Was this even appropriate for you two
at your age? Probably. Principal Yaga did have a certain, authentic way of teaching, so the
idea of you three being in college didn't matter to him whatsoever.

Though this time would be different from your last visits.

The first reason being, Suguru insisted on coming.

The second, you and Satoru were--as you assumed--no longer running on bad blood.

You two haven't really talked about your latest lovers quarrel, the note, nor anything to do
with the once-fuming animosity between you two.

Things were... Weirdly normal.

And a part of you just wanted it to stay that way.

"Because," Suguru mumbled, his hands stuck in his pockets. "You two stole something from
campus. A punishment was bound to happen. Either by the school, or the law. I think you two
got the easy way out—"

"Stop acting innocent!" You snapped, lightly smacking the back of his head. With a heavy
sigh, you folded your arms over your chest. "Its not like I'm complaining." Your tone was
dripping with arrogance. "Ive been needing to cram in some studying in anyways. Now that
my schedule has finally opened up a little, I can do just that." A proud smile couldn't help but
form on your lips.

"Oh, please." Satoru huffed out, glancing down at you with a humorous look. He made sure
to not let you drift from their presence too far. "You're being forced to study. We all know if
you had today off, you'd spend it doing nothing—"

In a matter of moments, you fetched an object from your bag and harshly threw a book you
brought right at Satoru's head, all with pinched eyebrows and an annoyed look. He doubled
down, caressing his cranium with a pout.
"Shut up." You warned. You've told Satoru those exact words too many times over, it was
starting to give you a headache. "I'm not in the mood for your tongue, Satoru."

"You were the other night—"

Satoru was abruptly cut off by you harshly kicking his shin. He hissed, taking a step back.

He blew a raspberry at you before running down the path of the campus.

"God damn, woman!" He screamed as he sprinted away from you, still amused nonetheless.
"You really do abuse me, huh?" He giggled rushing off from you two completely.

With an annoyed, yet obviously impish expression, you made an effort to chase after him--
though the sensation of someone unexpectedly clasping your wrist ground your attempt to a
complete halt.

"Y/n," It was Suguru, no surprise. "Let him get his energy out... He's been worked up all
day." He sighed, giving you a pleading look. "Walk with me?"

The look of annoyance was wiped from your face in a matter of moments. You gently tugged
your hand free from his hold to then interweave your fingers with his own seconds later.

You really liked Suguru.

You liked Satoru, too.

Though they both gave you warmth in their own ways.

And you cherished that.

"Of course." You softly smiled up at Suguru. "Are you sure you want to come...? It's going to
be boring, and I doubt Mr. Yaga will even let us talk--"

"I insist." He cut you off. "I have nothing else going on today. Just look at it as studying. I'm
only joining you and Satoru to study, okay?"

A frown drew to your lips. He already made up his mind, you couldn't do much to convince
him otherwise.

"If you say so..."

•~•

"I have an important meeting to attend at noon, meaning I won't be present to supervise
today." A Professor and the Principal, Yaga, announced as he stood before you three sitting at
a single wooden table. Tall shelves of books surrounded from every direction, there was even
a second floor to the building littered with seats to study in, though you three were on the
first floor near a counter where people would check out books. The library was quite large,
even a few other students were lounging about merely to study.
His eyes drifted, landing on Suguru. "Suguru," He spoke sternly. "I trust that you won't let
things get out of control?"

He smiled warmly at the teacher, his posture straight for once. "Of course." Suguru let his
chin rest on his palm, smiling, eyes shut tight against the mirth. "I do so every day."

"Not true." Satoru humphed.

Principle Yaga sighed before he suddenly perked up. "Well... Just to be safe," He grumbled
and then called out. "Utahime." He clamored sternly, however not too loud to disrupt the
peace of the library.

It was only a matter of moments before a girl appeared right next to him. The first thought
you had when taking in her full appearance was she looked pretty. No. Scratch that. She was
insanely adorable. Perfectly plucked eyebrows, an outfit that screamed goody two shoes. She
held a clipboard close to her chest, all with a rather stoic expression. Her features were soft,
and her hair was tied into two different sections--only her long bangs--with two red bands at
the ends. You hummed, letting your cheek rest on your palm.

"Utahime will, too, keep an eye on you three." He paused, his eyes darting between you and
Satoru. "Especially on you two."

You huffed out a sigh, letting both elbows rest on the table as you averted your gaze.

"I told you, Satoru wanted--" Before you could reply, Satoru jabbed his foot into your ankle
from below the table. Hissing slightly, you glanced at him with a fuming expression.

However, he was acting as if he had never done it. Simply smiling at Yaga and nodding
alongside his words.

Asshole.

"If that's all, I'll be taking my leave." The older man grumbled, turning around to take his
exit. He paused, glancing over his shoulder one last time. "You keep a good eye on them,
Iori."

He was talking to the Utahime girl.

She nodded with a devoted look, and with that Principle Yaga left.

"Utahime~" Satoru called out from his desk, catching her attention. She didn't look too
pleased at the call, her brows knitted as she tried to fight back against a small glare. "You
should cover for us. Let us leave for the day, please?"

She averted her gaze with a scoff. "No." She mumbled simply. "Im not going against
Principal Yaga's word." Utahime turned her back on all three of you. "I'll be checking in on
you every thirty minutes. I have work to do."

"Work?" You cut in. "You work here?"

Utahime shifted barely to look at you. Unlike gazing at Satoru, she seemed to look at you a
little softer. "Well... Yes, technically." She hummed. "I'm not getting paid though..."

"What?" Satoru chimed in with a look of amusement. He almost found the words funny, a
little pathetic too. "Then you're volunteering?"

"No." She snapped back with a sharp tone. "The school offers work to students who can't
afford dorm rooms, or the ones who live too far away. In return, we get a place to stay near
campus. Principal Yaga set this system up ages ago--how are you not aware?"

"Because I don't care." Satoru nonchalantly replied, throwing his legs over the desk as he
leaned back--balancing the chair on only two of its legs. You eyed him nervously, wondering
just when he'd fall back. You kind of hoped he would fall, just for a laugh. "And frankly,
never will. Anyways, get lost now, dont you have 'work' to get to?"

Utahime scowled at the white-headed boy, all before twisting on her feet to grab a cart of
books nearby. She placed the clipboard on top of the moving cart, all before she gave you
three one last look.

"Thirty minutes." Was all she said before strolling the book cart off and away, disappearing
deep into the tall shelves of the library.

You all sat there in silence for a small moment.

That was until Suguru stood up.

"Let's walk around." He droned, rising from his seat before stuffing his hands inside his
pockets. "We can come back every thirty minutes."

"What if she passes by?" You mumbled, tilting your head barely. "I don't know. I don't want
to get in any more trouble--"

"Nonsense!" Satoru was out of his seat in a matter of minutes, making his way over to lay
both hands on your shoulder. He started massaging you lightly. "Loosen up." He taunted.
"Let's have some fun."

"Im tired of your guy's kind of fun."

"No, you're not." Satoru countered. "Yknow, you can act cold all you want..." Satoru leaned
down, his mouth ghosting your ear from the behind. The warmth of his breath made you
shiver, not to mention, you could practically feel him smirking against you. "But we all know
how hot you get because of us."

You lowered your gaze, chewing on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to speak, but
before you could, Satoru suddenly bit your ear.

You recoiled away from him, giving him a look of terror. "What the hell?" You snapped,
finally standing from your seat. "What is with you and biting?" You glared, making your way
over to stand next to Suguru.
Instantly, he placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you off deeper into the depths of
the wide library. Satoru frowned from afar, watching as you both began to leave him there.
You both could hear him whining about it, but simply ignored him.

You added to your sentence. "Does he bite you too, Suguru?"

He sighed. "All the time."

 chapter twenty

°˖➴ Both Satoru and Suguru were certain you hadn't a single clue how distracting you were.

They couldn't help but admire you whilst you extended your hand upward, reaching for a
book high up on one of the many shelves in this library. Your brows were pinched in
annoyance. You couldn't reach it, even if you stood on the tips of your toes.

After listening to Satoru bicker endlessly about you two leaving him, he immediately
accepted your apology with a quick kiss. Leading up to where you three are now—-
mindlessly wandering about the library, sneaking around, and simply hoping you wouldn't
run into Utahime.

You wouldn't admit it, but you were having fun.

"Babe... Do you need help—-"

"No." You cut off Suguru quickly, chewing on your bottom lip. "I can get it, I swear."

Suguru frowned.

Satoru tsked.

"Shes too stubborn." He sighed, making his way over to you. "It's annoying, honestly."

Without warning, Satoru came up from behind you, placing on firm hand to your waist. You
parted your lips to snap back an insult, though you were abruptly cut short by Satoru pulling
you closer, purposely rubbing himself against you.

"It's okay to ask for our help, you know?" He teased, easily extending his hand up to grab the
book you were reaching for. "Rely on us for once."

You frowned at his words. Satoru handed you the book, though never let his grip to your
waist waver. He gently inclined down, just to press his lips to your neck. He wasn't kissing
you though, merely allowing the softness of his lips to brush across your sensitive skin.

"I don't need to rely on either of you." You huffed out, closing your eyes as you tried to deny
how his touch made your stomach flutter, your heart fasten. "I can take care of myself."

Suguru cut in this time, moving over to lean on the bookshelf close by you two.

"Ive already had this conversation with her, Satoru." He frowned, his eyes drifting to take in
the picture of your body flushed with Satorus—-back to his chest. "It's pointless to pursue."

Suguru suddenly smiled.

"She did say she'd take care of me though."

"Oh? Really now?" Satoru's grip tightened to your waist. You could only lower your gaze to
the floor. You were starting to get hot—-you could feel Satoru's everything scarcely rubbing
against you from the behind. "Will you take care of me too, L/n? Pretty please?"

"N-No." You huffed out, attempting to wiggle free from his grasp. "I don't need to take care
of you, Satoru."

He sighed, a small pout coming to his lips.

"Can you start calling me Toru?"

You went silent for a moment. Your eyes narrowed, though you could feel your body growing
needy. You hated how much these two affected you, how easily they could toy with your
body and get any reaction they wanted.

Though... You liked being teased by them. Secretly, of course.

"Toru." You spoke softly, giving in to his plea. "I think we should get back now... Utahime
will be checking on us soon—-"

"It's only been ten minutes, Princess." Suguru cut you off with a condescending grin. "We
have plenty of time to fool around."

Satoru giggled, nibbling your neck slightly. "Yeah... Let's fool around." Satoru pushed his
hips into your ass from the behind, his fingers digging into your waist. You could feel the
roughness of his grip even through the cloth of your skirt.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, your hand that clasped the book began to tremble. Shit. His
embrace was really starting to get to you.

Suguru found the scene amusing. He merely stood aside you both, leaning on the bookshelf
while gawking at the sight of his bestftiend rutting into you from the behind. Suguru had to
bite his bottom lip slightly, fighting against the smirk that was threatening to draw onto his
lips.

"S-Satoru—-" You pushed your ass a little further into his bulge, and the moment you did,
you heard his breath hitch with a whiny giggle.

"Suguru~" He turned to smile at Geto with red cheeks. "Look. She's moaning my name now."

"I-Im not moaning—-"

Satoru suddenly snapped his hips against your own harshly, your body pushed against the
bookshelf, specifically your chest. You were buried between the the two—-the shelf and
Satoru. His eyes fell into something hooded and his lips parted barely with a breathless gasp.

After a long moment, Satoru chuckled softly as your defiance. "You will be, Babe." He
mumbled, leaning down to nibble at your neck. "Suguru." Satoru hummed.

"Hm?"
Satoru began to softly grind his hips against your own—-and all you could do was lean
against the bookshelf, your gaze lowered as you fought against the the small mewls of
excitement every time Satoru humped you.

Satoru bit his bottom lip mid-smirk. For a small moment, he had forgotten you both were in
public, though such a worry was quickly covered up by his careless attitude.

Satoru would fuck you right here if he could.

He was a gentleman though.

He finally spoke up, and the words he uttered made your body shiver. You could feel your
panties dampen at the words, your stomach dropped in a heated excitement.

"Lets take this to your car.”

 chapter twenty one
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

°˖➴ You couldn't deny Satoru and Suguru, even if your life depended on it.

They don't even have to ask to know how you feel. Especially Suguru—-he read you like an
open book. You always had a steady mind, keeping your thoughts in check, though when it
came to fucking, alongside Suguru and Satoru, your mind went blank—-filled with nothing
more than intoxicated need.

You all three sat in the backseat of Suguru's car, and you couldn't help but fiddle with your
fingers as you kept your gaze glued to your lap.

They dragged you away from the library, and off to the backseat of Suguru's car after Satoru
dry-humped you like some depraved hound for what felt like an eternity. It was taunting,
teasing.

Satoru couldn't help himself though—-not when you looked so pretty today, simply for
detention. He was obsessed with you, in every way someone could be obsessed. He loved the
way you did your hair, your glossy lips, and especially the way your eyes twinkled every time
you looked at him and Suguru. He knew he didn't deserve a doll like you, but Satoru was
selfish and needed you.

Shit.

Satoru's jaw tensed, his mind was dashing, and he couldn't stop thinking of what was about to
happen.

Him. You. And Suguru.

Satoru sat on your left, his legs opened in a manspread with his arm slung over your shoulder.
Suguru sat on your right, eyeing your flustered expression as he toyed with the hem of your
skirt.

You were so nervous. You felt trapped, though in the best way possible. Your heart swelled
with temptation, beating the fastest it ever had, and for a small moment, you were almost
scared they could hear, too.

The way your thighs chafed together softly made it obvious you were hot and bothered
though. So hot and bothered.

"She's so cute when she's embarrassed." Satoru chirped, tilting his head as he drank in the
sight of your shy demeanor. "This isn't the Y/n I know."
"Stop being so crude, Satoru." Suguru moved his hand to hold your inner thigh, rubbing in
between your legs lightly. You shut your thighs around his hand, which only made him smile.
"You're right though... I do love this version of her."

"We're gonna get in so much trouble for leaving..." You huffed out, briefly glancing at Satoru.
"You're taking the blame."

"Fine by me." He shrugged, smiling stupidly. "A small price to pay for your pleasure,
Princess."

He meant every word, Satoru would do anything for you—-though you hadn't a single clue of
his long-listed devotion. As of now, he's nothing more than a bully who's somehow wiggled
his way into your love life.

Though the thrill...

Shit. You had to chew on your bottom lip, the butterflies wouldn't stop invading your
stomach.

"I have an idea." Suguru suddenly droned, tilting his slightly. "I want to watch you two."

Your heart dropped, and then fastened a mere moment later.

"W-Watch us do what?"

He chuckled lightly.

"Fuck, obviously."

Oh shit.

You turned to look at Satoru, your gaze apprehensive, yet there was an underlying hint of
curiosity—-need.

They both saw that all too well. Satoru was mesmerized at the idea, the bulge in his pants
made that apparent, alongside the shit-eating grin he wore.

Fucking you in front of Suguru? Watching you be fucked by Satoru?

A dream come true for the both of them.

No. Better than a dream. Heaven itself.

"What do you say, Babe?" Satoru asked, his arm that was slung over your shoulder slid down
to hook around your waist, forcing you closer. "You gonna let Sugu jerk off to us?"

You didn't answer immediately, letting your gaze fall back to your lap. "Okay..." You softly
mumbled, moving your timid sights to meet Suguru's. "I... Im really nervous."
His expression softened barely, all before he reached out to clasp your warm cheeks,
directing them to look at him.

"He'll be gentle. He'll fuck you like the good girl you are, I promise. And I'll be right here
through it all." He cooed. "Right, Satoru?"

"Mhm..."

"See?" He leaned in barely, his lips ghosting across your own. "Don't be shy... Show him that
slutty side I know."

Your breath hitched, and your eyes couldn't help but go low.

The idea of it all was tantalizing, it was eating you from the inside to out. You've had sex a
few times before... But a threesome?

You were in for a treat.

Suguru licked his lips, his hooded gaze trailing down to land on his bulge, his breathing
erratic. He blushed slightly, all before cracking a small smile.

"Go on." He urged in a low whisper, letting go of you gently. You ogled Suguru as he began
undoing his belt. His movements were shaky, desperate—-like he needed to watch your
cream all over his best friend's cock.

Fuck. Even thinking about it made Suguru ache, in so many more ways than one. His heart
swelled at the idea of you all being together, doing these things together. His cock hurt to be
constructed in his pants, he wanted nothing more than to watch your face contort in pleasure,
your brows arch, and maybe even spit dripping down your chin.

With a wavering, enticed expression, you briefly glanced at Satoru.

Your trembling hands slowly slid up to unbutton your blouse, you never broke eye contact
with Satoru either. His expression was bleeding with cockiness. He let his hand slide up to
slightly pull his glasses down to watch you entirely. He tilted his head, smiling stupidly.
"Pretty Girl." He spoke truthfully, his voice raspy. "Gonna look so adorable stuffed full of
me. I've got you taken care of, Baby."

You had it undone, messily throwing it to the floor of the car. Now it was Satoru who began
to unclip his belt from his uniform pants.

Swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, your hand softly fondled one of your tits in
urgency. You were getting really worked up.

"All fours." Satoru lowly instructed. "I want you facing Suguru."

"Please." Suguru cut in, his voice desperate. "Im so hard right now, Satoru. Hurry up."

"Nah," Satoru smirked. "You can wait. This isn't about you, we're taking this slow."
He frowned. But didn't spit back a protest any further, as Suguru knew Satoru was deeply
correct. This was about you, and only you. Your pleasure, your ease, and your heart. All for
you—-their pretty, doting girlfriend.

At his words, Suguru scooted more to the right until his back was against the car door, giving
both you and Satoru space the space you needed.

Hesitant with your actions, you shifted, moving to get on all fours, your ass in the air, whilst
facing Suguru—-who was only a mere feet from you. Your breasts spilled out of your bra,
your skirt slightly lifted.

You were in nothing more than your skirt and tights, however, more than anything, you
wanted to discard them. You wanted Satoru's hands all over you, groping, kissing, and
fucking you. Even the mere thought of his veiny, enormous hands touching you in places he
shouldn't make you want to drool.

He was so hot.

"Ah." The car shifted slightly, and in a matter of moments, you felt a muscular grip on your
waist from behind. "She forgot to take her tights off."

You whined, your elbows resting on the seat of the car with your everything exposed to
Satoru from the behind.

He was smiling stupidly, his intoxicated sights glued to your ass hidden under your stockings.
A sudden taunting demand washed over Satoru—-he wanted to rip a hole in them, get rid of
them as fast as he possibly could. Lowering your head as you arched your back was all you
could do in such a moment.

"That's fine." He hummed. His fingertips were like fire against your skin, shooting tingles
throughout your skin with even the slimmest movements. You felt Satoru glide his hands
around your waist, hiking your skirt up before grabbing your tights with both hands. "I'll buy
you a new pair, Princess. Promise~."

It was in an instant—-you heard tearing behind you and seconds after, the feeling of cold air
kissing your bare ass.

"Fuck..." Suguru laughed lightly, palming his hardened cock through his pants, which he was
still yet to free himself from and give in to his longing. "Y/n," He uttered your name in a low,
guttural grown. "You're so hot like this... So stop hiding your face."

"S-Stop that." You hushed out, your eyes meeting his own. "Just pull it out already..."

Suguru smiled arrogantly, still rubbing the obvious swelling in his pants with hunger. "Pull
what out?"

You chewed on your bottom lip, propping yourself up on your elbows barely.

"Your cock."
You swore you saw hearts in Suguru's eyes at your words. Who was he to deny your wishes?
He'd do anything for you, and Suguru made that apparent more than often.

With ease, he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just below his waist to ease free his
sore, red cock. Suguru gripped the base of his shaft, pumping it a few times as he got
comfortable where he was.

"I could cum just by looking at you two," He admitted through a strangled breath, slowing his
pumping. "Look at what you're doing to me, Y/n." Your breath hitched as you eyed Suguru,
who slowly and softly jerked himself off. You felt your face feel warm—-your stomach
churns.

Satoru giggled softly at Suguru's words that exuded nothing more than a depraved want.
"You're always so quick to cum, Sugu." He taunted. "It's almost embarrassing."

Suguru whined at Satoru's degrading.

He wanted you both so badly.

You could see it in his hooded gaze.

Your eyes drank in the sight before you—-just a mere feet away. For a juncture, you wanted
nothing more than to crawl over to him and please him. Make him feel good, whine,
whimper, and even moan, surely because you knew he would.

He was always so loud, so vocal. He couldn't control himself. Though both you and Satoru
found that insanely cute.

Suguru didn't want that though—-no—-he simply wanted to watch. Scrutinize his pretty
girlfriend being fucked silly by his best friend, both of which he loved dearly.

Satoru slid your panties to the side, forcing your body back a little against his own. He was
teasing you. That's all it was—-and you knew that for certain the moment he placed the tip of
his member at your entrance.

"Y/n," You couldn't stand how pompous his tone was, speaking in such a way—-Satoru knew
precisely just how much he made you ache, and he didn't hesitate to use it for his benefit.

Teasing you was superior.

Both in the classroom and behind doors.

A starved whine left your lips, it was all you could manage as a reply. Suguru, from in front
of you, slowed his pace, running his finger over his slit to spread his precum around, using it
as natural lube.

"Say it."

"S-Say what?" You whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear.
"That you're in love with me."

You whimpered, trying to push himself into you. He 'tsked' at your attempt, grabbing your
hip forcefully with one firm hand, stopping you completely.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Remember that promise I made you?" He warned. "Im
already all worked up... You wouldn't want to make this worse for yourself, huh?"

You all knew the worst was divine—-that Satoru would enjoy ruining you in such a slutty
way. He'd have you begging, crying even. His stamina was something to gawk at, though you
were coming into this utterly clueless.

"I love you." You whispered out, meeting eye contact with Suguru. "I love you both so
much."

Satoru chuckled loudly at your words. He was so satisfied, and horny. Your voice sounded
nothing brief of utopia to the two, and little did you know, Satoru wore a shit-eating grin as
he let his cock messily slip in between your folds, your slick coating his hard cock. "Atta'
girl."

Pressing just the head of his dick inside your soaping cunt, Satoru moaned dirtily. And you
thought Suguru was loud... Though Gojo made it obvious he wasn't shy with what you did to
him.

He had to, after all. It was all he could do—-show you with his voice just how good you
really made him feel. How much you made him shake, groan, even whine.

You never broke eye contact with Suguru as your brows arched at the feeling of Satoru just
barely pressing into your pussy. Suguru though, his face was contoured in nothing but
pleasure. His breathing was low, and his eyes were dropped, all as he teased his member
slowly.

"Satoru, please," You breathed out, begging for him to fully fuck you. You wanted more—-
everything felt too raw and hot, your arousal was at its peak.

"I like the way you beg," He says, his cock hardening impossibly more. Satoru let one hand
slide up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back lightly. You whined.
"Remember when you called me a bully? Gonna really bully this pussy." He laughed,
pushing into you a little more. "Beg me to fucking ruin you."

You were irresistible. Was all Suguru could think at this moment, watching as Satoru taunted
you ruthlessly.

He wasn't surprised—-he always saw Satoru as the mean type. His views didn't waver at the
thought of his meanness showing in bed either, and oddly, Suguru enjoyed seeing him tease
you.

His cruel words, his tough grip on your hair, and the way he had full control over you only
sent electrifying tingles straight to your clit. "Please, Toru." You helplessly pleaded. "Please."
Fuck. You knew exactly what you were doing with the nickname, and Satoru understood that.

"More." He growled.

"P-Please, fuck me—-"

Your voice drowned out into a depraved moan the moment Satoru fully pushed into you,
renewing the action to slam into you once more. He moaned loudly at the feeling.

You whimper, your eyes close as the sway of the car seemed to increase with Satoru's every
mean thrust, his cock forcing into you at a rapid pace. Blood drums in your ears, and maybe
even your face, but shit. You had to real sense of reality.

Only how good Satoru was making you feel. That's all you could process.

"Open your eyes," Suguru murmured from across you. The moment you did, you were met
with the sight of Suguru jerking himself off with blazing cheeks, matching his hand-fucking
with the pace Satoru had set to your weeping cunt. "Look at me."

You chewed on your bottom lip, tears swelling in your eyes from the feeling. "I can't-—"

A slap to your ass made you made your lurch forward with a delirious moan. It was harsh and
violent, it sent yet another surge of excitement straight to your clit. "Don't be bratty." Satoru
hissed, fastening his pace. You doubled down, simply trying to keep up with the pleasure he
was pulling from you. "Look at him, Y/n. Watch him as you take me."

