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How To Black Coffee! UNREAL DJ Skills
#club music mix 2024#party hits 2024#party music mix#party musik 2024#festival music#2024 club mix#club mix 2023 new party mix#music#dj club mix#party playlist 2024#music mix 2024#best music mix#music 2024#best music 2024#new mix 2024#new music#pop music mix 2024#rnb 2024 mix#summer music mix 2024#ăŻă©ăăă„ăŒăžăăŻ#club hits 2024#EDM music#quarantena musica#remixes of popular songs#new year mix 2024#party mix#blackcoffee#deep house 2024#hi ibiza club#Youtube
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Search up Giedi Prime on spotify and go to songs
It does NOT dissapoint holy shit
#This shit SMACKS#Club mix FR#dune part two#dune 2024#dune frank herbert#dune part 2#feyd rautha#house harkonnen#giedi prime#anyways#once in a lifetime post#As in#I haven't posted in the longest while#Something good
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Jade - Angel Of My Dreams (FOR THE CLUBS)
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the sun on your skin, kids screaming in the water, sand on your towel and a extra salty margarita.
what do these things have in common? they happen during summer time. a time of friendship family and self exploration
thereâs millions of things to do, but you choose to⊠listen to music! something that gets you ready to party on the beach.
and you might need a playlist for that.. well i have one for you!
its here! the brat summer mix, made for the angels and the delinquents who wanna go fucking crazy and have a good time! featuring icons like @charli_xcx ,@RYL0HEN ,@bronzeavery,@carolineplz, and many more! đïžđđŽâšđâïžđ„
spotify version is missing some songs but idk what they r in working on it (lol)
#brat 2024#brat summer#charli xcx#playlist#club music#music related#music recs#spotify#apple music#now playing#mix#my playlist#original playlist#music recommendations#tunes#Spotify
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Aurora Waves - Melodic House & Techno Beats
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Die Club-Szene MĂŒnchens erlebt ein neues musikalisches Highlight: Der talentierte DJ Robert James Perkins hat sein neuestes DJ Live Set Mixtape veröffentlicht. Unter dem Titel âAurora Waves â Melodic House & Techno Beatsâ entfĂŒhrt Perkins seine Zuhörer auf eine klangvolle Reise durch die Welt des Melodic House und Techno. AuĂerdem hat er in dieses dynamischeâŠ
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Mi Ășltima sesion DJ mix This is Ibiza 2024 enjoy!!! https://youtu.be/fycxCQ4HEzo?feature=shared
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Tjis is what you look like to me this is you
correction!!!! on the ohone!!!!!!
#that is me ruby good job good jobđđđ#I HAVE THE EARLY 2022(?) SECTION OF MY PLAYMIST ON RN ITS SO FULL OF GOOD MSIC WTF#THE CURRENT MID 2024 SECYION KS FULL OF MARETU AND NOTHING AGAINST MARETU LOVE MARETU BUT AAA#NOTHINGS WORKING OIT!!!! ANYTHING TAHT YOU WANT!!!! THE COLOR BIOLET!!!! MATRYOSHKA CLUB MIX!!!! WORLD END VALENTINE!!!!
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Malefique's Musik Records Project Volume 3 [Mix By Yoyopcman Malefique's]
Malefique's Musik Records Project Volume 3 [Mix By Yoyopcman Malefique's]
#housemusic#electro#clubbing#deephouse#eurohouse#electronicmusic#classichousemusic#remix#techno#underground#nudisco#disco#complication#2024#yoyopcmanmalefiques#malefiquesmusikrecord#dj mix#mixtape#techhouse#minimal techno#euro house#euro dance#eurodance
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Listen/purchase: Naija Afrobeat Mix 2024 #1 by DJ Credo (Koato Music)
#bandcamp#afrobeat#afrobeats#afrobeat mix#naija afrobeat#dj credo#mixtape#dj mix#2024 music#dj#club dj#afro mix
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Lose yourself in the heart of the beat - House Dream Dance Mix 2024
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Kinktober 19/10/2024 Franco Colapinto - Panty Kink
Plot: Franco is absolutely obsessed with any and all of your underwearâŠ
Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, panty sniffing, panty licking, panty stealing, anything and all things panties, eating out, dry hump etc
Since you and Franco started dating it was a sweet and unproblematic relationship. But you couldnât help but notice some ⊠stranger things the longer you guys were together.
The first time heâd ever stayed over, he just slept in the bed with you after you guys ate loads of junk food and snacks.
A week after he left when you were doing a load of washing you noticed that some of your underwear, specifically your panties and lace ones at that had gone missing.
âFranco baby?â You asked over the phone when you decided to call him to see if heâd accidentally added them to the rucksack heâd brought his clothes in.
âHi baby, argh god I miss youâ you groans happily into the phone and you canât help the butterflies that rise in your stomach.
âI miss you too. I was just wondering if you accidentally took any of my underwear with you when you left. I know I stripped off and left some at the edge of my wash basket because it was kind of full, but I canât find themâ you say and you hear a little shuffling as if he had gone to his bag to double check.
Little did you know, he had in fact taken them. Right out your dirty laundry basket before using them as he gave himself a hand job using the lace material against his dick for that added sensation.
But of course he wouldnât admit that.
âErm let me check the wash coz they arenât in my bagâ he says and he was just making up time to make it all seem more plausible. He had in fact chucked them in the wash after heâd come all over them and wanted them clean for his next time. However now that you were on to them heâd have to give them back.
âThank you. Theyâre the only pair that go with the dress Iâm supposed to wear this weekendâ you tell him.
âOh yeah theyâre here in the washing machine with my stuff from that nightâ he says and they were mixed in with his washing, now your panties smell like him.
He couldnât tell what he preferred, your sent on them from wearing them all day and being a little musky from your natural aroma that was driving him crazy and he couldnât wait to get his first taste. Or his sent on them, making an item of yours smell so much like him which also made his brain a little haywire.
âThanks baby, you wanna come over tonight?â You ask hoping that he would considering you felt like you hadnât seen him in ages.
After that, it was a while before anything else bizarre happened. Until you guys were first having sex, he was obsessed with your panties, heâd dragged them down your legs with his teeth and pocketed them in his jeans before he went down on you like a starved man.
You didnât think anything off it, if anything you found it kind of hot.
And after that, whenever you guys when to races together heâd always dip his hands into your jeans or skirt, whatever you were wearing and running his fingers up and down the hand of the thongs you were wearing that rested nicely on your curved hips.
It wasnât until you caught him in the act. It was a race weekend and heâd just been promoted from F2 to F1 in a Williams seat. You were insanely proud of him and took the last few days of your working week to travel to Italy with him when you heard.
Youâd gone out for dinner with the other wags, Lily becoming your older sister role model in the paddock. Of course neither you nor Franco were media trained so you had been caught on camera being rather chaotic together, and everyone already seemed to adore you.
However when you come back to the hotel room, earlier than the others who were going out clubbing instead and you didnât really feel like going you decided to go back.
What you didnât expect was as you got to the hotel room door to open it to here a sort of whimper. You went in as to you from the outside it sounded like he could have been in pain.
As you walked in you saw a sight you never expected.
It was your boyfriend with your sexy pink underwear wrapped in his hand around his dick that was rubbing up and down his shaft releasing moans from deep in the back of his throat.
âFranco?â You asked shocked he hasnât heard you open the door. His hand dropped and he looked at you in shock before grabbing a pillow to cover himself up.
âBaby! What are you doing back your earlyâ he gulps out looking at you with wide eyes. Full of lust and need.
ïżœïżœïżœAll the girls were going clubbing, I didnât want to go- are you using my underwear?â You ask looking at him shocked and confused. In seconds heâs up and coming up to you, tears building in his eyes as he puts both his hands on your cheeks.
Worry was all that you could see in his eyes now.
âI-Iâm so sorry I should have told you butâ and ends up rambling about your panties and his kink for anything to do with the provocative underwear, even if it wasnât provocative he still loved it.
âBaby baby baby, shush itâs okayâ you chuckle not bothered about the fact he was using your stuff to help him get off.
âW-what? You just came back to find me using your stuff to get off. Arenât you mad?â He asks, sniffing a little bit.
âNo, youâre my boyfriend. I think itâs sweet you like my panties. But you really couldnât wait for me to come back? Or were you too embarrassed to ask for my pantiesâ you ask, and he looks down.
âI-â he starts but you pull him into a kiss, shushing him immediately.
âHow about this. Iâm here to help now, and you can do whatever you want with the panties Iâm in now?â You grin, hoping he wouldnât feel as embarrassed and open up to you.
âThank you mi amorâ he says before lifting you up and putting you on the bed. He doesnât waste anytime hitching your dress up. His head immediately dived in between your legs, his nose hitting your clothed clit as he inhales a breath of you.
âFrancoâ you moan looking down in confusion to see what heâs doing.
âSmell so good. Could just stay here foreverâ he groans as he kicked a strip up your panties nudging his nose in a little more making a moan come from you.
âBabyâŠâ you moan, your hand coming down into his hair gripping him in closer. He pulls the panties just to the side. Wanting to keep them there as his tongue dove into your deep and wet cavern. His groan vibrated around you making you gasp and your eyes squint shut at the feeling.
Franco had a thing for eating you out. All of your previous relationships, didnât really do that but my god Franco wasnât scared to have his chin dripping with your juices by then end.
His nose hit the perfect spot making your hips buck up as that feeling inside you released right into his awaiting mouth.
âOh my god, so fucking goodâ you moan as he pulls your panties back across. They were gray and him seeing that little wet spot now building on them made him sit at the edge of the bed. He kept his boxers on and pulled you off the bed so you were stood in front of me.
âWant you on meâ he points to his dick making a tent in his boxers and you immediately know he wants you to ride him with your panties on. Both you being clothed and just having that friction.
You turn yourself around so your facing away from him before you balance against his lowered lap, perfect height for your to run your clothed pussy against his restrained dick.
âFuck baby, thatâs itâ he says, his hands on your hips snapping the edging of your panties against your hips making you moan out. You swivel your hips a little quicker making him thrust up into you trying to get as much out of it as he can.
âOh fuck baby Iâm gonna cum, gonna cumâ he moans his thrusts becoming wild as his dick as the roughness of both sets of underwear rubbing against him. Before he knows it, his white strings of cum are being forced out of his own gray boxers and staining the back of your own panties as you keep moving to reach your own high, which isnât too much longer after him.
âFuck that was so goodâ you say gripping his thighs as you slow down. You turn round to see him, a fucked out expression on his face.
âThis⊠this is why you tell me your kinksâ you laugh at him, before getting up to get cleaning supplies from the bathroom. The last thing he sees is the wet spots on your panties from his own cum and your own sweet release.
While your in the bathroom he hears some movement and russling and before he knows it a gray fabric is launched at him.
In his hands was your damp underwear.
And at the moment seeing you grinning, watching him to see his reaction and he knew at that moment you were the one for him.
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DJ James Hype showing off with some crazy transitions! This is a new creation of a mashup never heard before.
#MUSIC#EDM#DANCE#IBIZA#PRODUCER#DJ#HOUSEMUSIC#ELECTRO#ARTIST#BANGER#james hype#dj james hype#jameshypeclips#club music mix 2024#festival music#2024 club mix#dj club mix#music mix 2024#best music mix#new mix 2024#summer music mix 2024#EDM music#electronic music#techhouse#music#festival#house music#dance music#electronics music#techno music
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TOO LATE
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featuring. michael kaiser x fem readerÂ
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trigger warning. obsessive stalker ex || content warning. enemies to lovers, angst, smut, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hate fuck, choking, spanking, handjob, orgasm denial, rough sex, dumbification, degradation kink
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synopsis. Fate is cruel. It can bring people together or tear them apart. But the ending is theirs to make.
âHad your girlfriend at my house for two days
Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with meâ
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‷ note. originally posted on ao3 on April 20, 2024.
She ran and ran in the middle of this downpour, without any specific destination in mind. The moment she noticed him among the crowd, she turned around and started sprinting towards the opposite direction, wishing that he hadnât noticed her as well. Her body trembled, not because it was soaked, but because it remembered that night. She couldnât process for how long sheâd been running. She was short on breath and her legs were about to give up, her speed decreasing, until her paces came to a halt.Â
He was stressed and exhausted from a long day. All he wanted at the moment was something to help him take his mind off of his concerns and relax. He was driving around aimlessly through the night, the rain droplets splatting on the windscreen and mixing with the music soothed him. But it still wasnât enough to calm every part of his turbulent mind. He needed something more â something that would allow him to shut his mind off and just give in to the moment.Â
And as if the universe had heard both of them, they found themselves in the same club. They were alone and in desperate need of some company. Their eyes met amongst the sea of people separating them. It was a fervent inner desire that brought them together at that moment. When he walked up to her, he didnât need too much time to convince her to leave with him. It was stupid of her to go along with him, she knew that very well. But something in him pulled her towards him, making it impossible to deny him.Â
Entering the hotel room, he kissed her lips, taking his jacket off, then removing hers, before he cupped her cheeks and guided her towards the bed. He lay her down and hovered above her. He removed her shirt and bra, his hands immediately fondling her breasts and picking on her nipples, as he left his marks all over her neck. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him back to her lips, whilst turning them over, her now being on top of him. He was surprised, but didnât really mind; he found it electrifying.Â
Ridding him of his shirt, she took a moment to admire the tattoo on his left side. Blue rose tattoos adorned his neck, which turned into intertwined thorny stems that resembled a chain through the entirety of his arm and culminated in a crown with a keyhole on his hand. She ran her fingers along it, mesmerised by its beauty. His eyes were locked on her, noticing how she couldnât take her eyes off of it. Pushing himself off the mattress, he crushed her lips, averting her attention back to him.Â
She pushed him back down and decorated the right side of his neck with her marks. She kissed her way down, taking his pants and boxers off, his hard cock springing free. She stroked him a few times, leaving kitten licks all over and lolling the tip, making him moan. Her lips were sinful, the way they wrapped perfectly around his shaft had him groaning in pleasure. Her tongue swirled around his cock, teasing that one vein in particular, making him reach his orgasm. He pulled himself out of that wicked mouth and stroked himself, ultimately cumming on her exposed titties.Â
Grabbing her chin, he brought her lips to his, as he removed her remaining clothes. He rubbed two fingers in her folds, smirking at how wet she already was. Her cunt eagerly welcomed them inside, her throwing her head back, her body arching at his thrusts, as he took his sweet time nibbling on her breasts. She was holding tightly onto his shoulders, as moan after moan escaped her mouth. He smirked at how she creamed around his fingers, when he started stimulating her clit with his thumb. And oh, he loved how she clenched down at him, body shivering, the moment she reached her orgasm.Â
As she was on her knees, her legs on either side of his, he took a condom from the pocket of his jeans, opened it with his teeth and slid it down his shaft. Aligning his cock with her hole, he placed his hands on her waist, then slowly pushed her down on him. The stretch of his thick cock made tears well up in her eyes, her breath suddenly caught on her throat. He kissed the tears away, as he slowly rocked her hips against his, his fingers running soothingly through her hair. Before long, craving more of him, she picked up the pace, bouncing now faster, moaning in ecstasy. And when her speed started dropping, he slammed her down on him, driving her to her release, him following a while after.Â
It was around 3 am when they both fell back on the bed, their bodies dripping sweat and covered in marks. She told him to take a shower first, as she wanted to rest for a few minutes, not quite feeling her legs. When she walked out of the bathroom, while drying her hair with a towel, he was nowhere to be found. But he had left her a note, saying that she could stay till morning, as he had already taken care of the bill. She lay on the bed, still wearing her bathrobe and felt all the fatigue washing over her, as she fell asleep a few minutes later.Â
âThis is Y/N Y/L/N, our new assistant manager,â Noel Noa introduced her to his teammates.Â
She smiled as each of them greeted her with a handshake. But her smile vanished momentarily as the last player extended his hand to her.Â
âIâm Michael Kaiser, Bastard MĂŒnchenâs U-20 forward.âÂ
âNice to meet you.â She shook his hand smiling.Â
He didnât say anything, only flushed her a smile, which made her gulp, picking up a strange feeling of anger lurking behind it. She could think of why, but they didnât have the time to discuss anything else, as Noa gathered all the players and informed them of todayâs training schedule.
