#I wrote this while at work in between breaks (and days because ✨procasination✨ lmao)

[mrsoharaa]

Fighting against Suguru in the midst of battle with a knife perched at the skin of his throat, right against his carotid artery, with shaky hands and a glare of hesitation. Your heart battering frantically, blood rushing through your pumping veins — your mind a rambled mess. All you can see are nostalgic flashbacks of you and him, and a few of you, him, Shoko and Gojo all hanging out with one another. Having a great time at arcades, beaches and just simply a night out on the lively city.

Your brows furrow more tightly together, your fingers clamping more sturdier amongst the knifes handle, your own breathing becoming more ragged and heavy. Your chest beginning to hurt.

One particular flashback kept your hesitation at bay, holding you back from pressing the sharpen blade deep into the starring, motionless man pinned beneath you (which, in all honesty - he could easily switch places or remove himself in this particular position so effortlessly if he wanted too). Your teeth purses deep into your bottom lip, dilated pupils narrowed down at the lulling irises of calm violet.

The sound of rain continued to dance amongst the rooftops of your apartment and the glass of your living room window. With candles half lit throughout your dimly lit home, naked bodies comfortably nestled up against each other and the cozy fireplace flickering before the two of you — you could all but hum pleasantly against the comfort of his bare, solid chest and the pure enthrallment and tranquility of his embrace. Your fingers tracing light shapes along his glistening flesh, lifting and resting your chin upon his perfect chest with such care and gentleness, sighing inaudibly, endearingly at the soft caress of his long fingers slowly, tenderly tracing up and down along the arch of your spine.

"You know you didn't have to do this Suguru" your voice softly coos, a placid smile gracing his features as he gradually gazes down at you, holding you ever so closely against his radiating warmth. his fingers continuing their gentle strokes along your back. He leans down to the top of your mangled hair, planting a pliable kiss.

"You deserve this angel...I would do anything for you" he softly hums against your hair, welcoming the inviting scent of your shampoo and the lingering odor of your faint perfume still stuck against your skin.

"Ughhh, Suguru! you're literally so perfect stop spoiling me!" you wail with giddy and playfulness, eliciting a soft chuckle from the dark haired man holding you, welcoming your sudden motion of climbing and attacking all over him once again. His large hands resting on the curves of your hips, holding you upon his waist, eyes quickly reconnecting with each others. A glimmer of sheer adoration and endearment crooning in both of your stares, the adjoined noises of the crackling flames from the comforting fireplace and the pattering rain pouring down from outside wooing you both into a deeper trance of sublime and deep foundment for one another.

Your slim fingers finding refuge through the silky strands of onyx sprawled out beautifully along the blanket - pillow covered floor. His own still latched onto your delicate, supple flesh.

Your fingers trail back to the softness of his radiant face, tracing the strong features of his cheekbones and jawline with subtle grazes. The touch of your fingertips brushing along his skin making his heartbeat accelerate, soaking in the gentle caress and tender you were basking him in. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm, eyes still locked onto yours.

"I love you sweetheart, always will"

The hold on the handle of your blade begins to falter, your body starting to tremble as your lip quivered from the haunting, warm memory deeply embedded into your messy head. The blade of the knife inches closer against his flawless skin, barely making a nick against the sensitive flesh.

Suguru only stares at you blankly, all while holding a twisted grin against his cheeks. His protracted digits suavely, sneakily finding the familiar comfort of your legs, holding you down against him. He doesn't move an inch after commencing such a bold move.

"Lost in thought are we angel?" the sound of his rasp voice pulls you out of your head, shaking out of your fuzzy, clouded memories and focus more intently down at the renounced criminal laid out beneath you. Your fingers find a firmer grip amongst the handle, keeping your stance steady. Your brows knitting tightly together. the churn of his demented grin only growing that much wider, your bodies swiftly, abruptly switching places.

With your back now firmly plant against the cold ground and the knife that once was held against his throat, found the thumping plush of skin amongst your jugular. With his left hand sturdily holding your arm that held the blade, you could only hitch back a breath and dumbfoundly gawk up at the sickenly amused man hovering above you. Little loose strands of perfect raven gently pooling over his broaden shoulders, gently brushing along the supple skin of your face.

"That's dangerous to do in the middle of battle you know, sweetness" he tilts his head ever so slightly to the left, lidded eyes of complete focus and soft malice intently studying all over you. His long fingers carefully skim against your soften flesh, slowly mingling in between your own digits with sly advances.

"One wrong move and that'll be it angel...haven't I taught you better then this?"