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kinzhae · 4 months ago

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He Only Dated You For Your Sister (Part 2)

Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 1

It's been over 5 years ever since you broke up with gojo, you moved to Europe in order to distract yourself from his presence. You were in Russia for 5 years located in Moscow, living your life however you wanted, made new friends and usually at the bars.

You downloaded dating app just to find a perfect man but none of matched your energy like gojo did. Someone were catfishes and some of then only wanted to date for sex, in the end you ended up deleting the app.

Your time in Russia was up now, you had to go back to Japan, to your family. You were ready for everything but everytime the tought of running to gojo was making you feel nervous as hell.

"Just landed Sister, going in the airport now... mhm..." You grabbed your hand luggage that was in the plane with you while talking with your sister. Your were in good terms with her since she scolded gojo and never accepted his feelings, she told you he probably just mixed his feelings towards her and to you and she assured that she never had a thing for gojo.

But this didn't meant you were gonna forgive him just because he was confused. What he did was unforgivable and hurtful to you. You shaked your head slightly, it was not time to think about this now.

You walked silently in the airport while munching on your chocolate bar since you haven't eaten a single shit in the plane. "Y/N!" You turned your head by hearing the familiar voice, you quickly run to her hugging tightly.

Feeling nostalgic as you smelled her welcoming scent in, making you want to cry. Guess you really did miss her. She was still at the same height but looking more older, you couldn't believe how fast these years passed by and your sister was almost close to her 30s while you were still only 24 -she is 3 year older than you.

Suddenly your mind wandered to gojo again, was he still cocky and childish or did he grew up and all mature now? "Are you thinking about him?" Your thoughts got interrupted as she spoke softly while placing your luggage's to the car. You couldn't lie to her so you gave a small nod to confirm her question.

"Just... nervous. I don't want to run to him." You opened the door and sit inside waiting for your sister to do the same. The car was pretty big and the old stickers you put in the car was still there. You traced your fingers on the stupid stickers smiling to yourself like a idiot.

The day passed normally, you guys went home, exchanged hugs with your family and then for the first time in 5 year you had a great home cooked meal with them and talked about your days in Russia.

♤

"The idiot you used date became a womanizer." The brown haired girl spoke as she lit her cigarette. You decided to meet up with shoko today, in a Korean BBQ restaurant. The sky was dark now and there was a cold soft wind embracing your warm face. It felt peaceful.

"I don't care about him anymore." You took out a pack of cigarettes too, shoko was one of your close friends in Japan. Gojo, Geto and shoko were always with you the entire time in your highschool days, you guys were inseparable. She knew all of your secrets, how you dated with gojo, what happened with gojo whenever you two argued. She was like your mentor always giving you clues on what you should do or when to take action.

"When did you start smoking?" She smirked when she saw you take out the cigarette.

"When I moved to Russia, guess I was influenced by my friends from there." You chuckled back at her question. In highschool years you used the barg about how you will never use cigarette when you get older to them but looking at you right now you felt disappointed in yourself.

"Plus I used to work at a bar. Seeing my friends taking a cigarette break made me curios, that's why I started." You explained shortly. It was like a idiot excuse, you cringed to your explanation.

"Hmm, now that you mentioned it wanna go to a bar? I know a good one." She flicked her cigarette and then threw on the floor smiling at me, her eyes were sparkling like 'it's gonna be fun!'

"Yeah, why not? I could use a drink," you replied, shrugging as you finished your cigarette. The thought of unwinding with Shoko seemed like the perfect distraction. You hadn't been to a proper bar in Japan since you left, and going out with someone familiar was comforting.

Shoko led the way to a cozy bar tucked in a quiet corner of the city. The place had a warm, inviting vibe with dim lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. It wasn't overly crowded, which was a relief. The bartender gave Shoko a nod, clearly recognizing her as a regular.

You settled into a booth, ordering drinks and a few snacks to share. The first sip of your cocktail was blissful, easing the tension that had been building since your flight. Shoko leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink in her glass.

"So," she began, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Have you thought about what you'll do if you do run into him?"

You sighed, swirling the ice in your glass. "I don't know. Ignore him? Pretend I don’t know him? Act like it doesn’t bother me?"

Shoko chuckled, her smoky voice filled with amusement. "Good luck with that. Gojo's the type to make himself impossible to ignore."

You groaned, resting your head on the table for a moment. "Don't remind me."

The night carried on with lighthearted conversation and reminiscing about your high school days. It felt nice to laugh again, to remember the good times without being weighed down by the hurt. Shoko kept the drinks coming, and for a while, the thought of Gojo faded into the background.

As the night deepened, Shoko glanced at her phone and smirked. "Oh, this is rich," she muttered.

"What?" you asked, leaning over to peek at her screen.

"Guess who just texted me," she teased, her tone dripping with irony. "He's asking if I'm out tonight and if he can crash the party."

Your heart skipped a beat. "You're joking."

"Dead serious," she said, tilting her phone so you could see the message. It was unmistakably from Gojo, the same cocky tone present even in his texts.

You froze for a moment, unsure of how to feel. "What are you going to say?"

Shoko grinned mischievously. "Depends. Do you want to face him tonight, or should I send him somewhere else?"

Your stomach churned at the thought. Part of you wanted to avoid him forever, but another part—one you'd been trying to bury—wondered what it would be like to see him again after all these years. Would he still be the same? Would he even care?

"I... don't know," you admitted, taking another sip of your drink to steady your nerves.

Shoko studied you for a moment, then shrugged. "Your call. But if you ask me, it might be better to just get it over with. Rip off the Band-Aid."

You frowned, knowing she had a point. "Fine," you said after a long pause. "Tell him to come."

Shoko raised an eyebrow, surprised but impressed. "Atta girl." She quickly typed out a reply and hit send before you could change your mind.

The minutes felt like hours as you waited. You couldn’t stop fidgeting, your mind racing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. What would you say? What would he say? Would it be awkward, or would it feel like no time had passed at all?

When the door to the bar finally opened, you didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. The air seemed to shift, the energy in the room changing as Gojo Satoru walked in. You glanced over your shoulder, and there he was—tall, confident, and as annoyingly good-looking as ever. His silver hair caught the dim light, and his trademark sunglasses perched lazily on his nose.

His gaze landed on you almost instantly, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

"Well, well," he said, his lips curling into that familiar, cocky smirk. "If it isn't her."

He never changed, he just got older but still got the same vibe and the same personality. You knew, he would never. ever. fucking. change. You raised your head at him giving a cold -more like, there we go again. The asshole.- look before shrugging him off. "Yeah, yeah." You only mumbled before taking a cigarette.

Gojo's smirk widened as he slid into the seat across from you, his demeanor as irritatingly confident as ever. He leaned back, stretching out like he owned the place, and glanced at the cigarette in your hand with a hint of amusement.

"Russia did a number on you," he remarked, nodding toward it. "Never thought I'd see the day you'd pick up one of those."

You ignored his comment, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out, eyes fixed on anything but him. He still had that same energy—the kind that demanded attention, that filled the room whether you wanted it to or not. It grated on your nerves just as much now as it did back then.

"People change," you said finally, your tone sharp, cutting. "Unlike you."

His grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand like he was studying you, utterly delighted by your reaction. "Still got that fire, huh? Some things never change."

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a cold look. "And some people never grow up."

His laughter was low and easy, like you’d just told the funniest joke in the world. It made you want to slap the grin off his face. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You wouldn’t let him win.

Shoko, sitting beside you, watched the exchange with mild amusement, her cigarette balanced between her fingers. "Oh boy, this takes me back," she muttered, exhaling smoke and smirking at the both of you. "Some things really do stay the same."

You shot her a glare, but she just shrugged, clearly enjoying the show. Gojo, meanwhile, leaned back again, completely unbothered by your hostility.

"You know," he said after a pause, tilting his head slightly, "I kind of missed this."

You didn’t bother to respond, instead flicking ash into the tray. His presence was already suffocating enough—you weren’t going to let him get under your skin. Not again.

The atmosphere in the bar felt heavier now, his presence dominating the small space despite the hum of other patrons around you. Shoko, ever the neutral party, tried to lighten the mood by calling for another round of drinks. But you could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making it impossible to fully relax.

You took a long drag of your cigarette, the smoke curling around you in the dim light of the bar as you stared at Gojo sitting across from you. He still had that air of confidence, the same cocky smirk, and the same carefree posture—but something was different. Subtle, but there. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly, his eyes didn’t shine as brightly behind those sunglasses, and when he smiled, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You took another tequila shot, the liquid burning as it slid down your throat. It was easier to focus on that than on the memories clawing their way to the surface. Memories of what used to be, and the mess he left behind.

"The bars in Russia were more fun," you said, breaking the silence. "Or maybe it was fun because I was a bartender dealing with drunkards. They were funny and hot-looking, not gonna lie. Should’ve picked one for myself."

Shoko laughed softly, shaking her head as she sipped her drink. "You? Picking a guy for yourself? Sounds like a new era."