Suguru laughed, squeezing his cock with a delighted moan. "Next time, you're taking us both,
Princess." Suguru droned, fastening his hand-fucking. He hissed under his breath, his gaze
moving to land on the sight. "Fuck." And just as quickly, it shot back up to you.

You whispered out, "I-I can't take it—-"

Another slap to your ass. Satoru gripped your hair, forcing you up to flush your back against
his chest, the rhythm he set never wavering.

"I don't care," He laughed, slowing his pace to gaze down at the thick, messy, white ring
forming at the base of his cock. "Holy shit, Sugu." Satoru hummed. "She's soaked. Bet her
panties are dripping."

"She's such a slut." Suguru added in. You could only keep your hands to your chest, your jaw
dropped with tiny, sweet mewls of excitement rolling from your mouth. "Say you're a slut,
Y/n."

"I-Im a slut!" You gasped out, forcing your hips into Satoru's, hoping he'd pick back up with
his mean fucking. He laughed right against your ear, shuddering at the need laced in your
movements. Despite the cruelty of his words and actions, there wasn't an ounce of fear, no
lingering anxiety, like you enjoyed this more than anything. And fuck. It drove him to near
madness—-his cock twitching inside you. "F-Fuck, I'm such a slut for you two—-"
"Yeah, you are," Satoru giggled, yanking your head back against his shoulder, his pace
affixing quicker than any of the prior moments. His lips found their way to your neck in an
instant, nibbling at your sensitive skin. "So slutty."

The coil in your stomach was getting closer to snapping, especially if Satoru didn't slow
down—-and by the looks of it, he didn't plan to. The sounds of balls slapping against, what
was exposed of your ass, echoed throughout the car, alongside moans, whines, and groans.

"Im close," Suguru warned, fastening his jerking off. A sheen layer of sweat across his
forehead, somehow making him hotter. "Fuck her harder, Toru."

He silently obliged, grabbing your hips impossibly tighter to fuck you with more of a rough,
controlled pace. You could feel your thighs trembling as Satoru wouldn't let you double down
back into the doggy position.

"M-Me too!" You whined, swallowing hard as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your
head. Your knees bucked, and a strangled moan left your wetted lips. A sudden fire exploded
in your abdomen, growing brighter with his every jab. "T-Toru—-"

Once again, your words slipped into a depraved moan the moment Satoru spilled his seed
inside your cunt unexpectedly. He felt your pussy squeeze him, throb even, and the feeling
itself made him moan directly against your ear.

Your hips jerked and twitched, and for a small moment, your vision blurred—-filled with
tears and pure ecstasy. You merely took it, shaking with a strangled moan as your own earth-
shattering orgasm crashed over you.

Suguru felt so hot, his eyes lowering into something desperate as he picked up his pace at the
sight of you creaming over Satoru's cock.

Satoru felt like he was in heaven—-the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him felt close
to divine. You were his muse, his pretty little muse, and with every chord he toyed with, his
heart seemed to swell with a little more of love.

No. Not even love. You were somehow so much more than just love to the two—-you were
fucking bliss itself. A walking embodiment of temptation.

You doubled down, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you fully collapsed into the comfortable
seat of the car. Satoru giggled, eyeing the sight of cum leaking from your messy cunt. Suguru
breathed heavily, still jerking himself off.

His back arched a little, and you looked up only to see his brows pinched, his eyes shut
tightly, and in a matter of moments, a white substance was shooting out from his cock,
covering most of his hand. His movements slowed, his eyes slowly falling open.

Silence overcame the car for a small moment, the only sound being everyone's heavy
breathing.

That was until Satoru suddenly spoke up.

 "Fuck," He gasped out, grabbing your skirt to wipe off the slick covering his cock. "You
terrify me, Y/n."

His words confused you, though you didn't move from where you were lying.

"Why...?"

"Because you drive me insane," He mumbled out, leaning down to hover over you—-only to
press a delicate kiss to your head. "Im scared of what I'll end up doing for you."

You giggled softly at his words, "You're so stupid... But I love you." Moving your gaze to
look at Suguru, even propping yourself up on your shoulders.

"So..." You mumbled out, tilting your head slightly.

"Want to have a turn, Sugu?”

Chapter End Notes

how the FREAK can a smut chapter be 3.5k words long?

anyways, author stayed up way too late writing this, though i hope you enjoyed it
bootiful humans <3
 Chapter twenty two

°˖➴ Suguru was out of breath.

He was quick to zip up his fly as he climbed the two steps leading into the convenience store,
the door already swung open letting him walk in with ease. He didn't spare a single glance at
the two girls standing behind the cashier, strolling past them to make his way further into the
small shop.

He could hear them whispering and even giggling though. He caught a brief whiff of what
they were talking about.

"Omigosh, look! It's Geto—-how does my hair look?"

He utterly ignored the two. Suguru hadn't the energy to fuss over a couple stupid girls—-not
when you were his top priority right now. You and Satoru.

He pulled his phone from the back of his pocket as he began walking down the aisles,
glancing over to get what he needed.

Condoms.

Birth control.

Some candy.

New tights.

All of which you and Satoru pleaded for after another long and messy session in the backseat
of his car. This time, Satoru was forced to watch-—and he could barely keep his hands to
himself. He somehow managed though.

Satoru pleaded to stay and clean you up, so he had no other choice but to run in and grab
everything you all requested. The small convenience store wasn't far from where you guys
were parked, so it wasn't a bother for him.

He sighed, pausing to look through the various kinds of candy displayed before him. He
grabbed some chocolate and gummy bears before moving on to the next aisle.

After ten minutes of loitering around, simply trying to find everything he required, Suguru
didn't have an ounce of shame as he made his way to the counter. Placing everything before
the two girls with a bored look.

"Suguru?" A soft female voice made him look up from rummaging through his wallet.

It was one of the cashier girls.

He still had a bored look as he hummed, not really caring that she used his first name. It
wasn't the end of the world—-though he was a little nauseated by it, discreetly hidden
beneath his bored stare.

"You're dating that L/n girl?" She droned, tilting her head. "Isn't she also in love with Gojo?
Or do you all have some weird threesome shit going on? You should seriously leave her—-"

"What?" Suguru cut her off, his voice sharp and blunt. His brows were pinched as he stared at
the blonde before him, a look of disgust washing across his features.

What was she talking about? Suguru's mind was jumbled, his expression polluted with
nothing but perplexity, yet a noticeable underlying hint of annoyance.

The other girl looked anxious at the sudden cold tone, glancing nervously at her cashier
friend.

"Oh..." She giggled, leaning forward to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger. "You
didn't see the video? Lame."

"What so funny?" He coldly asked.

She only laughed more.

"The video. That's what's funny." She paused, moving a hand up to pick some food in
between her teeth. "I mean, seriously? How old is that bitch? Acting like that in college...
Embarrassing."

Suguru didn't say anything, only staring at her with a blank expression.

His heart was racing though. And not in pleasure.

"The video...?" He mumbled, though he had a pretty good idea as to what she was talking
about.

She smirked. "The video... As in—-" She paused, fishing free her phone from the back
pocket of her jeans. She handed it to him, the video ready to be played. "This."

Suguru grabbed her phone, pressing play to eye the contents of whatever the hell she was
talking about. His brows narrowed as the captured moment began to play.

"Y/n," A gruff voice softly called out, "Who do you love?"

"Toru." You mewled out with a hazy smile. "I love Toru. A-And Suguru--I love them both--"

Naoya shamelessly laughs.

"Do you now?" He droned. "One isn't enough, huh? You just need both?"

"Yes. I need them... S'bad." You paused, averting your intoxicated stare. "I'll tell you a
secret..." You hushed out with a serious look. "At f-first I hated them both, did you know
that? They're--"

"Shows over, Asshole—-"

The video ended there.

Suguru only stood there for a moment, silent, his eyes glued to the video. Blood drummed in
his ears, and he could feel his hand clench around the small device.

His jaw clenched, and his face twisted into something pissed off.

Suguru was certain he'd never felt this angry before—-no—-he felt as if he could murder
Naoya in an instant, and do so while smiling.

He carelessly tossed the phone on the counter, glancing at the two girls with a low look. He
was sure it might've cracked, though he could care less. "Delete that shit."

"Why?" The blonde taunted. "Oh, fuck. It's really true, huh—-"

He suddenly softly smiled, tilting his head in an innocent sense. He looked sweet, like a
curious puppy.

Though his tone was poisonous.

"True? Babe, I don't even know that girl." He lied right through his teeth—-It was the best
course of action at this point.

Suguru would do anything for you.

He couldn't let your reputation be at risk for something as belittling as this.

"By the way," He hummed. "You're Kazu, right? The girl that spreads her legs for any dick
offered to her? Yeah... I've heard rumors about you as well. Those must be true, too, huh?"

Her smile dropped, and her face fell into something ashamed. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable.

"Hey—-d-don't be fucking rude—-" The other girl tried to cut in, though the moment Suguru
met her gaze, she went silent.

"And don't be a fucking pig." He cringed. "The makeup doesn't hide anything."

Suguru sighed.

"See? It's not fun to be confronted with ridiculous rumors. Stop believing such obvious lies.
Now..." He turned back to the blonde. "I understand that you've had a long day of work, but
could you be a sweetheart and delete the video for me?"

She gulped, a look of terror washing over her face. She didn't say anything, only nodding
frantically.
"Oh, also," He smiled kindly. "Throw in a box of the morning-after pill alongside a pack of
cigarettes, please? They're behind the counter, yes?"

"Y-Yes." She rushed behind her to grab what he asked for, placing it on the counter. "W-Will
that be all?" She started scanning the items, her hands trembling. She quickly placed them in
a plastic bag, her eyes wavering.

"Mhm."

"Y-Your total will be-—"

Suguru suddenly laughed softly, grabbing the bag full of all the things he had just collected.

"Im not paying."

"B-But—-"

He turned to leave, but suddenly paused at the other girl's objection. He lazily glanced over
his shoulder to glare at the two.

"You wouldn't tell on me, would you?" He mumbled. "Yknow... I already knew you both
lacked some common sense, but would you really want to test how horrible I can make your
lives?"

He smiled. Cutely.

"Or so I've heard." He added.

The two girls nervously glanced at each other. It was painfully obvious they were crumbling
under Suguru's soft-spoken threats. They had planned to ask for his number, but at this point,
the two were intimidated and disturbed more than anything.

"W-We won't say anything." One of them fretted, it was the blonde. She nudged her friend's
shoulder. "R-Right, Lou?"

"R-Right!"

Suguru smiled at the two. Happy with their obedience.

"Good." His fists clenched as he held the plastic bag, and his smile dropped into something
filled with nothing but pure and utter bitterness.

While Suguru turned his back to the girls, leaving without another soft-spoken word, he had
already begun planning what he was going to do to Naoya at that very moment.

And it wasn't going to be pretty.

 Chapter twenty three
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

°˖➴ "Babe?"

You called out softly, chewing on a few gummy bears as you eyed Geto suspiciously. You
noticed the look of disdain spread across Suguru's face as he drove. It's been like this since
you all left the convenience store. It looked like he had some sort of vendetta struck across
that pretty complexion of his—-it wasn't hard to tell.

Satoru, who sat in the backseat, was playing with a condom. It was unused—-but even after
you told him specifically not to, he still opened one of the boxes and started blowing it up
like a balloon.

He was such a child.

"Hm?" Suguru hummed softly, keeping his gaze stuck to the road.

Your brows pinched together—-he would've looked at you surely, right? Even if it was just a
flicker of the eyes, a brief glance?

Something was definitely bothering him.

You paused for a moment, swallowing the mouthful of gummy bears.

"What's wrong?"

Suguru's hand tightened around the steering wheel for a mere moment, his knuckles turning
white. "Nothing you need to worry about, Love."

What?

You shifted in your seat a little so you were fully facing him. His persistence to brush things
off never failed to amaze you, it was a trait of Suguru's that you've come to notice.

"No," You mumbled, squinting your eyes. "Tell me right now."

Suguru briefly glanced at you, quickly putting his attention back onto the road.

Alone.

More than anything, Suguru felt alone.

His loneliness was slowly warping into something he could no longer recognize. An ambition
that he wished to swallow, push it down and try to forget about it. He feels everything a little
too hard, a little too warm, a little too authentic.
And it was starting to bother him.

There was an undeniable need for rest. Suguru didn't want to sleep though—-he wanted
peace—-he wanted to get rid of the gut-wrenching within him, the plunge in his chest.

He found that temporary peace with you and Satoru, the intense emotions you two drew for
him were bearable.

Though... Suguru's heart began to swell with more than just love. Anger perhaps—-yes—-he
was angry over the mere thought of anyone even attempting to hurt or bother you.

Was it the video that sent him over the edge?

He hadn't a clue.

You picked away at the back of his neck though, reminding him he was somehow more than
what he saw. Your soft uttered worries made him want to hiss, turn away and tell you he was
a piece of garbage, that he wasn't good for you. You and Satoru.

With every brief glimpse he caught of you out of the corner of his eyes, Suguru felt a little
more shitty. A little more guilty for not having told you yet.

"It's seriously nothing." He brushed you off quickly. Though he wasn't heartless nor
dismissive. Suguru let his hand reach out to softly cup your inner thigh, rubbing in between
your legs softly as he drove. "I love you, Baby."

He was doing it again—-brushing you off with sweet nothings. You frowned, gently grabbing
his hand that rested in between your thigh to interweave it with your own.

"I love you too." You softly whispered, dropping the topic in general.

"Ouchie—-ouch, stop it!" Satoru's desperate whines echoed about Suguru's small room,
alongside the faint chatter of his TV. Satoru had his face buried in between your thighs as you
sat on the edge of Suguru's bed, wearing nothing more than a skimpy pair of panties and one
of Suguru's band tees.

He had oddly a lot to choose from.

The hour was past midnight, and you all decided on a sleepover. You were lying down, trying
to watch a movie... That is until Satoru asked to draw on you.

How could you say no to the puppy eyes he gave you?

A scowl struck your face as Satoru's face was squished in between your thighs, his warm
breath fanning across your heat sending jolts of electricity down your spine and straight to
your stomach.
"I told you," You mumbled, a fistful of his hair in your hand as you lightly yanked it back,
keeping yourself propped up on your shoulders. Satoru whined, though it was obvious he was
enjoying the touch—-his cheeks stained a red color. "Nothing degrading. Can't you ever
listen?"

He frowned. "Bitch isn't degrading—-"

"Yes, it is." You argued back, squeezing your thighs around his face. His cheeks squished
together, forming an 'O' at his lips. "Satoru's bitch? Use me? Cum here? Really?"

Satoru decided to draw right on your inner thighs, of all places.

And what he drew was nothing short of suggestive. Your tone was a little annoyed, yet there
was a hint of amusement behind it.

You wouldn't admit it, but doing all these devilish things was growing on you.

He frowned, raising up a marker that he held in between two fingers. "I like it." Satoru
twirled it in between his fingers gently, his sensual eyes slowly drifting down to drink in the
sight of all the drawings he illustrated on your inner thighs.

Honestly, you don't even know why you agreed to let him draw on you.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at Satoru. "You look a lot like my bitch right now—Ah!—-
what the hell—-!"

Satoru was quick to shut you up with a soft love bite to your inner thigh. You couldn't control
yourself—-your back arched softly and he somehow managed to draw a delicate moan from
your lips, though you were quick to cover it up with a cranky attitude.

"Stop biting me, Satoru."

"He'll never stop." Suguru sighed, coming in from the bathroom to plop down on the bed next
to you. "You guys gonna fuck again?"

"Nah." You mumbled, letting your hands rest on your stomach as you turned your expression
to meet your eyes with Suguru. "He's just being needy right now—-"

"Y/n~" He mewled out, his kisses becoming more messy to your inner thigh. "Let me put my
tongue in. Please?"

You sighed, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes fell into something low. You never
broke eye contact with Suguru though, merely tightening your thighs around Satoru's cheeks
to shut him up once more.

After a small moment of simply admiring you, Suguru couldn't help but smile softly. He only
had a towel wrapped around his waist, hiding everything just below his belly button. His
body was glistening in water, and his slightly long hair was damp.
"Loving you is like a curse." He suddenly whispered out softly, reaching out to gently touch
your cheek. You felt your breath hitch, your eyes widened barely.

This was it, right? What the movies, books, and every piece of media out there made college
out to be. Falling in love, young and dumb, while actively making the stupidest mistakes in
your entire life.

Yet... Despite the carelessness behind the lifestyle you've built with the two, it was still fun. It
was an utter and sweet delight to spend your days with them. Days filled with sex, trouble,
and comfort.

"Is it...?" You managed to hush out, leaning into his touch. "How so?"

His eyes never broke away from your own, and the moment felt so intense. Like it was just
you and Suguru at that juncture, marveling at one another. Despite your faults, his taunting,
and every mistake made up until this point, there was still so much warmth in the gazes you
shared.

"Everything I feel for you," He began in a low voice. "I feel so deeply. It haunts me. " He
moved his hand to delicately and entirely cup your cheek, those beautiful sights of his fell
into something... Almost miserable. "It's so intense. My heart barely belongs to me, Y/n. It's
so full with the thought of you... It's almost overbearing."

His face, his expression, his tone, his touch. Everything about Suguru made your heart swell
with infatuation. You were holding yourself back from crawling over to his arms, and letting
him embrace you. Melting into the warmth of his touch, and giving him permission to coo
you off the sleep.

Because he looked like he wanted to. At that very moment, it's all Suguru wanted. His heart
aches with these emotions, the need to give you everything he possibly could.

And then the video poked at the back of his mind, and his eyes drowned once more in guilt.
Was it his fault for letting your rush off during that party-—knowing damn well you were
careless and wasted?

He was starting to blame himself at this point.

He couldn't bear to see the look of shame spread across your face at the mention of it. He
would... Wait. Wait just a little longer to tell you.

"Suguru..." You softly spoke, leaning into his touch further. "I..." You truly didn't know what
to say at such words, you could only gaze at him utterly love-sick.

Your mind was jumbled with so many different thoughts, though they all had the same point.
That you needed Suguru—-and he needed you.

"Babe!" Satoru's voice snapped you back into reality. You lowered your gaze to land on him,
your brows crinkled.

"What?" You hissed.

He blushed at your cold tone.

Satoru let both hands move up to pry open your thighs, his eyes glued to the pretty pair of
panties you wore.

"I want to taste you." He begged. "I want to make you shiver like earlier. Yknow? Make your
breath all shaky and desperate, too—-"

You shut him up by softly jamming the heel of your foot into his back.

"Pervert."

He smirked. "Slut."

Your eyes widened for a mere moment, taken aback by his sudden insult. But then lowered an
instant later the second you remembered this was Gojo talking to you.

He was the other half that drew a corrupt kind of excitement from you.

You weren't complaining though.

You leaned back into the bed, widening your legs lightly as you suppressed a shiver. "A
pervert is worse than a slut." You shrugged, purposefully putting your body in the most
sensual position just to get Satoru excited. "Im fine with being a slut. A pervert though...?
That's not a good title—-A-Ah—-""

You were cut short by Satoru pressing two first fingers onto your clit, just applying barely
any pressure. He quirked a brow, eyeing your covered cunt with amusement.

"Confirmed slut," He giggled. "Only sluts would moan that dirtily. Babe, I've barely touched
you."

"Fuck you." You spat, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your brows were arched, and
despite your cold spoken words, Satoru easily glimpsed the look of pleasure across your face.

"You would, huh? You fuckin' slut."

Satoru slipped two of his big fingers into your cunt, easily slipping aside your panties to do
so. You moaned, your back arched and you moved your eyes up to the ceiling.

"Imagine if we tattooed one of these markings on your inner thigh permanently." He taunted,
giggling as he began fingering you ruthlessly. He didn't even care to get you all worked up
first, immediately beginning to fuck you with his fingers like an animal. "Suguru, what kind
of tattoo would you want on her?"

Satoru was talking to Suguru as if he wasn't fingering you ruthlessly, his fingers forcing
themselves into your cunt at a rapid rhythm. A dumb smile was plastered across your face,
your cute mewls pampered the air as you let your hands grip Suguru's bedding, shivering
even more with every passing moment.
 Suguru though deeply about the question. "How about our initials or something? Maybe as a
tramp stamp?"

"Ah. That's fucking hot." Satoru laughed, standing from his knees to hover over you, all as he
didn't stop his finger fucking.

"Grab her face and open her mouth." Satoru instructed. Suguru sat himself up on his
shoulders, eyeing your already fucked out and trembling form. He did as told after a moment,
leaning in to pry open your mouth by stuffing two of his fingers in your insolence.

Satoru giggled, making scissor motions in your wet cunt, never stopping his cruel pace as he
eyed you sadistically. "Open wide, Pretty." He mewled out, leaning down and letting one
hand rise up to clasp your throat firmly.

Satoru easily let a fat glob of spit leak out of his mouth and fall directly into your mouth. He
chuckled stupidly, all before leaning down and capturing your lips for a messy kiss—-saliva
getting everything.

You moaned nastily, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Though... Everything suddenly paused.

Satoru heaved away from your lips, a confused look crossing his features.

He could sense Suguru glaring at him.

And that's exactly what he was met with.

He even paused his fingering, the malice behind Suguru's sights made Satoru shiver lightly.
He pulled his hand free from your wet cunt, forcing his fingers in your mouth—-readying
himself to speak up.

However, Suguru beat him to it.

"Move," He said simply, standing from the edge of the bed to let his towel drop.

"And bring me a condom.”

Chapter End Notes

suguru is losing his crap. 😭

it'll go into more detail next chapter as to why he suddenly started acting cold!
 chapter twenty four

°˖➴ "And bring me a condom."

It wasn't often that Suguru spoke in the way that he did. Look at you the way he currently
was. His stare was angry, pissed off, miserable, and maybe even a little afraid, but obviously
turned on. You were starting to question where the sudden apathy came from, and why it
made your stomach twirl with excitement.

Gojo raised the back of his hand to wipe the saliva from his lips, swallowing in his palm
before shrugging softly. He wasn't going to question it—-not right now. He turned over and
walked to the dresser, where the plastic bag from the convenience store was lying.

"Mkay." He acted nonchalant about it. "Say please~?"

Suguru said nothing, his eyes—-that had slight, dark eye bags—-were meager and glued to
you, only you. And not wavering in the slightest. There was a lump in your throat that you
forced yourself to devour, propping yourself up on your elbows.

You watched as Suguru grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked himself a few times, taking
the last few steps before he was now standing in between your thighs.

"Spit on it." He mumbled, his sights almost seemed... Cruel? His tone was surely cold,
though his body language was desperate.

And you couldn't deny the tingle in your lower abdomen at the sudden change of demeanor.
You moved to where you were on your knees before him—-the soft bedding beneath you
giving comfort to your exposed legs. Never breaking eye contact, all as you softly grabbed
his cock.

"Okay." You spoke softly, your hand slowly beginning to stroke him. "Babe..."

The way you softly uttered out to him made Suguru briefly glance up from the action of you
slowly jerking him off, catching your doe-like eyes for a small moment. He hummed.
"What?"

You chewed on your bottom lip, leaning in to press a delicate kiss to the tip of his dick.

"What's wrong?"

You could see his shoulders tense for a brief moment.

Suguru wished you would just shut up for once—-and it was the first time he'd ever had such
a thought. His mind was clouded, dazed and hazed. He hadn't even truly processed the
viciousness behind his gaze, his actions.
He reached out, grabbing a fistful of your hair—-his stoic gaze never wavering. "I already
told you," He mumbled, urging your mouth closer to his cock. "Nothing a girl like you should
worry about."

You placed your hands on his thighs, stopping his attempt to push himself in your mouth.

"A girl like me?" You hummed, letting your tongue fall free to barely lick his tip. "Im no
ordinary girl, Sugu."

"Fuck," He groaned, his mean expression finally wavering into something real for a moment
—-those thin brows of his arching softly. You loved to see it, watching as you slowly pulled
him out of that hole he'd been locked away in. His grip on your hair fell loose for a small
moment, his complexion falling into something desperate. He was so desperate.

"Yeah," He mumbled, and then laughed bitterly.

And in an instant... Those cruel eyes were back.

"Not an ordinary girl at all. You're really just a fuckin' slut, huh?" His grip on your hair
suddenly tightened barely. "Admit it. That's why you opened your legs for Satoru without
hesitation. How about you just let us both fuck now?"

Your eyes widened for a brief moment.

Did... Suguru really just say that?