And so, her first day started. Since the teamâs affairs were mostly handled by the manager, she as the assistant manager was reduced to minor labour, such as helping the players during their training. During the time she didnât have anything to do, Y/N went through each playerâs individual file, trying to learn more about them in order to better accommodate their needs.Â
âWhat a small world we live in.âÂ
Y/N jolted surprised, hearing his voice amidst the dead silence. Turning around, she noticed Kaiser leaning against the doorframe of the locker room. He had just come out of the shower, hair dripping water down his abs, wearing only a pair of shorts, arms folded to his chest and blue eyes locked on hers. Curving his lips into a sinister smile, he walked slowly towards her, feasting on the pleasure of seeing her take steps back, until she hit the locker behind her. Kaiser took that chance and trapped her in the corner, catching her chin and forcing her to look at him.Â
âYou knew who I was, didnât you?â
âNo, I didnât.â
âBullshit!â he yelled, punching the locker room, inches away from her head.
âI didnât!â she yelled back, defending herself. âI hadnât realised until I saw you in the training grounds this morning.â
He sneered at how this woman took him for a fool.Â
âYou really are something else, arenât you?âÂ
Her eyes wandered to his neck, looking at the hickeys she had left the previous night.Â
âWhat do you want?â Y/N asked him.Â
âJust admit already that last night was something you had planned.â
âI hadnât. And quite frankly, I donât understand the cause of your anger.â
âYou used me,â Kaiser stated, voice laced with poison and madness.Â
âAnd so did you,â Y/N countered. âWe both consented to this mutual exploitation of each other.â
Irritated that he couldnât deny her claims, he shut the open locker next to her and left.Â
A few months had passed since then. Y/N got along well with all the players, except for Kaiser. Ness would occasionally give her the cold shoulder treatment, but she paid no mind, as she had quickly realised that it was Kaiserâs impact. Throughout the duration of these past few months, Kaiser kept treating her like a third-rate character. He seemed uninterested in her, always talking to her with few words, mostly giving her orders, such as âwaterâ or âtowelâ.Â
âIs Kaiser giving you a hard time?â Noa asked her.Â
He took a seat next to her on the pitch, his eyes wandered towards the ongoing match between the rest of the players. Noa had noticed from the beginning that Kaiser wasnât particularly polite towards her, as if he didnât want Y/N anywhere near him for some unknown reason. He is well-aware of his nature and so he thought that in time heâd mellow down. But that didnât seem to be the case.Â
âIt appears that weâre of different mindsets, thatâs all,â Y/N answered, laughing nervously.Â
âWould you like me to talk to him?â
âNo, itâs fine. Besides, I donât think heâll listen to you, at least not on this one,â she replied, biting her bottom lip. âDonât worry, I will not let my personal feelings interfere with my work.â
Noa sighed, then stood up and she did the same.
The training was reaching its end. Mere seconds before the match was over, Kaiser scored a goal, leading his team to the win. Apparently, the players had made a bet between them and the losing team was going to buy dinner. The winners rushed to the showers happily, while the frustrated losers dragged themselves in.Â
âIâll see you all tomorrow then.â Y/N waved at them.Â
âWonât you come with us?â Erik asked. âOr do you have plans for tonight?â
âI donât, but would it really be alright if I tagged along?â
âOf course!â Benedict smiled.Â
Y/N didnât have time to raise any possible objections, as Benedict softly pushed her out of the door. The other players followed behind them.
Kaiser, however, paused for a minute, an irritated expression painting his face. Ultimately, he regretted going with them, feeling agitated as he was made to sit next to that stupid woman. He didnât say much, sitting silently next to her, mostly apathetic, nibbling on his food, looking forward to this farceâs finale.
The others seemed quite interested in Y/N, as they willingly brought her with them and included her in their conversations.Â
âSo, Y/N, do you have a partner at the moment?â Birkenstock inquired, taking a sip of his drink.Â
Suddenly, all eyes were on her, eagerly awaiting for an answer. Kaiser sneakily looked at her from the corner of his narrowed eyes, surprisingly interested as well. For the first time that night, he seemed curious about what she had to say, contrary to how he would roll his eyes indifferently every time he heard her cursed voice.Â
âI donât.âÂ
âEh?!â the players exclaimed in shock.Â
âQuiet down, youâre bothering the other customers,â Noa scolded them.Â
âIs it really that big of a surprise?â she asked.Â
âItâs just⊠Unexpected?â Theo explained.Â
âWhatâs so unexpected about it?â Kaiser questioned, leaning on his hand, elbow on the table, his eyes locking with hers. âNot everyone likes the commitment that comes with a relationship. Some prefer to fool around instead.âÂ
âYou sound like youâd know all about it,â Y/N snarked.Â
âI do,â he shamelessly agreed. âItâs quite fun, you know. One moment you just need someone to help you relieve the stress of a long day and the next thing you know is that you have someone in your arms to fuck till youâre satisfied.â
He noticed her gaze narrowing, agitated at his words. And Kaiser loved that gaze more than any other expression he had managed to draw out of her during these past few months. âAnd you know what the best part is? More often than not, all they need is a little attention from you and theyâre practically yours to do as you please.âÂ
She tried, she really did try her best. She knew he was provoking her on purpose, that he only wanted to irritate her for his own amusement. But Y/N couldnât stop herself from pouring his drink on him, bathing him slowly, as she looked down on him.
His eyes burnt with fierce fury, looking at her in a threatening manner. Everyone on the table, even in the nearby ones, was frozen, watching this scene unfold. Leaving the empty now glass on the table, she picked up her stuff and left without a word.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with her?â Ness cursed at the audacity of that woman, who had dared humiliate the emperor in public.Â
âWeâll talk about this later,â Noa warned Kaiser, before rushing after her.Â
Y/N was standing outside the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi, when she noticed him coming out.Â
âIâm sorry. I screwed up. I know I promised thatââ
âDonât think about that,â he interrupted her. âAre you going home?â
âYeah, I was going to get a taxi.âÂ
âCome, Iâll give you a ride. Itâs not safe taking a taxi this late on your own.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
The ride was dipped in silence. Noa was focused on the road, while Y/N had her eyes stuck outside the window. She didnât know what to say, how to excuse her inexcusable behaviour. And Noa didnât ask her about it; instead he offered to take her home.
With everything that Kaiser had said back there, she wouldnât find it surprising if they had all realised the reason behind their constant cold attitude towards each other. She felt stupid for giving in to his provocations and the only thing on her mind was the next day.Â
Kaiser walked into his house, dumping the training bag in the living room and making a beeline to the bathroom. He discarded the soaked clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadnât calmed down at all, still enraged from what happened earlier. Diving into the bathtub, he let the warm water engulf him and relax his exhausted muscles. In his mind, that haughty look in her eyes kept torturing him. He had to do something to put her in her place for that.Â
As he walked out of the bathroom, while drying his hair, he heard his phone ringing. He went to check who was calling, only for him to throw it back on the couch, ignoring Noaâs call. Kaiser went to his room and lay on his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He was restless and his blood burnt hot like lava. Cursing at himself, he stood up and went through his wardrobe searching for a pair of fresh clothes to wear.Â
He could hardly recognise himself. He was acting irrationally. He realised that. And yet there was nothing he could do about it. Kaiser reached her front door and rang the doorbell, impatiently waiting for her to answer. Donât tell me sheâs sleeping, he grimaced. The door opened the next minute. The shocked taken aback look in her eyes fed his bruised ego, as he greeted her smirking.Â
âWhat do you want?â Y/N sternly asked, hiding half her body behind the door.Â
âYou had some nerve back there, humiliating me like that in front of everyone.âÂ
âYou deserved it.âÂ
âIs that what you think?â
âAre you here to scold me, because your ego took a hit?â
âIâm here to return the favour.âÂ
âBy vexing me?â
âCorrect,â he replied, leaning his face dangerously closer to hers.Â
They wanted to hit each other, crash each otherâs skulls, fucking kill one another. And yet, those cursed mad gleaming locked gazes of theirs drove them insane. Kaiser couldnât stop himself as his lips pecked hers, before pulling back, their eyes locking instantly. Y/N came out from behind the door, as she initiated another kiss, this time more intense, more cynical, more aggressive. His arms wrapped around her, him chuckling at her wince as he bit her lower lip, whilst walking into her house, shutting the door behind him.Â
âIf you donât push me away now, Iâm not going to stop,â Kaiser threatened. âAnd this time, I wonât be as gentle as last time.â
He was waiting for her response, his lips inches away from hers, curved into a smirk. She kissed him and she hated it; she hated that she wanted him. She was just proving to him that his scornful words were true. And she hated it. Without realising, she was biting down on his lower lip so hard that he had to practically grab her hair and yank her head back. She was panting hard with a satisfied smile on her lips, noticing blood oozing from his lip.Â
Kaiser had an enraged expression on his face, behind which his fervour struggled to stay under control. He attacked her neck, leaving bloody bite marks all over, delighted to listen to her whimpers. Y/N managed to push him towards the direction of her bedroom, him harshly throwing her on her bed. He removed his shirt, throwing it on the floor, then hovered above her, his tattooed hand wrapping tightly around her throat, choking her, as he kissed her lips, forcing his tongue in her mouth.Â
He tore her clothes apart, slapping her tits, before biting onto one of her nipples, while pinching hard the other. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it roughly, as she held onto his arm, digging her nails on his flesh, scratching him. He thrusted two of his fingers in her drenched cunt, making her arch her back. Her hand grasped his clothed cock, quickly setting it free. She squeezed him painfully in her grip, earning a few groans from him, as she kept stroking him.Â
Neither let the other cum, leaving each other frustrated from their pent-up releases. Wearing a condom, he violently penetrated her wet folds, drawing one whiny moan from her. He slammed his hips on hers forcefully and aggressively, taking pleasure in how her face contorted from the painful stretch. She grasped his neck and forced his lips on hers, biting down on his wound, tasting his blood. She then moved to his shoulder, sucking on his skin and leaving bite marks, all while she clawed on his back.Â
And when he had enough of that, he manhandled her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up in the air and thrusting himself right back in. His hands were on her waist, holding tightly onto it, slamming her body on his. She was holding tightly onto the bed sheets, her face buried into her pillow to prevent him from seeing her tears. He would slap her ass from time to time and sadistically feast on her muffled whimpers and moans. And when he felt her close to release, he would abruptly decrease the speed of his thrusts, only to vex her even more, even if it meant torturing himself at the same time.Â
When everything was over, Kaiser dressed up and left, without so much as taking a peak of her. Leaning back on his seat behind the steering wheel, he cursed at the throbbing pain of her scratches on his back, before driving away. Y/N was just lying there, her heart beating like crazy in her chest. She was drained of energy and without realising it she drifted to sleep with puffy eyes and his marks all over her body, as if a curse mark.Â
The next morning, neither Kaiser nor Y/N talked about what had occurred the previous night. They spent their day each minding their business and not interfering with one another.
A few weeks passed since then and the situation hadnât improved. During training sessions, they continued giving each other the cold treatment, although at a somewhat milder level than before. They usually avoided interacting with one another. It was awkward to say the least.
The rest of the players refrained from bringing up what had happened at the restaurant, but that didnât make it any less unbearable of a tense atmosphere. Listening to her, Noa didnât try talking to Kaiser about the situation, he did, however, advised him to keep his head in the game, as the team was currently preparing for an upcoming match.Â
âGood morning, everyone!â Y/N greeted them, coming into the field.Â
Kaiser only looked at her for mere seconds, but that was enough for him to notice her slightly red, swollen eyes. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, pondering over the reason for her crying. However, that was only for a minute. It had nothing to do with him, so there was no reason for him to mull over it. And yet, he couldnât help but sneak glances at her all day, especially during break time. Y/N seemed fine while handing over water bottles to the players, but when she was left with nothing to do, her gaze wandered off somewhere, a hint of sadness washing over her face.Â
Kaiser thought that he was the last one in the building, apart from the cleaning staff. He was surprised to hear her voice talking on the phone, as he passed by the staffâs locker room, heading to the playersâ to change and call it a night. Y/N sounded quite upset, but he couldnât make up what she was saying, as she spoke in a low voice. Hanging up, Y/N leant against the lockers, clenching her heart on her chest.
Picking up her stuff, she walked out and was shocked to stumble upon Kaiser, who was leaning against the wall outside, his arms folded to his chest. She didnât say anything, simply turned around and started walking away. His eyes were stuck on her form until she disappeared from his sight of vision.Â
The following day, though, Y/N went back to her usual self, as if nothing had happened. Kaiser cursed at himself for that slight moment she had managed to occupy his mind. The irritation at his own self was evident during practice, as his shoots appeared particularly violent, even for him. With their upcoming match right around the corner, the rest of the team regarded that as just the emperor getting fired up and nothing more, throwing themselves in practice and matching his energy.Â
âWatch out!âÂ
Y/N didnât quite realise what happened. Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on the grass with Kaiser hovering on top of her. As Ness sent a killer pass over to the forward from the defence line, the pass was slightly off, going out of the side lines and was about to crush on Y/N who was passing by, not quite having noticed it. Kaiser noticed the ballâs trajectory before anyone else and pushed her out of the way, resulting in their current position.