You shrugged, ignoring the weight of Gojo’s gaze on you. "And people there loved causing unnecessary trouble. Guns, muscle—hell, I don’t know how I made it out alive. But the adrenaline was something else." You tapped your cigarette on the ashtray and took another drag, letting your words hang in the air. "Oh, and the guys? Handsome. Pretty. Russian boys really are something."

Gojo finally spoke, his tone quieter than usual. "Sounds like you had the time of your life.

You flicked your cigarette, exhaling smoke into the space between you. "Better than here."

That hit harder than you intended, but you didn’t take it back. You glanced at him, expecting his usual smirk, the lighthearted comeback—but it didn’t come. Instead, he stared at his drink, his thumb running along the rim of the glass.

"Russian boys, huh?" he muttered, finally looking up. "Guess they’re not that different from me, then."

You scoffed. "Don’t flatter yourself, Gojo. You don’t even compare."

Shoko stifled a laugh, clearly enjoying the tension, but Gojo didn’t rise to the bait. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as his gaze flickered to the side.

"Guess that’s fair," he said softly, almost to himself.

His tone made you pause, your cigarette hovering midair. There was something in his voice that didn’t match the Gojo you knew—the one who laughed too loudly, who always had a quip ready, who didn’t let anything get under his skin. But now, sitting across from him, you could see it. The cracks in his facade. The wear and tear of the years since you’d left.

You stubbed out your cigarette, feeling the need to get some distance, but Shoko beat you to it. She raised her glass, her eyes darting between the two of you with a knowing smirk. "Well, isn’t this nostalgic? The good old days, huh?"

"Hardly," you muttered, reaching for another shot.

But Gojo didn’t respond. Instead, he stared into his drink, the silence stretching between you like a chasm. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. "You didn’t even say goodbye."

You froze, your glass halfway to your lips. His words hung in the air, heavy and raw, and for the first time, you didn’t have a snarky reply.

"You left," he continued, his fingers tightening around the glass. "And I don’t blame you. I deserved it. But still... you just left."

"You gave me no choice," you said, your voice sharper than you intended. "What was I supposed to do? Stay and watch you fumble your feelings for my sister while pretending we didn’t exist? You made me feel like I was just a placeholder, Gojo. Like I was nothing."

He flinched, the words hitting him like a slap. But he didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was an idiot. I know that now. But losing you... it didn’t feel like nothing."

His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you couldn’t look at him. You reached for your cigarette again, lighting it with unsteady hands.

"Funny way of showing it," you muttered, exhaling smoke. "Sleeping around with anything that moves? Real convincing."

"Do you think it meant anything?" he shot back, his voice rising slightly. "Do you think any of them meant anything? I’ve been trying to fill this... this goddamn hole inside me ever since you left, and nothing works. No one even comes close to you."

The words hit like a freight train, and you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. He looked at you then, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving behind nothing but raw vulnerability.

"And now you’re back," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "And I don’t know what to do with that."

The table fell silent, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air. Shoko quietly finished her drink, giving you a look that said, This is your move. But you weren’t sure what to do, what to say. All you knew was that the Gojo sitting across from you wasn’t the same one you’d left behind. And maybe—just maybe—you weren’t the same person either.

♤

The night blurred into a haze of smoke, laughter, and far too many drinks. You’d stopped keeping track of how many shots you’d taken, the alcohol numbing the sharp edges of your emotions. Shoko, ever the enabler, matched you drink for drink, while Gojo remained quieter than usual, sipping his drink and watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

"Alright," Shoko slurred, leaning heavily on the table. "Think... think we’ve hit our limit." She pointed at you, her cigarette barely balanced between her fingers. "Y/N, you’re not walking out of here alone, no way."

You blinked, the room spinning slightly as you tried to focus on her. "I’m fine," you mumbled, though the wobble in your voice said otherwise.

Gojo stood, grabbing his coat and tossing a few bills on the table to cover the tab. "Yeah, no," he said, his tone firm. "You’re both staying at my place. I’m not letting you stumble home like this."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Shoko was already nodding, her head bobbing like a sleepy puppet. "Good idea," she muttered, her words barely coherent. "You’re paying... anyway, might as well... provide shelter."

Before you could protest, Gojo had his hand on your arm, guiding you out of the bar. His touch was steady, grounding, and despite your better judgment, you let him lead. The cold night air hit you like a wave, sobering you slightly, but not enough to stop the dull ache in your chest.

♤

Gojo’s apartment was exactly as you remembered it: modern, spacious, and annoyingly immaculate. You’d always teased him about how sterile it looked, like a place someone stayed in but never really lived. Now, it felt suffocating.

Shoko stumbled to the couch and collapsed immediately, her soft snores filling the room within minutes. Gojo helped you to the kitchen, offering you a glass of water that you barely touched before setting it down on the counter.

"You should get some sleep," he said, his voice softer now, less guarded. "I’ll take the guest room. You can have my bed."

But you didn’t move. Instead, you leaned against the counter, the weight of the night pressing down on you all at once. The alcohol had done its job numbing you, but now, with the silence of the apartment and the faint hum of the city outside, it all came crashing down.

"I hate you," you said suddenly, your voice trembling.

Gojo froze, his expression unreadable as he turned to look at you. "Y/N—"

"No, let me finish," you interrupted, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as tears welled in your eyes. "I hate you for what you did. For making me feel like I wasn’t enough. For using me to figure out your feelings for my sister." Your voice cracked, and the tears spilled over, unstoppable now. "And then you moved on like it was nothing, sleeping with anyone and everyone while I was trying to rebuild my life—trying to forget you."

He stayed silent, his face pale, his jaw tight. You weren’t sure if he was even breathing.

"But what I hate the most," you continued, your voice breaking completely, "is that even after all of that, I can’t stop caring about you. I hate that you still have this... this hold on me, even after everything."

The weight of your words hung in the air, and you finally let out a sob, covering your face with your hands as the tears came in full force. It was like a dam breaking, years of anger, pain, and regret flooding out all at once. You didn’t even realize Gojo had moved closer until you felt his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. I was a coward. I didn’t know what I wanted, and I hurt you in the worst way. And I’ll never forgive myself for that."

You wanted to push him away, to scream at him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he’d caused you. But instead, you clung to him, your fists gripping his shirt as you cried into his chest. He held you tightly, his hand gently stroking your hair as he let you cry, his own tears silently falling.

Neither of you said anything more. The words had been spoken, the wounds laid bare. For now, it was enough to just hold on and let the storm pass.

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ynnova · 6 months ago

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( FATE THE TOUR. ) ateez x ninth member!f!reader ✶ pre-poly!ateez

──── you decide to try and become a trainee again, but will it actually work out this time?

2016 ୨୧ word count : 2.4k ୨୧ warnings : language, yn is in high school during this, hints of an unsupportive parent, inaccuracies on joining a company (probably) ୨୧ mdni

"hey, y/n, you should check this video out!" your friend, chaeyoung, had called from her desk, waving you over as you walked into the classroom. you gave your friends a smile as you walked over to the three of them, pulling out your chair and sitting down.

"what video?" you ask, looking from chaeyoung to your other two friends, jena and gayeon. all three looked rather excited espeically considering it was first thing in the morning.

"i took this video of one of my classmates at the dance academy, he's really good and even said he was becoming a trainee soon," jena explained as she moved to show you her phone and the video she had.

she played the video and you watched as the boy in the video danced. you could hear people cheering for him as he danced with the song and you felt completely... awestruck (was that it? yeah, something like that) as you watched him dance. you haven't felt this excited by watching someone dance as when you used to watch yuta dance at sm.

there was just something about him that sparked your interest.

"oh~ looks like y/n's got a crush on mr. dancer," you hear gayeon's teasing voice which snaps you out of your thoughts. you can't help but feel a little flustered at her remark, because maybe she wasn't wrong.

"whatever," you say with a huff, not being able to come up with anything else. your friends can't help but let out a few giggles as jena puts her phone away into her bag.

"he said he would be leaving the academy soon because he was becoming a trainee at a company," jena explained, restating the information chaeyoung had given you earlier.

"what company?" you ask.

"hm, he actually didn't say," she said and you nodded your head. you wonder if it was too late for her to find out.

"uh-oh, girls, she's thinking," chaeyoung says, a teasing tone to her voice. you couldn't help side-eye her, a frown on your face as she couldn't help but smile at your reaction.

"what are you thinking, y/nnie?" jena asked, looking at you with curious eyes.

"i don't know... lately i've been thinking about joining a new company and trying again," you said, finally voicing the thought that has been hovering in your mind for the last few weeks now. you missed it, despite how harsh it was, you really did miss it and the dream of being a singer – an idol, it was still there. you still wanted to pursue that dream. "me and my parents were talking the other day on the phone," you begin, earning the three girls' attention. "my dad said that if i don't find a new company or debut within the next two years then i have to go back to japan."