You pulled away from his cock, your brows knitting together. You fully let go of him, leaning
back in the bed a little.

"Alright." You mumbled, eyeing him intensely. There was a new aura in the air—-you were
no longer horny; but rather earnest. "Seriously, what's your deal? Since when do you say shit
like that?"

Satoru came over at this point, curiously listening to what was happening. He sat on the edge
of the bed next to you, looking up at Suguru, all as he fiddled with an unopened condom.

"Mhm." He added. "Ive never heard you degrade Y/n before... At least not like that."

Suguru stood there, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed. He grabbed some of the sheets,
pulling them across his lap to cover his lower region. You were quick—-quick to rest your
cheek on his shoulder, giving him a comforting look in the process.

"Talk to us... Please."

You were begging at this point, and everyone saw it. The hopelessness for Suguru to just
open up was shamelessly slipping past your lips, like it was normal for you to beg. Suguru
liked the slight tremble in your voice, and it made him feel almost repulsive. He wished the
circumstances were different.
"Can we just fuck?" He mumbled, briefly glancing at you. "Babe... Im really worked up-—
how about we drop it and you ride me or somethin'? Yeah?"

You huffed out a sigh, pulling away from his shoulder. Satoru intertwined his hand with your
own, eyeing you and Suguru talk.

"No." You mumbled out. "Why do you always do this?"

"Do what?" He was acting clueless at this point.

"Make everything sexual when your feelings get brought up." Your lips pressed into a thin
line as you stood up from the edge of the bed, moving over to grab a pair of sweats from
Suguru's dresser. "I understand you might not like being vulnerable... But if it's about me—-
or Satoru, then you need to communicate."

Your words were like a punch to the gut; mostly because Suguru already knew this. He knew
how true your words were, and how much they made him want to break. Everything about
you made him want to break.

"Everyone thinks your some slut." He suddenly whispered out, and despite his low tone, you
heard him loud and clear.

You paused, the dresser opened halfway. "What?"

"Suguru?" Satoru cut in. "What happened?"

Suguru went silent for a long moment, his eyes narrowing into something miserable. He bit
his bottom lip, trying to ignore how you two were staring at him. He hated it—-hated how
you both were pitying him. He thought for a small moment you two were looking down on
him, but he was quick to snap himself back to reality.

"Naoya," He sighed, raising a hand to rub his exhausted face. "He's spreading some dumbass
video—-"

"The confession video? That video?" Satoru cut in, his voice worried but undeniably
annoyed.

You kept your back turned to the two, your brows pinched together. "Do you have the video,
Suguru?" You suddenly softly muttered, catching both of their attention.

Suguru looked almost confused.

You were acting too casual.

It was making him nervous.

"Yeah." He replied simply. "Im not showing it to you though."

You fully turned around, your expression a full-on glare now.

"You're going to show it to me, Sugu." The way you used his nickname made him frown—-
his heart was in ruins, his mind was jumbled.

Suguru desperately didn't want to show it to you—-why would you even want to see it? He
was asking himself too many questions.

"No." He spoke harshly. "I will not."

"S-Suguru—-" Satoru tried butting in, easing the tension somehow. Though he was fast to
shut his mouth the moment Suguru glanced at him.

Satoru never liked angry Suguru, or even confused Suguru. He wasn't a nice or gentle guy.

"I have every right to know about it." You huffed out, making your way over to him. You
stood close, and his hands immediately found their way to your waist——as if it were
instinct. He never broke eye contact, the feeling of your thigh caging only one of his legs was
weirdly solacing. "Im not going to ask again. So, please. Show it to me."

His brows pinched together, and now he just felt cruel for not showing you.

It was for your own good though, right?

He wasn't thinking straight, and it was obvious. He took a long while to answer, his thumb
rubbing soft circles to the skin of your waist.

"Babe, I love you, but..." He whispered out, his eyes falling low as he gazed up at you. "fuck
no."

•~•

°˖➴ His words were so cold, his eyes—icy. Shivers racked all throughout your body. The way
his firm hold on your waist tightened lightly as he spoke, and the very words he did speak,
that's what made you shiver. You had to bite your bottom lip, trying to steady your breathing.

It felt so wrong to feel so good at this moment. Suguru knew you wanted him as badly as he
wanted you, and it was killing you to not have given up yet. Fallen into the clutches of his
touch—-because you both knew you had a hard time denying him.

As he had an even harder time denying you.

His finger hooked around the edge of your panties, tugging at it barely. "Y/n," He spoke low,
his gaze intense. "The last thing I want to do right now is ruin your day." His tone softened,
only barely, but you caught it. "Not when you're standing in front of me, in nothing more than
panties."

"So should I put pants on?" You whispered out, placing both hands on his shoulders as you
leaned down. Your noses were practically touching, you could feel his shaky breath ghosting
across your lips. "Is that what it'll take for you to show me the video?"

Satoru was dumbstruck as he watched you too.

He thought at that moment that he wished he could be as charismatic as Suguru, but quickly
shook it away with a sigh.

"No," Suguru answered simply, and his gaze flickered for a brief moment. Only to look down
at your plump lips. "You don't need to see it... Just... Let me take care of this for you,
Princess."

Suguru was slowly starting to act human again, his softly uttered words making you sigh
softly. You still couldn't deny how unnerving they made you feel though.

How fake they seemed.

However, the idea of Suguru taking care of you made your skin tickle with infatuation. You
were too in adoration to even notice.

"How?" You whispered out. "What could you possibly do to fix some stupid gossip—"

In a matter of moments, your voice died down into nothing more than a stunned gasp. Suguru
had quickly grabbed your wrist, flipping you over to lay stomach first on the bed. He had
your hands pinned behind your back, leaving you to lay there and squirm.

"S-Suguru—-" You whined out, hiding your face in the bedding of the sheets. "What are
you... What are you doing?"

Without warning, Suguru had pushed himself against your ass, gently grinding against you.
You were still in your panties, though Suguru had nothing on—-causing you to squirm
further.

"I'm comforting you." He cooed. "That's the first thing I'll start with... You don't need to
know about the rest."

Your eyes fluttered lightly as you moaned into the sheets. You kept your whimpers quiet,
trying to control the shiver in your hips.

"S-Suguru—-" It was in an instant, Suguru had bunched up your panties and pushed them
aside. He gazed down at your cunt, slick practically running down your thighs.

"Just say it, Babe." He mumbled, never tearing his gaze away from your pussy. "Say you
want my comfort. Say you need it." It wasn't hard to catch the slight tremble in his voice as
he spoke, all in nothing more than a breathless tone.

You wanted it.

You wanted it a little too much for your own good. And a part of you hated that, because you
were supposed to be the one comforting Suguru.

He had you exactly where he wanted you though. You were nothing more than a puppet
being fiddled, pushed to feel sentiments that made your eyes roll.
You whined, biting your bottom lip to control how alluring this was making you feel. It
shouldn't be hot, right?

You didn't even care at this point—your mind was too intoxicated with the simple idea of
Suguru. His sugar-coated words, that tasted so utterly sweet when he specifically spoke them.
It was all so tempting. It made your mind blank.

"C-Comfort me." You didn't intend for your voice to come out as a strangled whine. You had
broken, your walls had fallen before the hands of Geto. "Fuck, c-comfort me. Please, Sugu."

He smiled in contempt, and Suguru didn't hesitate to slide inside your wet cunt. Your eyes
jutted open, and your body shivered at the feeling of being stuffed.

Suguru still had your hands pinned behind your back, and had no plans to let go. With one
firm grasp on both your wrists, alongside a firm hold on your waist, Suguru huffed out a
heavy groan.

It was a dangerous game you were playing. Letting Suguru touch you whilst he had so many
emotions pent up. The sounds of sex enveloped the room, your soft mewls and his heavy
grunts, alongside the slapping of his balls to your ass. You felt the difference in his pace, how
mean and unforgiving they were.

It made your eyes roll, and all you could manage at the moment was flushing your face in the
bedding, whimpering into the sheets as your body swayed at his every thrust.

"You're so pretty," He huffs out, his hand that held your waist slid up beneath your shirt to
grope your breasts. He leaned down, hovering over you before he forced you up, your back to
his chest. "Let me take care of you, Baby."

Every thrust, every soft-spoken whisper, every pinch, it was starting to make you melt in his
embrace. You were falling prey to what he had planned from the very moment, and a part of
Suguru liked the control he had over you.

Did you like it? You tried to ask yourself the nonsensical question while also keeping up with
his mean thrusts, but now you were suddenly choking on your own breathing, simply trying
to steady your soft whimpers.

His rough hand slid down to bunch up your shirt, forcing it up and exposing your bare chest.
He leaned down, his face flush with your shoulder, all before he softly bit the sensitive skin
of your neck.

He didn't hesitate to devour the softness of your neck then and there, letting out all the
passion he had pent up one last time. Suguru needed this, he needed you. You were his safe
haven, and we swore to the gods he could live without anger if he simply got to fuck you
every night like this. The gods were unforgiving though, and he knew that all too well. His
grip that held your wrists behind your back tightened, and he sped up his pace, drilling his
cock into you at an animalistic pace.
You whined, your eyes widening. You attempted to pull your hands free from his hold, your
thighs began to tremble.

"S-Sugu—-I-Im close—-" You tried to warn him, but he didn't slow down. Suguru's eyes
fluttered lightly, pulling away from your neck scarcely to moan directly against your ear. He
was gone at this moment, enveloped in only the feeling of your warm pussy, and the idea of
giving you everything. Doing anything for you.

Even if it was just some stupid sex fantasy. Even if Suguru knew what he had planned would
demolish such romances, he still found himself enjoying the thought.

"Gonna' take care of you." He gasped out, his grip tightening impossibly more. You hissed at
the pressure, though the pain when straight to your clit. "Fuck. You're all I need, Baby. Just
you. I'm never letting you leave—-" His voice broke out in a moan, his hips began to stutter.
"Say you're never gonna leave me."

You were drowning in the feeling of it all, "N-Never gonna leave you." You choked out,
leaning even deeper into his chest—-his thrusts.

"Again." He grunted.

"I-Im never gonna leave you, S-Sugu—-" You couldn't hold it in, not when you felt a warm
rush of air fan across your ear. Followed by the filthiest moan you've ever heard from Suguru.

Your thighs shook lightly, and for a moment, your vision blurred into nothing but black.
Suguru's thrusts gradually slowed as he spilled his seed into you, feeling your quiver in his
arms, his grip on your wrists going light all before he let you go.

You collapsed into the bed, stomach first. Your chest heaved up and down, and the only thing
you were focused on right now was trying to process what just happened.

The video.

Sex with Sugu.

The video.

"Show me the damn video, Suguru." You finally breathlessly whispered out, still not moving
from where you lay.

Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, wide-eyed with flushed cheeks as he drank in the
sight of your fucked out form. "If you're not gonna show it to her, then I am." Satoru mewled
out. "Don't you think she's earned it? Look at what you've done to the poor girl."

Suguru pulled away from you fully, he made his way over to his dresser, his eyes low and his
breath heavy. He pulled out a pair of sweats and easily slipped them on, not caring to glance
at either of you. Not yet.

You were starting to get annoyed at this point, the high of the sex fading a little.
"Please?" You called out, propping yourself up a little. "Suguru—-"

"Im leaving." He unexpectedly mumbled, grabbing a shirt from the dresser. "I'll give you
both a ride to Satoru's dorm. You can't stay here."

You felt your voice die down in your throat, all as you watched Suguru nervously.

What?

What was he saying? Your mind was too much of a mess already to truly process what he
was telling you. The knot in your stomach grew, and it was far from the excited kind.

You were scared shitless.

"Y-Youre leaving?" You whispered out, utterly confused. "W-What? No, you're not?"

He said nothing, slipping a plain grey shirt over his shoulders before fully putting it on. His
hair was a little more dry now, dark and cascading his gloomy features.

"What the hell is going on with you?" You hissed, setting up fully. "Suguru, talk to us—-!"

He finally turned around, simply to look at you. You shut yourself up quickly, though you
couldn't control the sudden sting in your eyes—-the choked-up feeling in your throat. He
leaned on the edge of his dresser, eyeing both you and Satoru, who were both equally
confused.

He sighed, raising a hand up to rub his tired eyes. He didn't feel like explaining himself—-it
would somehow only make it harder to go.

And of course, It wasn't like Suguru even wanted to leave. To be truthful, he wasn't sure what
leaving you two even meant yet.

He knew he had to distance himself from you both though.

At least until the rumors died down.

Suguru couldn't find it in himself to explain his motives—-he bit them back, trying his best to
give you a bored look.

"Im not interested anymore." He spoke bluntly. "No hard feelings, right?"

Satoru's heart shattered at the moment.

The words sounded so familiar to him, though the manner that Suguru spoke in—-it was
foreign. He stayed silent, not wanting to cut in just yet.

Your hands bunched up the cloth of the bedding below you. You couldn't find it in you to
look away from Suguru—-not when he was speaking utter nonsense.

"No." You whispered out, an obvious shakiness to your tone. "You're not fucking leaving—-"
"You don't get to make that choice." He cut you off, his eyes squinting.

Suguru prepared himself for what he was about to say next.

Sucking in a deep breath, even closing his eyes for a small moment.

"You were just a warm body for me, Y/n." He mumbled out. "We had our fun fooling around
—-but don't you feel bored—-?"

Satoru's fist connected with Suguru's cheek in a matter of moments, utterly and completely
cutting off his cruel words. You were so confused, so lost. When did Satoru even get up to hit
Suguru? There wasn't much you could do, only sit there and watching the scene play out.
Your lips were parted lightly, and subtle tears ran down your emotionless expression.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Satoru hissed, gripping Suguru's shirt and forcing him in
close. Their noses were practically touching—-whilst Suguru had a bored, unbrotherly
expression, Satoru didn't care to hide his annoyance. "You don't mean it. You're full of shit,
Man. Get out of your head-—you've been in love with that girl for years, fucking years!—-"

Satoru was harshly shoved away by Suguru, his expression still bleak—-yet obviously a
chord in him was stricken.

"People change." He said coldly, his eyes darting over to land on your silent figure. "People
get bored."

"Man, fuck you!" Satoru snapped, taking a step away. He made his way over to you, roughly
grabbing your wrist. "Get dressed, Y/n. We're leaving."

You looked down at how Satoru held you so roughly, your eyes only bubbling with more
tears.

This wasn't right. This wasn't okay. This wasn't what you wanted.

You felt so weak in the moment, so helpless. But what could you even do? Suguru's words
dripped with pure venom, and you were almost afraid. Was this your fault for letting him get
his way with you? You were starting to blame yourself at this point, biting on your lower lip
to hold back the sobs threatening to spill.

"You fucking liar," You meekly spoke. "You made me promise that I wouldn't leave you. That
It would be me who took care of you. Y-You told me you loved me, Sugu! And now, now
you're just suddenly bored? I'm not accepting it, I refuse!"

He swallowed hard, and fast. Suguru never broke eye contact though, his expression not
wavering.

The eye contact. It was only making himself drown further in pure self-hate.

"I'm just your bully, Y/n. When did you forget that?" He turned his back to you, grabbing his
keys off the dresser. "So hurry up and leave. Get your shit. I won't tell you again."
 chapter twenty five

°˖➴ You weren't used to this suffocating silence.

You were hesitant with your movements, quietly moving over to sit on the edge of Satoru's
bed. Your eyes were puffy, and with a single glance at your expression, it was obvious you
had been crying since Suguru's complex behavior—-his eerie outburst.

You had a hard time understanding it all. When, how, and why he suddenly turned so
heartless towards you.

Why he was so willing to throw you away.

You raised a hand, softly feeling your forehead. "Shit." You hissed, sucking in a deep breath.
"I have a bad headache."

Satoru flicked off the main light to his room, his bedside lamp illuminating a small glow, one
just enough to see each other. He made his way over to you, plopping down to sit right beside
you. His hand was glued to your lower back the moment he got close enough, the touch was
soothing.

"Do you want to take a nap?" He hummed so softly, it almost sounded weird coming from
him. He was still massaging your back soothingly, too. "A bath? A movie?" He leaned in a
little closer, flushing his face in the sleeve of your sweatshirt as he breathed in the sweet
smell of your candy-like perfume. "Tell me what to do. I'm at your mercy for today, Y/n."

Maybe any other day, you'd be joyous over the idea of getting to command Satoru around,
push his buttons and be dumb together. But right now, your heart felt so heavy, it was starting
to hurt—-even to simply look at the sweet boy. At Gojo. You had a hard time comprehending
where the pain was coming from by meekly looking at him.

Was it because the thought of Gojo here without Suguru pained you? Is that what made your
heart ache?

"I just want to talk to Sugu." You finally whispered out after a long moment of silence, your
exhausted eyes moving down to land on your lap. You bit back a cry, leaning into Satorus's
light touch. "Can we call him? Please?"

"No." Satoru huffed out, closing his eyes. His hand that held your lower back wrapped
around to fully encircle your waist, all as he raised his free hand to remove his glasses. "He
needs time to cool off."

"Cool off?"

Satoru hummed softly, rubbing the side of your waist gently. "Let him get his anger out by
doing something crazy... He'll be crawling back in a week, I swear it."
You couldn't help but lean into his touch, even despite how his words made your eyes water
lightly.

"Whats he going to do..?"

A low sigh reverberated through Satorus insolence, though he never stopped rubbing your
lower back lightly. Satoru's heart felt heavy, too. Suguru had his episodes, and when he did,
they were never pretty.

"Can't say." Satoru finally softly replied. "Don't stress yourself about this too much..." He
paused. "Look at me." You hesitantly moved your gaze up to meet Satoru's, tears still
bubbling down your cheeks.

He didn't hesitate to grab your face, inclining it a little higher.

"He loves you."

His words so soft, so warm.

"He loves you more than himself." The air felt so heavy, your throat so choked up. You didn't
know if you wanted to hear Satoru or not, but you listened. Gently closing your eyes, whilst
letting the the utterances simply sink in. "... There is no way to put it into words. I doubt
anything comes close to expressing exactly what Sugu feels. He loves you, despite how
different you two view the world."

Satoru sighs.

"Its easy being around you, Y/n." His voice was so soft. You could feel your eyes warm with
more tears, despite how hard you were trying to hold them back. "Sugu got addicted to that
feeling."

"W-What feeling?"

Satoru took a moment to think, his gaze trailed off, though his expression didn't waver.

"Feeling loved."

His words were like a stab to the heart. And he was right, undeniably so. Suguru's soul was
complex, his heart tangled with many burdens, many aches. What would it take to unravel the
mess? Delicacy and patience, or a sharp pair of scissors? Somehow the manner Satoru spoke
in made your heart gush a just a little more, not in awe, in pure discomfort. He spoke like he
was fessing up to a secret, a mere whisper.

Satoru's fragile touch traced upward, grabbing your jaw and forcing your expression, just a
little, to entirely meet his own. You hesitantly opened your eyes, keeping them lowered.

"He loves you too." You chewed on your lower lip, biting back a sob. The knot in your
stomach felt disgustingly heavy, and more than anything you just wanted it gone. "And he'll
be back, he will—-"
"He will." Satoru softly mumbles, cutting you off and pulling your head down to his thighs.
You crumbled beneath his touch, crawling into that of a ball as your face was masked away in
his lap. His hands gently caressed your head, brushing your [locks/braids] from your tender
complexion. "Shh... It's okay, Baby. I promise..."

His touch spoke more than he wished to, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb as
you silently cried. Satoru wished he could bear all this pain for you—-and he didn't
understand why. He just knew, under all the endless teasing, he only really wanted to see you
smile. See the smile he found so charming, so adorable. But now, you were suddenly
breaking beneath him, withering away like the pretty flower you were.

You thought back to Suguru's bleak expression. What was behind it?

Did he feel sadness?

Did he feel love?

Did he feel anger?

Did he feel pity?

You can barely comprehend the fact that you've fallen in love with your bullies. Not one, but
two. And for a moment as you sulk in Satoru's arms, you ask yourself how it got to this point.
How it was you who ended up getting hurt.

The answer was so simple. So utterly simple.

As Suguru said.

He's really only ever been your bully, after all.

 Chapter twenty six
Chapter Notes

STORY HAD BEEN WRITTEN IN SOME PARTS! (not all)

Please read the new rewritten chapters. (1, 2, and 7…? I believe that's it!)

°˖➴ LONG, INKY LOCKS MESSILY SPREAD ACROSS Suguru's broad shoulders.
Cascading the entirety of his body was the light flickering of the showering water droplets up
above him, all whilst he leaned on the wall, his eyes lowered and his jaw tensed. The three
days that have passed have been nothing short of hell—Suguru didn't know where his mind
was, he had a hard time understanding where he was.

He knew one thing for sure though.

He was close to simply snapping.

The human heart is delicate. Under so much pressure and tension, there's only so much
someone can bear—bottle up—until inevitably, they as a person lose sight of who they once
were, now indistinct and faced only with the failures, the pains, and the unforgiving burdens
of their past.

And slowly, Suguru was starting to learn this. Unwillingly, his humanity was being torn away
from him right before his eyes, the process slow and agonizing.

It all was terrorizing his mind with one simple word.

Exorcize.

Suguru wished to rid these feelings, but he only had one idea in mind. One Satoru has talked
to him out of countless times.

Who would he be doing it for?

There was something sick at play in his head, blurring under the splashing of the water
against the tiled floor. He didn't move, he didn't blink, and for a moment, it was almost like
Suguru wouldn't even breathe.

Satoru, you, Riko, or himself?

That was the worst part of it all. Suguru didn't know why he kept thinking about what he was.
How animal-like the Zenins were—filthy pasts covered up under shallow names. His eyes
lowered, his chest heaving up and down slowly under the cold water.
First, it was Riko.

And now you?

Without a word, Suguru turned off the shower, the water still leaving a gloss of dribbling
water down his bare body. He clasped his towel from where it was hanging close by, easily
wrapping it around his waist to leave the bathroom and make his way to his room.

Without you, he hadn't a moral to hold onto. There wasn't a line Suguru wouldn't cross now,
despite the raw corruption it was dealing his heart, he knew he wouldn't stop. Why would he?
He's spent years mourning Riko—lost and confused—and then most unpredictably, he
managed to get your attention.

Suguru softly sighed, pulling out a fresh pair of clothes to get dressed for the long day that
was ahead of him.

No. Suguru wouldn't just lose your attention.

Naoya Zenin and Toji Fushiguro, in his eyes, were worth not a penny more than street
animals.

He'd bind it to him with blood.

•~•

°˖➴ "CAN I HELP YOU?" A young girl asked with a small smile, looking up at Suguru—-
who had an indiscernible look on his face for a second. Her voice snapped him back to
reality, and his lazy gaze trailed down to meet hers.

His eyes were low, drowning in dark circles. He wore a dark blue t-shirt, alongside black
sweats and slip-on sandals. Suguru hummed, a sweet smile suddenly drawing onto the lips of
his exhausted face.

"Could I get a latte, please?" His voice was soft, and didn't waver once. Geto watched as she
classed away at the register, typing in his order quickly.

"Will that be all?" She glanced at him once more.

Suguru smiled.

"Actually, no." He pulled out a few bills, handing them all to the younger girl. He guessed
she was a freshman—maybe. "I need to speak to your manager."

She looked at Suguru for a long juncture, a look of confusion, nervousness, and anxiety
washing across her complexion at the request.

"I'm sorry." She smiled awkwardly. "He's currently on his break. And he's made it very clear
to his employees he doesn't like being bothered on breaks—"
"I don't care." Suguru mumbled, that sweet smile of his dropping in a matter of moments. He
sighed, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm here to ask for a position. It's not
like I'm making a complaint. You work here under the program Principle Yaga set up,
correct? Don't most of the employees here do? So then what's the problem?"

She was a little taken aback by the sudden information sty, but nodded hesitantly. "Oh...
Well," She shifted in her step a little. "I-In that case, I don't think it'd be a problem—-"

"Great." Suguru cut her off. "Take me to him then. I'm on a pretty quick schedule right now.
I'll grab my coffee on the way out."

The girl's nervous smile was back in an instant, however, her wrist flicked up to wave him
into the back. "This way then." She spoke softly.

Suguru didn't hesitate to make his way behind the counter, following close behind the small
girl. They entered the kitchen for a brief moment, sweeping past other working students
before entering a hall. It looked run down, and the girl who led him here looked hesitant to go
down it any further.

"The door at the end of the hall." She raised her hand, pointing to the door. "He'll be in
there... Good luck."

With those last words, the girl scrambled off to work elsewhere. Suguru glanced at the door
for a single moment longer before his feet started moving on their own.