It was only for mere seconds, before the rest of the team circled them. Their eyes locked for the first time in days. Y/N could only look at him panting hard from the training. Kaiser couldnât help but lose himself in her eyes, being reminded of that very first night they met.Â
âAre you two okay?â Noa asked, concerned.Â
âYeah,â Kaiser replied, pushing himself off the field. âLetâs continue.âÂ
The players looked over at Y/N, who smiley reassured them that she was alright. Ness apologised with a remorseful smile, before heading back. Noa offered her his hand, helping her back on her feet. He checked just in case that she wasnât hurt by the fall, sighing in relief. The game proceeded without any other problems after that.Â
âNess,â Kaiser called for him, as they were changing clothes.Â
âHmm?â he responded, turning over to him, while closing his locker.Â
The two were currently the only ones in the locker room.Â
âWhat is it?â Ness asked him, tilting his head to the side.Â
It had been stuck in his mind for a while now, eating him away. It was no state secret that Ness was obsessively fond of him within the team. The midfielder had engaged in multiple arguments with the other players solely for the smallest things concerning him. Kaiser didnât usually mind. From his perspective, Ness was a loyal pawn who would go to any lengths to support his emperorâs goals. And he quite liked that.Â
âThat pass earlier, it was meant to land on her, wasnât it?â he questioned, looking him dead in the eyes.Â
âIt was an accident.âÂ
âDonât fuck with me, Ness!â Kaiser yelled, slamming him against the locker. âListen carefully. Donât ever do something like that again. Your sole purpose is to help me score goals,â he spat, venom slipping off his tongue. âNothing more, nothing less.â
Kaiser let go of him and picked up his training bag, heading towards the exit.Â
âSheâs messing with you!â Ness tried to excuse himself. âAnd she still hasnât apologised for the way she treated you that night. Ever since, she scorns you andââ
âEnough!â he cut him off. âLeave her be, Ness. I wonât be asking again.âÂ
Looking at Kaiser leaving without so much as sparing a look at him, Ness clenched his hands in fists, rage starting building up deep within him. And despite all the horrendous thoughts that flooded his mind, he wasnât going to do anything. He was hurt, feeling as if he had disappointed Kaiser â and he had. Even if he didnât agree with him, he was still willing to follow his order, from fear of being discarded. Not to mention that if that womanâs behaviour didnât affect Kaiser, Ness might as well follow his lead and not let her get on his nerves either.Â
Kaiser was heading to his car, when he heard some people arguing a few metres away from him. He paid them no mind and continued on his way.
âI said let go! Youâre hurting me!â he heard a female voice screaming.
Turning around, his body reacted before his brain could process the situation. Forcefully separating the two, he pushed the man away, as he placed Y/N behind him.Â
âShe said stop, arsehole! Didnât you hear her?â
The man clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked away without a word. Kaiser turned towards Y/N, his eyes widening in shock, seeing her terrified like that, her body trembling uncontrollably and tears falling from her eyes.Â
âHey, look at me,â he spoke softly. âYouâre safe now, that bastard is gone. Itâs alright now.âÂ
âK-Kaiser?â
âYeah, itâs me. Itâs okay now.â He gently caressed her cheek. âDo you know who that was?â
âN-NoâŠâÂ
âDid he do anything to you?â
âHe grabbed my arm⊠And tried to take me awayâŠâÂ
âAlright.â Picking up her bag that had fallen to her feet, he took her hand in his and looked at her. âCome, Iâll give you a ride.â
Y/N nodded and followed him to his car. The time they spent in the car was peaceful, each of them immersed in their own thoughts. She would occasionally steal a few glances of Kaiser whilst he was driving, still quite shocked that he of all people had bothered to help her. As the car came to a stop outside her house, he turned towards her, their gazes locking.Â
âThank you for helping me.âÂ
âMmmâŠâ he nodded.Â
âGoodnight.â
âMmmâŠâÂ
She watched him driving away and disappearing from her view, then dragged herself inside her house. Closing the door, she leant against it, letting herself slip down on the floor. Pulling up her sleeves, she looked at the bruised handprints of that man, her eyes tearing up. Y/N took a long bath, scrubbing as best as she could the marks, wanting to erase their existence from her body. Exhausted, she fell asleep, occasionally waking up through the night from dark memories buried deep within her.Â
The following day of the incident with the creepy man, Kaiser had checked up on Y/N, asking if she were okay. She wasnât, her puffy eyes told him everything he needed to know, but he still went along with her obvious lie of everything being fine.
Subtle changes had occurred in their relationship, as they were now less cold towards each other. Interactions were kept to a minimum, yet the atmosphere around them was more relaxed than ever before.
The players were glad by this sudden turn of events, thanking whatever happened to make them calmer. Ness was still looking down on Y/N from time to time, not quite understanding Kaiserâs thinking, however he didnât pull any similar stunt again.Â
And at last, the match was about to happen. The day before, the players headed home immediately after morning practice was over to prepare themselves for tomorrow nightâs game.
Kaiser was taking a bath, relaxing both his body and mind, while visualising the outcome of the game. When he was done, he wore his bathrobe and sat on his bed, scrolling through the contacts on his phone. Nobody really piqued his interest.
Except for her.
Without realising, he was already calling her number. It didnât take her long to reply. She sounded surprised to receive a call for him, late in the evening.Â
âWhat do you want, Kaiser?â
âCome to my house.âÂ
âWhy?â
âI need your help, Ms. Assistant Manager,â he said in a mischievous tone. Â
Y/N wasnât sure why she obliged to his request â more like his order. As the doors of the lift opened, she sighed before stepping out and ringing his doorbell. Kaiser opened the door for her, greeting her inside with one of his usual service smiles.Â
âSo, what do you want?â
âYou.âÂ
âW-What do you mean?â she asked him, flustered by his stern reply.Â
âI meanâŠâ Kaiser wrapped his arm around her, his face leant to her ear, as he whispered, âYou.â He pulled back, eyes looking deep in hers, as he caressed her cheek. âTo be more precise, I want to have sex with you. Itâs more like a charm, it helps me relax the day before a game,â he explained. âOf course, you can refuse. I wonât force you to stay. But if you do decide to stay, I must warn you that weâll be at it for a while.âÂ
Kaiser observed her, deep in thought as she was. Her eyes locked with his, her body was set aflame by his soft grip on it. She wished to refuse and walk away. And yet, for some reason, she was drawn to him. It was like that night they met at the club. There was something in him that held a tight grasp on her, like a chain around her neck, like the thorny briars of his tattoo had engulfed her body.
âAlrightâŠâ she whispered to his lips, before giving in to her desires. Kaiser smirked, pleased that she had obliged.Â
They shared slow-paced, open mouthed kisses, feeling their bodies melt under one anotherâs touch. He lifted her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso, as he relocated them to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed and hovered above her, attacking her lips, as he started undressing her. He held her as a delicate doll, yet he marked her as a whore. His cock hardened by those little whimpers of hers that escaped her lips every time he bit her.
Her body jolted at the fat stride he licked on her drenched folds. His lips sucked her clit, whilst he simultaneously thrusted two fingers in her wet cunt, curling them up, only to feast his eyes in her head falling back on the pillow, her back arching to his touch, her moans blessing his ears, as her body trembled, reaching her release.Â
She pulled his hair, making him hiss, as she brought him to her, then kissed his lips. She gasped, as his tattooed hand choked her throat, him finding the chance to bite her bottom lip. He picked her up, as he sat on the edge of the bed, placing her down in-between his spread legs. Untying his robe, she stroked his cock, as she worshipped it with her lips. His breath hitched, letting out a breathless moan, grabbing a handful of her hair, whilst feeling her lips sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, ultimately leading to his climax.Â
He grabbed her chin, bringing her to him and crushing his lips on hers, as she rolled down a condom on his cock. She slowly went down, feeling him stretching her oh so perfectly as ever. She was holding onto his shoulders, as she bounced on his cock, clenching around him, making him lose his grip on reality. His tattooed hand choked her neck, as he sucked on the soft skin of her breasts, his other hand slamming her hips down on his. He slapped her ass, smirking at how she threw her head back, moaning his name in pleasure.Â
Lying her down on her stomach, he ridded himself of his robe, then slightly lifted her hips, as he positioned himself in-between her spread legs, thrusting hard and deep inside her cunt, forcing the air out of her lungs.
âKaiser⊠More⊠PleaseâŠâ she begged him.
He leant down, kissing her shoulder, his tattooed hand wrapping around her neck, turning her face towards his. His thrusts were violent and forceful, penetrating her and hitting all the perfect spots, making her mind go blank.Â
âIs this what you want? For me to treat you like a whore?â he mocked her, voice dripping with menace. âLook at you, creaming on my cock, moaning my name.â He thrusted with each point he made. âI bet thatâs what you have been dreaming since the last time I fucked you, hmm?â he taunted, kissing some of her tears.Â
She couldnât answer him, as she held tightly onto the bed sheets, feeling herself cum all over his cock. He couldnât help but get riled up, thrusting aggressively in her, barely holding himself back from his own orgasm. He fucked her through her orgasm, then rolled her on her back, caressing her tear-stained cheek, whispering âBeautifulâŠâ He ravaged her poor little cunt time after time, until he was satisfied.Â
Waking up in the morning, a soft smile was curved on his lips, looking at her sleeping peacefully in his embrace, her head on top of his chest. Kaiser took a moment to take in her relaxed features as she was asleep, running his fingers through her hair. Kissing her forehead, he silently left the bed and went on with his morning routine of conversing with himself naked before his mirror, then he wore some clothes, before grabbing his phone to go for a light jog. When he returned, he found Y/N still sleeping. Kaiser had a shower, before settling himself next to her, kissing her bare neck and shoulder, urging her to wake up.Â
âYou sure like to sleep a lot, donât you?â
âI-I was just exhausted, thatâs all.âÂ
âMmmâŠâ he murmured, kissing her forehead.Â
âWhose fault do you think that is?â she questioned, hitting his shoulder.Â
Kaiser laughed, as he handed her over her clothes.
Y/N rolled her eyes, dressed up, then stood up to get to the kitchen, since her stomach was rumbling in complaint. Her legs hurt quite a bit from last nightâs vigorous events, resulting in her partially losing her balance, before he picked her up in his arms and moved the two of them to the kitchen.
They had breakfast in peace, talking about minor stuff, acting like lovers. It feels nice, they both thought, but refrained from sharing with one another. If she were honest, this was the first time in days that Y/N had felt this serene.Â
âIf we win the match, will you spend the night with me again?â Kaiser asked, wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her closer.Â
âOnly if you win,â Y/N promised.Â
He kissed her lips for good luck and ran after the other players on the field.
The match was intense, as both teams were strong. Currently, the score was 2 - 2, only a few seconds remained till the end of the game. All the spectators were sitting on the edge of their seats, anxiously watching the outcome.
Her eyes were stuck on him, following him as he evaded the strong defence line of his opponents. Two of the enemy defenders ganged up on him in an attempt to intercept his goal. Kaiser avoided them and shot the ball above his head, resulting in Bastard MĂŒnchenâs win.Â
And as she had promised, she let him have his reward for his win. It was maddening. The way he touched her, setting her body aflame, had her standing on the edge of insanity; one step and she was gone. He devoured her like a hungry beast, taking pleasure in breaking her into million pieces like a porcelain doll, only to put all her pieces back together and ruin her all over again and again. He listened to every moan of his name coming out of her parted lips, looked into those teary eyes and oh fuck felt her velvet walls tightening around him, driving him to his orgasm.Â
âAre you writing again?â Kaiser asked, leaning down to kiss her neck.Â
âYeah,â Y/N responded, smashing the keyboard, as she was in her writerâs flow. âHey!â she yelled, as he picked her up.Â
He laughed, sitting down on the chair and placing her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. âHmm, let me see. Iâm really curious about what happens next.â Kaiser was intrigued to read the text on the laptopâs screen. He had accidentally stumbled upon her writing her novel and read it at first out of curiosity. The way she wrote captivated him, leaving him hungry for more. Thatâs how they spent most of their days for the next two months.Â
âY/Nâs late,â Benedict pointed. âDo you think something happened to her?â
âKaiser, did she tell you anything about it?â Theo asked him.Â
âNo,â he replied.
Recalling the previous night, Kaiser couldnât remember her telling him anything about not coming to work today. They spent their time tangled up in-between her bed sheets, until he got called and had to leave. He texted her late at night and she replied to him, yet she still didnât mention anything.Â
âY/N wonât be coming to work for a while,â Noa, who had just entered the training field, informed them. âThe manager just informed me.âÂ
Everyone was confused at this sudden announcement, most of all Kaiser. He called her a couple times during breaks, but Y/N never picked up or called him back. He was getting worried about her disappearance. He even stopped by her house on his way back to his, but she wasnât there.Â
Kaiser: Just tell me youâre okay, thatâs all Iâm asking.
His face lit up when Kaiser noticed her text next morning.
Y/N: Iâm fine. I have a few things to take care of and Iâll be right back.
He sighed relieved and went about his day, worrying less now that he knew she was alright.Â
Nonetheless, Y/N remained out of sight for at least a month. She didnât contact him after that one text message and no matter what time he passed by, she was never at her house. Kaiser thought that he might have done something that displeased her. But then again, she would have confronted him already or they would have gone back to their hostile days. This time, she was even taking time off work as well, which complicated things.Â
Kaiser was near her house, taking some strolls around in hopes of bumping into her. Spotting her amidst the chaos of people, he went after her, calling her name. Seeing him running towards her, Y/N dropped the bags from the supermarket and ran away as fast as she could, hoping that he didnât manage to catch up to her.
Kaiser was left looking at her running off, then averted his gaze towards the bags on the ground. It was only for a split second, but he swore she was terrified to see him there. Picking up the bags, he took them to her doorstep and rang the bell.Â
âIf you donât want to see me, just fucking say it and Iâll leave you alone!â he cursed.Â
From inside the house, Y/N heard his footsteps getting further and further away, tears running down her eyes, muffled cries escaping her lips. The man holding her against the door started laughing like a maniac, her body trembled at its horrifying sound. His body pressured hers against the door, disgusting her, making her feel sick. He kissed her neck, taking pleasure in how she squirmed to his touch.Â
âHeâs loyal, Iâll give you that.â He laughed. âGood job coming back to me. You could have run with him, but you didnât. Iâm really proud of you.â He kissed her cheek.Â
âM-Mark, can you handle lunch today?â she asked him. âI want to rest a little.âÂ
âYes, everything for you, my dear. Do you need me to bring you anything?â
âNo, Iâm fine, thanks.âÂ
Shutting the door of her bedroom, she lay on her bed, burying her head on the pillow and crying. Mark Veidt is her ex-boyfriend, with whom she broke up about a year ago. Mark was obsessed with her, to the point he needed to control every aspect of her everyday life. He separated her from her loved ones, locking her up in his house and keeping her to himself, as nobody else was âworthyâ of being in her presence. Y/N managed to take his phone from him, as he had taken hers away, immediately calling the police who arrived at the scene of Mark beating her up and took him away. She never saw him again.Â
Everything changed the night he was lying in wait for her to come out of the teamâs training building. He attacked her, trying to take her by force with him, but Kaiser interfered. He didnât know it, but that was the second time he had saved her from him, the first being the night they met.
Mark stayed quiet for a while, stalking her and collecting information on her new lover. He was inside her house, going through her worn clothes, engulfing himself in her scent that he had so dearly missed. Hearing the front door opening and people chatting, Mark hid himself inside her wardrobe, leaving it slightly open to peek outside.Â
âK-Kaiser, waitââÂ
âNo, canât do.â He crushed his lips on hers, his hands roaming her body. âI need you.âÂ
Kaiser threw her on the bed, hovering above her. Her moans filled his ears, as Mark watched her getting railed by another man. He couldnât comprehend it. That filthy man was defiling her body, treating her as a mere fuck toy, making her cry and scream.
And yet she was looking at him with lustful eyes, begging him for more of his cruelty. This was a side of hers that he had never seen before. When Y/N was in his arms, he treated her body with utmost respect, for she was his goddess whom he worshipped wholeheartedly. Even so, she had never looked at him the way she looked at that man.Â
As he was cutting vegetables for the salad, Mark accidentally cut his finger. He couldnât believe that the man he loathed would go as far as to come all the way to her house. He had passed quite a few times, but Mark thought that he was simply pissed that his little bitch was ignoring him. He would get over it; or thatâs what he wanted to believe. After today he was sure that man would never approach his beloved again.