"what? are you serious?" gayeon asked, shock taking over all three of your friends' faces.

"well, i mean that shouldn't be hard right? i mean basically every company in the country is still trying to recruit you. the news of you leaving sm was pretty big online," chaeyoung said.

"yeah and i've been looking at the options too, but i don't know if any of them have felt right. i don't want to join a company that will make me miserable," you tell them and they nod in agreement, somewhat understanding what you are saying. "jena?" you turn to your friend who looks at you with wide eyes, "do you care to ask your friend what company he's going to?"

"of course!" she says with a smile that you return. before the conversation can continue, the bell rings and your teacher walks into the room, silencing any small talk.

it's a few days later when you receive a text from jena with the information you were looking for.

jena 💕 : i asked my dance friend and he said the company was kq! but he mentioned that he wasn't sure if they were taking female trainees since there were only males at his audition...

you : that's alright! thank you jena 💕

upon looking them up, you found out the kq was a small company, block b had signed to them and that was about all they had related to idols. damn. you were thankful to find out that the company had an email, phone, and address all easily accessible. you didn't want to come across as desperate, but... you were desperate.

"y/n-ah, dinner is ready! come down before it gets cold!" one of your housemates call from downstairs. you were thankful to have found a place after leaving sm, you remember the older trainees being worried about what you would do for dorming, but you assured them you would be fine.

well, in reality you weren't that fine, but you were thankfully that joohyun was able to help find you a place. a residence house that had four other girls living in the house aside from you. three of them in college and one other that was in high school who was a year older than you. joohyun was able to find the place thanks to one of the college girls being friends with her.

you hope you'll be able to pay joohyun back for how much she's helped you after you left. she still tries to check in even with her schedule as an idol.

"y/n-ah!"

"i'm coming!" you shout as you stand up from your desk and make your way downstairs to where the four older girls are already sat down.

"what took you so long, y/nnie?" eunbin, one of the college girls, asked. she was probably the one of the most beautiful women you have ever met. she was the definition of the beauty standard, and not only that but she was also smart and caring. you're surprised she didn't also decide to become an idol or actress, she definitely could make it.

"i was doing some research," you begin and you notice how that catches the oldest girl's, jiwon, attention. she was joohyun's friend as well.

"what kind of research?" nana asked, as she ate a mouthful of rice.

"i was thinking about becoming a trainee again," you said, ripping off the band-aid and just getting the news over with. the four older girls all had the same expression that your school friends had. surprised.

"you are? well, that's great to hear! what company are you looking at?" ami asked, a smile on her face as she did so. ami was always the more positive one out of the group of girls.

"its called kq entertainment, they're a small company, but i want to give it a try. there's just something about it, i want to go and meet the ceo and stuff," you tell them.

"wow, our y/nnie is really serious about this," jiwon said with a laugh.

"i have to be, this is my last chance," you tell them as you look down at your food. knowing that if you don't join this company, you might as well just call it quits.

after you ate dinner and helped nana with cleaning up, you went to shower before you found yourself sitting back in front of your company. a blank email open and the email addresses of kq's ceo and some others sitting in the to portion of the email.

you figured emailing them was a long shot, but it couldn't hurt to try. so you wrote the email, looked over it, before sending it.

now you wait.

it was a week later before you got a response email from your first one. you had been sitting in the living room when your phone pinged with a notification, and almost feel off the couch when you seen it was from kq.

you couldn't help the shake in your hands as you read the email. the people from kq telling you that they were happy that you were interested in you joining and wanted to meet in person to discuss things further.

this didn't feel real.

not when you first read the email, not the twentieth time you read the email, not even when you were walking down the street with jiwon to the company building did you believe it. you couldn't help but laugh as jiwon made a comment about how the company was on top of a 7/11 store. not every company can be like sm.

"i'll let you do the talking, i'm just here for support," she says to you as you all climb the stairs up to the company floor. you appreciate her coming with you, you would have asked yuta or joohyun but you didn't want to bother them anymore than you probably already have.

besides, you also didn't tell them about joining another company. you didn't want to tell too many people in case it didn't work out. the less people who knew, the less disappoint there would be.

you did notice that as you were walking in, a boy around your age was also coming in. he didn't say anything to you or jiwon, as he slipped by the two of you and the front desk. he wasn't the one who went to jena's dance academy, so maybe he's another trainee?

"hello, how can i help you two?" the front desk woman asked. you watched her eyes scan over both you and jiwon, taking in the two of you and your appearances.

"i'm here to have a meeting with the ceo," you said, trying your best to sound as professional and serious as possible. "my name is y/n," you added and the woman looked at you in surprise. like she wasn't expecting you at all. "and this is my guardian, kim jiwon."

"oh, um, of course," the woman said as she started reaching for the phone that was on her desk. "if i can have you sign in here," she says pointing to the sign-in sheet that was between the two of you. "i'll let mr. kim know you're here."

you looked at jiwon with a smile and a thumbs-up and she return the smile with her own along with a look that said 'wow, look at you girl.' you couldn't help but wonder if this is what happens when people know your name.

a few minutes later and the man you recognize as ceo kim comes from around the corner. from where that boy had disappeared down. he greets both you and jiwon with a smile before he's leading the two of you down the hallway and to a conference room.

"i have to say that me and the rest of the staff here were surprised when we received your email," he explains to you. "i didn't think you would be interested in wanting to join a small company like kq, but i will say that it is an honor."

"i'm glad that you are considering me as well, i was worried that maybe you would turn me away since i heard you didn't have any female trainees."

"well to be honest, we don't have that many trainees to begin with. for the last six months we only had one trainee and just recently we did gain a second one," he explains and you were a little shocked to find out that the company only had two trainees so far. you figured they would have at least a few more.

when you enter the conference room, ceo kim is joined with a few other higher up staff that you can't really remember the names of right now. they sat on one side of the long conference table while you and jiwon sat on the other side.

they talked about a few other things, stuff you had already either known or heard before. after all, at the end of the day, it was all the same.

and before you knew it, they were sliding your trainee contract across the table for you to sign. picking the pen up, you go to sign it, but jiwon stops you. her hand resting on your to get your attention.

"unnie?" you ask, looking at you and waiting for her to talk.

"are you sure you want to become a trainee again?" she asks and for a moment the question catches you off guard. and then you couldn't help but let her question sink in for a moment.

did you want to become a trainee again? was all of this worth becoming an idol? a singer?

"i'm sure, unnie," you tell her with a smile, she moves her hand away before returning your smile.

and so you sign the contract.

"and this is our dance studio," a staff member said showing you and jiwon where you would be practicing. the frosted door made it hard to see inside, but you could hear the music playing from inside the room.

"can we go in?" you ask, curious to see the other trainees that were here at the company. the staff member nodded his head before opening the door and you immediately peeked inside to see a familiar figure dancing as music blasted throughout the practice room.

it was the guy from jena's dance academy. he was a lot taller in person, the video not doing his height or talent any justice. he was good. the trainee turned to see you, jiwon, and the staff member all at the door and he hurriedly went over to pause the music.

"hello," he said bowing to you three and you returned the gesture. he had to be around your age, his boyish features showing despite his height.

"ah, yunho, sorry to disturb you," the staff member began saying, "i was just showing y/n around the company. she'll start training with us officially next week."

"oh a new trainee?" the trainee, yunho, said as a smile grew along his features. for some reason you couldn't help but compare him to a puppy. a giant puppy.

you and yunho then made eye contact and you think his smile grew wider, gosh what was with this guy, and why was your heart beat picking up?

"it's nice to meet you, i'm yunho," he says to you and you nod.

"i'm y/n, nice to meet you too," you replied back, doing your best not to stumble over your words.

"if you need anything, just let me know," he says, "it's only me, you, and hongjoong-hyung right now, so lets help each other, okay?" hongjoong-hyung? was that the guy you saw when you came in earlier?

"alright," you say before the staff member is gaining your attention and motioning to lead you out of the practice room to let yunho go back to his dancing.

however, before the door was fully closed, you heard yunho shout, "bye, y/n-ah, see you next week!"

yeah... see you next week, yunho.

#✶ 𓂃 ⋆* 𝓎𝓃. ୨୧ writing.#ateez 9th member #ateez added member #ateez addition #ateez extra member #ateez ninth member #idol!reader #poly ateez x reader #ateez female addition #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines

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thoughtsonkm · 7 months ago

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Mimi-san & Kookoo-san

This photo really fulfills my need for aesthetic shots

This episode (and probably the whole trip) is like the biggest, warmest, lingering hug someone could give you. Not letting go for a long time, until after it's over you're left with a full heart, teary eyes and a sense of unprecedented calmness.

So no Tokyo for us (as expected). That city really is theirs and theirs ONLY. (I read that ppl saw them with a camera in that ramen shop in Tokyo, so now everyone's thinking of a possible GCF #2 but that would be INSANE)

Jimin stop ruining the romantic moments JK creates, challenge failed! (he really does live up to the "conceal, don't feel" idea)

This ritual of Jimin singing Kook's new singles on each trip, is very very cute.