And the moment he reached the door, he didn't care to knock. Swinging open the rusty, metal
surface with ease.

He looked unamused with the view he was met with though. Naoya sat on a couch, his head
leaned back with a girl sitting right in between his legs.

Upon Suguru's arrival, she jerked up and around from her position, eyes wide and face
flushed. Naoya didn't move, only raising his head to meet Suguru's gaze.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Leave." Was all Naoya mumbled, sending the girl a menacing brief glance. Without another
word, she grabbed her purse and coat, rushing past Suguru with a shameful expression.
Suguru didn't turn to watch her leave, his low sights glued to Naoya and only Naoya.

"I knew you'd stop by." Naoya smiled, tilting his head lightly. He closed his eyes, almost as if
he was tired. With ease, he zipped up his pants, blowing out a sigh of annoyance in the
process. "Just when I was about to nut though? Tsk. Aren't you a man like me, Su—"

Naoya's words were cut short quickly.

Courtesy to Suguru's fist meeting his face immediately.

It was fast—so fast that Naoya had a hard time processing just when Suguru exactly got
across the room to attack him.
In a matter of moments, Suguru was pushed down though, back first against the couch.
Naoya had a tight grip to his shirt, all whilst he nearly straddled him. He tugged on the hem
of his shirt, forcing Suguru closer to his fuming expression.

"Really?" Naoya laughed bitterly, his eyes widening. "You wanna' fuck with me? Over that
puny bitch?"

Suguru's jaw physically tensed under Naoya, though his gaze remained unmoved. He didn't
say anything, he didn't move. Suguru lazily glanced down, noticing Naoya was bleeding–
from the nose from his hit moments ago.

More.

"This has nothing to do with her."

The unsophistication of Suguru's answer threw Naoya off guard, slowly heaving away from
his expression with knitted brows, a lost face.

"And what exactly are you doing?" Noaya's tone was leaking with superiority. "Why did you
even come here? To waste my fuckin' time?"

Suguru didn't say anything.

A small smirk of brass came to Naoya's face. God. The silence was comical to him. "You're
words are empty-headed lies." He raised his fist, his eyes lowering into something venomous.
Suguru remained unphased beneath the Zenin, oddly unmoving. "You're pissed off because I
put that slut in her place, huh? Good damn thing I have more punishments planned for her."

Naoya couldn't help but laugh at the image. Suguru beneath him, unmoved as if he were
ready for the beating. He'd take it—that's all Suguru was ever good for, being walked all over.
Naoya was thinking arrogantly now, a bit too much.

"And do you wanna' know the best part of it all? After I've had a chat with her?" Naoya
grabbed Suguru's jaw, tightly at that. "She'll come running back, shaking—and scared for me.
Like the obedient kitty she is—"

Before Naoya could even launch his hand for Suguru's gentle expression, muchless finish his
sentence, the positions changed.

The aura shifted.

There was a knife to Naoya's throat so suddenly, and it wasn't like he could move out of the
position he himself put them in. Suguru used it to his advantage, quickly digging his way up
below and wrapping his legs around Naoya's waist to stay clung to him, his hand now tangled
in Naoya's dirty blonde hair to keep his head forced back, his neck exposed entirely to the
blade.

The blade pressed deeper, Suguru's eyes never daring to tear away from Naoya's. They were
close—uncomfortably so. "Give me one good reason..."
Suguru's eyes narrowed, but it wasn't like there was anything behind such sights. It was
empty, utterly so, and the gravity of Suguru's actions were slowly starting to dawn on Naoya.

"Why shouldn't I kill you right here, leave your body for that pretty little employee to find?"

Suguru inclined his head a little closer. "Well?" The blade was pressed against Naoya's neck
more forcefully, threatening to spill blood. "Speak up."

"I'll kill you." Naoya breathed out heavily, his brows pinched together as he remained still.
"I'll kill that bitch—a-and Satoru—"

Suguru did it again. He pressed the blade closer against Naoya's bare skin, applying just
enough pressure for a single drop of blood to trail down his veiny throat.

"A corpse can't kill." Suguru replied bluntly—lowly. "Much less talk—"

"What the fuck do you want?" Naoya hissed, cutting off Suguru. He couldn't control the
shake in his palms, the droplets of sweat that fell from his temple. Naoya hated how his
nerves and mind were at war, as his body shook in unease, his mind raced with unruly
loathing. "Spit it out, Fucker."

The most appalling aspect of this all—Suguru didn't know what he wanted. His breathing
was heavy, raw against Naoya's complexion, only a mere inch from his own.

After a long moment of silence, Suguru managed to utter,

"I just want you Zenin scum to die."

Naoya gasped, eyes widening at the feeling of the blade lodging into his throat.

Maybe Suguru really was doing it for you and Satoru, or perhaps it was his own twisted
curiosity at play. He felt lost–but this was it, right? It felt like a simple destiny. He didn't feel
bad, guilty, nor sicken.

Suguru felt almost enlightened.

To have the same blood as Fushiguro was a sin in itself, but to threaten his joy called for
punishment.

You weren't just you to him. You were his joy—therefore Suguru was doing this for him.

He sighed, tilting his head.

"As for Fushiguro," Suguru let his legs loosen around Naoya, all before wiggling his burly
off him, sending him to the floor–Naoya gasping for air. "I'll make sure to take my time with
him."

•~•

°˖➴ YOU WOKE UP FEELING LIKE SHIT.

"Satoru." You called from your bed, propping yourself up a little to rub your eyes. The door
to your room opened lightly, Satoru peeking inside with a curious expression. He's been up
for a few hours already, more than likely spending the time playing with your cat. He eyed
you lying in bed, your eyes dark from crying and your hair messily styled.

"Hm?"

"Can you get me some water?" You mumbled, throwing your legs over the edge of your bed.
You stayed like that for a small moment, simply staring at the ground as you tied to wake
yourself up. "Please?"

He smiled a little, nodding quickly before rushing off to get what you asked for. He was still
in his pajamas too, his hair messy and his expression dazed. Despite being up some time
before you, he still looked sleepy.

There was an ache bothering your gut, alongside your heart. You chewed on your bottom lip,
unplugging your phone and picking it up from your nightstand to check your socials.

Though when you did, your breath hitched.

You had twenty-two missed texts—which was unexplainably unusual for you.

As you opened your phone, trying to figure out why your notifications were blowing up, a
sudden email popped in.

Twenty-year-old student Naoya Zenin was found dead in a University cafe. Officials believe
it to be a homicide. The scene is currently under investigation and classes will be on hold
until further notice. Press to read more...

For a long moment, you didn't move. You didn't breathe, you couldn't even blink.

Suddenly, your phone slipped from your hands, falling to the floor with a simple thud.

Everything paused.

But the birds continued to flock under the radiating sun—which peaked through your
curtains, wishing to be let inside the dimly lit room.

You sat there in silence—only for fifteen seconds.

The moment the fifteen seconds were up...

Satoru then heard a blood-curdling scream coming directly from your bedroom.
 Chapter twenty seven

°˖➴ THE THOUGHT CAME TO MIND QUICKLY.

I wish I never met him.

You had a hard time controlling it even though you knew you didn't mean it. As if anything,
you wanted him back. You wanted it all back, but there was still a feeling of disgust over
what Suguru's done gnawing at the back of your neck. Still, it kept flooding your mind
endlessly, the idea that if you never met Suguru, never indulged in the stupid love game,
Naoya Zenin might still be alive.

It was your fault after all, right?

"Let me get this correct, you believe under the social pressure of the video, Geto Suguru felt
the need to commit—"

"No, no! I'm not saying that at all." Satoru's voice was brisk to correct the officer standing
before you both. Just like you, he sat on your apartment couch, practically glued to your side.
"I said, I believe it's what sent him over the edge. He wouldn't kill someone over something
like that."

The officer looked baffled.

"Sugu is an intricate soul." Satoru spoke lowly, his head leaning over to rest on your shoulder.
"I don't know what he has planned half the time, but In no universe could I have predicted
that he'd—"

"Murder someone." You finished Satoru's sentence off, miserable eyes glued to your exposed
thighs as you were wearing nothing more than a pair of sleeping shorts and a random
sweatshirt. You swallowed hard, getting the courage to glance up at the officer with weary
eyes. "Please... Can you tell us where he is—?"

"The only thing I can tell you, is that he's missing. And even if we did know where he was, in
no way would it be possible for you to see him currently." The officer cut you off, glancing
down at the clipboard with a low hum. He looked young, not far off from your own age.
Perhaps he just got out of school. "That is why we came here... Though it's quite obvious he,
nor much, is here. Nonetheless, we'll still send people over for further inquiry. I think you
both play a larger role than you realize."

"And will we be blamed for that?" Satoru's eyes narrowed. "He cut all contact with us before
any crime was committed. We did nothing."

The officer lifted his sights from the clipboard, meeting Satoru's icy gaze. You noticed him
shift nervously, clicking his pen shut to put it back inside his pocket.
"Im not the one who gets to decide that." He paused for a mere moment. "But I'm sure given
your positions in the crime, I don't think you have a thing to worry about."

"Great." Satoru smiled briefly. You found yourself ignoring both him and the young officer as
they carried on with small chatter. You chewed on your bottom lip, desperately trying to calm
your heart.

You hadn't even realized that the officer and the remaining investigators had taken their
leave. They came only an hour after you found out—Suguru already being the prime suspect.
To talk to students around campus, and learn of the recent video which Naoya spread, lead
them to you and Satoru easily, and further confirming their beliefs that Suguru committed the
crime.

Without a doubt, everyone knew he did it.

Satoru didn't say anything as the room fell into silence, eyeing you beside him as you were in
deep thought. You looked so tired, so dull. It broke his heart.

He reached out, grabbing your hand and easily tugging you down to lay on his chest as he
spread back on the couch, messily scattered with various pillows. You didn't say anything,
your face hidden in his chest as you curled up into a ball—all within his arms.

He didn't speak either, as Satoru had nothing to say.

You both somehow knew it shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't be with each other without
Suguru.

But what else did you have at this point?

"What now?" You broke the silence, eyes never wavering from the dullness they sheltered.
"What do we do, Satoru?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Your voice wanted to crack, but you held it back. "We can't... Go look for him?"

Satoru closes his eyes with a soft sigh, his hand finding its way to your chin, softly clasping it
to incline your head to meet his eyes. There was gloss to your gaze, you were moments away
from one tear slipping down your cheek. You swallowed hard, waiting for his words.

He didn't say anything, and only brought you in closer for a delicate kiss. You leaned into
him, kissing him back without hesitation.

He was the one to break it, heaving away but never opening his eyes.

"It's only us now." Satoru softly whispered. "So please,"

He opened his eyes, only barely.

"Let him go."

•~•

°˖➴ IT ONLY TOOK A DAY FOR the media to hop onto the story like starved hounds. Two
days for news networks to start crowding the place. And three for journalists to start making
their way to the scene. They consumed most parts of the campus, and it all felt like some sick
TV show. As mentioned, lessons would be on pause until further notice. The detention you
both got would also be put on hold—which you happened to get another month due to when
you three decided to sneak off for the day—now leaving both you and Satoru to sulk in his
dorm, doing absolutely nothing.

Your eyes were glued to the window across the room, unmoving. Three days of pure and utter
silence—that's what it felt like. It wasn't like you were in love with Naoya, but to know he
was dead still haunted you. A shaky sigh emitted from your lips, and you could feel Satoru's
hold on your waist tighten from the behind.

You both were practically half-naked. Satoru was deep asleep in nothing more than a pair of
basketball shorts, as for you—you were only wearing one of Satoru's shirts. His face was
flushed in the crook of your shoulder, and you felt his every breath as he slept. The room was
dimly lit and the hour was far past midnight.

And yet, you couldn't sleep. You've been lying with Satoru for what felt like hours,
mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

You were about to turn it off and hope you could fall asleep, however, a sudden text caught
your attention before you got the chance.

It was from an unknown number, causing your barely lit expression to narrow in confusion.

Unknown.
Go to the window.

That's all the text read.

You were already wiggled free from Satoru's arms, now sitting on the edge of his bed to stare
down at the text. You felt your stomach churn in both fear and mystery.

You couldn't just ignore it though.

You needed to know who it was. Desperately.

Standing from the bed, you made your way over to the only window in the room. All whilst
holding your phone—keeping of tag of the message open.

Your breathing was shallow, and you felt your pulse quicken. You reached out, grabbing the
curtains that covered the window.

Sweeping them open in an instant, you felt your heart drop.

Your eyes landed on Geto.

He was leaning on the hood of his car, sights low and cigarette glued in between his lips. In
an instant, your eyes met, yet you couldn't look away. Your lips parted, and you looked
almost stunned.

What was he doing here?

Your head was spinning, confusion, conflict, and hurt bubbling in over one another. The
feelings choked up at the back of your throat, though despite the intense feelings, your feet
were glued.

And you couldn't move away like you knew you should.

Not yet.

You nervously glanced down at the phone, hands slightly shaking. Y could've turned around
and closed the curtains then and there, but you refused.

He sent another text.

One that made your breath hitch, left your head spinning, craving for answers. You glanced
behind you, making sure Satoru was asleep.

He was.

You shouldn't, and you knew that—utterly so, especially after Satoru's wishes. But you
already left the window before the situation even fully processed through your mind—before
just how alarming this really could be.

Unknown.
Come down, Princess.
I want to talk.

There was only one word flying through your head as you made your way down.

And it was disgustingly simple.

Suguru.
 Chapter twenty eight

°˖➴ THE MOMENT YOU STEPPED OUTSIDE, every inch of your body prickles under the
chilly, night air. You managed to slip on a thin pair of pajama pants before fully leaving, so
thankfully you weren't entirely freezing.

The dorm doors close behind you, and for a moment as you looked out at the empty parking
lot, you felt lost. Where was Suguru? Everything was pitch black, already making it hard to
see under the confusion.

Many questions flooded your mind, but under the pensive things you've been nonstop told
about Suguru, it was hard to not feel nervous.

You hold your phone close to your chest, eyes darting around. And after a long moment of
mindlessly wandering, they landed on Suguru's car.

He wasn't anywhere near though.

Your feet moved on their own, striding over to his car with pinched brows and a hesitant
expression. You could nearly feel your heart start to beat faster. Blood drums thick in your
ears, and as you approach his car, you're still yet to see him.

Where was he? Tears wanted to brim your glossy eyes, slip down your cheeks only to fall
from your chin to the pavement ground. You wanted to cry so utterly bad, though you bit
your lip and held it in.

You stopped walking, now standing right in front of the hood of his car. You glanced down at
your phone, hands trembling—

"Y/n?"

You jumped, shooting around only to see...

Suguru?

Everything went blank for a moment as he just stood there, hands shoved inside his pockets
and gaze low. Your breathing became shaky, your eyes widening.

You could no longer hold the tears back.

And you couldn't control how your feet launched your body directly into his arms, a choked-
up sob breaking its way from your insolence. He stumbled back a little, taken off guard by
the force of your embrace. Though not for even a moment, he didn't hesitate to bring you into
his arms, one hand moving up to protectively cup your head as you sobbed in his chest.

Suguru glanced down at you, expression unwavering. It was weird—crying in the arms of a
murderer—and yet, this was the safest you'd felt in a long while.
"I hate you. W-Where have you been?" Your voice broke once again, both hands moving up
to lay flat on his chest. You pushed—you tried to—but Suguru wouldn't let you move. He
couldn't. "G-Godamnit, Suguru! W-What have you done—?"

"I know." He cuts you off before you can continue. You don't try to push him away anymore.
You let the tears you've been holding back for days finally free, and nothing felt better than
doing it in his arms. You melted. "Look at me."

You ignore him, biting on your bottom lip as your body trembles in his arms. Without
warning, he dips your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his expression.

You didn't want to. You didn't want to look him in the eyes for one simple reason. He looked
so tired, so lost. Something you never wished to see—not on Suguru.

Not after everything you've been through with him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, thumb sweeping across your cheeks to wipe your tears away. "I'm
so fuckin' sorry—"

"You killed someone, Suguru." You whispered out, cutting him off. The tears wouldn't stop,
even as you shook your head in denial. "You killed Naoya."

He didn't say anything for a long moment, but his eyes remained soft, his touch delicate.

"For good reasons."

"You can't justify murder." You shake your head even more, hysteria flooding your every
vein. "Y-You can't—"

"Do you remember when I told you... I saw my friend get killed right before my eyes?"

Suddenly, you felt frozen in the moment. Like it was hard to move, even breathe. And so you
went silent, the only thing being heard in the dark, empty parking lot was your soft sniffles.

You nodded, only barely, all whilst you subconsciously leaned into his soft touch.

"It has nothing to do with you, Sweetheart. It felt good pretending to stand up for you
though." He never stopped swiping away your tears either, his fingertips solacing under the
dark and blue night. It was something you've missed, even despite not going without it for
long. His touch.

"Put the pieces together, Y/n." His hand traced down, his touch gentle—warm. But in an
instant, it changed. Fingers now clenched around your cheeks, forcing you in a little closer.
He wasn't being gentle, not in the slightest. "Think. What did I have you steal?" He repeated
lowly, eyes burning and filled with nothing but animosity.

You swallowed hard, your own hand raising to hold his wrist. His clasp to your face relaxed
gently at your touch, allowing you to answer.

You hesitated for a moment.

"Fushiguro's next." Your voice was nothing more than a meek whisper. Your eyes lowered,
flickering with both guilt and the unsaid truth. At your words, you felt Suguru's hold on your
face go limp, moving down to encircle around your shoulders and pull you in a little closer.
"Y-Yes?"

"That's my girl." He mumbled softly yet miserably, all whilst rubbing your back as if he were
trying to get you warm. "Talk to me, Princess."

You stayed silent, simply thinking as your face was flushed in his chest. Was this all
unavoidable? Even if Naoya weren't to take the video—even if Suguru never confessed
drunkenly—would Toji Fushiguro and Naoya Zenin be set to die...

Regardless?

"What now?" You pulled away from him barely, eyes dark and faded from... Everything.
"What... Are you going to do, Suguru?"

You paused, not daring to look away from him. Your breath was nothing more than a foggy
sigh, falling from your lips only to vanish seconds later.

He doesn't say anything, though with ease he reaches out, placing one hand on your waist to
guide him over to him—his own body leaning on the hood of the car. Your hands were
suddenly pushed against his chest as he didn't hesitate to pull you as close as he could.

"I'm leaving, Sweetheart. For good." He mumbles softly, his hand sliding from your hip to
your lower back. Suguru leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "There's
nothing left for me here."

In an instant, you clenched Suguru's hoodie, pulling him down and pressing your lips to his.

Warm tears fell down your delicate complexion as you kissed him desperately. He groaned, in
both need and grief. You fit against Suguru in a way that made him think you were created
only for his arms, so sweet and gentle within his arms—though utterly hungry for him.

And God. Suguru could've stopped then and there, kissed you sweetly and told you how
perfect you were. How you don't deserve someone like him—that you should be in bed with
Satoru right now. He could've left, like he knew he should.

But a breathy whimper escaped your plush lips the moment he slipped his tongue into the
messy kiss, pushing your chest impossibly closer to his own. Suguru couldn't control himself
any longer, not when he craved for your warmth to numb his pains—even for a small
moment.

His hand slid up to your throat, four digits wrapping around your neck as you circled your
arms around his neck. "No, no. You're not leaving." You whispered helplessly into the kiss,
tears still streaming down your face. You moved your kisses down lower, soft and full of
nothing but warmth as you let Suguru see you bare for the first time—emotions raw, thick
and clouded with despair. "Tell me what I can do to make you stay. W-What can I say so you
won't leave? Tell me, Suguru. Tell me how I can fix this—"
Suguru ignores your distressing words, his hand slides down a little lower, only to gently
hold the round of your ass through the thin pair of pajama pants. "Nothing. There's nothing
you can do." He broke the kiss—only for a brief moment—just to assure you with his soft
words. "You're not involved in this—"

You shut up him quickly, resuming the kiss once again. Your arms tightened around his neck,
and both his hands were cupping your rear—forcing you to jump up and wrap your legs
around his waist. His arms are strong against you, hoisting you up to hold you one last time.

And he's tasting you, devouring every inch of you. Your hand slides down, tugging at his
sweatshirt. "Fuck." You don't know where it's coming from, but you know that you need him.
He grunts into the messy kiss, the strain in his pants only tightening when he gets a breathy
moan from you in return. "Gonna miss your perfect body... Those sweet little whines."

"Then don't leave." You gasped until the connection, heaving away only slightly to press your
forehead against yours. "Don't abandon me, Suguru."

"Stop." His voice was low—nothing more than a meek whisper. "You know I'll be caught if I
stay in Tokyo—"

"Then take me with you."

Suguru didn't reply for a long moment.

And in the moments that passed, he walked you over to the backdoors of his car and easily
swinging the left side open. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and the tension between you
two had been building up for days. You were frustrated, hurt, but needy.

You needed Suguru more than he knew. And it was killing.

"Answer me, Suguru." Your legs are still winded around his waist, all whilst he climbs inside,
laying your body out before him on the cushions of the car. "Please. Let me go with you—
wherever it is." You repeated as he leaned down, nose nearly brushing across your own. And
even under the dark twilight, the dim light the car provided, and the grief terrorizing your
heart, your body still melted in unison with his own, desperate for anything he was to offer.

"You..." His hand trailed up, his complexion so close. You knew he wanted to kiss you again,
you could see it. "You deserve so much better than me. I refuse, Y/n. I refuse to ruin you."

"Don't say that." You shook your head. "Fuck. You've already ruined me, Suguru—" Your
heavy words lose their impact the instant Suguru pressed his lips to your own, and you
couldn't help yourself anymore. You melted once again, your legs widening and your hand
dipping up to clasp his muscly forearm.

"One last time, Baby." His hand was already tugging at the hem of your thin T-shirt, urging
you to remove it. He broke the kiss, leaving you both with heavy breaths and loitering
tensions. You swallowed hard, eyes dipping down to notice he had your shirt hiked up–only
exposing the ends of your stomach. "Let me make you feel good one last time."
It stuns you for a mere moment how delirious his words sounded, how he could switch from
being gentle to rough–all whilst maintaining full control. Your lips parted to speak, but your
words died down into nothing more than a breathy whine the moment he pulled your shirt up
even further, exposing your bare chest.

"Tell me when to stop." Your mind was hazy and dazed, you did nothing more than nod
softly. His hand traced up your bare chest, leaving your body to quiver under his cold
fingertips. He stopped when he reached your breast, only to grope you lightly. "That's a good
girl."

His free hand had bunched up your fuzzy pajama pants, easily pulling them down so he had
just enough access to your cunt. Leaning over you deeper, his lips met your own whilst he
took your nipple in between two fingers.

You moaned into the kiss, your back arching as every ounce of common sense left you. You
refused to remind yourself of the situation, the now, so even if it was for a moment, you let
yourself forget as you withered away under his touch.

Suguru just had that effect on people.

"Tell me what you want." He heaved away from the connection simply to ask, rolling your
nipple between his fingers–you knew he was doing it to make you stumble over your words,
watch how your face contoured in both pleasure and pain.

"I want you to stay." Your words were a stab to the heart, they felt as if nothing less. "I want
you to hold me. Touch me. Love me."

"I do love you, Baby." He let go of your chest, that hand sliding up to clasp your face
delicately. "But we both know I can only do so many of those things, especially right now."
His thumb swiped across your lower lip, dark eyes drinking in the view of your stunned
expression. "Let's focus on the now... I'll make it worth it."

With ease, his free hand dipped beneath your underwear, running his finger along your slit–
collecting your essence with his two fingers. And despite how monotonous his rugged
expression was, you didn't dare look away from it. You bit your bottom lip as your hips
twitched—you forgot just how addicting his touch really was.

Your eyes followed his gentle yet swift movements. Suguru easily pushes your thighs against
one another, only to then direct your ankles to rest on his left shoulder—the backs of your
upper thighs crammed close to his lower abdomen. Suguru's free arm wrapped around your
thighs, keeping you in place. His hand repositioned—you could no longer see it, but you
could feel him slide the lining of your panties aside, prodding two fingers at your entrance.

"Suguru..." You let your gaze trail up, landing on the ceiling. "M-More."

You didn't need to ask twice. Suguru pushed two fingers into your cunt, dark eyes watching
your complexion contour into bliss.
The need you felt for one another was palpable, consuming Suguru's mind with the only
notion to make you feel good. His fingering starts off slow—curling two digits inside you
only to get you worked up on his gentle pace.