He and Y/N had lunch together, then put on a movie to watch, while cuddling on the couch. She was trembling in his embrace and Mark thought that it was because of the horror movie he had picked. He hadnât realised that he was the real reason she was feeling scared.Â
From that day, Kaiser didnât try to reach out to her again. He was angry, angry at her, angry at himself for letting her toy with him. He loathed those feelings he had for her from the beginning. The only reason he gave in was to stop the bleeding in his heart. He never imagined falling this hard, but he had.
And now that she was constantly on his mind, he was in a foul mood almost all the time. Whenever the rest of his teammates asked him about her, he would reply with âdonât know, donât careâ and immediately throw himself at practice. He always kept his mind occupied so as not to think of her.Â
âI didnât know where else to goâŠâÂ
Kaiser tried to turn her down, but that heartbreaking state she was in didnât allow him. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her inside his house harshly. Throwing her on the floor, he looked down at her, his gaze burning with fierce fury. The woman before him was the one who had arbitrarily stolen his heart and broke it one day for a reason unknown to him. And yet that heart of his bled, seeing her breaking down in front of him. But he knew he had to stand strong and not let her affect him.Â
âIf you came here to cry, do me a favour and leave,â he spat venomously. âI donât have time for your bullshit anymore.âÂ
âI knowâŠâ she cried. âIâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry, KaiserâŠâ
He clicked his tongue, irritated by her cries and slammed her on the wall. His eyes shot daggers at her, daggers dipped in poison, hoping to kill her and with her have his feelings die as well.Â
âHavenât you had enough fun toying with me? What else do you need?â he yelled, his hold on her shoulders tightening.Â
A sorrowful cry escaped her lips, as Y/N slipped through his hands down to the floor. She was trembling, she was terrified. Kaiser had never seen her like that. No, he had, that one time. Kneeling before her, he noticed a bruise faintly popping out of her shirt. Taking her shirt off, his eyes widened, looking at the numerous bruises on her body.Â
âWho did this to you?â Kaiser asked, barely able to keep his rage in check.Â
Y/N explained to him what had happened and he listened to her words carefully, his face derived from all emotions. He couldnât possibly control the situation, but he wished he could. Her crying her heart out in his chest broke him. He kissed her lips softly, tasting her salty tears and pain.
She begged him to make her forget, if only for a minute and he obliged to her request without a second thought. He touched her body as lightly as a feather, for fear that he might hurt her more. Two days; Kaiser spent the next two days indulging in her every desire, no matter how small or stupid it might have been.Â
âAre you sure you want to come as well?â Kaiser asked her, his hand giving a small squeeze to her thigh.Â
âYeah⊠Itâs my problem to begin with.âÂ
âStay next to me at all times.âÂ
The two exited his car and walked to the door of her house. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door and walking inside. Mark practically ran to the front door from her bedroom, tears running down his cheeks. His face lit up when he saw her, but only for a moment, as he became alert due to Kaiserâs presence that separated the two.Â
âIf you wanted to go see him, you didnât have to run away. You could have simply asked.â
âWould you have let me go if I had?â
âNo,â Mark replied, his hands turning into fists. âIâve seen how he treats you. Heâs a beast! He doesnât care about you! He treats you like a common slut! But youâre not. Youâre a goddess! The most beautiful goddess that has descended on earth!âÂ
âMark, leave.âÂ
âDo you really wish to stay with him instead of me? Why? What does he have that I donât?â he yelled frustrated.
âHe makes me feel safe. And he never hit me or did anything that I didnât want.âÂ
âCanât you see that heâs using you?â Mark desperately yelled. âHe wants to separate us!âÂ
âShut up, already!â Y/N yelled. âHe has nothing to do with it. I broke up with you a year ago, because of how you treated me. You cannot make me happy. You cannot love me.âÂ
âLies! Iââ
The door of her house burst open and policemen rushed inside. They immobilised Mark and handcuffed him, as he tried to break free, cursing at them, cursing at the man who stole his lover, cursing at his âgoddessâ. Kaiser approached him and looked down on him with his cold eyes, watching him gritting his teeth at him, trying in vain to release himself from the handcuffs and attack him. Whoâs the real beast between us? he wondered.Â
âShe spent the past two days at my house. It should be obvious why,â Kaiser taunted him.Â
The policemen took Mark away, as he threw insults at Kaiser, who went by Y/Nâs side, wrapping his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. The nightmare was finally over. She had never thought that sheâd ever be free of him. She didnât even believe that sheâd be able to love anyone again. But she was glad that Kaiser proved her wrong.
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The article is in Spanish, but it's a very trustworthy source from Argentina. That Roger was a fucking leech, hope he rots in jail
https://www. infobae. com/sociedad/policiales/2024/11/08/pesos-argentinos-para-comprar-droga-negocios-en-comun-y-dias-libres-el-oscuro-control-de-rogelio-nores-sobre-liam-payne/
This is so fucking disturbing. I know fans have had a bad feeling about Roger for a while. It sounds like they werenât wrong.
Today, Nores is charged with abandoning Liam Payne and killing him , as well as supplying and facilitating him with drugs, in a relationship that sources in the case describe as âalmost Maradona-esque, a friend of the champion , like those who surrounded Diego at his worst .â To charge him, Madrea and his team analyzed 800 hours of footage from the CasaSur hotel and opened Liamâs phone. In addition, they took a large number of testimonies, including that of Liamâs father, Geoff Payne.
Liam's father said the same thing that the courts were able to confirm through the analysis of communications and the comparison of other testimonies: that Nores, after meeting Payne in Miami at the beginning of this year, became the force that dominated his life. If the Payne family wanted to know how the singer was, then they should contact Rogelio. He was not just another friend of Liam's, under any circumstances. Geoff Payne himself said it: "Roger" was always the intermediary. "He is better than ever," he would have told the family when asked.
And this explains the charge of abandonment of a person. It is not about the fact that the businessman did not come to the singer's aid, but about the long road that led to the CasaSur hotel.
The businessman would have become a sort of de facto manager . Although they did not have a specific contract in this regard, sources in the case say that Nores operated as an "investment advisor" and that they had business in common in view of Payne's possible return to the world stage. For this, the singer's recovery from his addiction to drugs and alcohol was key. He just had to be detoxified.
Nores accompanied Payne in a deep detoxification treatment in the United States. There, a psychiatrist prescribed sertraline, the antidepressant that was found in the toxicology test on the singer's body. The specialist said it clearly: if you mix alcohol and cocaine with sertraline, the result can be lethal.
Then, another treatment in Spain was carried out, which also failed. So they ended up in Argentina. Payne was put up in a prestigious five-star hotel that was used to hosting big rock stars. They kicked him out of there. They even visited a local psychiatrist, who testified in the file. After the five-star hotel, they both went to the Patagones polo club with the singer's last girlfriend, Kate Cassidy, where the singer was photographed wearing a helmet and heels on a horse. They spent a few days there. However, Payne quickly became nervous and left the place.
Thus, they arrived at the CasaSur hotel in Palermo on the Sunday before the death. Liam did not even have a bag. There, according to the testimonies and analysis that are part of the case of the prosecutor Madrea, Nores' control would have been much more evident, with alleged orders to the hotel staff to report each expense. Nores, this time, managed Payne's expenses , while receiving calls for each whiskey, champagne or tequila that the former One Direction member ordered, with physical money delivered at the reception. The evidence also speaks of "free days" when Liam could consume cocaine.
The day he died, precisely, was a âday off.â
Thus, Nores frequently returned to the hotel to top up the bill. Payne, meanwhile, insisted on the phone, asking for Argentine pesos to pay the dealers who offered him cocaine, with photos of the bags they offered him and the corresponding prices. The prosecution suspects that Nores had obtained cocaine for him himself, which led to the second charge against him.
Meanwhile, hotel cameras filmed Liam as he wandered the halls , drunk and with a distant look.
For the time being, Nores is free, with his passport handed over to the courts and a ban on leaving the country, while he awaits being summoned for questioning by Judge Laura Bruniard. Article 106 of the Criminal Code, which defines the crime of abandonment followed by death, speaks of âanyone who endangers the life or health of another, either by placing him or her in a situation of helplessness, or by abandoning to their fate a person who is incapable of taking care of himself or who must be maintained or cared for, or who the author himself has incapacitated .â Here, the alleged supply of narcotics plays a key role.
If convicted, he could face up to 15 years in prison. Given the amount of the sentence, the crime is not bailable.
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Masterlist for Logan Howlett
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the edge of safety
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already yours
late night
love poem
office door notes
first-day jitters
trivia night
debate
first impression
confessions
first date
happy birthday
nightmares
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poker
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scary movie
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matchmaker
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you're too good for me
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stay with me
all i want is you
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that boy is mine
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you'll get used to it
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save a horse, ride a cowboy
i can be the good guy
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stay with me
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you make me nervous
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treasure in the sea â fushiguro toji.
âOkay, then, TojiâŠ.â you teased lightly, hoping to ease the heaviness of the moment. âWhatâs the most complicated thing in your life right now?â He laughed softly, the sound mixing with the crash of the water. âYou asking me that, here of all places, doll.â he said, shaking his head as if you had walked right into some unspoken truth. You blinked, suddenly unsure of what to say. âWhat do you mean?â Toji met your gaze, the teasing spark in his blueâgreen eyes replaced by something more serious, more real. His voice was low when he spoke, just loud enough for you to hear over the ocean. âYou, probably.â
GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;
WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18, angst, fluff, first love, friends to lovers, romance, love, drama, hurt/comfort, break up, college sweethearts, smut, kissing, oral receiving, implied p-i-v sex, sexual intercourse, pining, hurt, happy ending, domestic, loss, death, grief character death, guilt, parenthood, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of pining, depiction of parenthood, depiction of guilt, depiction of grief, depiction of character death, depiction of break up, mention of parting, mention of the past, mention of character death, mention of drug overdose, mention of sexual acts and conducts, dad!toji, mom! reader, son! megumi;
WORD COUNT: 14k words
NOTE: i can't believe that toji finally won a poll and with a massive lead. i loved writing this a lot and this was so exciting to write. this was based on this japanese show called umi no hajimari and i adored the show. everything about this was just so lovely. i feel like toji in canon did love megumi and mamaguro a lot, so i wanted it to translate here no matter what. there is smut here so this is a prelude to the kinktober event that starts on october 4th, 2024. i hope you enjoy that too!!! anyway, i love you all <3
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IT WAS LIKE FATE LET THIS HAPPEN. In the bustling crowd of students gathering around tables covered with colorful fliers, you spotted him: Zenin Toji, standing tall and frigid, looking somewhat out of place, his eyes scanning the scene as if he wasnât quite sure where he wanted to be.Â
Meanwhile, you, shorter and bright eyed, were grabbing every flier you could find, from the Art Club to Ultimate Frisbee. It was quite crazy, to see you grab them with a smile on your face over and over in a speed he couldnât keep up with. Toji noticed your enthusiasm, probably confused by the sheer number of papers you were collecting.
You exchanged a glance, a brief nod and a small smile. But it was clear he wasnât sure about the whole "college club" thing. He wasnât even sure about joining school clubs in high school.
He lingered at a few tables, undecided, but eventually, you lost sight of him in the crowd as you moved on to collect more fliers and started mingling with the upperclassmen managing the booths accommodating the freshmen. Toji thought you were a dream, a momentâs notice. And yet, what he didnât realize is that you were anything but that.
Later that evening, you attended a dinner event hosted for various clubs, a casual mixer where students could gather, chat, and get a feel for different groups on campus. To get used to college life. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation, and tables were spread with club brochures, each one trying to outshine the others to attract new members.Â
You had settled at a table near the center, surrounded by people engaged in light conversation, but your thoughts kept drifting. You had collected a few fliers from the clubs you were curious about, but you still felt undecided. Well, they all had mixers in the upcoming days. So, you wanted to judge them by eating at the restaurants they went to. The better the food, the better you feel about the club!
As you chatted politely with a few others, you caught a glimpse of someone familiar out of the corner of your eye. That tall boy with that obnoxious gaze. Zenin Toji, who you'd seen earlier in the day looking equally disinterested, was seated a few tables away. His broad frame slouched back casually, yet something about his presence felt charged. The rest of the room seemed to fade for a moment as he caught your eye. A slow, playful smirk curled on his lips.
Before you could react, Toji stood and approached your table. Without hesitation, he plopped down into the empty seat beside you. "Still hoarding fliers?" he teased, his voice low and amused.
You glanced at the stack of fliers you had gathered, caught off guard by his casual confidence. âI guess I am.â you said with a small smile, half-laughing at his remark, trying to shake off the flustered feeling his sudden closeness brought. His presence seemed to shift the mood, drawing your focus entirely to him, while the rest of the room hummed in the background.
Toji leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking between you and the fliers, clearly finding humor in your indecision. âAny standouts, or are you just collecting paper at this point?â
The playful banter had a magnetic pull, and despite not knowing much about him, you found yourself leaning into the conversation.
You shifted in your seat, the weight of his presence drawing you in despite the crowded room. âA little of both, I think.â you replied with a smirk, trying to match his easygoing attitude. You glanced at the fliers in your hand, suddenly self-conscious. âIâve narrowed it down to a few, but⊠havenât quite committed.â
Toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. âCommitment issues, huh?â
You shot him a playful glare. âMaybe I just like to weigh my options. I mean, the better the food, the better the shot.â
His smirk widened, and he leaned in slightly, his arm resting on the back of your chair. âOr maybe youâre overthinking it.â he said, his voice dipping lower, more personal. âSometimes itâs better to just pick something and see what happens.â
The sudden shift in his tone sent a ripple of warmth through you, his casual confidence making it hard to resist the pull of the conversation. He didnât seem like the type to overthink anything, which was probably why he intrigued you so much. Toji was all instinct and ease, a stark contrast to your careful, measured approach to things.
âIs that what you did?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âJust pick a club and see where it takes you?â
Toji glanced around the room, as if he hadnât really considered joining anything until now. âI havenât picked anything yet,â he admitted, leaning back again, his arm still casually draped behind you. âNot sure if I will.â
You tilted your head, curiosity getting the better of you. âSo why are you here then?â
He shrugged, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. âMaybe I was waiting to see what youâd pick.â
The comment caught you off guard, and you felt a faint blush rise to your cheeks. His teasing was effortless, and it disarmed you more than you cared to admit. âOh, so now Iâm the deciding factor?â you asked, trying to deflect with humor, but your heart skipped a beat at the playful challenge in his words.
âLooks like it.â he replied smoothly, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than necessary. There was something unspoken in the air between you, an electric undercurrent that neither of you acknowledged but both clearly felt. Tojiâs laid-back demeanor only heightened the tension, making it hard to look away from him.
Before you could respond, the conversation around the table picked up, a few people asking you about the clubs youâd been considering. You answered politely, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Toji, who remained seated comfortably beside you, like he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
As the evening wore on, you found yourself more and more aware of his presenceâthe way he occasionally leaned in to comment on something, his quiet observations that made you laugh, the subtle glances he threw your way. There was an ease to his company that surprised you, like youâd known him longer than just this fleeting encounter.