THE BABIEST OF THEM ALL another bean here⬆️

Did they lowkey have a gentle monster sponsorship? Way to go Jikook 👏🏻👏🏻

I know it's always been Jimin's go to brand for glasses so it feels kinda full circle. He should be some kind of brand ambassador for them.

Oh hello mister 'I can eat yo fingers but not yo potato peel' (I get it tho)

This is the single softest Jikook moment ever!! Period. End of discussion.

Sharing earphones, romantic music, beautiful scenery, calm setting, head on shoulder. - Who says romance is dead? 😭

Not even the background animation can ruin this for me. (ingenious idea nonetheless)

I CANNOT deal with the sweetness of this daughter talk. DO THEY KNOW WE'RE INSANE??

My guy starts talking about a family. The other guy he's gripping tight is already discombobulated, gulping, eyes going left and right lol

Jokes aside he really would be the most gentle, bestest, most caring dad ever 😭 (I promised myself to not get emo during this episode, I'm saving the waterworks for the inevitable last ep.)

I do remember they (especially Jimin) used to be pretty fluent in japanese so I'm guessing since they haven't done Japan promo since 2021, they forgot a little bit..

Imagine Jimin in a jazz bar with a 10 year old whiskey in hand, flirting with his bf.. Improv kings!

Happiness looks so good on them.

I love that from time to time they almost forgot they had a show to shoot. A DAMN JOB to do 😂

I present you a compilation of Jungkook saying how happy he is, how much he loves it and how good it is, during this episode.

LOL at them doing the english meme thing. Just two simple guys with ONE BRAINCELL. Looks like one of those random af videos they would watch while learning english.

Oh yes, we do indeed enjoy y'all gradually getting raggedy and fat 😂😂 He's hilarious, he's on a roll ladies and gents.

Jungkook half wishing they were the same age so they could "twin" even more (I'm sure that would be so convenient for you Jk 👀) as if it's possible for them to be even more on the same wavelength than they already are.

I do feel like in the distant future it would be such a good option for them to transfer and live in Japan cause it does seem like their favourite place in the whole world and the one place they feel themselves the most.

Sapporo in their 40es would be like a little hidden paradise for them to be somewhat free..

(let me dream)

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #bts #bangtan #are you sure?!#jikook travel show #ep. 6 #september 2024

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ontgerunway · 5 months ago

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Toji died in 2006 summer. (May-September in Japan)

Megumi was born 22nd December 2002

He was 3+, not even 4 when Toji died. So Toji's flashback of Megumi being so young makes sense and Megumi not remembering him also makes sense.

When Gojo went to meet Megumi, he was 5-6 years old. So he didn't immediately go back to Megumi after Toji's death. So Megumi's "I haven't seen him (Toji) for years makes sense as his father literally been dead for years.

As for why Gojo didn't immediately go back? I have a theory that Toji's second wife was alive at that time or around them. She's also probably the one who told them Toji ran away not knowing her husband actually died.

And Gojo only stepped in when she ran away herself and probably waited a few days to see whether she returned or confirmed her death (idk she's dead but I'm giving her the benefit of doubt).

So the criticism of Toji not seeing Megumi for years is bs as he himself took care of Megumi as a child and when he realized he couldn't be good father to Megumi he decided to marry Tsumiki's mom and I do think she's a decent mom as Toji is good at judging characters (i.e. he was right about Gojo). This is why I think she also died, or was murdered.

And the criticism of Gojo not going back to Megumi immediately is also bs. Megumi and Tsumiki were not left alone for years. Megumi and Tsumiki were going to school, his step mom must have admitted them there before getting erased out of existence. Why would Gojo interfere when one guardian is still there?

The kids could not get admission in school without a guardian and that's why I think his step mom was alive and around them that time.

After her disappearance, Megumi thought she ran away with Toji. And that makes me question if her disappearance had anything to do with Toji's death. Maybe she heard something about Toji after all these years and wanted to find out and get herself killed in the process, which is a good probability as Toji had lots of enemies due to his profession.

I'd say their marriage was fairly recent as Shio himself didn't know about it. He was very much involved when Megumi was a baby and thought Toji was still a single dad when he met him in 2006 and Megumi was still a toddler.

Anyways, I just wanted to put it out there to people who say Toji left Megumi alone for years or Gojo left Megumi alone for years.

Neither of them makes sense and total BS

#fushiguro toji #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji fushiguro #saturo gojo #megumi fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk gojo #jjk megumi

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cherryblossompink303 · 1 month ago

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Patience: ~Mori-Senpai has an apprentice candidate!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The host club recieves a peculiar visitor ➼ what to expect: "Sam finally decrypted those files I got from my contact, he's found proof that our theory is true" ➼ warnings: ➼ Part Twenty | Part Twenty Two

"You know I never thought that Late Edo-Era cosplay would be that popular"

"Come on, you can't be serious. That's like one of the basics" "There are plenty of girls that find late Edo era totally fascinating. Particularly the Shinsengumi."

"And most of the girls who like it are complete maniacs about it!"

"Are they popular because of the noble nature of them sacrificing their own lives for their country or could it be because of their stoic detemination? Their choice to live out their lives by the bushido code? Or could it be that we're intrigued because the worship of this group of renegade young men is somewhat forbidden? The Ikedaya inn may be well-known but it's only because of Hijikata, just imagining him after the battle of Toba-fushimi, his back to the north as he sorrowfully wandered the streets of his homeland attempting to defend the honor of the Shinsengumi all by himself. Oh! I could eat three giant bowls of rice!"

"Woah that was quite the history lesson renge" which is probably the most positive thing you've said to her in a while, not being from japan you really didn't know much about the late edo era at all.

"Not having us cast ourselves in specific roles was good advice, allowing the guests to just be free to fantasize on their own was truly a brilliant idea, renge. I'm very impressed."

"I told you it would work"

You roll your eyes, your temporary positive light on renge diminishing, returning to your work.

Mori suddenly lunged in fornt of the girls, making them fawn.

"Mori-Senpai!"

"Why the sudden lunge?

"Not getting enough attention?"

"Please calm down Mori-Senpai! I know you're upset you only have one line in each part, we're three-fourths through the season and you haven't had your own part. I know Cherry's been skipping flashback heavy episodes but I'm sure we could find a way to get you one! Is that it? I'm sorry!"

"No" Mori mutters, removing his spear, sliding open the door. "We have a trespasser"

"Takashi Morinozuka!" The boy behind the screen rushes to bow "Senpai! Please take me on as your apprentice!"

"Huh?"

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Mori Senpai has an apprentice candidate!

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"Ritsu Kasanoda, first year class D, heir to the third-generation head of the Kasanoda syndicate, the most powerful gang in the kanto area. He was admitted this year into Ouran academy's highschool. He had long red hair and a mean-looking appearance, is reserved and has few friends. It is said if your eyes meet his, you'll have bad dreams for three months. If you bump into him, you'll end up in the hospital, and talking back to him sends you to an early grave. He is so feared by his classmates that they call him the walking blizzard"

"Seriously?But why would a human weapon like yourself need to be mori senpai's apprentice?"

"Well because...look, i may be tough but I'm not a human weapon. I was just born with a face that makes me look mean all the time"

"Well at least you're aware of it Casanova"

"It's kasanoda"

"Bossa nova?"

Kasanoda glares at the twins "I said it was Kasanoda! Do you want to die?"

the boys jump behind the couch "Wow, he really is mean looking"

"Sorry about that. This always happens because of the way I look. I've always had this mean look ever since I was born. Even when I was just a tyke, my dad would say 'Just you wait my son's gonna be the greatest gangster of all time' and so, ever since I was a kid, I've been taught how to be the godfather of a gang. My pops was a good teacher , and he made me a true gangster. That's great and all but everyon's afraid to come near me. Even my fella's are scared of me. So, I'm all alone. It's like they forget I'm young, and sometimes I just wanna play. I wanna get out with my fellas and play a game of kick the can"

"A good game of Kankeri is awesome"

"But I've been livin' the life of a gangster, and I don't know how to interact with regular people. Morinozuka-senpai that's why I need you to show me. How do you manage to have so many friends. When you're just as mean looking as me. You're expressionless, distant, and you hardly ever talk. Plus you've got a mug that looks like a watchdog from hell. So, how come you've got so many friends? What're you doing that I'm not? Please, teach me your secrets! I'm begging you!"

Mori sighs, you grimace as you realise that Kasanoda's issues may also lay in his lack of social skills.

"Hey, Takashi, are you okay?"

"I'm just a little lightheaded"

"What now boss?" "Don't you think that we should do something about this?"

"Just leave him alone. Don't get involved. Like he said, he wants to be Mori-senpai's apprentice, so that means Mori-senpai decides what to do. This isn't something that any of us should be interfering with."

"Tamaki" Mori shoots him a look begging for help.