"You're so sensitive." He hummed, enjoying the way your body trembled beneath him, his
thumb gliding over to press directly on your clit—his strong grip on your body never leaving.
He wouldn't let you look away from him either—you didn't even attempt it. "It's been a
while, hasn't it?"

"S-Since what?"

"Since you've been touched," He does it again, curling his two digits inside your cunt. Your
thighs clenched around his hand—but no avail, the pleasure only came tenfold. "You've been
waiting for me."

You knew he was right—you had yet to do anything since your last interaction with Suguru
—when he told you he was leaving.

And you hated how it felt all so familiar. How Suguru could get anything he wanted from
you, without a moment of reluctance. You were utterly addicted, bound to him by more than
just blood.

Your lips parted to reply, but such words died down the moment the gentle rhythm he set
changed. He no longer held back, plunging his fingers into your cunt with a rapid pace,
making sure to hit the sweet spot within. Your moans were so loud, music to his ears.

But above all, there was something with how your hand reached out, grabbing his wrist to try
and stall his movements. You whined, squirmed, and moaned his name—all in a way that
made him ache.

"Take it," He lowly whispered, gloomy eyes filled with many secrets kept glued to your
figure, all whilst leaning down—just enough—to take your nipple in his mouth, the lav of his
tongue dancing along your sensitivity. "I know you can, Sweetheart. Shit. You're a mess."

Crammed within the backseat of the car, with your pants pulled down to your ankles and your
jaw hung slack with the dirtiest moans Suguru had ever heard, he groaned. You were caught
up in the feeling of his fingers fucking into you ruthlessly that you hadn't in you to reply.

He felt your slick walls spasm around his finger lightly, and so he slowed his pace, your body
relaxing at the pause.

"Just let me cum," You were begging in nothing more than a breathless whisper, chest heavy
with exhaustion. "Please, Suguru. S-Stop teasing me."

"Can you handle it?" He spoke quietly, his fingers coming to a complete halt. His thumb
brushed up, gently swiping across you're puffy clit. "Gonna' take it like a good girl?"

You were in a state of mine that was nothing more than a temporary heaven given by Suguru
himself, clouded with only his touch—his words.
"Fuck, y-yes." And so you answered mindlessly. Your lips began babbling exactly what he
wanted to hear. "I-I can handle it—ah!"

He didn't hesitate to hold back, resuming his once mean and unruly pace to your heat. Your
back arched, your lashes fluttering as your hips stuttered. It was too much—but you loved it.

And Suguru knew that too. His knees bucked as you melted under him, your essence dripping
down your thighs and soaking your panties—which were still on. He had no trouble with
them in the way, pleasuring you as if they weren't even there.

You were close. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and the coil in your lower abdomen
was starting to form. Without warning, he leaned back up—forcing you into yet another kiss.

The last one.

It was raw and vulnerable, every pent-up emotion Suguru had for you was released in the
connection. He basked in how willing you were for him, parting your lips with a low whine
to let him taste you. His tongue danced alongside yours, your body lightly rocking against his
mean fingering.

"Cum for me, Princess." He gasped into the messy collision, swollen lips hungrily bashing
against your own. You couldn't control yourself, nor how dizzy his words made you feel.

Your vision blurred and the world around you collapsed for a mere moment. A depraved
whimper fell from your glossy lips, and never breaking the kiss, you did just as he asked.

You unraveled under his touch, hips stuttering and slick dripping down your legs—coating
his fingers messily. He kept on with his mean thrusts, riding you through your orgasm as your
hips tried to run from his fingers. His digits never left your hole though, curling within to
watch as you tipped over.

The moment was nothing but blissful, your high coming down as his fingers slowed.

And then Suguru hesitantly broke the kiss, snapping you right back to the reality you wished
desperately to escape.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the car, alongside your heavy panting and his
low breathing. You didn't look away from him, expression dazed from the sudden intensity.

"I hate you." You were the one to break the silence, your eyes narrowing as you bit on your
lower lip–hard—only to try and hold back the suffocating tears. "I-Is that why you came?"
You paused. "To get in my pants one last time?"

"God, no." His eyes lowered, his gaze trailed off. "I just... You know I want to say goodbye,
My Love. That's all."

"You shouldn't have."

"You think I don't know that?" He pauses, eyes narrowing. "Do you think I want to leave
you? You and Satoru?"
Your words choked up in your throat, and you found it hard to answer.

"I want to worship you. That's all I've ever wanted." He sucked in a breath, the position he
had put you in both never faltering. Despite being caged under him, you felt secure. Safe. "I
want to see you graduate, have my kids—hell, even marry you. More than anything, I want to
watch you achieve any damn thing you want–because I know you can."

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his own.

"But with me?" His voice lowered, and the gravity of his words crashed into you harder than
you foresaw. "I need you to understand—I will only ever hold you back. There is a glow in
you that people are bound to see."

He raised your hand to his lips, never breaking eye contact as he placed a gentle kiss right
where your fingers locked together.

"But I dull that glow, Y/n."

Looking back on everything that has happened, from the note to the never-ending days in
detention, it was only at that moment that you fully accepted what was to come in the near
future.

To fall in love with a man like Geto Suguru, was to know misery in its purest form.
 chapter twenty nine

°˖➴ HE WAS GONE.

And he has been for a month.

The days have been bleak, and school was still on pause. Classes were set to resume next
week, though everyone's hearts still felt heavy after the incident. You've yet to hear anything
about Suguru, even Toji, though you planned to keep it that way.

The process was slow, but you're starting to cherish what tomorrow can be. There was
something oddly peaceful about simply living with Satoru.

He practically moved in with you—your apartment did have an extra room so it was a perfect
excuse for him to wiggle his way in. You didn't mind, knowing you soon came to learn that
he always found himself tangled within both the sheets and your arms come morning. He
never slept in his own bed, he never felt the need to. You found solace in his body weight
lying on top of your own, his soft breathing pattern, and his groggy whispers of affirmation.

And despite finding happiness with Satoru...

You still missed Suguru—your heart yearned for him in an unexplainable way. A way that
never would be answered, as it never got the chance to. And despite such a longing—a
craving you're sure would never leave—you were starting to enjoy life without him.

It's all he wanted, right? For you to be happy with Satoru—to thrive without him. You keep
assuring yourself, mentally.

Right now though, with your shorts dropped to your ankles and the soft chatter from the TV
in the living room whisking through the atmosphere, you felt as your nerves had been
stunned. There was a moment of stillness in the air, something so terrifying about it you
couldn't quite place.

At that moment, it nearly felt as if everything you had built up in the past month crumbled—
right within your palm. You tried to swallow your worries, tell yourself everything would be
okay.

But the positive pregnancy test in your hand wasn't helping you out whatsoever.

You should've known—especially after so many careless occasions with the two. Your period
was still yet to show, putting your suspicions through the roof.

It only left the question to linger in the air.

Who was the father?

•~•
°˖➴ "HOW HAVE YOU BEEN FEELING?" Shoko's voice went unheard to you, your eyes
glued to the window-like wall right beside where you two sat—specifically in a booth. She
eyes you for a long moment, waiting for some sort of answer. She found it hard to glimpse
one though, you looked tired beyond belief. Satoru's even been complaining to Shoko about it
—how you needed a day with a girl. "Y/n?"

The sun was bright, peeking inside the small cafe you both were lounging in. Shoko's
somewhat long hair was pinned back in a low bun, a simple beige sweater and Levi's jeans
glued to her legs. She caught your attention when she called out, your tired eyes flickering
over to meet her own. Shit. You dazed off.

"Yeah?" You raised a hand, rubbing your eyes softly. "I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry—"

"You never are. Not lately." She cut you off, her cheek resting on one hand while her other
dipped a french fry into some sauce. She spoke the words so casually, you forced yourself to
glance at her. Entirely. "Look... You can lay out whatever the hell is going on. I'm not Satoru
—and Im sure in the hell not Suguru." She paused, plopping the fry in her mouth with ease.
"Im here, Y/n."

You didn't want her to be though.

You wanted Suguru.

"I know." You replied quietly, your eyes narrowing as well as your gaze. "I know you are,
Shoko, b-but—"

"No buts. Just spit it out." Shoko finally put her full attention on you, simply waiting. Waiting
for some sort of explanation. "Im certain that whatever crisis you're going through right now,
It's about Suguru."

It's always been about Suguru.

"No." You were brisk to raise your sleeve to your face, damping away at the tears that were
already forming. "No... I've moved on—"

"Did you know..." Her voice was low, just as it always remained. Though there was an edge
to it you couldn't quite place—a melchonaly that was familiar. "That even if you forgot a
traumatic event, if your mind gets to that point of dismissing something so miserable... It still
doesn't go away."

You swallowed hard, it felt like your throat was closing in on itself.

"What do you mean...?"

"I mean there will be no forgetting, Y/n." Shoko's tone came out much harsher than she
intended. "Your body will remember everything. It still does. Your soul. Suguru is—"

"God, please don't tell me that." Your voice nearly cracked. "You're not helping me
whatsoever."
"You need to hear it." She picked up another fry, eating it silently. "You need to open your
eyes."

"They have been opened—"

"Bullshit." She swallowed her bite, her eyes narrowing as she caught you glaring at her.
"When was the last time you've actually left the house? Today? It's been weeks, Y/n. You're
lost, and you know it just as much as everyone else."

She sighed, standing up from the other side of the booth. She fished out a twenty from her
back pocket, easily placing it on the table.

"Until you want to open up," She sighed. "Dont contact me. I have shit going on too—"

"Im pregnant, Shoko." You're trying to hold it together, but the weight of your words were
heavy—much more than you anticipated. Your chest tightens, tears gloss over your eyes.
"There. Happy?"

...

"... Pregnant?" She sat back down just as quickly as she stood, her eyes wide and expression
changed. She looked worried now, confused even. "As in... There is a child growing inside of
you?"

You looked at her for a long moment, your eyes lowering.

"Yeah." You swallowed hard. "That's right."

"Who's the father?"

You went silent, the tension running between you and Shoko palpable. The lack of words
hangs between you both, the reality of the situation fully and utterly sinking in. Your thoughts
whirl at her question, because in truth, you hadn't a damn clue. You didn't even know how
long you've been pregnant for. Your bottom lip gets caught up in your front teeth, desperately
trying to bite back the tears.

"God damnit, Y/n..." She shook her head, raising her hand to feel her forehead. She looked
stressed, maybe even disappointed. God. It made your stomach churn. "Who all knows?"

"You..." You wipe at your eyes once more, quickly. "A-And me."

She sighs, her eyes never leaving your helpless figure. She pitied you, you didn't have to look
at her to know. You could simply feel it.

"That's it?" She quietly asks.

"That's it." You confirm.

There was a moment of silence that passed between you two. Questions flooded your mind,
blurring the sense of view you once had—why did you even tell Shoko? You knew, better
than anyone, you should've rushed to Satoru the moment you found out. But you couldn't,
there were too many doubts poking you.

Three men could possibly be the father. Though one is dead, one has run away with
seemingly no chance of returning, and then there was Satoru.

What if he left you, too?

"W-What do I do, Shoko?" You finally asked, unable to control the break in your voice. The
strain in your tone. "Fuck. I can't tell Satoru. W-What if he leaves too--"

"He won't." She was quick to cut you off, her eyes narrowing. She didn't hesitate to pull out
her phone, her fingers swiping across the screen with ease. "He won't." She lowly repeated
once again, raising the phone to her ear.

Oh shit.

No.

She was calling someone.

Your fists clenched around themselves tightly, hands still laid in your own lap, all as you did
nothing more than watch Shoko with wide eyes and a look of confusion.

Was she...

"Satoru," The moment she spoke into the call, your heart nearly dropped to your stomach.
You tried to raise your hands, waving at her desperately to stop. She only carried on,
nonchalantly at that. "Hey. Meet me at the address I've sent you. Mhm. Oh, yeah."

It was quick. She ended the call, easily placing her phone on the table.

You both went silent for a long moment.

Shoko was the one to break it. "Hes on his way." She reached out, casually grabbing the drink
she had ordered. A coffee. "Ill be off now."

"Y-Youre leaving?" You shook your head. "Shoko, no. He doesn't even know I'm here—"

"You'll figure it out." She stood up, sending you a small smile. "Its now or never, Love."
 chapter thirty

°˖➴ "Y/N?" NERVOUSLY, you glance up. The sweet aroma of coffee fills your senses, but
you can't seem to focus on anything other than the baffled-looking Satoru standing in front of
the table.

He sounded just as confused as he looked, awkwardly pushing his hands into the pockets of
his jeans. He expected to see Shoko, that much was obvious.

Not a teary-eyed you.

As you sit there, silent, you could only hope he would just turn around. Turn around and walk
away—because you feared your next tomorrow with him.

"What happened?" Too quick to notice, Satoru had swiped off the dark lenses glued to his
face—finally getting a better look at your broken complexion. He huffed out a sigh, setting
himself next to you in the booth—easily wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging, no,
forcing you closer. "Where's Shoko, Love?"

He paused, wrapping a single finger around one of your [locks/braids] as he hesitated on his
next words. "Did... Did she tell you something? Is that why you're crying?"

"Oh... No. She left." You managed to whisper out. And despite Satoru removing his glasses
simply to look at you in your full, you refused to meet his gaze. Keeping your own glued to
your lap.

"Why?"

"She had... Things to do."

His eyes narrowed, his grip on your waist grew a little tighter.

"Such as?"

Why did he have to keep pushing? He wouldn't stop looking at you, and you swore you
regretted every decision leading up to now. Why couldn't he just leave for once? Why did
Gojo Satoru have to be so obnoxiously curious?

"Look, I don't know. Maybe she butt-dialed you—"

"Mmm, Shoko never does that. And I was told specifically to meet her here."

"Y-Yeah." Your lips press into a thin line. "Her. Not me."

He rolled his eyes before easily grabbing your chin, dipping it up, and compelling you to
meet his icy gaze. Shivers racked down your spine, and you swore the door to the café
must've opened because everything suddenly felt chilly—his touch, your chest, his words.
"Do you really expect me to believe that bullshit?" His words are genuine, and there isn't a
beat of hesitation behind them. You closed your eyes as he spoke, desperately trying to steady
your breathing. "Tell me what's going on, right now. I can see it all over your face, something
is bothering that pretty little head of yours."

"See what?" He's persistent. A trait you weren't sure if you should loathe or adore. "You're
imagining things, Gojo."

His sights narrow.

You never call him Gojo.

Not lately.

"Im imagining things?" A long, calculated sigh fell from his lips, all as he softly let go of
your chin, just so he could place his chin in the crook of your shoulder. "Why won't you let
me in—"

"Why do you even want to come in?" You were quick to cut him off, your voice cracking
halfway through. "You can stop pretending like you care."

There's a second where his eyes flicker with something you had a hard time recognizing. Was
he hurt? Was he confused? Even you couldn't read his piercing blue gaze, settling on
adverting your own and hiding both hands in between your thighs.

It was a meager attempt to push him away, say mean things, and hope that he'd get hurt and
leave. You instantly regretted it though, especially with how he was looking at you. There
was a pit in your stomach—and it just wouldn't go away. Not even with these new words.

"What makes you think I don't care?" He seemed unbothered, pressing his lips to your neck.
He wasn't kissing you, and he closed his eyes. The action felt like a plea. A silent plea. "Tell
me. Why don't I care, Y/n—"

You scoff, bitterly, utterly cutting off his desperate words.

You meet his gaze, swallowing hard before you prepare to bring up exactly what you've
pushed out. Every time you look at Satoru, it's all you do. Ignore the before—before the
Shibuya, before the heist, before the note.

"Remember when you cut my hair?" The words felt so bitter on your tongue, so bleak.
"When you'd trip me every day, cackle, and force me to pick up my things myself? Tell me
nobody would ever love me—because who could love a bitchy girl like me, right?"

He remained silent, letting you carry on. You got caught up in the feeling of letting it out,
ignoring all common sense—it came naturally. Everything you've never dared to say.

Now that you think back on it, Satoru was just drilling nonsense into your head to keep you
to himself. To avoid the possibility of you even having the mere thought that anyone could
ever want you more than he himself.
"You've always been mean." You don't look at him, you can't. "Let's be real... You only really
started liking me after we had sex—"

"You're pregnant." He paused, closing his eyes and pulling away seamlessly. "Aren't you?"

There was a brisk moment of silence that followed suit after his bold words. Your throat went
dry, and no matter how hard you tried to keep your sights set on your lap, they still managed
to drift, meeting Satoru's gaze with doe-like confusion.

"No?" You try to hide it all under a breathless sigh. The truth. "No, you've got this all wrong,
Satoru—"

There it is. He's got you—and now he knows for certain.

You're back. You called him Satoru.

"I found a pregnancy test in the trash this morning." Satoru doesn't know who it belongs to,
but he reaches out and scoots a coffee closer to him. He stirred it a little, unable to look away
from the glimmer of the ice in the glass dish. "Just kind of... Laying there. It was positive."

Of course, he dug through the trash. Disgusting. It wasn't his first time either.

"It's not mine." Your voice cracks, but you collect yourself faster than you can fall apart. "It's
n-not—"

"Am I not good enough for you?"

The question came out of nowhere, you felt your heart physically tighten at his lowly spoken
words. The chatter of the café consumed your senses, but the only thing you found yourself
willing to do was look at him.

"You are."

You don't know what else to say, and it's only making the ache in your breast heavier. Tears
gloss your vision, though, unlike the other times, you didn't care to hide these ones.

"Then why?" He asks quietly. He stops stirring the coffee. "Why won't you love me as you
love Suguru?"

You wondered why he used love—when Satoru could've said loved. Because Geto Suguru
was something of the past now, right? He was no longer here, and he wouldn't be, ever. So
why would you trouble yourself to think of the grim man? Satoru thought to himself often.
But, Satoru wasn't thinking straight. He never was, he told himself moments after.

Satoru has been telling you nonstop whenever the man had been brought up; Don't think
about him, Y/n. He'd scold, even when you were simply reminiscing. You knew he was only
trying to protect you, but damn did it hurt.

There's a secret to every second, and as they passed, he watched as your conflicted
expression contoured into feelings he never wanted to see in you. Anger. Regret. Guilt.
Sadness.

Satoru knows that you still love him. Miss him. He doesn't like thinking about the things that
man could push you to do, because just as much as he feared what he'd do for you, he feared
what you'd do for Suguru.

It's why he had to block him out.

"I do love you, Satoru." Were they pretty white lies? You didn't know, but it was all you could
say. All you could manage as his piercing gaze picked away at your composure. "I love you
so much. I-I really do, so please don't say his n-name—"

"Then be honest, My Love." He cooed, frowning when you only continued spiraling. You felt
one arm snake around your side, firmly grabbing your hip before scooting you directly into
his arms. Thankfully the booth you two sat at was in the back of the shop, hidden from prying
eyes. "Are you..."

He didn't finish the sentence knowing fully you could fill in the blanks yourself.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you hesitated. Overbearing thoughts of everything that's
possibly going wrong invade your mind, making it hard to steady your breathing.

You were in Satoru's arms though, hidden and tucked away from any judgment or guilt. You
felt warm, bubbly, and above all, safe. Something natural that came with being so close to the
snow-headed male. After an instant of silence, two of his fingers dipped your chin up, forcing
you to meet his soft-lidded gaze.

You did it then. When you were finally eye-to-eye with him.

You nodded. It was all you could manage.

And even through the whirlwind of grief you were going through, you still caught the
glimmer behind Satoru's sights. How he scooted a little closer, how his fingers tightened
hopefully around your adoring face.

"So..." His thumb raises, swiping away the clear plumes of tears slipping down your cheeks.
"I'm going to be... A... You know—"

"A dad?" You quietly whisper out, finishing the sentence for him. He looks at you like he
can't believe the words slipping past your pretty lips. Shit. Satoru really wanted to kiss you
now, an ache runs through his bones, and he's suddenly tapping his foot under the table. "...
Maybe."

Oh God.

Satoru's heart dropped to his gut, his eyes widened briefly, his breath hitched.

He couldn't help the way his eyes trailed down, landing on the outline of your (whatever the
fuck shirt ur wearing idk).
"And you?" He's been holding it back, the smile threatening to draw to his lips as the
conversations pursued. "You're gonna be a mommy."

He leans down, pressing a kiss just below your ear. His hand carelessly lowers to your
stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress you gently.

You waited for the question, the question you were certain he'd ask first. Who's is it?

But Satoru never did.

And it seemed like he wasn't going to, as tensions lifted, and languid giggles filled your
booth. He told you the truth, that he'd be here, mindlessly and undoubtedly. Despite hating
what he's once done to you, Satoru knows that he has to be here from now on. Even if he
were to never get the same affection from you—the kind you seemingly only show Suguru—
Satoru still silently vowed to be there for you.

He really did like you. He always has.

Because you were the kind of girl that'd spit in his face. Without hesitation, too.

As for you, you wished you could love Satoru the same way you adore him. But at the end of
the day, you'll never forget...

Suguru's the kind of boy to look at you with a certain love-sick, timid awh.

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three months later.

He took me to the beach last week. Satoru did.

We danced, I was wearing a sundress—a straw hat.

He then proposed.

I wished to say 'no'. But when I thought for a mere moment longer, I realized there was no
future without Satoru.

And the two baby girls growing in my tummy.

He told me we'd wait. That for now, the ring was a simple promise. Five years from now,
Satoru promised to wed me.

The wind felt nice, the atmosphere was warm as was the sand. I wish I could go again. The
sea was vast, it looked never-ending.

I wonder if Suguru's been to the beach. Surely, yes. He's a man of curiosity, mystery, too. He
was also sweet, sometimes sour, all at once.

He was everything.
He was my everything.

I hate parts of myself for taking it all for granted. For once having the idea to hurt him and
Satoru. I then remind myself, they're the same way.

We're all no better than each other. There was a point in time when we all hurt each other.

Wanted to hurt each other.

But that's just what humans do, right?

Though... Suguru—

The revving of a car outside your apartment window pulls your attention from your pen.
Hidden and tangled within the covers, you had utterly dismissed the busy world around you,
your fiance forgotten.

A journal is lying on your thighs, widened with writings of your mind littered around. Your
stomach is swollen, round with a baby growing inside.

Two, actually.

You were having twins.

Throwing your feet over the edge of your bed, you make your way to the window, catching a
glimpse of Satoru pulling into the apartment parking area.

Three months have since passed, and you have a hard time telling if every day gets worse or
better. Satoru picked up an extra job on campus to start saving for your own place. Your
current apartment wouldn't be big enough for your new small family, after all, so you two
planned to move as soon as the twins turned old enough for school. The place was dirt cheap
and paid for in advance by your family. The lease still had a few years to it, thankfully.

Still, Satoru was graduating soon, and assured that the moment he did, he could and would
support the four of you.

Though for now, he still had to focus on actually getting to the point of graduating, just like
you. You've been doing your work from home, spending your days in bed—writing in a
fanciful journal after tedious sessions of attempting to complete your never-ending
assignments.

Thoughts of Suguru still constantly plague you. Nightmares of Naoya, too.

The occasion has been happening quite a lot lately. Awaking in the middle of the night from
an odd dream, only to sink and wither away within the cold covers, weeping out silently.

Satoru always woke up though, pulling and cradling you in his arms as you sobbed, the clock
ticking past midnight. He's been urging you for therapy, to simply speak to someone—even if
it wasn't him—because he could see it. See what this was all doing to you.
You were still hesitant. You knew he'd eventually win though, especially after the babies
were born.

You try your best to push away even the mere thought. Thinking about it creates an
impending pit in your stomach, one you find hard to control yourself. If you think too much,
you may just grow ill, and hurl up the emotions on the carpet rubbing against your bare soles.

You watch as he hurriedly bustles out of the car, steering around to the backseat...

Your eyes squint in curiosity, watching as he swings open the back doors. "What is that man
doing..." You feel foolish for watching him like this, but you couldn't help your morbid
curiosity.

Especially when he tugged out a young boy—one who had a scowl stricken upon his gloomy
features. Moments later came a girl. She looked just like the boy, their features were the same
—the only difference being gender and hair color. Age, too.

Satoru held both of the children's hands, throwing some baggage over his shoulder in the
process. With a gentle briskness, he then began urging them inside the dormitory buildings.

You lose sight of him and the kids, doing nothing more than remaining still at the window,
you close your eyes and sigh shakily.

"What have you done, Satoru?"

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"Satoru." Your voice comes out as an augury, your brows are threaded as you eye him from a
doorframe near the entrance. Your apartment wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. Not big
enough for two random children, yet here he was, guiding the two toddlers inside. "Care to
explain?"