Eventually, the mixer began winding down, and people started to gather their things, heading out in groups or saying goodbyes. Toji stretched lazily beside you, his smirk still lingering.
âSo, have you made up your mind yet?â he asked, glancing at the fliers one last time.
You held them up, looking between him and the colorful pages. âMaybe Iâll just join the one you do.â
Toji raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âNow youâre the one following me?â
You shrugged, playing it off, but there was a spark of genuine interest behind your words. âMaybe I just want to see what happens.â
For a second, he looked at you like he was trying to figure you out, then his smirk softened into something more thoughtful. âGuess weâll both find out, thenâŠdoll.â he said, standing up and offering you a hand.
You took it, feeling the warmth of his grip, and as you stood beside him, the energy between you shifted slightly. It wasnât just playful teasing anymoreâthere was something real in the air, an unspoken understanding that this chance encounter might be the start of something neither of you had planned.
You stood there for a moment, hand still in his, feeling the weight of the moment linger between you both. Toji's grip was warm, firm but casual, and even as he let go, the imprint of that brief touch stayed with you. He glanced around the room, as if assessing how much time was left before the evening fully wrapped up, then turned back to you with a raised eyebrow.
âSoâŠ..â he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. âSince youâre so indecisive about clubs, maybe we should keep in touch. In case you need more advice.â
You caught the playful glint in his eye, but there was an undercurrent of something genuine there too. Without really thinking it through, you reached for your phone. âYeah, advice. Thatâs what I need, hm?â you joked, handing him your phone with a smirk.
Toji took it without hesitation, his fingers moving quickly as he typed in his number. He handed it back to you, and you glanced down to see his contact saved simply as Toji. No last name, just that. There was something almost intimate about the simplicity of it. He shot you a lopsided grin.
âNow you can bug me about which club to join, doll.â he teased, but his tone was soft, almost like he was saying more than his words let on.
You saved your number in his phone in return, noticing how natural it felt to exchange numbers with him, like this wasnât the first time youâd done this. Maybe it was the easy way he carried himself, or the way his smirk softened when he looked at you, but it felt⊠effortless. You werenât sure what that meant yet, but you liked it.
As you handed back his phone, you found yourself lingering, caught in the moment between what this was and what it could become. âIâll hold you to that, you know. The advice.â you said lightly, breaking the tension but not quite dispelling it. Your gaze lingered towards him for a little too long. âYou better answer, okay?â
Toji chuckled, his eyes glancing over your face like he was committing it to memory. âWhy wouldnât I?â he snickers back at you. âThat means Iâll be hearing from you soon.â
The way he said it wasnât a questionâit was a certainty. Something about the confidence in his words sent a ripple through you. You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips as you tried to play it cool. âMaybe sooner than you think.â
He laughed quietly, clearly enjoying this little back-and-forth. âIâll keep my phone close, then.â
Just as the room started to clear out, Toji took a small step closer, his voice lowering slightly. âSee you around⊠and donât overthink it. Iâve got a feeling youâre not as indecisive as you make yourself out to be.â
There was something almost intimate in the way he said it, like he saw through your front and into something deeper. Before you could reply, Toji gave you one last smirk, a teasing glance, then turned and walked toward the door, disappearing into the flow of people heading out.
You stood there for a moment, watching him go, your phone still in hand, his number glowing on the screen. The mixerâs noise buzzed in the background, but your mind was elsewhere, still caught on the feeling of that exchangeâlight and playful on the surface, but weighted with possibility underneath.
As you finally made your way to the exit, you found yourself thinking back on his words, the certainty in them. Maybe you werenât as undecided as you thought. Or maybe Toji was the push you didnât realize you needed.
Later, as you stepped into the cool evening air, your phone buzzed in your hand. A message flashed on the screen.
Toji: Already overthinking things?
You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth of anticipation in your chest. Maybe this was the start of something, after all.
EVERYTHING QUICKLY STARTED FROM THERE. From that night, your friendship with Zenin Toji developed naturally, like youâd always known each other. You quickly fell into a rhythm of hanging out at various club events together, even though Zenin Toji never quite settled on joining any one group.Â
He showed up with his usual laid-back grin, fliers still folded in his pocket, but it didnât matter. The bond you formed over your shared indecisionâand the string of free dinners at the eventsâwas enough to keep you together. It was easy, lighthearted, the way you could sit with him at these gatherings and slip into conversation like you were old friends.
Toji was an engineering major, which surprised you at first, given his carefree attitude and lack of outward focus. He rarely talked about school, yet somehow, you could picture him excelling in that structured world of machines, calculations, and practical problems. In contrast, you were a classical music major, your world filled with compositions, performances, and delicate precision. It seemed like a strange match on the surface, but somehow, the two of you worked.
The more time you spent together, the more you realized that Toji had a knack for grounding you in ways you didnât expect. When youâd get lost in your head, agonizing over pieces of music or second-guessing your choices, Toji had a way of cutting through the noise with his straightforward advice. âDonât think so hard, doll.â heâd say, almost like it was the simplest thing in the world. And sometimes, it was.
Weeks turned into months, and your connection with him deepened. You found yourself spending more time outside of the club events, drawn together by your shared love for adventure. It became almost a tradition between the two of you.
The spontaneous outings where neither of you planned ahead, just picking up and going somewhere on a whim. Toji had this effortless energy about him that made you want to say yes to everything, even things you wouldnât normally do. There was something freeing about being around him, like he gave you permission to let go of the structure you were so used to.
One of his favorite places to take you was the sea. You werenât sure how it had come up the first time, but maybe during a casual conversation, or maybe you had mentioned it while reminiscing about the littlest of things, from your childhood memories to what shape of the cloud you think you see.Â
But once Toji knew you had a deep connection to the ocean, he made a point of driving you there whenever he could. There was a stretch of coastline a couple of hours away, not too far but far enough to feel like an escape from the routine of classes and rehearsals.
The first time he took you, you had been stressed over an upcoming recital, feeling the weight of expectation pressing down on you. Toji had sensed it, of course, and in his usual no-nonsense way, he simply said, âLetâs go.â
The drive was quiet at first, filled with the sound of the engine and the open road. But as the scenery changed from city streets to winding coastal roads, you felt yourself relax, your worries melting away in the face of the endless horizon. When you finally arrived, the sea stretched out before you like an open invitation, the salty air filling your lungs and the rhythmic crashing of the waves soothing something deep inside you.
It was on that shore that you realized how much Toji meant to you. He didnât say much, didnât need to. He just stood there beside you, hands in his pockets, letting you have the space to breathe. His presence was steady, grounding, like the ocean itselfâa constant in your life that you hadnât known you needed.
Over the months, those trips became your refuge. Whenever things get overwhelming; whether it was school, life, or the inevitable chaos that comes with growing upâToji would drop whatever he was doing at the time and drive you to the sea. Youâd spend hours walking along the beach, talking about everything and nothing.Â
Sometimes youâd sit in silence, both of you content just to be there, feeling the wind on your faces and the cool sand beneath your feet. It was sometimes better, enjoying each otherâs company. Other times, youâd talk late into the night, sharing stories from your childhoods, dreams for the future, and even the occasional fear that lingered in the back of your mind.
For Toji, the sea seemed to bring out a different side of himâa quieter, more reflective side. It was during these trips that heâd let his guard down, offering glimpses into his life beyond the cool, carefree persona he usually wore.Â
You learned that heâd grown up near the ocean, that it had been his escape as a kid, a place where he could forget the troubles waiting for him at home. He never went into too much detail, but you could hear it in his voiceâthe weight of something unspoken, a part of him that he wasnât quite ready to share yet.
For you, the sea was a place of peace. It reminded you of childhood summers spent by the shore, of simpler times when the only thing that mattered was the sound of the waves and the feeling of sand between your toes. Being there with Toji brought back that sense of calm, of being anchored in the present, and you found yourself growing more and more attached to those moments together.
Your friendship was effortless, but there was something else growing between you, something that neither of you had acknowledged out loud yet. It lingered in the spaces between your conversations, in the way Toji would glance at you when you werenât looking, or the way your heart would skip a beat when his hand brushed against yours as you walked along the shore. It wasnât just friendship anymoreâit was something deeper, something that made your time together feel heavier, more significant.
But for now, you didnât push it. You let things unfold as they would, trusting that whatever was happening between you and Toji would make itself known in time. And until then, you were content to keep taking those spontaneous trips to the sea, finding peace in each otherâs company, knowing that somehow, no matter where you were, you always found your way back to him.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the water as you and Toji waded into the sea. The cool waves lapped at your ankles, sending shivers up your spine as you walked further in, side by side. The gentle roar of the ocean filled the space between you, and for a while, neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the serenity of the moment.
The sea had become your shared escape, a place where words werenât always needed but somehow always found their way into the quiet moments. Toji was waist-deep now, his eyes fixed on the horizon, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.
âYou always get this serious when weâre out here, you know?â you said, splashing a bit of water in his direction, hoping to break the quiet spell. âWhat are you thinking about?â
He glanced over at you, dodging the splash with ease. âThe ocean does that to me, doll.â he admitted. âMakes you feel small, doesnât it?â
You nodded, understanding what he meant. âYeah, but in a good way. Like nothing else matters out here.â
Toji tilted his head slightly, considering your words. His usual laid-back attitude softened, replaced by that contemplative side he only seemed to show when you were near the water. âMaybe thatâs why I keep bringing you here, doll.â he said, his voice quieter now, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves. âKeeps things simple.â
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the sunâs fading rays. âYou do like things simple, donât you?â
Toji gave a half-shrug, the corner of his mouth quivering. âNot everything, doll. I thought you knew that.â
There was a pause, and his words hung in the air between you. The two of you had been dancing around something for months now, that unspoken connection that neither of you had fully acknowledged. The tension between friendship and something more had always been there, simmering beneath the surface like the waves that rolled in at your feet.
âOkay, then, TojiâŠ.â you teased lightly, hoping to ease the heaviness of the moment. âWhatâs the most complicated thing in your life right now?â
He laughed softly, the sound mixing with the crash of the water. âYou asking me that, here of all places, doll.â he said, shaking his head as if you had walked right into some unspoken truth.
You blinked, suddenly unsure of what to say. âWhat do you mean?â
Toji met your gaze, the teasing spark in his blueâgreen eyes replaced by something more serious, more real. His voice was low when he spoke, just loud enough for you to hear over the ocean. âYou, probably.â
Your breath caught for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. He wasnât joking, not this time. There was no playful smirk, no light teasing. He was being honest in that way only Toji could beâblunt, to the point, but with a tenderness you werenât used to seeing from him.
You swallowed, suddenly feeling the depth of the water around you, the way it mirrored the depth of what was happening between you two. âI didnât think I was that complicated.â you managed to say, your voice soft but laced with a nervous laugh.
Toji took a step closer, the water swirling around his waist, but the space between you felt even more significant. âYouâre not. You never have been.â he said. âBut what I feel for you? Thatâs the complicated part.â
His words sent a jolt through you, and your heart started pounding in your chest. The two of you had spent months building this connection, this unspoken bond, and nowâhere, in the middle of the sea, surrounded by nothing but water and the fading light of the eveningâhe was finally saying it out loud.
âI wasnât sure in the beginning, doll.â Toji continued, his voice still low, careful, like he was treading new ground. âAt first, I thought it was just us hanging out, being friends. But then⊠I donât know. The more time I spent with you, the harder it got to keep things simple. And it all justâŠ.it just stopped becoming clear.â
You felt the pull between you growing stronger, the unspoken tension finally surfacing. It had been there all along, in the way he looked at you when he thought you werenât watching, in the way his casual touches lingered just a little too long. You could feel your heart beating out your chest, your eyes tense as you looked at him.
âTojiâŠ.â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âI feel it too.â
He didnât say anything right away, but the relief that washed over his face was unmistakable. It was as though the tension disappeared as his shoulders dropped. The waves lapped gently at your legs, the soft push and pull mirroring the emotions between you. Toji stepped even closer, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his presence despite the cool water surrounding you both.
âI donât do complicated things, doll.â he said, his bright beautiful eyes locking onto yours.âbut Iâm willing to try if itâs with you.â
The vulnerability in his words hit you like a wave. Toji, the man who seemed so laid-back and sure of himself, was standing here, opening up in a way you hadnât expected. He was offering you something real, something he didnât give easily.
You reached out, letting your hand find his beneath the water, your fingers intertwining with his. âI donât need simple.â you said, smiling softly. âWell, not without you. I justâŠ. need you.â
For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, the only sound the steady crash of the waves, the only feeling the warmth of his hand in yours. Tojiâs gaze softened, and in that moment, it felt like something between you had finally clicked into place. Something unspoken, something that had always been there, was now laid bare between you.
He smiled then, that familiar, easy grin, but this time, it was softer, more genuine. âGuess that settles it, huh?â
You laughed, feeling the tension finally break, replaced by a sense of peace that only the sea and Tojiâcould give you. âYeah, I guess it does.â
And as the two of you stood there, hand in hand, the sun setting behind you, the waves rolling gently at your feet, it felt like the beginning of something newâsomething neither of you could predict but both of you were ready to dive into together.
IT WAS LIKE FLOATING IN THE CLOUDS, EVERYTHING AFTER THAT. After that day at the sea, things between you and Toji shifted into something deeper. You started dating officially, but it wasnât much different from before, just more intentional. You went everywhere togetherâspontaneous weekend trips, late-night diner runs, quiet evenings at your place with takeout and music playing in the background.Â
He made you laugh like no one else could, and you found yourself feeling lighter in his presence. No one could make you feel this happy. Not anyone. Just your Toji. After that day at the sea, everything changed between you and Toji, but in the most natural way.
The shift wasnât abruptâit was like everything you both had been dancing around finally clicked into place. You were officially together now, but it didnât feel that different from before, except for the fact that everything seemed more deliberate, more real.
Dating Toji was a blend of excitement and comfort. You found yourselves constantly making spontaneous decisions, from late-night drives to nowhere, to impromptu weekend getaways. He had this knack for making every moment feel like an adventure, even if all you were doing was stopping by a hole-in-the-wall diner at 2 AM for greasy burgers and fries. Somehow, the world felt bigger with him, like there was always something new to discover as long as he was by your side.
The quiet moments became just as meaningful. Youâd sit together at your apartment, the dim glow of the city outside your windows, takeout containers spread across the coffee table as some old-school vinyl hummed softly in the background. Toji wasnât one for endless conversation, but when he did speak, it was either to crack a joke that left you laughing uncontrollably or to say something so unexpectedly sincere that it left you speechless.
And the way he looked at you, with those sharp eyes softened just for you, made your heart race in a way no one else ever could. He had this rough exterior, intimidating to most, but with you, he was differentâgentler in a way that seemed reserved for you alone. There were times when heâd pull you close without a word, his arms wrapped around you, as if to remind you that he wasnât going anywhere, that you were his, and he was yours.
You never realized how easy happiness could feel until him. Sure, life had its ups and downs, but with Toji, the weight of the world seemed lighter. He made you laugh like no one else ever could, often in the simplest, silliest ways. Whether it was his dry humor or those stupid pranks he'd pull just to see you roll your eyesâeverything about him had the power to brighten your day.