Tamaki's eyes widen. "Well, in that case, since you insist, Mori-senpai. I, Tamaki Suoh, promise you I will do whatever I can to assist you."

"Yeah right, he wanted to get involved so badly, he couldn't bear it" you laugh at Haruhi's comment.

"Now lift your head, Bossa nova-" "-Listen it's Kasanoda"

"From now on, you may address me as King. Okay, bossa nova?"

Your head falls to the side as you watch the interaction "Do you ever think that Tamaki may have a savior complex?" Kyoya chuckles "I thought that was obvious"

"That's not my name!"

"Are you listening to me Bossa nova? there are many differences between you and our beloved Mori-senpai, but there is also one very definitive thing that you are lacking, and that is a lovely item!"

You sigh, face palming "That is definitely not it"

"Bossa nova, I'd like to introduce you to a lovely item named Mitskuni. Sure Mori-senpai looks kinda mean-looking and he may seem distant when you first meet him. but what if we put Mitskuni on his shoulders? Suddenly, it's like he's a forest teddy bear that all animals ador. In addition, this lovely item also plays up Mori-Senpai's strong and silent character. Even without saying anything just by placing Honey-Senpai next to him, people begin to have a new-found admiration for Mori-Senpai. Suddenly he's seen in a positive light as a nice, quiet, young gentleman. That's the plan. I'm not exaggerating when I say most of Mori-senpai's charm is directly related to his friend honey-senpai"

"Yeah you're right"

"Now that you mention it Mori-senpai doesn't really do anything" "Yeah his position's totally bust."

"Takeshi have you really been using me this entire time?" Honey's eyes start to well up with tears. Mori shoots out of his chair in horror.

"I'm sorry, but Honey-senpai is on a long-term lease to Mori-senpai right now, so I can't let you borrow him"

"Is Tama-chan telling the truth? Are you renting me?"

"Don't worry, i'll come up with something to take his place. So the next thing we need to discuss is your disturbing yankee fashion sense. Now Hitachiin brothers-" "Sir!" "-It's your job to make this man more fashionable!"

The twins tackle him to the ground to begin their 'makeover'

"Poor guy, they're gonna eat him alive"

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"Huh? Somebody's out to get Mori-Senpai?"

"No doubt about it. I was there. I saw everything, he's obviously gotten on somebody's bad side"

"Nah, that's impossible. There's no way that Mori-Senpai would ever be on somebody's bad side"

"How can you be so sure? You don't know that"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Operation: Bossa nova's total image makeover is in full effect as of right now"

"Hold on! What the hell are you talking about!" Kasanoda shoot's out of his seat, running over to where Tamaki, the twins, and Honey are stood plotting.

"This is going to end in tears" kyoya hums to agree with you, flipping through his book. You lean over to speak in a hushed tone. "Where are we at with our little stalker issue"

"They aren't very discrete I must admit, it's a miracle that Kasanoda hasn't put it together yet"

"Yeah well...something tells me that social awareness isn't his strong suit"

As you look over you find that the rest of the host club are tackling Kasanoda once again who was already wearing cat ears and now wrestling him into a maid costume

The door creaks open suddenly "Sorry to bother you, but is the young lord Kasanoda here?"

You all look to Kasanoda where he's stood dressed as a catgirl maid "So here you are" Kasanoda get's in his face "Sir it's no big deal, you can do whatever you want in your spare time"

"What you think this is a hobby of mine? Damn it! I can't take this anymore!" Kasanoda runs out the room with the guy following.

"Well that ended as to be expected"

"Maybe an image change isn't what casanova needs"

"I think you're right" Honey notes.

"I could have told you that days ago"

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"Ah! Haruhi what happened? That's not blood is it?" Tamaki screaches as you all approach her and Kasanoda in the school gardens after following the two men after Kasanoda.

"Would you calm down? It's just a little paint"

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kasanoda stands up.

"Hey let go of me you bastard!"

"Damn it! You big behemoth!" You all look over to the two guys who are now aprehended by Mori, single handedly. "You play dirty Kasanoda, first you go kidnap our gang boss' kid, and then you make us deal with your damn musclebound lackeys? We know that you kidnapped the kid, just give him back, now!"

"We've heard enough out of you! We'll shut you up!" The twins tie them up.

"What the hell's going on here?"

"Don't you get it? See, Takashi wasn't on anyone's bad side these guys were after you. Until we caught them we decided not to say anything to you because we didn't want you to have to mess with them."

"I can't believe it, so you helped me? But how come"

"We can tell who the bad guys are by looking at them"

"I should probably go back and change clothes"

"Want us to come help you?"

"Drop dead"

The guy from earlier suddenly approaches the guys tied up "You dumbasses" he kicks them "Sonny!"

"Shut up! You've said enough today. Don't you get it? The reason I left was cause I was sick of hangin' out with the likes of you. Now get lost, you hear me?"

"Tetsuya, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry I've kept this from you sir. I'm Tetsuya Sendo, i am the son of the godfather of the Sendo syndicate, but i've always been opposed to the cutthroat way the syndicate goes about handling it's business. One rainy day about a year ago, my old man and i got into a fight and i ran away from home. I've never felt as anxious as I did that day, it was terrible I had nowhere to go and the people who passed me on the street just ignored me they pretended like I wasn't even there. And that's when I met you, young lord. The second I saw you I knew exactly what kind of person you were after that when I decided to join the Kasanoda syndicate, you kindly accepted me. Young lord, I know that you're more self-concious and awkward than most people but I also know that you're more kind-hearted than most people. And it's not just me, everybody in the whole syndicate knows it, they just don't say anything 'cause it would embarrass you. I, Tetsuya Sendo, realised that i wanted to become more like you. That's why I cut all ties with the Sendo Syndicate and instead joined the Kasanoda syndicate I hope young lord, that you'll allow me to remain by your side"

"Who'd have thought"

"What a great story, it's so touching"

"Oh I should probably apologise to Fujioka, after all it's my fault he got paint on his clothes"

"Haru-chan went back to change clothes!"

"Yeah? Okay" Kasanoda walks off

"We did a good thing guys"

"What are you talking about? You didn't do anything boss,

"Don't any of you care that Kasanoda went to see Haruhi, who is changing clothes?" The twins and Tamaki's faces fall as they dart off to chase after him.

"This can't be good"

You and Kyoya go to follow but before you do your phone buzzes "Wait" You place a hand on his chest to stop him while you read the message "Shit."

"What is it?"

"Sam finally decrypted those files I got from my contact, he's found proof that our theory is true, the ootori group has been knowingly keeping defunct equipment in circulation to cut costs and inflating perscription costs"

Next time on patience 'Tamaki's unwitting depression!'

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sukunastoy · 1 month ago

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 2 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

This is no longer backstory, this chapter starts of present day.

⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice upon the next upload. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do. Wordcount: 4.2k+

I hope you enjoy! <3

Thursday, 8:07 AM You sought out jobs all over the place, needing to make way more money than your current one provided. Toji had already exhausted all the money you had taken from your parents a few years ago and you've already started to receive threatening phone calls from loan sharks that he's taken money from. You dare not bring it up to him, knowing he'll just put the blame on you and make it your problem to solve. He must have been borrowing money using your name, cause no one ever mentioned Toji's name when looking for their money, only yours. A lot of interviews you went in for never played out well, leaving you more stressed each day. You never had the chance to go get a college degree, and that really hindered your opportunities. Your current job luckily didn't need you to have one, since you were just an assistant to the boss. You could do trivial work without needing a lot of intelligence, as your boss said.

"I suppose getting my coffee and having my suits drycleaned could be done by any simpleton."

It was rather humiliating, but working fast food wasn't going to pay the half the bills, so you did what you could. One of your co-workers mentioned looking in Tokyo for a better job. It was over an hour away from where you lived, but the opportunities were in abundance out there. Even if you were just another assistant, they would probably pay a lot more because they had a lot more money. It made sense, but you still wished you could get the life you always dreamed of having. Your parents were rich, so you were used to that when you were younger. You never imagined living in some tiny, shitty apartment for so long, with a man that just abuses the hell out of you whenever he feels like it.

Stepping off of the train with your small suitcase into Tokyo, Roppongi, you let out a heavy sigh. This is where your life should have been. Your parents probably would have sent you to a really nice school, and you could have landed some amazing job in one of these skyscrapers. If you could have another chance, to do it all over again, the possibilities would probably be endless. Whatever. You fucked up, this is how your life was going to be. At this point you were about to just start begging for any job available. There were plenty of jobs hiring out here, but finding them was going to be difficult. You told Toji you'd be back in a couple days, with a job secured. He was pissed that you were going to be so far from home, and on your own, but much to your surprise, he didn't fight it otherwise. You assumed he would try to come along with you, so you even set up a decent hotel room. But, he told you to go do whatever. Honestly it felt like a trap, but you weren't going to deny having a couple of nights to yourself. Toji might disappear for a few days here and there from home, but you still couldn't relax while he was away. You just constantly worried about what mischief he'd bring home. Out here, by yourself? Maybe you could actually have a peaceful night, without worrying about Toji. Maybe.