He's taking off his shoes when your voice suddenly catches his attention.

"Explain what?"

Oh. You hated it when he played this card.

He was acting clueless. On purpose.

"The two gremlins standing behind you—"

"Stop that. They're not gremlins, they're our new roommates." He sends you a frown before
glancing down at the tiny girl hiding behind his back. A sigh fell past his lips, all before he
crouched down to her level. "Tsumiki, don't be scared. She doesn't bite. That's my fiance—"

"I might just bite you, Satoru, If you don't give me an explanation right now... I swear." You
huff out, your hands lowering to hold your belly in comfort. "What do you mean roommates?
Do you think we have the room? The money? The time? Where the hell did these kids come
from anyway—"
"Let's talk. Outside." Satoru cuts you off before you can blow up anymore in front of them.
"Megumi. Put somethin' on the TV and watch your sister. We'll be right back—"

"Are you joking?" You scoff, shooting him a glare before making your way over to the three.
You crouch down, still glaring at Satoru before threading your fingers through the little boy's
hands and pulling him a little closer. He had a backpack on, seemingly holding all his
belongings. "We can't just leave them alone while we go talk. They look no older than six,
maybe seven. You need to use your brain sometimes, especially considering you'll be a parent
yourself soon."

You sigh, closing your eyes as you think for a long moment.

The little boy has a small blush on his cheeks as you hold his hand and think. Satoru stands,
holding the little girl, Tsumiki, in his arms gently and warmly.

"What's your name?" You settle on quietly, opening your eyes to meet the little boy's gape.
You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed, annoyed, or plainly smitten. "Hm?"

"Megumi." He pauses, his eyes drifting away. "Are you dating weird face?"

You have to hold back a giggle. Weird face?

"Do you mean that guy?" With a sheepish smile, you point behind you at Satoru, earning a
blunt nod from Megumi. The sounds of mechanical machinery breezed through the complex,
the mid-day orange sun peaked through the curtains. "Mhm. We are—"

"Actually, we're married, little bro—" Satoru tried to cut in, though you were quick to block
him out.

"Not yet." Your soft, sweet smile remains as you virtually rejected the snow-headed male. He
grew more sulky with every passing word. "Not for another five years."

"Why five?" The little boy asks simply, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly. "That
seems like a long engagement."

"Well..." You sigh, tapping your index on your bottom lip—diving deep into thought. "We're
too young and broke right now. We're still in school, actually. Just like you."

The boy seemed to know that. He didn't look surprised, but he still nodded alongside your
words, telling you with the simple movement that he was listening.

"Not to mention... Our life is pretty busy right now." You extend your hand out, showing him
the appealing piece of jewelry wrapped around your ring finger. It was simple, all Satoru
could afford. You loved it, nonetheless. "I don't think we'd be able to fit a wedding into our
schedule. The ring is more like a... Promise ring."

"Promise ring?" He asked lowly, respectfully.

"A promise ring is nothing more than a devout promise, as the name implies." You tilt your
head a little as you explain. "If we could be married now, then we would be. But sometimes
the world just doesn't work like that. He's promising that one day, even if it's far out in the
future, that he'll marry me."

"Good try, Y/n." Satoru waved his hand dismissively, all with a teasing look. "He can't
understand romantic gestures. From what I've learned, he's exactly like his dad..."

Your lips form into an O, all as you curiously eye the little boy. "His dad? Ah... It's okay. He's
young, maybe he'll understand one day, yes?"

"I actually understand..." Megumi quietly cuts in, his gaze trailing to the floor. "I have one
question."

"Hm?" Both you and Satoru hum in unison, sending one another a glance of amusement
immediately after.

"..." The boy lifts one finger, he shyly points at your stomach. "How can you be a mom, and
in school with me?"

There was a pang in your chest at the question. Such a simple inquiry comes from a curious
soul. Because a part of you knew this shouldn't be the case, you shouldn't be pregnant. You
didn't want to be, you wanted to attend school and have fun. Though even thinking of ridding
the baby from your belly, it made you feel ill. Upon seeing you falter on an answer, Satoru
frowned a little.

"I'm not in school with you, Silly." You laugh with a sigh. You pause for a long moment, you
can't find it in you to reply to him. You settle on an offer—one you knew he'd like. "Would
you like to go to the park, Megumi?"

He looks a little confused at first, a little hesitant. He didn't expect to be dismissed, ignored
even. Though after a long moment of soaking in your soft expression, the boy looks away
with a small flush to his pale cheeks.

"Yes—" Megumi attempts to answer.

"I do!" Though the girl chimes in from Satoru's arms, smiling in excitement, unaware that she
had cut off her quiet little brother.

You smile a little, sighing before standing up fully. "Is that okay, Satoru?" You ask quietly,
lifting your head to look at him. You're taken off guard when you notice how he's looking at
you, in pure and utter awe.

"Why wouldn't it be?" He tilts his head a little, walking past you to place Tsumiki on the
couch in your small living room. "We can watch them play—"

"And talk." You finish firmly, eyeing him suspiciously. Nothing was adding up, where were
their parents? You knew Satoru was an unpredictable individual, but to such an extent—to
bring two kids home when you were already pregnant with two yourself? It was a crazy
thought itself, much less something to really accept. "I don't know what the hell happened—"
"Baby." He was the one to warn you this time. His touch was soft, maybe even an attempt to
be cutesy. "Language."

You only manage to look at Satoru for an extended moment, soaking in the view of him
setting aside Tsumiki. She was struggling with her coat as she was sat on the couch, though
Satoru quickly leaned down to try and help her. They were both clumsy, it was infectiously
cute.

"Sorry." Your words were sugar-coated, obviously fake, but Satoru paid no mind to it as he
easily recognized the playful edge to it, too. "I'm just confused why we're about to have four
babies running around."

He sighs, lifting his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Just go shower and get dressed, Sweetheart." Satoru pleaded with a weary look in his eyes.
The moment he lifted his glasses, you noticed he was hiding a black eye. The bruise made
you raise a brow, though you remained silent and let him rant on. "We'll eat lunch or
something while we wait for you. As soon as we get to the park, I'll explain everything I can
tell you—"

"Satoru." You frown, your feet begin to move on their own. Guiding Megumi with you over
to the living room, you set him down. Only to kill the last bit of space between you and
Satoru. To gently grab his arm, and pull him up to his feet. "Please."

"Please what?"

He smirks at the pout you give him.

God, did he love you.

"Please tell me the truth. I deserve to know." Your brows pinch together, you look helpless.
After a moment of letting your anguished plea set into the thick atmosphere, you lean in and
press a soft kiss to the side of his cheek. "When... The time comes."

And with that, you pull back to go take a shower; or try to.

But before you even get the chance, Gojo's already got an arm delicately wrapped around
your waist, urging you back over to him so he could hug you tightly, firmly, desperately.

He's holding onto you like you're his lifeline, maybe because you really were. You knew he
was yours, he always would be, even if wished not for. You didn't say anything, giving him
bliss-coated ignorance as he buried his face in your neck. He rubbed your lower back at the
same time, pressing his lips to the crown of your ear lovingly. You didn't know why, nor
understood it, but it was his favorite place to kiss you.

He loved whispering sweet nothings in the process. Not now though, because he didn't need
to. The embarrassed and disgusted giggles of the kids broke out behind before they rushed
away, climbing onto the other sofas to throw the pillows at you two.
He pulled away with a gasp, immediately bending down to pick up a pillow and chuck it at
Megumi. "She's pregnant you gremlins! Don't throw things, h-hey!"

A giggle tumbles past your lips as you slip away from the room, letting the three indulge in
their pillow fight. All as your own mind wandered into the desolate silence you've sought to
escape.
 chapter thirty one

three weeks before the present.

°˖➴ SATORU WAS ON HIS WAY TO WORK when an odd text got sent to his inbox.

He even pulled over his car to read it over properly, his mind unknowingly breaking down
every piece of it that he could manage.

It was hard though, trying to understand the meaning and sense behind such a message. Why
he should follow its directions, and what might happen through it all. His knuckles turned
white from the force he was using when holding his phone, Satoru's never been this
conflicted.

It was only his second month on the job, but he was already considering ditching his shift for
this.

Shit. The job was a good one, too. It was wrong to have the thought of even calling in sick,
especially knowing damn well he needs the money for you, him, and the babies.

Satoru couldn't forget about his girls.

He didn't know why, but something deep in his gut told him there was more to the message,
more for him to find out.

Cars continued to pass through the busy Tokyo streets surrounding him from every corner,
the window to his own vehicle was rolled down, giving the wind permission to kiss every
inch of his well-structured face. Snow white locks cascaded lidded sights, the wind picked
up, and so did his hair.

It was a simple address. It came from Shoko, too.

He waited, and waited for a minute longer. Finally, when Satoru was certain she wouldn't
send an explanation, he began typing.

Another few messages from her flew in though, causing his thumbs to freeze entirely. He
didn't even get the time to finish his own memo before a chill ran down his spine.

The next messages Shoko sent caused Satoru to act in a way he'd never once had.

Shoko I.
I think Suguru's on campus.

You should go check Fushiguro's room.

I was passing by to drop off some late assignments when I ran into him.
His eyes glossed over the messages in a quick moment, seconds later, the car was started and
Satoru was speeding down the street, eyes dropped with the sole intent of persuading his best
friend back to humanity.
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Satoru tried desperately to prepare himself before even entering the school's vicinity, but
nothing would put his mind at ease. Not even you, as whenever Satoru got the heart to
imagine such doting eyes and sly smiles, it only made him ache further.

He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't, but there was an uncontrollable need to
figure out Suguru. For someone like Satoru had grown obsessed with the soft way Suguru
would speak his name, the calculated gazes he'd push to read whatever expression Suguru
had on.

It was instinct at this point, reading Suguru, and whatever the hell he was feeling.

Had Satoru grown messy with his care though? Maybe it was you who had momentarily
taken his focus away from Suguru. He didn't know why, but Satoru unknowingly blamed
himself. He should've paid a little more attention to Suguru, and then maybe, just maybe,
such a reckless mess could've been avoided.

Though was there anything he could even do? Had fate already taken its course, was this all a
useless attempt?

It killed him not being able to know. Not being able to look into the future, and hopefully see
all three of you—running around the house, caring for four children.

Because just as much as Satoru cared for you, he too cared for Suguru within the same
velocity. Maybe even more.

His lips part slightly, his breathing is erratic. It's so unbearably unsteady that Satoru can no
longer ignore the lump in his throat, the knot in his chest. All as he turned the last corner he
needed, the view of Fushiguro's room door came into view.

Satoru froze.

His eyes landed on Suguru, his jaw clenched, his fists tightened.

He's been yet to allow himself to feel anything for the situation as a whole. He's prioritized
you, school, and work. No—Satoru couldn't comprehend it all, maybe that's what his
resistance has been until now.

There Suguru stood. He was waiting in front of Fushiguro's classroom door like nothing had
even happened, his attention consumed by the small device in his palm.

Nothing felt real anymore, it was the first time in months that Satoru had seen Suguru. It was
weird catching sight of, considering the news Satoru had been hiding from you.
About a month ago, Suguru killed his parents. He's wanted now, he's been deemed as a cold-
hearted murderer by the press.

They failed to mention the atrocities any Zenin committed. A fact Satoru couldn't wrap his
head around; he can barely process the situation as it is.

Suguru wasn't really a monster...

Right?

His breathing grew labored, his chest felt tight.

"Suguru." The name slipped past his unknowingly, like he couldn't control it. Suguru lifted
his gaze from his phone, he was met with blue—stunned—sights. Satoru hated how he
smiled warmly, tilting his head even. The gesture was sickening, it caused the knot in his
heart to only grow. "Is it worth it?"

Suguru didn't reply for a long moment, he remained still, gaze locked with Satoru's.

"Worth ruining everything that has been built?" Satoru took a step closer, a single bead of
sweat rolled down his temple. "Everything that has been said. Done. Felt—"

"Who's to say it's been ruined?" Suguru cut him off simply, unbothered with the way Satoru
was getting worked up. With how every passing second, he watched as his once closest friend
melted into vexation and confusion. It was his fault though, a truth Suguru was forced to
face. "I've gotten the last of all such things, and I'll cherish that. I no longer yearn for it
though—"

"Bullshit." Satoru hissed. "You're telling me... You don't miss her?"

Satoru laughed bitterly, taking one step closer.

"... Of course, I miss—"

"If that was the, you wouldn't have left." They were suddenly closer than ever, Satoru had
killed any remaining space between the two. "Do... Do you even comprehend what you've
done to her?" He paused. "Do you care?"

Suguru looked unamused, staying silent for a long instant—Satoru wasn't sure if he was
avoiding the answer, or if he was thinking too deliberately on what to say.

"I..." Suguru paused once more, his lips parted, ready to spill the blunt truth to Satoru. He
could practically feel a despondent set of eyes striking into him, a breath of anger fanning
across his nose.

Before Suguru had the chance to say a word more, the door beside the two opened.

And out came Toji Fushiguro.

A new-found tension filled the air the moment Suguru's gaze landed on him. He was no
longer consumed by the idea of you and Gojo, he was filled with rage.

It was a different, uncontrollable kind of rage—Suguru was filled with the undeniable need to
exorcize.

To rid the world of sins—as a man of sin stood right before him.

Suguru didn't care that Toji Fushiguro disliked the Zenins himself. How could he after Riko?
There was no room for acceptance nor forgiveness. That was the harsh truth, bitten and
hidden under his tongue, swallowed away.

His soul ached upon seeing the man, his blood rushed, and every cell in Suguru's body told
him bluntly—he hated the fucker. Plain and simple. Any of the Zenin animals.

Satoru pulled back from Suguru, his eyes widening briefly upon following Suguru's gaze.

"Eh..." Fushiguro was smoking in a nonchalant manner, holding some documents on the side
of his arm. His eyes narrowed, rolling over to land on Satoru. Then Suguru. "Geto?"

With a step towards Fushiguro, Suguru subconsciously bumped shoulders with Satoru.
Smiling warmly, he then fished out a photo from his pocket.

"Sir." The piece of paper was folded, held by only two of Suguru's fingers. "I've brought you
something before I take my leave."

Fushiguro's sights narrowed, he took a long drag from his cigarette.

"You think you're leaving?"

Suguru closed his eyes, still smiling.

"I know I am."

With ease, Suguru then let the photo he was holding drop. He tossed it lightly, the paper
opened in the turmoil of falling, landing open on the marbled floor with ease.

Fushiguro's eyes lowered, landing on the contents of the photo.

It was a view of Naoya.

A pale, bloodied Naoya.

"A gift," Suguru spoke softly, letting both hands slide into the confines of his pocket. He
relished the way Toji's eyes widened, flashing with a new-found confusion. "A memory of
the friend you once had."

A sick smile dawned on Fushiguro's lips, like the things being spoken to him were foolish.
The scar glued to his lip upturned alongside his smirk, his posture even straightens.
"Oh... You're still pissed off about that?"

Toji cackles, shaking his head. "Look, kid. Business is business, and back then I wasn't a
teacher. Can't say I had any obligation for you little shits back then. Money is money, and..."

Toji hummed.

"You've got a bounty on your head, don't ya' know?"

Fushiguro wasn't wrong, but it just wasn't adding up for Suguru, and Satoru; why did Toji
seem unaffected by the photo? It threw them off—they knew he was cold-hearted, a man who
didn't even prioritize his own blood. But Naoya Zenin was his niece—his pupil.

Toji Fushiguro was a prominent name in the early records of Suguru Geto and Gojo Satoru.
He wasn't any normal teacher—he was caught up in a business the two wanted nothing to do
with.

A business so dangerous—Riko managed to get caught up in one of the shootings.

Suguru couldn't think straight right now. He could only process all the things that had been
done to him, the things he'd seen—all under the hand of the infamous Zenin clan. He'd end it
here, once and for all. He'd grant you a safe future, worry-free from the cursed bloodline,
whilst also attaining vengeance through the process of it all.

Maybe if Suguru just simply picked a different college—maybe if he hadn't fallen in love
with you over a sweet gesture years ago, one that led him to tail you to this university,
unknowing of the Zenin's who worked here...

Maybe this all would've never happened if that was the case.

"It means nothing to me." Suguru replied simply.

"That the entirety of Japan what's you gone—put on trial?" Toji raised the cigarette he was
smoking, taking a long drag from it as he continued. "Do you really think I'd let you go
knowing that?"

"Of course, you wouldn't," Satoru interjects, his gaze piercing with a disdainful gleam.
"Greed enshrouds your being entirely. There is no moral, no boundary that you wouldn't
cross, simply for money. We know what you're capable of, we've seen it first-hand—"

"If you know what I can do, then why trouble yourselves with me?" Toji reminded, an
expression of cockiness laced upon his gruff features. "... Remind me. Did they want you
dead, or alive?"

"So... That's how it is. You're going to kill me?" Suguru shook his head. Oh, how humorous it
sounded to him. He let it show, a small smile reached his lips. "And then what? You'll get
your fill, but who's to say Satoru will keep quiet when Investigators ask about you—
specifically... What you do to get the numbers in your bank, because by then, the truth will be
out, won't it? So... Then whats your next move?"
"Perhaps you're right. There will be a price to pay when exterminating you, undoubtedly. But
im willing to take that risk." Toji smiled. "He looks more like an accomplice rather than a
civilian to me."

Toji pauses, letting his words drill into their head under the silence.

"Two dead teenagers wouldn't be able to testify against me. A truth we all know." With every
passing moment, Toji was only adding fuel to a raging fire. "Ah... Could you guess... Who'd
be next after Gojo?"

Suguru held on for another moment.

And then one more.

All before his control utterly snapped.

It no longer felt amusing, the things Toji Fushiguro was spouting. His undertoned threats to
hurt you, his beloved, his dearest, his everything.

His blood heated, his vision blurred, and before Suguru himself could comprehend it, his fist
had launched toward the man, eager to feel skin fading under his unruly force.

His aim honed precision, Suguru targeted the neck, where halting breaths awaited struggle,
where he believed for a mere moment—I have a chance. Amidst the convulsion of thoughts,
his breathing turns ragged, Suguru poised to understand Fushiguro fully. He stood no chance
against the man's pure sheer force, he must wane the Professor to even wish for a chance at
triumph.

He was too caught up in his own mind though, Suguru was blinded with turmoil, a shroud of
light—it was a need, a forbidden dance to exorcize. Something that trembled all throughout
his bones. He underestimated his opponent, as Toji was quick, quicker than Suguru could
have ever foreseen. Reaching behind his back, Fushiguro pulled a gun that was hidden away
in the back of his pocket—even before Suguru could get an opening on the man.

"Suguru!"

Satoru's shaky voice reverberated throughout the shiny hallways, he was sharp on his feet in a
matter of moments, his hand sliding into his sweatshirt pocket before launching himself
towards both Fushiguro and Suguru.

No. No. No.

Satoru couldn't handle the thought of seeing Suguru painted in red—he was moving on his
own.

With a pocket knife gripped tightly in his fist, and his face taut with emotions, Satoru seethed
knowing he had brought this originally for Suguru. It didn't render through his mind, that he
shouldn't be doing this.

That this would really make him an accomplice.

He was acting on free spirit though, forcefully shoving Suguru out of the way—simply to
reach the Zenin man and attempt to stop him.

His efforts weren't in vein, Satoru nearly tackled the teacher to the ground, and the gun
Fushiguro had pulled had been dropped into the distance. They fought like bloodthirsty
merciless animals, Toji struggled to keep Satoru's hand away from him, fingers that
attempted to propel and plunge a pocket knife into his chest.

For a brief moment, Satoru wavered though. Toji took his chance, and kneed Satoru directly
in the groin. He screamed through a cough, his grip on the knife faltering under the
impending ache in his balls. Suguru was in an awe-like state, watching as the two tried to kill
each other from the floor.

The pocket knife had been brushed aside onto the marbled floor due to pain in Satoru's lower
regions, it was too much to handle—but instead of letting himself feel the pain, he raised his
fists, straddled Fushiguro, and began pummelling them into his face.

He didn't give Fushiguro an opening, not a chance to speak either. Not even one to think. He
simply acted.

He screamed through it all, Satoru no longer held it in. It's been building it up for weeks,
months, years? Shit. Satoru didn't know, he didn't care to know.

He didn't care for anything at the moment.

Not the bewildered look from Suguru feet away, nor the cracks tunneling through his scream
as the moments passed. Red colored his vision, his fists, and his shirt, too, as it was all
suddenly soaked in the overconsuming red.

His knuckles turn white from the sheer force of his grip, Fushiguro stops resisting beneath
him, but Satoru doesn't stop.

He has no plans to.

Suguru watched from the sidelines as Satoru did exactly what he was supposed to. His brain
freezes for a moment, a look of terror brims his eyes. He'd never seen Satoru in such a state,
never had he seen Satoru so bloodthirsty—so animal-like.

After a few moments passed, Suguru jumps up to forcefully tug him off of Toji's body, a yank
to the collar causing Satoru to tumble to the marbled floor.

"F-Fuck..." Suguru's breath was heavy, his eyes were wide—twitching in confusion as he
eyed the limp body from afar.

He took a step back, nearly tripping over his own footing. He managed to catch himself, and
just as he did, realization sunk in a little more.

Blood was everywhere.

Satoru was panting in pain.

Fushiguro was lifeless.

But... It wasn't Suguru who had caused that.

And he hated that. He hated not being able to do exactly what he convinced was his one
purpose.

"Fuck... Fuck, why... Why would you do that!" Suguru snapped then. "It wasn't supposed to
go like this—I-It was supposed to be me—!"

The sound of a muffled grunt made Suguru's chiding falter. He turned, barely and slowly, his
eyes widened upon seeing Satoru curled up in a ball, in pain as he lay on the floor.

Suguru doesn't know where he's hurt, but he can see it. He can hear it. He was covered in
blood, head to toe, indistinguishable between human and monster. Was it Fushiguro's blood?
Satoru's own? Suguru didn't know, he couldn't tell.

"You... You fool." The only two words Suguru spoke before stepping over Satoru to get to the
lifeless Professor, crouching down to Fushiguro's body to grab his wallet from his suit
pockets. "You... You need to go."

"No." Satoru sat himself up, holding his stomach as his eyes were squinted in distress. "You
need to come back home—"

"Home? Home? There's nothing to come back to." Suguru shook his head, the word home
tasted so bitter on his tongue, he felt lost—as if there wasn't a true place where he belonged.
"A loop? Children? A cell? Oh, wait. You've become an accomplice of mine, maybe my
sentence will be lessened—"

"Fuck. You." Satoru whispered bluntly. "You make me sick."

"You're no better than me, Shitoru." Suguru bitterly mocked from Toji's body. "Accept that."

Silence overtook the room for a moment longer, Satoru remained sat on the floor, clutching
the wound to his gut. Suguru stopped rummaging through Toji's wallet, his eyes narrowing as
he hesitantly reached a photo.

It was a family photo, of a husband—Toji, and a wife. Suguru didn't recognize her, he'd never
once seen her before. The woman smiling in the photo had been somewhat torn out, she
looked like nothing more than a faint memory. Two tiny children were in the frame, being
cradled warmly by the woman.

A sigh tunnels through Suguru's lips. Toji looks young in the photo, no older than his mid-
twenties. A glare traced his expression the moment his gaze landed on the small children, he
didn't know why, but even looking at them made him feel ill.

"I'm taking the blame for this, you know." Suguru suddenly sliced through the silence,
delicately closing the wallet before tossing it back onto the man's chest. Suguru tried not to
look at his face, his gut wouldn't allow him. "So... Just stop flipping your shit. Please."
Suguru's words made Satoru look up, disorder bristled across his face.

"Why?"

"Was it not obvious?" He shrugged, looking away as he calmed his inner nerves. "It'll be hard
not to be blamed for this."

"..." Swallowing hard, Satoru's eyes narrowed. He looked away, thinking desperately about
what to say. It was impossible now, a meager attempt to even try and get Suguru back. It was
his fault, too, right? He couldn't prevent where this all started—Riko—and he couldn't stop
you from rebelling. Not even could he stop himself, the worst of it all.

"Twins." He couldn't stop what he was saying. A part of him wanted to make Suguru feel
guilty before leaving, burdening him with the information of what could've been.

His words made Suguru look over, a brow raised.

"She's having twins." Satoru finally finished his sentence then.

Suguru remained silent for a long moment.

And finally, out of thin air, a smile came to his lips.

"Is she now?" Suguru spoke with a breathless sigh, closing his eyes as he turned away,
readying himself to leave for good. "Ah... Adorable. Good luck to you both—"

"Don't you want to raise them?" Satoru's words made him pause. "Your kids?"