And then there were the quieter realizations, the ones that snuck up on you when you least expected it. Like when youâd catch him glancing at you from across the room, and there was something so tender in his gaze that it almost took your breath away. Or when heâd grab your hand in a crowded place, lacing his fingers through yours as if it were second nature, making you feel like the safest person in the world.
The truth was, no one made you feel the way Toji did. He wasnât perfectâfar from itâbut neither were you, and that was what made it work. There was no pretense with him, no need to hide or hold back. He saw you for who you were, accepted you, and made you feel like you were more than enough. In his presence, you felt lighter, freer, like everything was easier when you were together.
No one else could do that. Not anyone. Just your Toji.
He was your person, your unexpected joy, and as things deepened between you, you realized that he had become so much more than just a part of your life. He was your home.
He was at your place again after finals. It was like a magnetic pull; he couldnât stay away from you, even after the grueling physical test that left him spent and drenched in sweat. Yet, here he wasâunbothered by his disheveled state. His body craved yours, and you could sense that same hunger in yourself. You had been waiting, yearning to close the distance, to touch him, taste himâeverything.
As your boyfriendâs hand tenderly wrapped around your wrist, he tried with all his might to stop you. He had that surprised look on his face, almost as though heâd been caught off guard. You could feel your boyfriend's grip firm but almost too careful, almost too cautious. You looked at him with those bright doe eyes.
âDoll, what are you doing? Iâm supposed to be the one to go down on youââ
You didnât let him finish at all, leaning towards him and kissing him passionately. You smiled against the way he kissed you back, his palm touching your cheek as the gravitational pull drew you both closer, deeper and deeper into the kiss. You parted your lips from him and took a moment to pull his hand away from your wrist. It was strong but tenderly gentle. You shove it away. You slowly knelt in front of him.
âLet me do this first. Please.â
Toji could feel his breath hitch deeply. All he could feel at that moment was the way his knees trembled. He was sure that he was feeling it. It was too obvious. Everything about this was giving away the struggle between resistance and desire.Â
âHere? In your kitchen, doll?â His voice cracked slightly, weary hesitance betrayed by the heat that cut through the reverberation of words. His blueâgreen eyes darted down to where you were, your hardened resolve so clear, and then back to him with a wanton glance at the sweat on his bright tan skin. âYou canât be serious, I have to cook our dinner nowââ
âPlease. Now.â
âNow?â Toji's question was more like a whisper, a mix of confusion and longing. It was as though he wasnât sure if he should stop you or let you take him, right there, without a second thought. It was as though he was having a hard time figuring it out. âI canâtâŠI canât just have you do this in the kitchen. Itâs not even cleanâŠ.â
His body told you all you needed to know. He wanted this as much as you did. You didn't answer him with words. Instead, you held his gaze, your intensity silencing the doubt that lingered in his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, your fingers trailed along his thigh, firm but teasing. His breath hitched again, sharper this time, and his hand flexed at his side as if unsure whether to stop you or let you take full control.
"Just let me, baby. Please, Toji." you whispered, your voice low and thick with need. It was a command, but more than that, a plea. You needed thisâneeded him.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you watched his resolve melt away. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath ragged, as though he was on the edge of a precipice, uncertain whether to fall or hold back. But when his hand, the one he'd tried to use to still you earlier, moved to your head, fingers tangling softly in your hair, you knew his decision.
"Youâreâ" He tried to speak, but the words failed him. Whatever argument or hesitation he had left was swallowed by the way his body responded to your touch. The tension in him snapped like a taut string, and all that remained was the heat between you.
You leaned closer, lips ghosting over his skin, the salt of his sweat mixing with the warmth radiating from him. Every inch of him felt alive under your hands, and you could feel his pulse racing, mirroring your own urgency.
His grip in your hair tightened ever so slightly, and the sound that escaped him was one of surrender. "FineâŠfine." he breathed out, a soft growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "Whatever you want⊠justâ"
His words faltered again, but it didnât matter. You knew exactly what he meant. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, feeling the tension ripple beneath his skin as you lowered yourself further. His muscles twitch involuntarily under your touch, betraying his anticipation despite his earlier hesitation. You could hear his breath hitch again, faster this time, his hand still tangled in your hair, half-pulling, half-guiding you as though he couldnât decide whether to hold back or let go.
You knew, though. He wanted this as badly as you did, even if his mind had yet to catch up to his bodyâs desires.
You pressed a kiss just above the waistband of his pants, slow and deliberate, feeling him tense beneath your lips. His hips jerked slightly, a reaction he couldnât contain, and you smiled to yourself at the effect you were having on him. Your fingers toyed with the waistband, teasing him, drawing out the moment just a bit longer.
âStop teasingâŠâ he muttered, voice breathless and strained. His grip in your hair tightened for emphasis, but it lacked the conviction to pull you away. He was already lost in this, even if he tried to pretend otherwise.
You finally obliged, tugging down his pants, the fabric sliding against his skin, revealing him fully. His body shuddered at the sudden exposure, and a soft, involuntary groan escaped his lips as the cool air met his flushed skin.
You didnât waste time after that, leaning in with purpose, your tongue flicking out to taste him. The groan that followed was deeper, rawer, his hand now gripping your hair tightly, holding on as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His legs trembled beneath your touch, and his breath came in ragged gasps as you moved, your mouth working him over with a slow, deliberate pace.
Every sound that escaped him, every twitch of his body, spurred you on, and you could feel him losing control. His hips buckled forward, desperate for more, and his other hand clutched the edge of the sofa behind him, knuckling white from the strain.
âFuck.â he breathed, voice hoarse and barely audible, his entire body tense with the pleasure building inside him. âDonât stop⊠just like thatâŠâ
You could feel him unraveling, every touch, every flick of your tongue driving him closer to the edge. And you were glad for it. You were giving it to him. You were the cause of his pleasure. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, and his body trembled under your ministrations.
He was close, and you knew it, but you kept going, pushing him further, not giving him a moment to recover or catch his breath. His head fell back, his chest heaving as he surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through him.
And then, with a final, ragged groan, he came undone beneath you, his entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His grip on your hair loosened, and he slumped back against the sofa, utterly spent, chest rising and falling heavily.
You pulled back slowly, watching as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded, glazed over with satisfaction. His hand slid weakly from your hair, his body still trembling in the aftershocks of his release.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the room filled only with the sound of his heavy breathing. Then, finally, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as though in disbelief at what had just happened.
âGod.â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âYou really donât play fair, do you?â
You smiled, wiping your lips as you leaned back on your heels. âI told you to let me do this.â
He laughed again, softer this time, eyes meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and adoration. âYeah, doll.â he whispered, voice still breathless. âYou did.â
As the air settled between you, his breathing evened out, and he leaned forward. Before you could react, Tojiâs strong hand cupped your face, pulling you in for a strong, passionate kiss. It was sudden, raw, his lips crashing into yours with the kind of intensity that took your breath away.Â
His mouth was warm and demanding, and the taste of his. It was making him feel hotter. And it made you hotter that the taste of his juice was being shared between the two of you. It was too good, the heat, salty taste and something uniquely hisâflooded your senses.
You felt a shiver race down your spine as his tongue brushed against your lips, coaxing them apart. Without thinking, you melted into him, letting him take the lead. The way his hand moved from your face to your neck, fingers pressing just enough to make you feel his power, sent your mind spinning. He didnât give you time to catch your breath, the kiss growing more fervent with each passing second.
When he finally pulled back, both of you gasping for air, his dark, sharp eyes locked onto yours. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, and there was something dangerous in his expressionâsomething that made your heart race faster than before.
âMy turn, doll.â Toji rasped, voice low and gravelly, dripping with intent. His thumb traced your bottom lip, as though marking the spot where his mouth had just been. "You didnât think Iâd just let you have all the fun, did you?"
Before you could respond, his hands were on you, rough but purposeful, guiding you up and onto the couch. His grip was firm as he pressed you down, positioning himself between your legs, eyes dark with hunger. He wasted no timeâthere was no hesitation in his movements, only a primal desire to return everything youâd given him moments ago.
Tojiâs lips found your neck, trailing hot kisses down to your collarbone. Each kiss, each brush of his lips against your skin sent electric jolts through your body, heightening your senses. He was taking his time now, savoring each second as he moved lower, his breath hot against your chest.
He paused briefly, looking up at you, that same wicked smile playing on his lips. "Relax. Youâre gonna want to enjoy this."
With that, he moved lower, and your breath caught in your throat as his mouth descended. The sensation was immediate, overwhelming. His tongue was slow and deliberate, moving with the kind of precision that had you gripping the edge of the couch within seconds. Your back arched involuntarily, and a soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
"Thatâs it." he murmured, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making you tremble. "Let me take care of you."
Tojiâs pace was unhurried, savoring the way your body responded to him, but there was a ferocity behind his touch that let you know he wasnât going to stop until you were completely undone. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, his strength evident in every subtle movement.
Each flick of his tongue, each stroke of his lips sent you spiraling, and soon you were lost in the sensation. Your hands found his hair, fingers gripping tightly as you struggled to stay grounded, but it was impossible. Toji was relentless, expertly pushing you further and further, until you were right on the edge, your entire body trembling under his touch.
"Toji," you gasped, your voice breaking as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. "Iâ"
But he didnât let you finish. Instead, he quickened his pace, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pushed you over that edge. The sensation hit you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering as the pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and shaking beneath him.
For a moment, the world went hazy. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, loud and fast in your ears, and the sound of Tojiâs deep, steady breathing as he slowly pulled away.
When your vision cleared, he was leaning over you, eyes filled with satisfaction. His lips curled into a familiar smirk as he wiped his mouth, clearly proud of the way he had left you undone. "Told you it was my turn." he teased, his voice smug, but the warmth in his gaze softened the edge.
You couldnât help but laugh, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah," you managed to say, voice hoarse. "I think you made your point."
Toji leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, this time slower, more intimate. "Good." he whispered against your mouth. "Because Iâm not done with you yet."
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP, IT WASNâT PERFECT. Â And you always knew that, even in the best of moments. There were times when Zenin Tojiâs recklessness frustrated you or when his silence left too much unsaid. But none of that ever seemed to matter in the grand scheme of things.Â
What mattered was that it was real, and despite the flaws, both of you were genuinely happy. Toji had a way of making life feel effortless, as though the weight of the world didnât matter when you were with him. His presence made everything feel simple, even when it wasnât.
For a while, you let yourself believe in that simplicity. You believed that the two of you could live in this uncomplicated, happy bubble forever, like nothing could shake the foundation youâd built together. Every laugh, every stolen glance, every spontaneous trip made it easy to forget about the uncertainties that loomed in the background. With Toji, life felt lighter, almost as if the two of you existed in a world separate from everyone elseâs struggles and complications.
But then something shifted. It was subtle at first, a creeping unease you couldnât quite place. Until one day, your world came crashing into focus. You found out you were pregnant.
The moment the test came back positive, the air seemed to leave the room. You sat in the bathroom, staring at the two lines on the test, your mind racing but stuck at the same time. Hours seemed to pass, or maybe just minutes. Time had no meaning at that moment. All you could focus on was the weight of the news in your hands and the way everything suddenly felt heavier, more real, more terrifying than youâd ever imagined.
How could this have happened? Sure, you and Toji had been careless at times, but it never seemed like a real possibilityâŠ.until now. And now, you were faced with a reality you hadnât prepared for, a future that felt overwhelmingly uncertain.
You were scared. Not just for yourself, but for Toji too. You had no idea how heâd react, and that terrified you even more. He wasnât exactly the kind of guy who liked to plan or think too far ahead. He thrived on spontaneity, on living in the moment, and the idea of something as permanent and life-altering as a baby⊠you werenât sure how heâd handle it.
Would he be angry? Dismissive? Or worseâindifferent?
The thought of having that conversation made you feel physically ill. You had played out the scenario a hundred times in your head. Maybe heâd shrug it off like it was no big deal, or maybe heâd walk out without a second thought. Or maybe heâd surprise you, like he had so many times before, and show a side of himself you hadnât expected. The uncertainty gnawed at you, filling your chest with a kind of dread you hadnât experienced before.
You spent the next few days trying to find the right moment, the right words, but nothing ever seemed good enough. Each time you looked at him, your throat tightened. Heâd catch your gaze, and youâd quickly look away, afraid that heâd somehow see the truth written all over your face before you were ready to say it out loud.
But it was inevitable. You couldnât hide it forever, and sooner or later, youâd have to face what this meant for both of you. Would it change everything? Could your relationship survive something so monumental? You didnât know. The only thing you knew for sure was that your world had already shifted, and there was no going back.
That evening, when he came over to your apartment, you were sitting on the couch, your hands clasped together, trying to gather the courage to tell him. Toji sat beside you, noticing your tense posture immediately.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern.
You took a deep breath, your heart racing in your chest. âToji, I need to tell you something.â
His expression shifted, becoming more serious. âOkay. Whatâs up?â
âIâm pregnant.â The words fell from your lips like stones, sinking into the quiet space between you. You watched his face closely, trying to read his reaction, but it was hard to tell what he was feeling at first. He blinked, his mouth slightly open, as though trying to process the information.
For a long moment, he didnât say anything. He just stared at you, his mind working behind his eyes. You could see the shock there, the confusion, the disbelief. His silence made your heart pound even harder.
âToji?â you prompted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He finally exhaled, running a hand through his hair. âAre you⊠sure?â
âYeah. Of course I am.â you nodded, your throat tightening. âI took a test.â
Another silence stretched between you, the weight of the situation settling in the room. Toji leaned back slightly, his face unreadable as he stared at the floor, his brows furrowed in thought. It wasnât anger, but it wasnât joy either. It was something heavier, something more complicated.
âIââ he started, then stopped, shaking his head. âI donât know what to say.â
The pit in your stomach deepened. You had known this would be hard, but seeing him so stunned, so lost, was more painful than you had anticipated.
âToji, listenâŠ. I just⊠I already planned this out and I thought about it.â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âI donât want to make this hard on you.â
He looked up at you then, his eyes sharp, questioning.
âWhat are you saying?â he asked, his voice low.
You took another breath, already feeling the tears welling up behind your eyes. âIâve been thinking about it. Calmly. AndâŠhonestly.⊠Iâve decided Iâm going to get an abortion.â
His blueâgreen eyes widened slightly, and for the first time since youâd told him, you saw a flicker of something raw, something close to fear in his expression.
âAn abortion?â he repeated, his voice sounding hollow.
âYeah, I am.â you nodded, trying to stay composed. âI donât think weâre ready for this, Toji. I donât want to complicate your life any more than it needs to be. With your family being rough and everything, I justâŠI donât want this to add to your life. And I donât want it to be harder on us, I mean weâre in college with nothing.â
He was quiet for a long moment, but the tension in his body was palpable. He was thinking, processing, trying to make sense of everything. When he finally spoke again, his voice was firm, but there was something broken underneath it.
âAre you⊠doing this for me?â he asked, his jaw clenched. âBecause if you are, donât.â
You blinked, startled by the sudden force in his words. âToji, listen⊠Iâm just trying to make it easier for youââ
âNo, no.â he interrupted, shaking his head. âDonât make that decision because of me. If you donât want this, fine. But donât do it because you think I canât handle it.â
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding as the conversation turned heavier than you had anticipated. Toji had never been the type to be openly vulnerable, but there was something in his eyes now, something deeper than shock. It was fear. Not of the pregnancy itself, but of you taking that choice away from him.