You pulled out your phone, going over the list of places that were hiring , trying to decide which one you might have a shot at. A lot of the places out here still demanded some type of degree much to your dismay, but someone had to be looking for a cheaper hire such as yourself. Someone who could just run errands and do the boring work that a businessman doesn't have time for. When a shadow came over your phone, you glanced up to see why someone was so close to you, but your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the now three men before you. "Taking a little stroll in the big city?" The main guy snorted, tilting his tattooed neck side to side to crack his joints. Your jaw fell agape as you weren't sure how to respond. "I-I..." "You're still late on your payments." Another guy said, holding his hands together before him, them now resting beneath is belly, and you caught the gleam from the brass knuckles he wore. The area had quickly cleared out, obviously no one wanting to be caught up in whatever you were involved in. "I'm, trying." You whimpered out, looking between the three of them desperately. "I'm trying to find another job out here, to get more money, I swear." "And we're trying to collect payment." The third guy finally spoke, stepping forward with an obvious intention of grabbing you. Fight or flight took over as you suddenly bolted from them, hauling ass down an alley way to get away. "Hey! You little bitch!" One yelled as they started to chase after you. You were in heels and a form hugging skirt, and a small suitcase in tow, this was a stupid fucking plan. You weren't gonna get far. You tripped as you ran out of the alley, nearly falling over something but narrowly missing the large hand of the main guy grabbing at you. As you regained your footing, you took off again, not even sure what your plan was. Prolonging the inevitable? Rounding a corner, you looked back to see how close they were, only to slam into something immediately after. The force of the impact sent you to your ass, and your eyes flew up to the man you just collided with, afraid it was one of them. "Ah, fuck!" He cursed out, holding his now crushed cup of coffee away from his suit that was covered in the hot liquid. Just some businessman, and now you were screwed. Though you had no idea where you planned on running off to, it was better than being stuck on the ground like this. You'd never get back up to your feet in time. Tears clung to your cheeks as you quickly looked behind you once more, seeing the three men at the edge of the corner. You waited for this businessman to run away, and the crowd of people walking to disperse, leaving you to deal with your assailants, but, the complete opposite happened. The three men stared and mumbled amongst themselves for the briefest moment before tucking behind the corner and leaving.

You stared in disbelief to the now empty space where the three men stood only a moment ago. Maybe they didn't want any conflict? Usually they didn't care, you've seen them attack people on a crowded street like this before. Your sides heaved as you panted in fear, it wasn't like them to just give up like this. But when someone else to the side caught your attention, you trembled where you sat, fearing it was another loan shark coming for you. You tried to scoot back on your ass as this other man was making a direct line towards you out of the crowd, but you bumped into the legs of the businessman, stopping you in place. "It's fine." The man you ran into spoke, and you whipped your head up to him as he gestured to the other guy walking up. "You sure?" "Yeah, unless you intentionally had a reason to run into me?" The businessman frowned down to you and you quickly shook your head. The other man looked down to you as if you were beneath him more than just physically, and it made you feel small and stupid for being in this situation. He immersed himself back into the crowd, disappearing as easily as he appeared. "So, you got an explanation or plan to just sit on your ass like a helpless fawn?"

Your eyes shifted back up to the man as you tried to keep more tears from falling, the rush of adrenaline leaving you and just causing anxiety to flood your veins instead. "I'm, I'm sorry!" You quickly bleated out, suddenly remembering you crushed his coffee onto him and his suit. His suit that looked insanely expensive. Trying to get up, you wobbled on your feet, unable to get a steady balance, and you quickly noticed why. One of your heels had snapped off in the ordeal. Shit. This was your only pair of heels. You glanced down to your own outfit and realized that it, too, was covered in the coffee. How the hell were you supposed to try to find a job looking like this? You only had one decent outfit with you, not having many others at home to begin with. Your chest heaved with your growing anxiety, knowing you didn't have enough money to return home and then back out here with new clothes, nor the money to buy a new outfit. "Sorry doesn't exactly take the coffee out of my suit, sweetheart." No, no it didn't. But what else could you offer? "Plan on paying for my dry cleaning? Or perhaps an entirely new suit?" You wobbled on your unmatched heels with swelling embarrassment in your cheeks. His gaze upon you was not only intense, but it had predatory gleam to it as well. You might look like a complete mess in your now ruined outfit, but that didn't stop his eyes from tracing your features. "I...I-I don't have any money." "Yeah, that's quite obvious." He let out a rather disappointed sigh, looking you up and down. All you could do was offer a small bow of apology as your fists shook at your sides. What an absolutely humiliating morning so far. He extended the crushed cup towards you, and like the obedient woman you were, you took it without hesitation. Taking out his phone, he called someone and then named the street the two of you were on and what address to stop at. As others passed by, looking to the scene curiously, your embarrassment grew. The man before you simply put his phone back into his pocket and left his hand in there with it, continuing to look you over. "So, what had you in such a ridiculous hurry that you failed to pay attention to your surroundings?" You wanted a hole to just open beneath you and swallow you whole. Honestly, saying that you were running for your life sounded like a lie. You chanced a look to him, your breath catching in your throat at his incredibly handsome face. How wonderful. It couldn't have just been some normal guy. It had to be this attractive, posh busineman you ran into. The kind that would likely remember your face and make everyone aware of what a klutz you were, keeping others from wanting to hire you.

"I'm, trying to find a job." You mumbled in shame, definitely not wanting to mention the loan sharks that were chasing you. The rude laugh that resonated in his chest didn't go unnoticed by you. You sighed out heavily, just hoping he spare you from further humiliation. Seeing a luxury style car pull up to the curb, you watched in confusion as a man in a suit exited from the drivers side and immediately went to the back door, opening it up. "Come on then, sweetheart. I have a job you can do for me." The man you ran into gestured towards the vehicle and you absentmindedly did as he commanded, holding onto your suitcase and that crushed cup for dear life. Toji had you so whipped to do what you were told without question that apparently even a stranger could make you obey. "Sidewalk purchase?" The driver asked the man as you climbed into the backseat. "Not this time." He replied while looking at you in the car. He and the driver spoke for a moment, and the man looked you up and down again briefly before he finally got into the seat next to you. You stared down into the floorboard, not even sure what to expect. Great. He was someone else you owed a debt to. At least he wasn't a loan shark, so you knew, or at least hoped, you weren't going to get the shit beat out of you. Your body stayed pressed against the door as the vehicle moved, being too scared to relax as the situation began to take hold in your mind. You just willingly got into the car with some strange man? You basically let yourself get stolen. Honestly though, you dealt with worse at home sometimes. "What's your name, pretty thing?" The man next to you finally spoke, undoing his tie while relaxing into the seat. You watched from the corner of your eye as he finished with his tie and then began undoing his cuff links and collar. Pretty? It sounded so genuine. Like he actually was saying that you're pretty. It's not something you've heard in years. "It...it's f/n." You said softly, unable to hide your cheeks from heating up. His voice was so alluring, almost tempting to your ears. And that incredible scent, was it from him?

"Well, y/n, you could pay for my dry cleaning, which we both know you can't, or you can run some errands for me instead as payment." You were already used to running errands for your current boss. This wouldn't be anything new. It seemed simple enough, but surely the suit wasn't a simple, cheap clean. It clearly looked designer, as if it was someone who personally designed it for him. It wasn't the kind you could just buy in a store or see anyone else wearing. But damn, he looked really attractive in it. It's been a while since you let your eyes wander, knowing if Toji ever caught such a thing you'd get your ass handed do you. You swallowed hard while taking a second to study him. It was curious to see someone in his position with pink hair, but if he made a lot of money, most likely no one cared. For some reason, it suited him really well. The way it was slightly slicked back yet spiked over his black undercut actually complimented his whole attire. Unfortunately, it made you that much more aware of how ridiculous you looked right now. Even with the stain on his dark gray, fitted suit, this man looked flawless.