"They're not mine."

"How do you know that?" Satoru looked baffled by his words, finally pushing himself to his
feet to stand. "Use your head, Suguru. You two were fucking long before me and her—"

"Really? You truly believe that?" Suguru wanted to laugh bitterly, recalling the memories he
had locked away with you was nothing short of a bother. "She used me for you. You were her
first—"

"And you ended up being her everything." Satoru cut him off simply, bluntly. But as much as
he hoped they would bring him back, snap Suguru back, Suguru oddly remained as he was.
Angry, and in a hurry to leave. "It's always been you, Suguru."

"Stop that."

"It's always—"

"I'm not coming back." His voice had raised a little louder than its usual volume. Swallowing
hard, Suguru looked away. "I'm not staying either. So just... Just stop trying to be the hero."

"No, no—" Satoru took a step closer to him, his eyes narrowing, a trail of blood dripped
down his chin through a miserable look. "Im not playing the hero here, Suguru. Y-You are!
Because you can't... You can't just let go of the past. You jeopardize everything good you
could've had! What we could've had. All three of us—thrown away, f-for what? A moments
of relief—?"

"You're right." He snapped, reaching out to grab Satoru's collar—forcing him closer. "You're
right, Satoru. You're spot on, you've read me like a damn book. Is that what you'd like to
hear?"

"I—"

"And because you're right... That's exactly why I can't stay. You're telling me to think, but it's
exactly what you aren't doing. If I did stay... Everyone around me would get caught up in it.
That means you, her, and the children, Satoru."

Satoru wanted to disagree, to tell him they could get through this—all of you.

But a part of him knew, deep down, Suguru was right. "In what?" Were the only words Satoru
could manage.

"In me, Satoru."

The confession sunk into the air heavily, and moments of silence passed as the undeniable
reality set in.

Suguru really wasn't going to be here anymore.

Seemingly, he didn't have a reason.

He was a disaster, just like his emotions. A whirlpool of regret and burdens, entangled and
embedded within his soul.

With one last lingering gaze, Suguru whispered quietly.

"Promise me that you'll tell them I did this."

Conflict coursed through Satoru's veins, but he knew he had no other choice but to nod
hesitantly.

"Promise me that you'll love her double." He wavered to continue. "That you'll give her what
I couldn't."

Satoru's throat choked up, he froze.

He didn't reply.

He couldn't.

So he did it again. He settled on only a nod.

They were close, this was the closest they had been comfortably—they could feel each
other's shared breaths, mingling with one another. Satoru didn't move, a part of him didn't
want to. As he knew this would be the last time he'd ever get to bask in Suguru's complex
features. The mixing in his eyes. Monolids covered light brown reels within a gloomy gaze,
undertones of beige speckled around. It was Satoru's favorite thing about Suguru—his eyes.

"Get on the floor." Suguru's voice was low, quiet, though there was an undertone of order to
it. Despite the sun that shone bright in the sky, peaking through the windows of the campus
building, Satoru was still chilled to the bone. "... I'm going to make it look like you played no
part in this."

Satoru hesitated, but he ended up doing as told.

Slowly lowering himself to the floor, back first, all whilst Suguru lowered with him in the
process.

They were still close, the tension was palpable, and that closeness that they did share never
broke.

"How?" The word came out no higher than a whisper, Satoru didn't know why, but he knew
deep down—he hadn't a choice anymore.

He had to be there for you one way or another. He couldn't get caught up in this mess, and
leave you with two children.

Suguru didn't reply, but he did reach out to cover Satoru's mouth and nose, blocking his
passageway to breathe.

"It's okay..." Suguru whispered calmly. "Just close your eyes for me."

There was a brief moment when Satoru's eyes widened, a surge of panic gushed through his
veins under the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe. But after a moment of lying
under Suguru, he gave in, he closed his eyes...

And eventually, Satoru quietly fell to asleep due to lack of oxygen. The last thing he saw
before his fleeting moments of consciousness,

was a teary-eyed Suguru.

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present.

"Mr. Fushiguro... Got into an accident." His fingers are threaded through your own, he
squeezes your hand, hoping to comfort you through the simple explanation he was giving. "I
was given guardianship of the two after the situation cleared."

You're wearing a white frilly dress, Satoru adored it. It wasn't too long, but short either. Just
prettily cut above your knees.
He couldn't look you in the eye as he spoke gently, the guilt was too much. It rattled through
his every bone, soaking his heart with unhindered pains. He knew though, that hiding the
truth of what really happened was for the best.

It was simply a matter if you'd believe him or not.

Satoru went free of charge after the incident, he woke up in an ambulance with frantic
paramedics rushing around him. Detectives were puzzled upon the scene, why the signs
pointed towards Satoru being the attacker. CCTV footage had been gone for the time though,
seemingly defused by someone before the crime had even begun. Satoru stuck with his
simple story—he didn't remember a single thing until being woke up—it never changed
either, he made sure it remained consistently straightforward.

Investigators discovered clear evidence implicating Geto Suguru as the mastermind behind
the crime. Upon searching the student's dormitory, they unearthed diaries detailing elaborate
schemes to eliminate Toji Fushiguro. Every indication initially pointing to Satoru, a pocket
knife, bloodied clothes and even marks, was subsequently overshadowed by the emerging
possibility of Suguru's involvement as a free-roaming suspect.

Not to mention...

It couldn't have been Gojo Satoru whom killed Toji Fushiguro.

As Toji Fushiguro mysteriously left a composition holding the contents of who would take
his children upon reaching his soon-coming death.

A young, but capable, college student who he seemingly had tension brewing with.

Gojo Satoru.

Swings croaked in the background, mixing with the soft giggles of the children running
around. You refused to tear your gaze away from Megumi and Tsumiki, just as much as you
refused to let go of Satoru's palm.

"Why?" You mumbled quietly, sending a confused glance Satoru's way. "Out of all the
people... Why would Mr. Fushiguro choose you?"

"Well..." Satoru shrugs simply, leaning onto the wooden bench lightly. He slung an arm over
your shoulder in the process too, blowing out a breathless sigh. "... I volunteered to take
them, yeah. We go way back, too."

Lie. Lie. Lie.

A part of Satoru believed it was an act of vengeance, that giving him the two little shits
would be Fushiguro's perfect trump card.

But another part of him believed that he was Toji's last option, and maybe—just maybe—the
Professor really wanted a better life for the two.
"Do you now?" You mutter quietly, your eyes narrowing in thought. Satoru wasn't aware of
your last meeting with Suguru—you knew something happened, something involving Suguru
and Satoru. "... Are we keeping them?"

"Hm..." He twirled a finger around a lock of your hair. "The options given to them were
harsh. It sounds over the top, but we are their only possibility to a normal life, undoubtedly."

You also knew you shouldn't pick and pry further, but there were more words to be spoken.
Apparently, the two come from Mr. Fushiguro himself, throwing you into the deep end even
more.

You were last told that Suguru planned to take him out—so is that what he did? The silence
that lingered shouldn't be here, you knew Satoru should still be talking, going into the depth
of every little detail to explain why two toddlers were suddenly placed in his care.

You were tired though. Tired, lost, and a little confused. You'd lean onto Satoru, just this
once, and trust him. You'd let your intuition override your curiosity, you'd protect your peace
with accepting Satoru's obvious lies.

Being months into your pregnancy, you knew better than anyone that the last thing you
needed was the truth.

"Okay..." You muttered quietly, closing your eyes as you let your cheek rest on his shoulder.
"Satoru."

"Hm?"

You hesitate, it's the first thing you've grown anxious about since he brought home the two
toddlers. Tsumiki, who was currently on a swing. And Megumi, who was pushing her
languidly behind.

"How are we going to afford this?" Your brows pinch together, you can already feel your
heart speeding in unease. "I guess I can get a job, do school from home. Even then, that won't
be enough to support four—"

"Baby." Satoru leans down, pressing his mouth to the crown of your ear. You go silent, your
lips tremble as a quiet whisper rumbles through his lips. "I'm going to get it figured out,
okay?"

You remain silent, your mind is still racing though. You could barely hear your thoughts
under the loud thuds of your heart. You weren't ready to be a parent. Not for one child, two,
not even three, nor four.

But here you were, at the front door steps of practically running a daycare.

Swallowing hard, you decide to close your eyes and nod silently once more, letting him know
with the small gesture that you were listening.

"Do you promise?" He rubs your lower back as you ask the question.
"Take a deep breath." He whispered quietly. "I promise with my whole heart, Y/n."

You peak at him through all the guilt, sadness, and a little bit of suspicion. He's met with a
small smile, the feeling of your fingers grabbing onto his sleeve.

"If you say so..."

He hums in thought, eyeing you from where he sat with tinted cheeks.

"Don't be stressed." Satoru comforted. "I'll get us through this."

"It's hard."

Satoru frowns. "I know, Baby." He pauses, an idea flashes through his head right before you.
"The only thing you should be worried about right now... Is what book you're going to pick
next."

"What..."

His words caused you to open your sights, gaping up at him like a doe caught in headlights.

He smiled at your confusion, all as his hand lowered to hold your stomach. He knew the last
thing you needed to be doing right now was working, you needed rest, love, and food.

"You've been reading lately, haven't you?"

A rush of realization courses through your veins, you hum softly.

"How did you know?"

He has to bite back a smile. "How could I not, Love?"

He leans in with a quiet laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder. Satoru knows you
have, considering all the books he sees littered around recently. You've been trying to avoid
the internet, anything that would shake you up further—so you turned to reading, as to live
different lives through the pages of novels was your personal escapade.

"We'll stop by the bookshop on our way home. Don't want you getting bored on me, yeah?"

You nod again, letting Satoru lean into your side.

You were never one to decline a gift given to you, you'd be lying if the idea didn't excite you.

There wasn't anything more you could do, nor anything to be done.

You planned to simply ride the wave out, pretend like everything was okay until things
actually were.

Until then, you'd simply keep your head above the water...

And you'd float.

 epilogue

six months pregnant.

°˖➴ "HOW MUCH LONGER?" He asks as if you hadn't already told him multiple times
today. But who were you to blame Satoru? He was only eager to meet the twins, especially
after you both had just gotten back to your gender reveal party.

It was a small get-together, not many people came—but that's exactly how you wanted it.
Nanami, Shoko, you and Satoru, even Yu stopped by to celebrate your two new baby girls.

Mimiko and Nanako.

"Three."

"Three...?" He lifts his head from your bump, a doe-like gaze comes in contact with your own
eyes, you find this side of Satoru dear. He looks the best like this. Keen whilst delicately
laying on top of you, grasping and clasping you as if you were glass itself. He was careful not
to put too much weight on your belly, Satoru was a gentle man. "Three weeks—?"

"Three months, Toru." You correct his silly question with a small smile of your own, your
fingers threading through his snow-white waves, gently tugging on them so he'd look up a bit
more. "You've asked two times today already. And in what world would they be here in three
weeks?"

The idea of being a father was a foreign feeling to Gojo, but he'd already gotten snippets of it
with Megumi and Tsumiki. Oftentimes or not, Gojo would sit with Tsumiki and braid her hair
before bed.

As for Gumi...

Satoru tried helping Megumi study, but the boy always got upset—especially with maths—
and would end up in tears. Sometimes Satoru, too.

He'd work puzzles with the two, but they never got finished, always thrown into a box, the
pieces mixed and the puzzle ravaged. One of your favorite things to do was simply sit and
watch Satoru parent.

It was entertaining, and you'd be lying if you didn't find it endearing.

He wasn't the best at saying no, so that's where you had to step in and actually parent.
Tsumiki wanted ice cream for dinner—well how could he ever say no to such puppy-like
eyes? Oh, Megumi had suddenly grown a liking to goldfish? Satoru just so happened to come
home from his afternoon lecture with a glass bowl and fish that morning.

Damn, did you adore the man and his stupid antics.
You prepared the two lunches every day in the morning, exactly one hour before they'd get
up. You'd walk them to school, and wish them off with a small wave, alongside a bag filled
with the very lunch you had made.

Still. If felt like you weren't doing enough.

Megumi has taken a liking to you, much over Satoru. Tsumiki liked the goofball though, they
were like two peas in a pod, glued together by the hip.

"I can't help it." A sheepish smile drew to his lips, he buried his face in your chest, all as his
body visibly melted. "I want to hold them... Meet them, kiss them—"

"And you will... Soon." Your fingers thread through his hair, your hand slides back to cup his
head. "For now, focus on giving all that attention to Megumi and Tsumiki."

A soft sigh falls from his lips, you can feel Satoru nod languidly in your chest.

"They need it, hm?" Almost unheard his voice was, he changed positions to flush his
complexion in the crook of your neck. It was more comfortable this way. A small smile
comes to your lips as you watch him transition. "As do you though..."

There's a sudden pang clutching your heart as soon as he speaks those words, your embrace
becomes tighter around the man. A gloom shines through your usually light-filled eyes, all as
you reach out, lifting his expression from your neck to forcefully meet his icy gaze.

"I don't want you prioritizing me, Satoru." Your words slipped from your throat in nothing
more than a calm whisper. Throat flexing, Satoru's lids drop, he finds it hard to look away
from you right now. "... You're always at my beck and call, and don't get me wrong, I love
when you care for me... I love you. I just really want you to have time for them, and yourself,
too. So I'll... be okay—"

"Without me?" He interjects, brows pinching together. His eyes refused to break away from
your own, his tone had dropped to a serious utter. "I know better than anyone that you can
take care of yourself, Sweetheart. The real question is if that's what you need right now. To
care for yourself on top of four babies."

The attempt to switch the roles, and comfort Satoru this once seemed to be meager. He was
set on being your protector, and your provider. All he wanted in return was your soft kisses,
sweet hugs, and happiness.

A part of you feared the idea as a whole. You wanted to be able to do more for him, to be in
the same position to provide and give. It felt odd laying around all day, being catered to as if
you were ill.

"But I can." You tried to argue, though your words come out quieter than you'd like, more
softly spoken, and even a little languid. "I could start attending classes again. I could get an
extra job, I could do so many things if you'd just let me—"

He laughs. Loudly at that. Utterly cutting off your train of words.

"Baby..." He nuzzled in a little closer, so close that your noses were practically touching.
"You are not fuckin' doing that."

You didn't like that answer, your lips quickly pressed into a thin line. "But—"

Slipping his lips to yours, he doesn't give you the opportunity to finish your sentence.
Sweeping his tongue through your mouth just enough times to ground you back to reality,
you could feel Satoru smile barely in the kiss.

You accepted it without a second thought, your fingers reaching up to hold the back of his
neck, tugging him down deeper into the vigorous connection.

"Six months." He reminded breathlessly, breaking the kiss to do just that. His forehead
presses against your own, and silence settles into the atmosphere. "You're six months
pregnant, Love. You can't work right now, you need to rest and prepare."

"I..." You have to think for a long moment about what to say, because it doesn't feel fair. "I
want to do more though."

It's just you and Satoru in your small shared bedroom. He's listening to you quietly, basking
in the way your voice lowers into something sincere, even vulnerable.

It was hard to not find it cute. Your attempts to simply help the tense situation at hand.

"You're blessing me with two beautiful girls, Princess." His heart knocks heavily in his chest,
he leans in to place a single peck on your lips. "That's enough for me."

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The sounds of Tsumiki, Satoru, and Megumi unlocking the apartment door rattled throughout
the small, cozy space. That mixed alongside their soft, playful chatter.

Upon hearing their arrival, you peeked your head through the gateway from the kitchen and
into the living space where the front door was, catching them dead in their tracks as they all
were slipping off their shoes and jackets.

"Welcome home." You greet quietly from where you stand, catching both of the toddler's
attention. Satoru's, too. "How was your days—"

"Look, look!" Tsumiki had an infectious smile as she rushed towards you, not even caring to
remove her own jacket. She held up a small plush, it was a pink-colored cat. "After school,
we walked the long path to stop at a shop. Gojo bought this one for me, and a bird for
Megumi."

"Is that so?" You crouch down, a soft smile drawing to your lips as you nod alongside her
words. "How cute... Megumi. Show me yours." You perk up with a sheepish smile, causing
the boy to blush deeply and hide it behind his back.
"Ah, don't bother. He's annoyed because they didn't have an elephant." Satoru sticks his
tongue out at Megumi as he walks past him, his actions obviously teasing. "Let me show you
what I got for you instead, Baby—"

"B-But, I'm the one who picked it!" Megumi huffed out, adverting his gaze as he tried hard to
not let Gojo's mockery get to him. Their relationship was that of a wonder, you often question
how Satoru and a Toddler could love and hate each other so intensely, all at the same time. "I
want to give it to her—"

"Then get your grumpy butt over here." Satoru paused in his steps, glancing over his shoulder
to hold his hand out for Megumi to rush over and take. "You wouldn't want me to do it
without you, do you~?"

"Shut up!" Megumi snapped, the ends of his ears even began turning red. He ended up giving
in though, hesitantly making his way over to Gojo as he checked his pocket for—what you
assumed to be—the gift.

"You really got me something?" You peacefully interject, eyeing Satoru skeptically. You take
a seat on the couch not far behind you, careful and fragile with your actions. "You two really
didn't have to... We don't have the money to afford these kinds of purchases, you know."

"As said before," Satoru suddenly sat next to you, easily pulling Megumi with him to place
him in the middle of you two. Tsumiki didn't need to be asked to come over, immediately
gushing over to plop on your thigh with a sweet smile. "Wasn't my idea—these two insisted,
and you know how I am! So don't give me that look..."

"Mmm. Right. You could've said no."

"Would you have?" Satoru counters, he looks amused with your statement—knowing damn
well you'd never say no to either Megumi or Tsumiki. "Said no."

"I—"

"No. No, you wouldn't have, Baby." Satoru giggles, leaning in close to place a wet kiss on
your cheek. Megumi is right in between you, so he glances towards Tsumiki and makes a
silly gagging expression. "So just sit back... And accept it. I promise you, this will not affect
our finances in any way."

"Oh, that entirely assures me. You're being careful not to cause too much damage to our
funds?" You playfully roll your eyes. "Mmm. Kudos to you, Baby."

You eventually pull away from Satoru, collecting your thoughts and worries with a quick sigh
to place all your attention on Megumi. "Okay... What exactly did you get me, Buddy?"

"..." The little boy remains silent, sticking his tiny hand in his school uniform pockets, only to
pull free a little box from it moments later.

Your brow raises, your interests have been piqued.

"Here..." He hesitantly urged the small wrapped box your way, unable to meet your gaze
through it all. "Open it."

"Why thank you." A giddy smile draws to your lips as you accept it without a second
thought. Nimble fingers begin to work away at the dark-colored wrapping that coated the
small box. "Will do."

All eyes are on you, there's a sudden spike in your nerves under the intimidation, though you
blow it away with a subtle glance towards Satoru, and then quickly, back down to the box.

The wrappings drop to the floor after one quick tug, you're met with a black box. It's tiny—it
almost looks like it could hold a ring.

"C'mon!" Tsumiki nudged your shoulder with an impish smile. "I want to see it, too—!"

"Okay, okay!" You laugh softly, finally flicking open the tiny box. "I'm almost there..."

Your lips part, your eyes widen briefly.

Placed perfectly in the midst of the cushioned box was a tiny hair comb.

And not the plastic, bendable sort. It looked to be silver, metal, gold? Hell—you couldn't tell.
The color was a light yellow, the color sparkled under the sun. Lustrous pearls shimmered
with love, flowers that had been crafted with exquisite mastery, and subtle jewels that
adorned the top, catching the light with even the slightest movements.

"Oh, it's so pretty!" The little girls squirm beside you, but her voice goes unheard to you.
You're enamored with the small comb lying in the box, unable to look away from it.

"It's beautiful." You managed to croak out, your eyes lowering. You weren't sure if you were
trying to hold back tears that threatened to spill, or if the gesture simply left you speechless.
"It's..."

"Yours." Satoru chimes in, leaning over delicately to pluck it from the box. He shifts—
pawing over to place it in your hair with a touch of intricacy.

He lets his hands trail down from the comb, lingering across the structure of your face,
"Yknow," The moment the word underpasses his throat, Satoru's hands settle to cup both
sides of your face, clasping your complexion as if you were a work of art.

"I'll never get over how pretty you look in my hands." He utters seriously. Megumi makes a
quick noise of disgust before climbing under you two—avoiding the disgusting act of public
affection.

You found it hard to care though.

Gradually, he tilts your face up, just enough so he can lean down and be as close to you as he
can.

He then smiled.
"I'm going to marry you." He claims calmly under the moment of solemnity, his gaze softens,
and so does your heart. "I don't care when it happens. Six, ten, twenty years. Hell—I'd wait a
lifetime if it meant I got to see you walk down the aisle. You'll be my wife one day, sole long
as you can handle me."

A giggle slips out, you find it hard to hold it in. "I've done good till' now, have I not?"

He makes a small psht noise, squishing your cheeks playfully in his hands.

As your lips are scrunched up into a pout, he's quick to lean in and place a moist kiss on
them.

"Oh, my love..." He sighs out, leaning in even closer to press his nose into your shoulder
before inhaling deeply. If there was one thing he's grown to slowly adore, then it'd be your
candy-like perfume. "This is only the beginning."

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six years later.

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Satoru stands at the altar, trying his best to keep his posture straight and his heart steady, but
it's hard when the crowd suddenly goes quiet, patiently awaiting for the appearance of the
bride.

You.

He's waited years for this moment, he's imagined it every night before he dozed off to sleep.
Satoru didn't know how to feel—but he knew he should soak in the ambiance of the intimate
day. The people surrounding him, his kids, and most importantly; you.

He'd only ever get this once, after all.

Whispers still as the pianist in the background begins, a melody so soft and warm it
seemingly engrossed every person on the cliff side, a beach laze below in the distance. The
door opened, and out hopped little Mimiko and Nanako. Young and filled with enthusiasm.

The two little girls tightly clasped each other's hands, all whilst throwing out sakura petals in
a shared basket. Satoru's heart warmed at the sight, a small smile drew to his lips. The entire
crowd watched as they excitedly skipped down the aisle, running up to Nanami—who was
Satoru's best man—to hush down and watch the rest of the rite.

The venue was adorned with white roses, the beach on show behind the altar where Satoru
and a priest stood. It had taken years, but he got here. Satoru was finally going to marry you
—just as he promised.
Not even moments later, there you appeared.

Satoru swore he lost track of his breathing the moment he laid eyes on you.

Your family couldn't make it due to distance, so...

Megumi was the one walking you down the aisle.

You glided down the corridor in a breathtakingly [enter choice of gown] dress, lace trailing
behind you like a canopy of enigma. Your face was hidden under a light mesh veil, it
somehow made Satoru all the more eager to kiss your lips dry.

The little boy had grown taller over the years, he's nearing the age where he'll no longer need
you and Satoru—just as Tsumiki. You both knew that, but deep down, you were okay with it.

Satoru can't hide the nerves dwelling behind his complex expression, his red cheeks, and
trembly hands. Whispers floated through the breezy atmosphere, all as you neared the groom
with every passing moment.

And finally, when you did reach Satoru, the music stilled, silence gushed through the wind.

He was almost scared to let the pastor begin, simply because he didn't want the moment to
end. He could feel his vision gloss over, his throat choked up impossibly more.

Shit. Was Satoru really about to cry?

"Dearly Beloved and Honored Guests, We are gathered together here to join Gojo Satoru and
[ F/N L/N ] in the spiritual union of marriage." The older man began in a low-toned voice,
gentle and soothing for all ears to hear across the cliffside view. "This contract is not to be
entered into lightly but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its
obligations and responsibilities. You are to cherish one another, body and soul,
unconditionally and wholeheartedly."

He was. Shit. He really was. He could feel the tears forming further.

"Do you both understand?"

You nod.

Satoru nods.

"Now please, Satoru, form your vows."

Satoru paused, watching you shift in your step to face him fully. He swallows hard, hard and
quick, before frailly reaching out to raise your veil.

There's an unspoken promise being formed between you and Satoru, as the moment your veil
lifts—his heart palpitates, his pupils dilate.
You look a little dazed, beautiful though. Your pouty-like lips were parted, and you held a
bouquet of white flowers close to your chest. Shit. You were wearing the hairpin he and the
kids gifted you years back. A tear slipped down Satoru's cheek, he was quick to wipe it away
though, nervously shifting in his step.

"I..." Reaching behind him to shakily fish out a small note tucked away in the back of his
tailored pants. His face flushed a deep red the moment he heard you stifle a giggle. Christ. He
was acting like an utter fool, stumbling over his own shaky hold.