âIâm not. I promise, IâmâŠâ you said quietly, your voice trembling. âItâs not just about you, Toji. Itâs about me too. Weâre not ready for thisââ
âAnd what if we are?â he cut you off again, his voice strained. âWhat if we could be?â
You shook your head, tears finally slipping from your eyes. âItâs too much. Weâre not even finished with school. I donât want to mess up your life.â
Toji reached out, his hand gripping your arm, not hard, but firm enough to make you stop. âYou think this would mess up my life?â he asked, his eyes searching for yours. âWhat about yours?â
The question hit you hard. You had been so focused on how Toji would react, on how this would change his future, that you hadnât fully considered what this meant for you. It wasnât just his life that would changeâit was yours too. And the truth was, you were terrified of that change.
âI donât know what to do.â you whispered, finally letting the fear show in your voice.
Tojiâs expression softened, and for the first time since the conversation started, he pulled you into his arms. His grip was strong, steady, like he was trying to anchor you in the chaos of your own emotions.
âWe donât have to decide everything right now, doll.â he said softly, his voice close to your ear. âBut donât do this just because you think itâs the right thing for me.â
You closed your eyes, resting your head against his chest, letting the weight of his words sink in. You didnât know what the future held, or what the right decision was. All you knew was that, for the first time in a long while, you werenât facing this alone.
IT WAS A FEW WEEKS LATER. Zenin Toji sat in the crowded cafeteria, only half-aware of the conversation around him. The buzz of his classmates discussing internships, upcoming exams, and their futures faded into the background as he absentmindedly poked at his food.Â
His thoughts were elsewhere, drifting between the monotony of the day and the feeling that something wasnât quite right. It had been a few days since he last saw you, but with finals and the usual chaos of student life, it wasnât unusual. He figured you were busy, like everyone else.
But then a group of your friends approached. Their faces were drawn with concern, their eyes darting nervously around the room as they stopped in front of him. Toji barely registered their presence at first, his mind still elsewhere, until one of them spoke up.
âToji, hey.â her voice was soft but edged with worry. âHave you seen her?â
He frowned, snapping back to the present. âWhat are you talking about? Who?â
âHer. You knowâŠâ she repeated, her words hitting a little harder this time. âYour girlfriend. Sheâs not in her dorm, and we havenât seen her around campus. She dropped out, Toji. The professors said she withdrew from all her classes.â
The fork in his hand froze mid-air, his breath hitching as the words landed with a gut-wrenching thud. Dropped out? You? No. That couldnât be right. You hadnât mentioned anything about dropping out or even considering it. The last time you spoke, everything seemed normalâat least as normal as it had been lately. But this? It didnât make sense. It wasnât like you to just disappear, especially not without saying anything to him.
Tojiâs chest tightened, panic swelling beneath the surface, though he tried to mask it with his usual composed demeanor. âWhat?â he asked, his voice sharper than intended, laced with disbelief. âWhat do you mean she dropped out?â
âI donât know..â one of your friends replied, her own uncertainty mirroring his. âSheâs just⊠gone. We checked everywhereâher dorm, the library, even the places she liked to hang out. Sheâs not answering her phone. And when we talked to the professors, they confirmed it. She withdrew from all her classes yesterday.â
His heart pounded in his chest, a sinking feeling spreading through him. Gone. The word echoed in his mind, heavy and suffocating. None of this made any sense. He thought back to the last few times you were together, searching for any clue, any sign that you were planning something like this. But nothing stood out. You had been a little distant lately, maybe, but you always brushed it off as stress from school.
The thought of you leaving without saying a word, of just vanishing from his life like that, was like a punch to the gut. Toji wasnât used to feeling powerless, but right now, thatâs exactly what he felt. He had no control, no idea what was going on, and the uncertainty of it all gnawed at him like a vicious storm.
âDid she⊠did she say anything to any of you?â he asked, his voice rougher now, desperate for some kind of explanation. âAnything about why sheâd do this?â
Your friends exchanged uncertain glances, but none of them had answers. One of them finally spoke, shaking her head. âNo, she didnât say anything. Sheâs been quiet lately, but we didnât think she was planning to leave like this.â
Quiet. Distant. It all started to add up, piece by piece. You had been pulling away, hadnât you? It was subtle, barely noticeable at first, but now, in hindsight, it seemed so clear. Tojiâs mind raced with possibilitiesâwas this about the pregnancy?Â
Did you feel like you couldnât tell him? Did you think he wouldnât want this? His stomach twisted at the thought. He wasnât the best at dealing with emotions, but if you had come to him, if you had just told him⊠he wouldâve figured it out with you.
He pushed away from the table, standing up abruptly, his heart racing. âIâm going to find her.â
âTojiââ one of your friends began, but he was already moving, his mind set. He had to find you, had to understand what had driven you to this decision. Whatever was going on, he needed answersâneeded to hear it from you.
Because the idea of losing you, of you walking out of his life without even a word, was something he wasnât prepared to face.
Without a second thought, Toji pushed his chair back, standing up abruptly. His classmates glanced at him, startled, but he barely registered their reactions. His phone was already in his hand, and he started dialing your number as he made his way out of the cafeteria, his steps quick and purposeful.
The ringing on the other end felt like it lasted forever. His heart pounded harder with each unanswered ring, his mind racing with questions. Why hadnât you told him? Why had you left?
Finally, you picked up.
âToji.â you said quietly, your voice strained, almost like you had been expecting this call but had dreaded answering it.
âWhere the hell are you?â he asked, trying and failing to keep the frustration and panic out of his voice. âYour friends came up to me. They said you dropped out. Whatâs going on?â
There was a pause, a heavy silence on the other end, before you finally answered.
âI left.â you said softly.
âWhat do you mean you left?â His voice was sharper now, disbelief and anger mixing together. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI couldnât.â you replied, your tone distant, guarded.
âCouldnât?â Toji repeated, his frustration growing. âYou just decided to leave without saying anything? Thatâs it? Thatâs your explanation?â
You were quiet for a moment, and Toji could hear the sound of your breathing on the other end. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way toward your dorm, his pace quickening. He could feel it, somethingâs not right. And he didnât like it. He didnât like this.
âI just⊠I canât do this anymore, Toji.â you finally said, your voice cracking, though you were trying hard to keep it steady.
His chest tightened at your words. âWhat are you talking about? Canât do what? Weâre supposed to figure this out together!â
âI donât want to make things harder for you.â you said, your voice soft and strained. âI donât want you to feel trapped.â
Toji stopped in his tracks, standing just outside your dorm. His hand was already on the door, but he couldnât bring himself to knock. âTrapped?â His voice was low now, disbelief coating every word. âYou think I feel trapped?â
âYou deserve more than this, Toji.â you said, your tone hollow. âMore than me. I canât keep doing this to you.â
âTo me?â His voice grew louder again, anger mixing with the hurt that was now undeniable. âYou think leaving without a word, without even trying to talk to me about it, is making things easier? You think this is what I want?â
Another silence stretched between you, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
âI canât do it anymore, Toji.â you repeated, your voice more final this time. âI canât do⊠us.â
Tojiâs hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white as he leaned his head against the door, trying to hold back the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never been good with feelings, never been good at expressing what was going on inside his head, but thisâthis was different. This was you.
âWhy?â he asked, his voice raw, the hurt finally slipping through the cracks in his defenses. âTell me why. I thought we were in this together.â
Your breath hitched on the other end of the line, and Toji knew you were trying to hold back tears. âIâm sorry.â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âBut I have to do this. Iâm breaking up with you, Toji.â
His stomach dropped. He had heard the words, but they didnât feel real. Not yet. Not when you were still on the other end of the line, not when he was standing outside your door.
âDonât do this, doll.â he said, his voice low and pleading now. âWe can figure it out. Whatever it is, we can fix it. You donât have to run.â
But you didnât answer. The silence on the other end grew heavier, suffocating, until it became clear what you were doing.
âYouâre really doing this?â Toji asked, his voice thick with disbelief. âYouâre just leaving?â
âIâm sorry, Toji.â you whispered again, and then the line went dead.
He stood there, the phone still pressed against his ear, the empty dial tone ringing in his mind. You were gone. You had left, just like that. The weight of it all hit him at onceâthe pregnancy, the future you both had avoided talking about, the life that had suddenly unraveled in a single moment.
For the first time in a long while, Zenin Toji felt lost.
HE BLINKED AND IT WAS THE FUTURE. Years had passed since that fateful conversation, and life had unfolded in unexpected ways for Zenin Toji. He had poured himself into his work, rising through the ranks to become a top engineer at his company. His days were filled with projects and deadlines, and while the ache of the past lingered in the back of his mind, he had learned to compartmentalize it.
He was dating someone new now, a woman who brought laughter and light into his life. They shared quiet dinners, spontaneous weekend trips, and plans for a future that felt bright and hopeful. Toji had learned to enjoy the moments, to savor the present without the weight of what could have been pulling him down.
But one afternoon, as he was wrapping up a meeting, his phone rang. The name on the screen made his stomach drop: it was one of your old friends.
He answered, his tone casual. âHey, whatâs up?â
The silence on the other end was heavy, laden with a gravity that sent a chill down his spine. âToji⊠I need to talk to you. Itâs about uhâŠ.her.â
The way she said your name made his heart race, an instinctual dread creeping in. âWhat about her?â he asked, his voice tightening. It has been years. Years since heâs heard your name. Years since that feeling of the sea wallowed its way into his heart. You. The very thought of you was spring, endless spring. âWhat happened?â
Another pause. âShe⊠she passed away.â
The words hit him like a physical blow, knocking the breath from his lungs. âWhat?â he managed to stammer, disbelief flooding his mind. âWhat do you mean, passed away?â
âShe had an accident. It was sudden. Iâm so sorry, Toji.â
He felt the world tilt on its axis, the room around him blurring as the shock set in. âNo, no, that canât be right.â he said, shaking his head as if the motion could change the reality. âWhen? How?â
âWe donât have all the details about it yet.â she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. âBut I thought you should know. She had some friends over⊠and then it happened, after they all left. Thereâs suspicion that it was an accidental drug overdose, medication. Um, but weâre not sure if thatâs true. BecauseâŠsheâd tell us, if she was sick.â
The words began to sink in, but they felt surreal, detached from reality. How could this be happening? You had once been a part of his life, and now⊠now you were gone. The memories surged backâyour laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about music, the softness in your voice when you told him you were leaving.
âI⊠I need to go.â he said, his voice shaking. âI need to be there.â
âAre you okay?â she asked, concern echoing in her tone. âToji, breathe.â
But Toji couldnât respond. He ended the call, the weight of what he had just heard pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He stared at the wall, his thoughts racing, heart pounding. Everything he had built, the life he had created, suddenly felt meaningless in the face of this loss. All shattered. Both the past, the present and future â all at once, dying.
He stood up, feeling unsteady, as if the ground beneath him had vanished. The world outside his office window looked the same, but everything felt differentâbleak, muted, and empty.
Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket and left the office, his mind a whirlpool of memories and emotions. He could hardly focus on the road as he drove, the city blurring past him. All he could think about was youâwhat you had meant to him, the moments they shared, the unfinished conversations that hung in the air.
When he finally arrived at the location your friend sent, everything about the scene was somber, filled with familiar faces that had once been part of your life. He made his way through the gathering, his heart heavy in his chest. He saw your friends, their faces drawn with grief, and the realization hit him like a wave: you were really gone.
Zenin Toji found a quiet corner, his back pressed against a wall, as the reality settled in. The laughter and joy he had learned to embrace felt like a betrayal now. You should have been here, sharing these moments, navigating life together, just as you once had.
As he stood there, memories flooded backâmoments of joy, of connection, of love. And in that instant, he understood that he would always carry a part of you with him, a lingering ache that would never truly fade.
The world moved on around him, but Toji felt frozen in place, grappling with the loss of someone who had shaped him in ways he had never acknowledged until now. And in that moment, he knew that no matter how much time passed, he would never forget you.
Toji stood at the edge of the gathering, the atmosphere heavy with sorrow and disbelief. The small chapel was filled with familiar faces, all of them grieving the loss of you, and he felt an ache deep in his chest as he took in the scene. Your family stood near the front, your mother clutching a bouquet of flowers, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Your father stood beside her, a stoic figure trying to hold it all together.
As the service progressed, Tojiâs gaze wandered, and he noticed a young boy standing close to your mother. The child couldnât have been more than five or six, his small frame almost dwarfed by the adults around him. He had dark tousled hair and bright, green â blue eyes echoing with curiosity that seemed to scan the room, searching for somethingâor someone.
Tojiâs heart dropped as he took a closer look. The boy had a striking resemblance to him. It was subtle but unmistakableâthe shape of his face, the curve of his lips, and the way he tilted his head when he looked around. The realization hit him hard, like a punch to the gut.
Just then, the boy moved toward your casket, his tiny hands reaching out to touch the smooth wood. As though he wanted to stroke your face with the warmth of a thousand suns. Toji felt a surge of instinct, wanting to protect the child from this pain, but before he could react, a white-haired man stepped in. With an air of calm authority, he gently scooped the boy into his arms, pulling him away from the somber sight.
Tojiâs breath caught in his throat as he recognized the manâGojo Satoru, a familiar figure from your past. He was your friend in college too. Protege, in the science department. He was a chief mourner today. The very presence of him felt like a ghost, both comforting and painful. He had always known Gojo Satoru to be a charismatic enigma, with his goofy smile and unserious eyes. But now his demeanor was serious, focused on the child in his arms.
âHey, little guy.â Gojo said softly, kneeling down to the boy's level, his voice a soothing balm against the surrounding grief. âLetâs give her some space, okay?â
The boy looked up at Gojo, confusion etched on his young face. âBut I want to say goodbye to my mama.â he said, his voice small and tremulous.
Toji felt his heart clench. Who was this child? Why did he look so much like him? Was he really�
âLetâs remember her in a different way.â Gojo suggested gently, still holding the boy close. âWe can share stories about how amazing she was, okay?â
The child seemed to consider this, his brows furrowing in thought. Toji felt an urge to move closer, to find out everything he could about this boy, but he was rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away.
As Gojo began to lead the boy away from the casket, the child turned back one last time, his wide eyes filled with innocence and sorrow. âI miss her already. I miss my mama already.â he whispered, and Tojiâs heart shattered at the sound of those words.
He watched as Gojo knelt down again, whispering something in the boyâs ear. Whatever it was, it made the childâs face light up with a fleeting smile, and for a moment, Toji felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this boy could carry on a part of youâyour spirit, your laughter, your love.
But the reality of the situation crashed over him once more. You were gone, and this child, whom he instinctively felt a connection to, was a reminder of everything that had been lost.
Toji took a step forward, the urge to reach out to the boy overwhelming him. He had to know. âExcuse me.â he said, his voice cutting through the murmur of the gathering, his eyes locked on Gojo and the boy. âWho is he?â
Gojo looked up, surprise flickering in his gaze before a knowing look settled in. âThis is your son, Toji,â he said gently. âHeâs her child. Your child.â
The words hung in the air like a weight, and Toji felt the ground shift beneath him. He had a son? The realization was like a tidal wave crashing over him, overwhelming and disorienting. All the moments he had missed, the life he hadnât known he hadâeverything rushed to the surface, leaving him gasping for breath.