When the vehicle finally came to a stop, you looked out of the window, uncertain of where the two of you were. The man next to you got out as his door was opened, and you sighed heavily when it was closed and you were left by yourself. You were relieved to see that it was a populated area, and not some back alley where you might be getting disposed of. Your door was finally opened, and the driver stepped back to allow the other man room to reach a hand down to you. Staring at his large hand with uncertainty, you slowly took it, allowing him to help you out of the seat. You stepped out onto the sidewalk awkwardly, but felt a little at ease when the grip of the man held you firm in place so you wouldn't fall over from your busted heel. Shit. Your heel was busted, you almost forgot. How the hell were you supposed to go run errands when you didn't even have proper shoes? You let go of the mans hand, slipping off both of your shoes and kneeling down to pick them up. You'd have to walk barefoot, cause no way you'd be able to keep your balance walking with only one heeled shoe. The man started to turn and he motioned for you to follow him with a hand over his shoulder as he walked away from you. Of course, you didn't have to follow him. Sure you spilled coffee all over him but he couldn't make you run errands to pay for it. Could he? Reluctantly, you followed after him, your head low in shame as you passed by others on the sidewalk that were looking at your obvious dismay. You didn't want to meet anyone's gaze, too ashamed by all of this. You weren't going to be able to get a job this weekend, after telling Toji and the loan sharks that you were. Either way, someone, if not both sets of men, were going to beat the absolute hell out of you because of all this. You aimlessly followed the man inside of an apartment building, only noticing the change of environment when you heard someone greet him from the front desk and the sound of an opening elevator door ringing out. Your eyes shot up to look around the glamorous lobby, seeing a few security guards at the front desk, and a few other people sitting around the courtyard in the lobby, just having a coffee or reading. "Um, where are we?" You nervously asked as the man stepped onto the elvator. "My home." he casually replied, taking off his suit jacket. His home? Some man just brought you to his home? You started to take a step back, knowing you shouldn't be so stupid as to go into a strangers home. You already risked your luck getting into the car with him. But when he gave you a stern look while starting to undo his shirt buttons, you immediately went forward into the elevator. Telling a man no was just something you were too afraid to do. "I don't even know your name." You mumbled while standing next to him in the elevator as it rose. "Itadori, Sukuna." He finally told you, keeping his suit jacket draped over his arm as the door eventually opened. That name, it sounded familiar. Arriving at his floor, you remained standing in the elevator after he walked into his apartment, well, penthouse. Glancing back to you, he put a hand against the edge of the elevator door to keep it from closing. "This, this elevator just goes to your apartment? Not a hallway?"

He looked at you curiously before glancing into his penthouse and laughing lightly. "Yes, sweetheart. Its a private floor." You walked off into the large space, trying not to let your eyes wander around in curiosity, but, you couldn't help it. You hadn't experienced any form of luxury since you left your parents mini mansion several years ago. The ceilings were so tall, and everything was so neat and clean. This is how your life should have been. Why did you have to be stupid and go with Toji?

Your eyes went back to the man before you as his back was turned, and he leaned forward a bit, slipping his shirt off from his body. Your breath hitched while watching him, heart thumping in your throat as you realized, one, you've never seen another man without his shirt on besides Toji, and two, this man had tattoos on his back and arms. Only those type of people had tattoos.

Most likely, you were brought here to repay him in a much more personal way than you had imagined. Shit. You've been tricked. How stupid of you. No wonder the other loan sharks backed off, and this man took you home. He was one of them.

Your hands trembled as you started to undo the buttons on your blouse. He had already gotten out of his shirt, it would be best to not keep him waiting. Maybe, just imagine it was Toji. Just give him what he wants, and he wont hit you. Not that letting some man take advantage of you was any better, but if you could at least avoid getting hit through all this, you could overcome it. A tear fell from your cheek as you tried to steady yourself for what was most likely about to happen. Of course you had been too dumb to assume this man might want this type of repayment, so you had willingly got into his car and now into his home. He was tall, muscular with broad shoulders, you couldn't fight your way out of this. And there was no hallway to run out into to yell for help. Toji always forced you to bed when he was angry at something you did, and anytime you even barely resisted, you'd get hit and he'd just be more brutal with you. So, being compliant was your safest bet here.

But, at least it was only Toji doing those things to you. You've never given yourself to another man, and you'd been lucky enough to never be a victim down an alleyway. Unfortunately though, you knew exactly what this man was wanting. You had already been mentally preparing for it since you got into his car, at least, you've been trying to. You certainly didn't want to make him wait, and possibly piss him off, so by the time he turned to look at you, you made sure to be as prepared as possible, to show you were submitting, and maybe this wouldn't be so horrific for you in the end.

"Well, pretty thing, you can start by-"

His voice cut off as you stood almost naked in the entry way. Your skirt was bunded by your ankles, and your blouse lay atop it where you let it fall. All you really had on were your bra, panties and nylons. Your head was bent in a small bow of apology and compliance, fists shaking at your sides while awaiting for him to take what he wanted. "Do...d-do whatever you need, for payment." You murmured quietly, trying to steady yourself, knowing any minute you'd be manhandled.

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He wasn't the type of man to pass up the opportunity of seeing a woman bascially naked in his home, but it's not what he was expecting, at least, not from someone like her. He might have already imagined hearing her soft voice beg for more as he fucked her stupid in his bed, but she wasn't the typical woman he encountered. She was skittish, eyes always darting around even if she didn't mean to let them wander. She was quiet and afraid, submissive and shy. Fuck did he love a submissive woman. So many that he normally took to bed were obnoxiously bratty, thinking it was sexy or cute. But, this city would eat her alive. It was clear she wasn't from the area, having clothes from some hand me down store and heels so poorly made that they easily broke. Her prefume wasn't bad, but it was cheap, and she most likely had to put a lot on to even get that faint scent to stay on her skin. Even the engagement ring on her finger was cheap, not even a real diamond. The gold band was probably just plated. He lightly scoffed, wondering for a moment if she knew that her man thought so little of her that he barely put effort into a decent ring. He was probably the type to bark orders to her while he sat on the couch with a beer. Its probably why she was out here looking for a job. She most likely had to provide for some deadbeat.

His jaw clenched. Why the fuck should he care? She ran into him, dumped coffee all over his suit, and he was going to make her run a few errands in a way to chastise her. But, seeing how scared she looked in the moment, it didn't take anyone with half a brain to realize she most likely already received penalty at home for any wrongdoing.

He let his gaze have its moment to explore her body, admiring her soft features, yet unable to quickly skip his eyes over several markings along her skin in various places. Bruises? There were obvious finger marks where she's been grabbed onto harshly as well. He stepped towards her, imagining his hands on her body but letting the desire go, for now. "Are you offering yourself to me because thats what you genuinely want, or do you think that's what I'm expecting of you?"

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Though his voice was deep, it was gentle, and you opened your eyes in surprise when he took hold of your chin and lifted your face to meet his. Looking into his eyes made you weak in the knees. "For, for the mess I made. I can't pay for it with money, so, so I-" You saw his tongue lightly play against his teeth in his mouth while he took another glance down your body. You stiffened as he knelt down, awaiting him to touch you in some heinous way, but, you only felt your clothing returning to your body. Your form trembled as he re-attached your skirt, and then lifted your blouse from the ground. As if on instinct, you held your arms out as he slipped the sleeves back over them, one at a time. You watched his gaze as it was on your chest, and you easily saw the hard swallow in his throat as he rebuttoned the cloth. It was ovious he was used to removing clothes from a woman, not putting them back on.

"Am I not pleasing enough to look at?" you choked out quietly, not sure what else you'd be able to give him then. You were entirely certain that he was planning on taking something from you, so now that he wasn't, it was almost more worrisome. What else could he possibly want? "Easy, pretty thing, I never said that." The way the words rolled off his tongue had you in a hold, and you couldn't stop the flecks of shyness from creeping across your cheeks. You hadn't felt your heart beat like this in a while. A long while.

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⪨༒𓊈𒆜🅞🅤🅡 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣𒆜𓊉༒⪩ | 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

You were in deep shit, the deepest shit you have ever been in. Two men from rival companies, two men who were hot as fuck, were targeting you? Someone who was known as the best assassin in Japan? Honestly in any other situation you would have been honored to be hunted down by someone. It was a nice challenge, one that you would usually be confident in winning. However this time you were scared shitless.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the golden pair, notably the two strongest and best spies in Japan if not the world. Those two-no, legends-were targeting you. It definitely wasn't helping your carefully crafted composure that you've spent years to perfect.

The bastards were relentless. They moved like ghosts, dismantling every alias, every safe house, and every backup plan you had, as if you were a mouse being chased by some ninja cats. Wherever you went, they weren't far behind. There was no room for you to catch a single breath. Besides, it wasn't just their skill that you-it was how they played the game. Gojo's smug confidence made your skin boil as warm as the spiciest curry, while Geto's quiet, calculating precision left you feeling like a fly caught in a web.

You ducked into a shadowy alleyway, the Tokyo skyline buzzing above, blissfully unaware of the pounding of your heart as you hid as best you could. It was annoying, how you felt them closing in on you, like wolves cornering a rabbit. Except this rabbit wasn't about to roll over. Not yet.

Forcing yourself to steady your breathing, reminding yourself of the boy Toji told you to look after like a shadow. Megumi, Toji's son. His safety came first, even if it risked your own. It was your checking his whereabouts when you accidently ran into Gojo one day, and that was the first piece of information that revealed your occupation. As much as you hated it, Gojo adopted Megumi, so now he is taking care of him. Gojo was keeping him safe, and that would be all that mattered if Gojo and his bestie wasn't plotting to kill you.

Your plush lips curled into a biter smile. How poetic. Two men who could bring the world to its knees, and here I am stuck in between them, scrambling to keep my life intact.

Footsteps echoed in the distance-light, deliberate. Your heart rate spiked. You gripped the blade hidden in your coat, your instincts sharpening.