As Satoru blunders to open the note, you gently grab his hand and send him a gentle smile.

Threading your fingers through his own, your own mind stilled, your body took over.

"... You got this." You quietly assure, squeezing his palm lightly. "It'll be okay, Toru."

The minute he felt your much smaller hands in his own, was the same moment Satoru Gojo
silently gave you his everything.

This man was a fool for you, putty within your hands.

He was sick in love.

He'd really do anything you'd ask. That was dead certain.

At that moment, Satoru didn't think. He simply acted—forgetting utterly about the note and
saying exactly what he wanted. The words he spoke filled the intimate space with a sincere
tone.

"My Love," He swallowed hard, his eyes lowering as you felt him clasp one side of your
face. "I've done my best over these seven years to protect you. To love you, and to cherish
everything Ive come to memorize about you. Your smile lines, your cute giggles, even down
to the way you walk. Would you believe me if I told you ive memorized it all? Everything
about you."

Your breath hitches, your eyes widen. His thumb rubs your cheek softly, like he couldn't
believe you were real—really resting in his palm.

"I vow to be your lover in this life, and in the next." His eyes squint, his voice chokes up.
"When death does take my hand, I will clasp you with my other. I will live for you and your
safety from this day on."

He leans in a little closer, his eyes dropping to a desperate yearning.

"I... I vow to give you everything he couldn't." He lets his hand trail up a little more,
threading into your hair to press your forehead against his own. "Sole long as you let me."

Without warning, nor hesitation, Satoru pressed his lips to your own. He sealed every
promise he had made with the kiss, letting out the ache and need he had for you in that very
moment.
You didn't even care that you didn't get to speak your own vows, too caught up in the
intoxicating bliss Satoru lent you, you leaned in and kissed him back desperately.

Satoru was the only security you had now, whether you liked it or not. Suguru may have left
the pieces of your soul scrambled for Satoru to pick up and fix—fix as best as he could—but
Satoru knew it wouldn't discourage him.

That's how hearts get broken. When you believe in promises.

You've come to learn that the hard way.

...

Maybe, just maybe, not with this one though.

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"Mimiko, Honey..." You leaned down, brushing the small girl's hair behind her ear. "Would
you go find your sister for me? If you girls get back in time..."

You paused, biting your lip to hold a small smile as you leaned down secretly.

"Maybe we can get a treat. As long as we keep it a secret from Daddy." The young girl was
already excited by your words, running off with a few giggles to search for her twin sister.
You watched her run off, all before turning back to grocery aisle before you.

Your eyes scan over the list you have sitting on top of your purse, and then towards the walls
of food towering above you. It's yours and Satoru's one-month anniversary of being married,
you were out with the kids grabbing a few things.

"Hey, Mom." Your attention is drawn away from the food, you turn and see Tsumiki hopping
towards you with a small smile. She's holding a treat. "Can I get this? Since the twins are
getting some—"

"Did you grab the strawberries like I asked?" You turn back to glance down at your list,
tapping on your bottom lip with a small hum. "And where's Megumi? I asked you two to
stick together."

"I... don't know." She shrugs, her gaze adverting elsewhere. "I don't have to watch him—he's
not a baby."

"Mhm. Well if you want that treat, you better go find him. And watch him." You can see her
roll her eyes out of your peripheral vision, masked with a scoff under her breath. Tsumiki was
a handful—especially since she had just turned thirteen. "Go on now—and make sure to grab
strawberries like I asked. It's me and your father's anniversary—"
"And you'd like to bake him a strawberry cake. I know, Mom." She mutters, walking past the
cart—and without you knowing—lets a candy bar she had grabbed slip into the cart. "I'll do
you one better and grab milk for you, too. Will you let Megumi get a treat as well if I do?"

"I planned to do so regardless, but yes, Honey." You finally turn to look at her, leaning on the
handle of the cart as you smile, tilting your head. "If you see the twins together, grab them,
too. You both better be ready when you get home, Dad's taking you all to the park, and then
you girls to dance. I'm about to check out—"

"Yes, Mom!"

Tsumiki had already ran off, and was rounding the aisle corner by the time you finished your
sentence.

They were all such... Brats.

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"T-Toru! Stop!" You shot him a warning look, your brows pinched together and expression
contoured with annoyance. You were at the stove, mindlessly cooking dinner—though no
matter what, he refused to stop teasing you from the behind. His hands held both sides of
your waist firmly, your back flushed with his much taller figure.

"What?" He gave you his typical pouty look, dipping his chin into the crook of your shoulder
to watch you cook. "Don't scowl like that..."

You ignored him, continuing whisking away at the food simmering in the pan. You felt from
behind as he leaned down, letting his lips gently press against the skin of your neck—that is
only after he pushed your hair back, giving him the room to do so.

"It's our anniversary." His words fall from his lips in nothing more than a breathy whisper,
only inches from your ear. You are struck with the reality you've come to cherish. Though
despite the warmth lingering in his voice, you try your best to ignore him. His touches only
became more sensual. "A month married to you, My Love."

"A whole month." It almost sounds unbelievable—especially as you two had been planning
for marriage for years. Your hand paused, and ever so gently, you stopped stirring. Wiggling
free from his arms, you did so only to turn around, wrapping your limbs around his neck to
pull him down to your level.

You didn't say anything for a long moment, simply admiring Satoru.

"The best month of my entire life." When you did speak, your voice was a meek whisper—
sincere and dripping with devotion. "And... There's still many more to come, right?"
His eyes softened at your words, though before Satoru could reply, your lips were already
against his own.

For a split second, Satoru was almost caught off guard by the sudden kiss. You felt his breath
hitch in the connection, his body unintentionally pushing you a little deeper into the counter
behind you. He reciprocated it instantly, telling you an answer simply with his needy
movements.

Your soft giggles within the messy kiss made him calm down a little, leaving Satoru to
sorrowfully pull away and pout at you.

"Calm down." You smiled adoringly, raising your hand to hold his face in your palm. His
personality was so childlike—though he's still matured over the years. "Control yourself,
Toru."

There was a disappointed look on his face when you turned back around to resume cooking.

"But I have a surprise for you."

"Do you?" You quirked. "What is it?"

"I'm not telling you." He replied, matter of factly. "I'll show you. And you'll love it. I want to
use it on you as soon as I can, Baby."

You sigh. Giving him a pout this time.

"Let's enjoy dinner first. Please?" Your voice was so low, so gentle. It made his heart ache in
more ways than just pure respect. You were Satoru's pride and joy, to be with you was
nothing short of a blessing.

With one last quick kiss to your cheek from behind, Satoru sighed in your ear. "Of course."
He's grown to be more gentle over the years. "If you insist, Princess." He never stopped with
the names, even after so many years. You've come to love them, even knowing how silly they
sound.

"I love you."

Your breath hitched at his words. You bit back a smile, keeping your gaze glued to the
steaming dinner before you.

"I love you too, Satoru."

After dinner was over, Satoru couldn't keep his hands off you. How could he control himself?
You hadn't changed much, you had the same glow you did in college—something Satoru had
found utter warmth to bask in. You were both sitting on the couch in your shared living room,
your empty plates of dinner now mindlessly scattered on the coffee table. His lips press into
your own, forcing you to lay back on the couch.

"N-No—" You gasped within the messy connection, his tongue slipping in to dance with your
own. "Not on the couch, T-Toru."
"Why not?" He pulls away, only briefly. His head rests against yours, his lips brushing across
your own. He was panting, his groin pressed close to the heat in between your legs. "Don't be
such a prude, Sweetheart."

His voice was a breathless giggle against yours. His hips just forward, earning a moany,
stunned gasp from you. He was pleased with himself, knowing he was doing something right
to arouse such a reaction from you.

"I-Im not a prude, Asshole."

He chuckles, quickly pecking your lips. "I'm just teasing ya'." He pauses, sighing shakily as
his hand moves from the side of your waist, trailing up your body, lifting your shirt delicately
in the path of its wake. "I know you're not a prude. Not with me, Baby."

Fuck. His words went straight to your stomach, only causing your heart to beat faster under
the impending charm of Gojo Satoru. He was flawless with his movements, grabbing both
sides of your thighs and lifting you up, your limbs wrapping around his torso as he began
leading you both off to the bedroom.

"It's too bad." He leans in, continuing to give gentle love bites to your neck. "More than
anything, I wanted to take you on the couch. Maybe even bend you over the coffee table,
fuck with ya' for a bit—"

"Satoru!" You frown at his lewd words, ones dripping with unruly need. His voice was deep,
gravelly, yet sweet right against your ear. "S-Stop saying such things."

"Awh." He coos, swinging open your bedroom door to make his way inside, kicking it shut
with his ankle on the way over to the bed. He never let you go, his hold on your waist strong
and firm. He knew when to be rough, and when to be gentle. "You don't like my dirty talk,
Sweets? There's absolutely no need to lie now."

The feeling of the soft bedding behind you enveloped you the moment he let go of you, your
thighs open and wide with him nestled right in between. This is where he wanted to be—
always and indefinitely.

He jutted his hips forward, pressing them into your covered cunt as he forced you in for a
messy kiss. You felt his entire six inches, hard and straining against the thin cloth of his
pants, press against your heat. Forcing your lips to part with his tongue, he immediately
began devouring you. Every inch of you, every inch he could touch and taste.

"Its been a while since my pretty little wife has been fucked dumb, yeah?"

He knows what to say, where to touch you. Satoru remembered every crevice of your body.
Every supple curve. Every dazed look.

The one you were giving him now made his cock twitch in the confines of his pants.
Hesitantly, he broke the kiss to drink it in. His finger skimmed down your neck and over the
curve of your shoulder, two of his fingers hooking onto the strap of your dress to slide it
down with the ripening of his touch.
"Oh, don't go silent now." He coos, like seeing you in such a desperate and obscene state was
amusing. "I always get my way with you, Sweetheart."

"G-God, shut up! W-We have to pick up the girls... f-from dance..." You squeak, your thighs
attempting to close around his waist, but the attempt is useless as he closes whatever space
was left between your hips and his. It was cute, how your body tried to run from him, but he
managed to keep you still under him. The attempt was meager though, considering Satoru
was propped directly in between your pretty legs. Meager but cute. "S-Satoru—"

Out of nowhere, he began grinding against your cunt, one hand gliding down to pin open
your thigh on the bed. A giggle slipped past Satoru's lips as he purposefully let your adoring
sundress slide up, exposing your panties.

"Nanami's watching the kids tonight, Baby." You close your eyes for what only felt to be a
moment. In that moment, Satoru had easily bunched up your panties and yanked them down
from beneath your dress. "Do you know what that means?"

"T-Toru—" His thumb was suddenly pressed to your clit, but with only enough pressure and
just the perfect stillness, he made you squirm delicately below him. You two had barely
begun, and you were already a writhing mess.

"It means..." Finally, he gave into what your bones had been aching for. His thumb began to
stroke small circles to your puffy clit, his lips melting into yours through the moment of raw
passion. "I have you to myself tonight."

"Is this my present..." You break the kiss, your hands resting on his chest as your thighs tried
to close around his delicate fingering. He was only trying to excite you, to push you to the
point of intoxication. He wanted you to know his name, and speak it only. "Is this what you
had in mind?"

He giggles, sliding a hand under your dress to caress your lower abdomen. "Mmm. No." With
a curious gaze, you watch as he bends over, sliding open one of the drawers on his bedside to
pull out a box.

You swallow hard, sinking a little further into the sheets as he begins delicately opening the
box.

"I ordered this a few weeks ago." He mused through lidded eyes, consumed in the view of
your aroused nipples poking through your thin, frilly dress. "I've been aching to use it on you,
Baby. But I've been also thinking..."

"T-Thinking about what?" Your voice comes out as a shaky sigh, your eyes dart down to
watch his fingers tear away at the gift. Your clit throbbed almost painfully.

"This could be used on both of us." Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Satoru had pulled
free a long device from the box.

Oh, God.
Your heart rate fastened, your cheeks felt warm.

He was holding a magic wand.

Your eyes linger on the device for a moment longer than they should have before shooting up
to meet Satoru's gaze.

"Oh... I-I don't know—"

"Cmon, Sweetheart..." He cooed, inspecting the vibrator with a flushed face and lidded eyes.
His white hair looked blue under the dim lighting, it was messy, too. "Use it on me. Edge
me."

"W-What?"

He laughs, pulling back away entirely from you to sit inches away on the bed. His thighs
widen, his jeans tighten. You notice the bulge in his pants, the sly smile on his lips.

"Should I repeat myself?" He tilts his head, tossing you the vibrator. It wasn't even a second
later before he began tugging down his jeans, revealing his black boxers—strained with pure
need. "Use it on me."

Next came his shirt, and then lastly, his glasses. Trembling fingers reach out, you manage to
clasp the wand before crawling a little closer toward your husband.

"Where?" You ask quietly, lowly. It almost goes unheard, but Satoru's grown accustomed to
your faint whispers. "Where do you want me to put it?"

He loved them, in truth.

"Anywhere you want."

Your thumb slides up, you turn on the first level of the vibrator. It began writhing in your
hand, your eyes dilated briefly. It felt unreal, having Satoru under you, nearly begging.

It made you pause for a moment—was Satoru your present?

The idea sent a familiar warmth down your spine, an ache in between your thighs. Chewing
on your bottom lip, you finally give in.

Reaching out, you press the head of the vibrating device onto Satoru's twitching bulge. It was
instant, he jolted—his eyes widened, his lips parted with a filthy whimper.

An excited whine slipped past his lips, his hips jutted forward to grind against the head of the
wand. You chew on your bottom lip at the sight, you've never seen him this needy.

"You're slutty, Satoru." You taunted, moving it up a little further. His boxers were still on,
precum made his tip stick to the cloth-like skin itself. "Say it. Say you're slutty."

"Y-Y/n—"
You turned another level up, earning a louder moan from him. It's almost torture, watching
you play with his cock as if it were a toy—like it amused you. There was a part of Satoru that
told himself he was sick for liking the idea of you being cruel.

But as the moments passed, Satoru watched as your confidence slowly grew—just as his
raging lust.

He loved the lidded look behind your eyes, the way you were intently focused on running the
vibrating feeling up and down his strained member, making sure to pull back whenever he
got too worked up. He knew what you were doing, getting him worked up—denying his
pleasure.

"Say it." You demanded quietly, running the wand up his covered cock until it was pressed
firmly against his head. Satoru had to bite his bottom lip through a devilish, flustered smile—
all as he tried to control the way his body writhed. "Say you're a slut for me."

"Oh... You're quite the vixen tonight, aren't you?" A laugh slips past his lips, though mid-way
through, you find yourself clicking on the next—and very last—level of the vibrator. "O-Oh,
fuck—w-wait, Baby—!"

"Don't make me ask again." You're hovering over him as you mock his once domineering
statements, one of your hands is resting on his lower abdomen whilst the other held the
vibrator that mercilessly pushes Satoru closer, and closer, to an earth-shattering orgasm.
"What are you?"

"A-A slut—"

"Who's slut?"

"Your slut. A-All yours, Baby." He's panting as he speaks, grinding against the device as his
head leans back—flushing deep into the pillows behind him. Your bottom lip gets caught up
in your front teeth, and out of nowhere, with one last sly giggle, you heave it away from him.

You bask in the view of Gojo trying to catch his breath, his eyes flutter softly. He's still rock
hard, his cock strains uncomfortably against the strain of his boxers.

"Fuck... I..." He raises a hand, covering his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's
intense."

"Isn't it?" You cutely reply, inspecting the vibrator with a new-found glint to your gaze. A
mischievous one. "Did you cum?"

"No." Satoru lets his hand fall back to his side, eyeing the ceiling. "... Are you going to let
me?"

You tilt your head, humming as if you were thinking on an answer. When in truth, you
already knew it.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" You lean down, having to push back a [lock/braid]
through the process. He meets your lidded sights, his eyes lower to take in the view of your
plump lips, ready to be kissed, devoured, tasted. "Hm?"

He nods silently, though you can still catch it. The vulnerable edge to this side Satoru was
allowing you to see. He loved it, loved being looked at you as if he were owned by you—
every inch of him.

Satoru wouldn't mind that. Being owned by you—maybe because in a sense, it's how he
already saw the entirety of your pristine relationship.

"Then yes." You grin, pulling back, you easily reach out to snake two fingers under the hem
of his boxers, pulling down and letting his sore cock spring free. He hisses through it all,
glancing up to gauge your reaction. "You're so pretty, Satoru..."

Christ. The moment Satoru did, a part of him wished he had not. His dick physically twitches
at your hooded eyes, a part about you he absolutely adored. The way you reach out, nimble
fingers eager to feel his length, his hardness.

You grab the base of his cock, a look of curiosity dawning under your eyelids. You don't
grope nor tighten your fingers around his length, you rather run them along his inches,
peering up to watch as he melted with every inch you glided across.

All until you reached the tip of his cock, sending him a small smile as you ran your thumb
along the leaking slit of his tip.

"Did you know that?" Your question came out of the blue, pulling Satoru from the trance like
state you had him in.

"K-Know what?" He managed to huff out through his tensions.

"That you're a pretty boy." Fuck. He can barely handle the way you said it, earnest and quiet
—only loud enough for him and his ears only. He sucks in a shaky breath, nodding under
your suffocatingly whorish eyes. "You're so beautiful it hurts."

"It hurts?" He forces out a breathless reply, forcing his mind to stay steady on the track of
your praise. Maybe the view of you gently fiddling with his cock though, at times, darting
towards the magic wand buried in the sheets. You knew exactly how to test this mans
patience. "How so..."

"Mmmm..." You retreat back from him, entirely. The sudden space you've but between you
two leaves your husband disappointed, huffing in annoyance as he let his head fall back into
the pillows. Satoru was so close to simply grabbing your hand and guiding your pretty fingers
up and down his veiny shaft, tutoring you to jerk him off because this was a living hell. He
waited though, deliberately, like the good boy he wished to be. "I don't know how to explain
it, but whenever I see you, parts of me ache."

"Endearing you are." He lifts his hips to get comfortable, even closing his eyes momentarily.
"What parts, Sweetheart?"
"What parts do you think?" You try and bite back a lustful smile, your hips wiggling in
excitement through the process of tugging off your dress, only to then unlace your bra—and
panties—everything but your thigh highs. "My... sensitive parts, Satoru."

Satoru watches you crawl over, only to get comfortable once settled on his broad torso. Your
index finger traces tiny circles in the midst of both his pecks, all as your thigh shifts,
languidly heaving over to rest on Satoru's.

Through a dazed like state, he reaches out to firmly grab a globe of your ass, sending a quick
and possessive slap to it.

"Who makes you sensitive?" His voice lowers to a whisper, his hand dips down a little lower
—sliding in between your legs to slyly run a long digit in between your soaking folds.
"Answer."

"Y-You..." You breathlessly mewl out, unintentionally rocking your cunt against the warmth
of his palm. "F-Fuck, Satoru..."

You can barely comprehend when and how his hand had gotten there, at what point did the
roles switch, and just how turned on you actually were.

He smiles, feeling your essence coat his lengthy fingers, all the while you hungrily grind
against his limb glued in between your supple thighs. With ease, two of his fingers prod at
your sopping hole.

With a low chuckle and quiet whisper, "Open up for me..." He plunged his fingers deep into
your cunt, causing a meager shiver to rattle down your spine.

Your tightness clenched his digits, sucking him in like the greedy whore you were—his
greedy whore, only his.

Satoru's fingers were long, you were certain he had the longest you'd ever seen. He didn't
struggle to reach the sweet spot hiding deep inside you, hitting and especially curling his
fingers just so he could watch your body react with a writhe or whimper.

It's cute, really. Laying spread comfortably on the bed, whilst also having a pretty view of his
doting wife; you, rocking into his fingering like a touch-deprived Sweetheart.

"Oh, oh, f-fuck!" You jolt with a moan, clawing into his chest for support through the intense
pleasure. His fingers wouldn't stop abusing your hole, his pace grew with every lingering
movement, the velocity of his fingering had became messy, ruthless. "More, m-more—!"

Satoru hissed at the feeling of your nails digging into his chest, he could tell just with the
pitch of your voice—you were close.

But with a disappointed groan, and an ache in between his thighs, he retreated—pulling his
fingers free front you cunt to admire the state he's pushed you to.

His hands slide up from in between your legs, down your thighs, skimming your tits, all
before he's settled on your chin. His touch was slow, tantalizing to the point of torture. It was
like he was reminiscing your luscious body, whilst also trying to remember every curve he
could through the experience.

He pressed two fingers against your lips.

The same ones that were coated in your slick.

"Suck." He commanded, the single word so demanding—it left you breathless.

You let your lips part for the man, allowing him to slip in his two digits. His gaze darkened as
you pooled them deeper in your insolence, making sure you could manage every inch whilst
never breaking eye contact.

"Good." He utters seriously, setting himself up slowly as he watched you suck on his fingers.
The moments passed, and so did your apparent need. Bobbing your head back and forth, the
lav of your tongue lolled along his fingers, Satoru finds himself enamored in the scene.
"Imagine it's my cock."

Oh, God.

The words he spoke went straight to your thighs, you never looked away from him either—
all as you continued.

"You'd look so much more prettier like that. With your lips wrapped around my cock..." He
finally withdraws his fingers from your mouth, grabbing your chin in a forceful manner as he
let his bottom thumb swipe alongside your lower lip. "Mmmm... This is your night though,
Baby. Gotta' make you feel real good..."

He lets go, reaching over to the bedside to grab one of the condoms he had set out previously.
"Ass in the air, Sweets. I want you facing the mirror, too."

"Yes, Toru..."

You made his heart ache, his cock twitch.

You do as told, flipping around and letting your head flush deep in the pillows, your back
arches, and in an instant, you feel exposed in every way possible.

A mirror glued to your shared closet gave you the chance to peak at what Satoru was doing,
you let your face free from your arms—shyly glancing in the reflection...

He's already behind you, holding his shaft and stroking himself. Blood drums thick in your
ears, you can feel yourself leaving a wet mess in between your thighs.

"Ah..." Finally, after what felt to be forever—Satoru pushes only the head of his cock into
your throbbing hole. "So good f'me... Spread yourself just a little more, Sweetheart."

Whining softly to yourself, you tear your gaze away from the mirror. The attempt to
disregard the situation was useless though, you could feel his every inch slide into you
hypnotically. He was slow, too. Hell bent on taking his time, and making sure you knew who
you rightfully belonged to.

He grabs both sides of your ass, spreading the flesh to have a full view of him bottoming out
inside you. "Such a pretty pussy..." He smiles arrogantly through a lidded gaze.

"Please, d-don't tease me." You begged mindlessly, hiding your face deeper in the pillows as
your back deepened into an arched. "F-Fuck me, Satoru. I-I need you to—"

He suddenly snaps his hips forward, grinning lustfully as he picked up his pace immediately.
The rhythm of his sudden fucking caused your back to arch, your body to sway and meet his
thrusts. "Ngh!"

"Never..." Satoru picked up his already animailish pace, thrusting faster and harder, the soft
sounds of damp skin on skin mixed within the atmosphere.

He reached down, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you back—forcing you up to your
knees, his chest flushed with your back.

Satoru groaned, pressing his mouth to the crown of your ear as he messily groped your
bouncing tits.

"Never... Will I stop teasing you, Baby."

The six years had been long, filled with grief and hardship. You were certain you weren't
going to make it—carrying twins whilst also trying to finish college. Satoru was always there
though at the end of the day. His soft, lingering touches. His pure, unruly fucking. You can't
recall how many times he's held you in bed as you sobbed desperately, clinging to his chest as
if he were all you had. He was now.

It was hard. Everything that happened leading to this point.

But you were okay now.

In this world, with only Satoru... You'd be okay in his embrace.

And among other things, other hearts that you've pushed yourself to forget, he—Geto Suguru
—would still, undoubtedly, always be there.

No matter how much you convinced yourself that you had forgotten, you still find yourself
wondering...

Is Suguru thinking about me?

- THE END -
A/N
wowie, finally ive finished a fanfic. (holy crap guys, this rarely happens) it's messy, there's

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plot holes, but it's whatever. im just glad i could finish and push out an ending for this story
in general.

thank you for sticking through until the end!

i hope you enjoyed reading it just as much as I loved writing this story. tease me was the first
story i began after a year-long hiatus, so im sure you can see a big change in the writing half
way through.

anyhow, sending virtual kisses, and thank you so much for reading !!

(it's 12am bleh, ill properly edit tmr T-T)

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