âI didnât knowâŠ.IâŠ.â he murmured, the words barely escaping his lips. âI didnât know I had a sonâŠâ
Gojo nodded, his expression softening. âShe wanted to tell you, but things got complicated. She loved you, Toji. She always did.â
The ache in Tojiâs chest deepened, a mixture of regret and longing flooding through him. He wanted to reach out to the boy, to embrace him and promise to be there, to make up for all the lost time. But he felt frozen, unsure of how to bridge this sudden chasm between them.
The boy turned to look at him, his innocent eyes searching, and in that moment, Toji knew he couldnât turn away. He took a step forward, his heart pounding, ready to face the truth of his past and embrace the future, whatever it might hold.
Toji took a deep breath, his mind racing as he processed the weight of everything Gojo had just revealed. âWho are you, exactly? To her.â he asked, his voice steadier than he felt. âWhy are you here with him?â
Gojo regarded him with a measured gaze, a mix of understanding and sympathy etched across his features. âIâm Satoru Gojo, her ex.â he began, his tone calm yet heavy with unspoken history. âWe had our time together, but she broke up with me to focus on raising himâMegumi.â He paused, his expression shifting slightly, as if weighing his next words. âBut⊠I helped out when she started to suffer from her illness. WeâŠwe also worked together.â
The revelation hit Toji like a punch to the gut. It was hard to hear that you had suffered, and he couldnât fathom how you had faced such a struggle. You have always been so vibrant, so full of life. The image of you laughing by the sea, dreaming about the future, felt so far removed from the harsh reality of illness. How could this happen? How could you be dead? The thought churned in his stomach, leaving him feeling hollow and lost.
He felt a wave of panic and disbelief. You had been taken away from your son. From Toji. It was like that againâjust when he had thought he was on the cusp of something beautiful and real, everything crumbled. You had left him once more, not by choice this time, but by fateâs cruel hand.
âWhy didnât I know?â Tojiâs voice was barely a whisper, laced with frustration and sorrow. âWhy didnât anyone tell me?â
Gojoâs eyes softened with empathy. âShe wanted to protect you, Toji. You had a life too. She thought that by keeping her distance, she could spare you the pain. She didnât want you to feel trapped by her son and her illness. It was incurable, all there could be was maintenance. SoâŠshe thought it would be better to leave before the damage was done.â
Trapped. The word stung. He had always wanted to be there for you, to share the burdens and the joys. âBut I would have wanted to be a part of it, for bitter or worse.â he replied, his voice trembling. âI could have helped. I could have been there for both of you.â
Gojo nodded, understanding the turmoil in Tojiâs heart. âShe knew that, but she was scaredâscared of what her illness would do to you and to Megumi. She wanted to give him a chance at a life free from that burden. It was a hard choice, but she thought it was the right one.â
The realization crashed over Toji like a wave. You had made that decision alone, believing it was the best thing for your son. And now, that choice has cost you your life. Anguish twisted inside him, and he felt a growing anger not towards you, but towards the circumstances that had taken you away.
How could it be fair? How could the universe allow such a beautiful spirit to slip away while leaving behind a child who would now grow up without knowing his mother?
Toji felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs. The name hit him like a jolt, reverberating through him in a way he hadnât anticipated. âMegumi.â he repeated softly, the sound wrapping around his heart like a lifeline.Â
It was the name you had once discussed with such warmth and hope while watching the waves crash against the shore, dreaming of what could be if you ever started a family together. The memory came flooding backâthe laughter, the carefree joy of that day, and the vivid images of a future that felt so tangible then.
âYeah, she loved that name.â Toji murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âI did too.â
He struggled to hold back tears, remembering how your eyes sparkled when you spoke about having a family, the way you imagined little Megumi running along the beach, chasing after waves with unabashed joy. That dream had felt so real, and now it felt like a cruel joke, a glimpse of what might have been.
Gojo nodded, his gaze steady. âShe was a great mom, Toji. Megumi was her whole world. She did everything she could to raise him right, even when things got tough.â
The weight of those words settled heavily on Tojiâs heart. âWhat happened to her?â he asked, his voice trembling. He needed to know; he had to understand how it had come to this.
âHeart disease.â Gojo replied, a shadow of sadness crossing his face. âGiving birth to Megumi made it worse, but sheâŠshe thinks Megumi was the best thing in her life. Her treasure in the sea, she calls him.â
Gojoâs words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them settling deep in Tojiâs chest. He could feel the slow, painful collapse of his heart as the reality of the situation set in. The woman he once cared for, the mother of his son, had been struggling in silence all this time, carrying the burden of her illness alone while he lived his life, unaware. The thought gnawed at him, twisting the guilt deeper into his soul.
âShe never regretted it,â Gojo continued, his voice steady but soft. âShe said you had a good life. And she did too, despite everything. She wanted to make sure Megumi had the best, and she gave him all the love she could.â
Toji clenched his jaw, fighting against the flood of emotions surging inside him. Anger, sorrow, regretâit all mixed together into a tight knot in his chest. He felt sick with it, sick with the thought that while he was out there, living his life without a care, she had been suffering. And she hadnât reached out to him. Hadnât told him how bad things were. Sheâd shouldered it all on her own.
âBut why didnât she reach out to me?â Tojiâs voice trembled, his words barely above a whisper. He needed to know. He needed to understand why sheâd kept him in the dark. âI couldâve helped⊠I wouldâve done something. Anything.â
Gojoâs gaze softened, sympathy shining in his eyes. âShe didnât want to burden you. Thatâs what she always said. You had your own life, your own path. She didnât want you to feel tied down by everything she was going through.â
Tojiâs hands clenched into fists at his sides, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. He wanted to scream, to curse the universe for being so cruel. How could she have thought he wouldnât want to help? How could she have carried that weight alone?
Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression solemn. âShe never saw it as a sacrifice, Toji. In her eyes, you both lived your lives as you were meant to. She loved Megumi with everything she had, and she believed she made the right choice by not involving you. It was her way of protecting you, even if it meant doing it on her own.â
âTo protect me?â Toji muttered bitterly, his chest tightening even more. The thought of her enduring so much pain while thinking she was doing it for his sake felt unbearable. âBut it wasnât just about me. I had a right to know⊠Megumiâs my son, too. I shouldâve been there for him. For her.â
âI know,â Gojo said quietly, his tone gentle but firm. âBut in her mind, this was the best way. She wanted you to live your life freely. No regrets, no guilt. And in the end, she did what she thought was best for Megumi.â
Tojiâs heart ached at those words. The image of her, alone with Megumi, doing her best to raise him while struggling with an illness that had only worsened over the yearsâit was too much to bear. He couldnât shake the feeling of helplessness that clung to him, the overwhelming regret of not knowing, not being there when they needed him most.
âShe called him her treasure in the sea,â Gojo added softly. âHe was her everything.â
Toji swallowed hard, his throat tight. âAnd now what?â he asked, his voice strained. âWhat happens to Megumi now?â
Gojoâs gaze was steady, full of understanding. âNow, itâs your turn, Toji. Megumi needs you. You might not have been there before, but you can be there now.â
The gravity of Gojoâs words hit him like a tidal wave. Megumi was his responsibility now. His son. And no matter how much he regretted the past, he couldnât change it. All he could do was move forward and be the father Megumi needed.
Tojiâs heart felt heavy, but amidst the pain and regret, a flicker of resolve began to grow. He couldnât undo what had happened, but he wouldnât let his son down. Not again.
âIâll be there for him. IâŠ.I will be there, just like she was.â Toji whispered, more to himself than to Gojo. âI wonât let him go through this alone.â
Gojo nodded, his expression softening. âThatâs all she ever wanted.â
âMegumiâŠ.IâŠ.â Toji whispered, a smile breaking through the haze of grief. âI never knewâŠâ His voice trailed off, choked with emotion.
Gojo watched him intently, gauging his reaction. âYou can get to know him, Toji. You can be part of his life if you want. He deserves to know his father.â
Toji felt a rush of determination mixed with fear. âI want to be there for him. I want to be part of his life,â he said, his voice firm. âBut how do I do that? How do I even begin?â
Gojo stepped back, giving Toji space while still keeping Megumi close. âYou take it one step at a time. Start by introducing yourself. He needs to see that you care.â
Toji looked at Megumi, who was now watching him with wide, innocent eyes, curiosity mixing with uncertainty. It felt surreal, being in this momentâa chance to connect with the child he never knew existed.
âHey, Megumi.â he said softly, kneeling down to the boyâs level. âIâm Toji. Iâm your⊠father.â
The boyâs gaze flickered between Gojo and Toji, processing the words. âFather?â he echoed, his voice small and hesitant.
âYeah.â Toji said, his heart racing. âI didnât know about you until today, but I promise I want to be here for you. I want to know you.â
Megumiâs expression shifted, uncertainty still lingering, but there was a flicker of something elseâhope? Curiosity? Toji couldnât tell, but he felt compelled to keep talking. âYour mom and I talked about you once, you know. We dreamed about what it would be like to have a family. We even picked your name together.â
At the mention of your name, Megumiâs eyes brightened a little. âMom loved me?â he asked, his voice small but filled with longing.
Toji nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. âMore than anything. She thought you were the most special person in the world.â
Gojo watched the exchange, a subtle smile of encouragement on his face, and for the first time, Toji felt a sense of connection to this boy. A connection that reached beyond the pain and the past, into a future that was now possible.
âCan we talk about her?â Megumi asked, his small voice filled with the innocence of a child who wanted to keep your memory alive.
âOf course.â Toji replied, his heart swelling with affection. âWe can talk about her all day. She was amazing, Megumi. And I want to share all the stories with you.â
As they stood there, the weight of loss began to shift, creating space for something newâa tentative bond that could grow into something meaningful. Toji knew it would take time, but he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him.
âIâm here now.â Toji said, looking deep into Megumiâs eyes. âAnd Iâm not going anywhere.â
EVERYTHING HAD BEEN A WHIRLWIND. Fushiguro Tojiâs life changed in ways he never anticipated. The news of your passing was like a shockwave, reshaping his world overnight. He left his family. He broke up with his girlfriend. He changed his last name to match yours and Megumi, after he had asked your parents. He needed to focus on raising Megumi. Like you would have wanted. Like it should have been.Â
Taking on the responsibility of being Megumiâs father was daunting. Every day brought new challenges and revelations. Toji found himself learning how to care for a child, adjusting to late-night feedings and school projects, and discovering the joy of small victoriesâlike Megumiâs laughter during playtime or the pride in his eyes when he accomplished something new.Â
Yet, amid the routine of parenting, there was a void that lingered deep within him. He wasnât over you. He never had been. Memories of you flooded his mindâyour laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about the future, the dreams you had shared together. It felt like a cruel twist of fate that he now held the title of father while grappling with the reality that you were gone.
Every time he looked at Megumi, he saw pieces of youâthe way he scrunched his nose when he concentrated, the softness of his smile, and the kindness in his heart. Toji often found himself reminiscing about those conversations you had on the beach, envisioning the life you had both dreamed of. It hurt to think of the family that could have been, the moments that would never materialize.
Despite the pain, he pushed forward. For Megumiâs sake, he channeled his grief into being the best father he could be. He read parenting books, reached out for advice, and did his best to create a stable home filled with warmth and love. He wanted Megumi to feel secure, to know that he was cherished and valued.Â
But as the days turned into weeks and then months, the ache of your absence remained a constant companion. Toji would often catch himself staring out at the ocean, remembering the life you envisioned together, and it struck him anew how unfair it all felt. You had left too soon, and now he was left to navigate the complexities of fatherhood alone, always carrying a piece of your heart with him.
The sea stretched out before them, the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore filling the air with a soothing melody. Toji stood at the edge of the water, the salty breeze brushing through his hair as he watched Megumi run ahead, his small figure framed against the vast expanse of the ocean. The boyâs quiet demeanor softened in the presence of the sea, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he bent down to pick up a shell, the sunlight catching in his dark hair.
Tojiâs heart tightened as he watched him, an unexpected flood of emotions surging through him. This was your placeâthe sea. You had always talked about how peaceful it made you feel, how the endless horizon made everything seem possible. He remembered the times youâd come here together, how youâd sit by the water, your laughter carried away by the wind. And now, here he was, with your sonâhis sonâstanding in the same place you had once loved.
He raised the camera in his hands, snapping a picture of Megumi as the boy turned toward him, holding up the shell in his hand as if to show it to him. Toji couldnât help but smile, his heart swelling with a warmth he hadnât felt in a long time. There was something about Megumi in this moment, something in his quiet curiosity, the way his eyes softened as he gazed at the sea, that reminded him so much of you.
It hit him like a waveâhow much of you lived in Megumi. Not just in his looks, but in his spirit. The calm, quiet strength, the way he approached the world with a sense of wonder, but always with his guard up. You had given Megumi more than just life; you had given him a piece of your heart, a piece of the love you had carried for both of them.
Toji took another picture, capturing the way the light danced across Megumiâs face, the way the sea reflected in his eyes. And for a moment, he could see youâstanding there beside him, your laughter mingling with the sound of the waves, your hand resting gently on his shoulder.
He lowered the camera, his gaze softening as he watched Megumi return to the waterâs edge. He was beginning to understand now, the words you had left behind, the meaning of what you had called Megumiâyour treasure in the sea. It wasnât just about the boy himself, but what he represented. The love you had for him, the love you had for Toji, even if life had taken you down separate paths.
Megumi was that love. He was the bridge between you and Toji, the one thing that connected them both, even after you were gone.
Toji closed his eyes, taking in the sound of the sea, letting it wash over him. For so long, he had been angry, filled with regret for not being there when you needed him most. But now, standing here with Megumi, he realized that you hadnât left him behind. You had left him something more precious than anything elseâthe love you shared, alive in your son.
As Megumi looked back at him, the shell still in his hand, Toji smiled. He walked toward him, crouching down to meet the boyâs gaze.
âYou know,â Toji said, his voice soft, âyour mom used to say you were her treasure in the sea.â
Megumi blinked, tilting his head slightly. âWhat does that mean?â
Toji reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Megumiâs face. âIt means she loved you more than anything. She saw something special in you, something worth holding onto. And she was right.â
Megumi looked down at the shell in his hand, turning it over thoughtfully. âDo you miss her?â
Tojiâs chest tightened, the familiar ache of loss rising to the surface. But for the first time in a long while, it didnât feel so overwhelming. He glanced back at the sea, the horizon stretching out endlessly, just like the love that still connected them.
âYeah,â Toji admitted, his voice thick with emotion. âI do. But you know what? I see her in you. Every day.â
Megumiâs eyes widened slightly, and he gave a small nod, as if trying to absorb the weight of his fatherâs words. They stood there in silence for a moment, the gentle sound of the waves filling the space between them. Toji pulled out the camera once more, capturing one last pictureâMegumi standing at the shore, his small frame against the endless sea, the shell still clutched in his hand.
At that moment, Toji understood. Megumi was not just your treasure; he was your treasure. The love that both of you had poured into him, the love that endured, even when everything else had changed.
And now, standing beside his son, Fushiguro Toji felt something he hadnât felt in a long time.
The peace only you could give him.
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