"You can't hide forever you know." A smooth, arrogant voice cut through the silence, sending chills down your spine. He was here. Gojo.

You grit your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. That cocky bastard.

"She's smarter than that, Satoru," another voice added, one that was low and velvety. And there was Geto. "Be patient. She's probably trying to plan her next move."

"Trying?" Gojo snorted. "Please. She's desperate by now. You can smell it."

The audacity, really. You couldn't help the scoff that slipped from your lips. A stupid rookie mistake for a pro like you.

"Well, well," Gojo said, his voice practically dripping with smug delight. “There's our little rabbit.”

You stepped out of the shadows, forcing yourself to smirk even as your heart thundered within your chest. They were standing just a few paces away, both of them far too calm for comfort. Gojo had his hands shoved casually in his pockets, his blink round glasses hiding his pair of sparkling blue eyes. Geto stood beside him, arms crossed and his head tilted slightly, showing his Adam's apple, his expression unreadable but no less dangerous.

"Boys," you drawled, feigning confidence you didn't feel, "if you're going to hunt me, at least make it interesting.'

Gojo grinned, one that was wide and toothy. "Oh, sweetheart, you haven't even seen anything yet."

Geto's smirk was much subtler, but it still carried a weight that made your stomach twist in discomfort. "Careful what you wish for."

You huffed, hand on your hip as you glared at them. For the first time in your life, you weren't sure if you'd make it out unscathed. But if this was how it ended, then you were going to make the most out of it.

The game was on, and your life wasn't the only one on the line.

"You always run, sweetheart," Gojo teased, his tone light but nevertheless laced with dripping poison. "When do we get to have some real have fun with you?"

You reached over and twirled the knife in your hand, keeping your stance loose and ready. "You call this fun? Sounds like someone needs a better hobby."

"Maybe you can recommend one," Geto said calmly, stepping closer, his purple eyes sharp enough to cut through you. His movements were deliberate, like a predator closing in. "Though I doubt assassins have much time for hobbies between killing and running."

"Funny," you shot back, eyes flicking between them. "You two seem to have plenty of time for playing fetch with me."

Gojo's grin only widened, but his posture shifted ever so slightly-subtle, but enough to signal that he was ready to move. Your grip on your knife tightened.

"Aw, don't flatter yourself," Gojo said,adjusting his glasses casually. "We're not chasing you because it's fun." He leaned forward ever so slightly, his voice dropping an octave, "We're chasing you because you're special."

That comment threw you off for a second. The words he said just didn't sit right, nor the way he said it. You forced your expression to remain neutral. "Touching. Did you rehearse that?"

"Why would I? I'm naturally charming."

Geto cut in, his voice as smooth as silk. "Let's not drag this out, Satoru. She's in the corner. She knows it."

Your heart pounded, begging to be freed from your chest, but your face remained unreadable. You weren't cornered. Not yet. You just needed to keep them talking, just needed more time.

"Cornered?" You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be amused. "Do you see me begging for mercy? Or are you just hoping I will?"

"You've got guts," Geto said, tilting his head just enough to have his black bang cover part of his eye. "I'll give you that. Most people would've given up by now. But we know you're not like other people."

"Neither are you both," you replied, and in one fluid motion, you threw your knife-not at them, but at the exposed pipe just above their heads.

The knife swiftly struck true, steam hissing violently from the now broken pipe, flooding the narrow alleyway with a thick, blinding fog.

"Shit-!" Gojo cursed, his voice muffled in the chaos of fog.

You didn't risk the chance to wait. You bolted, weaving through the maze of alleyways as your boots pounded against the pavement. The fog bought you a few seconds, maybe less. They were way too good at their job to be distracted for long.

Your mind raced as fast as your legs. You've played their game long enough now to know that they weren't just chasing you for fun, they said it themselves. Your suspicions connected to Megumi started to seem more and more plausible as to how Gojo found you. But with the way he looked at like-like he knew everything about you- it wasn't random.

It terrified you to your core.

As you rounded a corner, a sudden blur of motion forced you to stop short.

"Fast," Geto murmured, stepping out of the shadows as if he'd been waiting for you. His calm demeanor sent a chill down your spine. "But not fast enough."

Your eyes darted around, searching for an opening, any, but he'd chosen his stop well. Narrow alley, no easy exits.

"You're good," he said, almost like he was praising you. You would be lying if his words didn't have an effect on you. "No wonder why you're the best. But even the best slip up eventually."

"I don't slip," you shot back, trying to keep as steady as you could.

"Then you must be tired." He took another step forward, unhurried but deliberate. "You've been running for days. Dodging us, hiding. you're human, no matter how perfect you pretend to be."

"Bold words for someone who needed a partner to keep up with me, huh?" You snapped, trying to mask the unease creeping up your spine with irritation.

A low chuckle echoed behind you, and your stomach sank instantly.

"Oh, she got you there, Suguru," Gojo's voice teased as he emerged from the other end of the alley, effectively leaving you no options for escape.

You were boxed in.

Shit.

"Let's not make this harder than it has to be," Geto said, his tone soft but firm. "You've got a choice. Come with us, or..."

"Or what?" You challenged, staring at him.

Gojo shifted a little, combing his silver hair out of his face only for it to flop back down. "Or we make you."

Your pulse thundered in your ears, much to your displeasure. "You think I'm scared of you?"

Gojo shrugged nonchalantly. "You should be."

You moved before they could. Your hand desperately went to the smoke bomb in your pocket, but Geto was faster. With a flick of his wrist, a thin wire lashed out, tangling around your wrist and pulling tight. You hissed in frustration as he yanked you, rendering you off balance.

"Sloppy," he said quietly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Persistent," you hissed under your breath, twisting your body to free your other hand. You managed to grab a second knife you had on your belt and threw it at him. He dodged, but the slight movement loosened the wire just enough for you to break free.

Gojo clapped his slender hands slowly, sarcastically. "Damn, you're fun. I almost don't want to turn you in."

Geto frowned, obviously not pleased with his partner. "Satoru-"

"What?" Gojo grinned, tilting his head toward you. "Can you blame me? She's got the whole deadly-and-gorgeous thing going on. Kind of my type, y'know?"

You flinched, Gojo's words fluttering your heart more than you'd care to admit.

"Enough," Geto snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

You took the opportunity to leap for the nearest wall. kicking off it to gain just enough height to grab the fire escape above. Your nimble fingers grazed the cold metal, and you hoisted yourself up just as Gojo lunged for you.

"Catch y'all later," you called over your shoulder, your smirk returning back in place despite the ever pounding of your chest.

Gojo simply laughed, his voice echoing through the dark alley. "You'll have to do better than that, sweetheart!"

Neon signs of Tokyo flickered in the distance, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets below as you leapt from rooftop to rooftop. The cold air bit down on your face, but it didn't stop you from running as fast as you could. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and the weight of their words echoed in your head like a broken record.

"You've got that deadly-and-gorgeous thing going on."

"You're human, no matter how perfect you pretend to be."

Why did their voices stick to you like that? You shouldn't care, not at all! You hated how Gojo's smugness got under your skin, hated how Geto's quiet intensity lingered like a shadow. Was it because they were handsome? It didn't matter anyways. You had bigger things to worry about than two men who saw you as a challenge-or worse, a toy.

As you made your way across the rooftops, you scanned for the nearest safe house Toji told you about. Your options were dwindling; their reach was extensive, and it felt like every move you made only led you closer to their impending web.

You slowed when you reached the edge of a rooftop, crouching low as your eyes darted across the street below. The sound of footsteps brought your focus to a man walking his dog, the only other soul out at this ungodly hour. His relaxed posture, the cute wag of the dog's tail, it was normal. Normalcy. Something you couldn't afford in the life you lead.

Just as you were about to leap to the next rooftop, your eye caught movement in the reflection of a glass building across the street.

"Clever," you muttered under your breath.

A figure moved in the shadows a few rooftops back. It was Geto-his tall, lean frame unmistakably recognizable even in the dark. You cursed under your breath. How the hell had he kept up with you?

Though something was wrong. Why was he alone? Where was Gojo?

Before you could react, a voice cut through the air behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Looking for me?"

You whipped your head around, knife in hand, but was already there, perched casually on the edge of the rooftop. His glasses were pushed up and resting on his head, revealing those piercing, unnaturally blue eyes that seemed to see through everything, including you.

"Damn it," you hissed, your grip tightening on the knife.

"Damn it?" Gojo repeated, grinning. "I'll take that as a compliment. People don't say that unless someone's really good."

"Don't flatter yourself." You held your tongue, desiring to curse at him.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh, but I'm so good at it."

"You're cornered," Geto's voice came from the shadows as he stepped forward, his ever calm demeanor as unearving as ever. "Again."

"Wow. The two of you are excellent at being a pain in the ass," you commented dryily.

"And you're good at running," Gojo countered, leaning back on his hands like he was lounging on the beach instead of hunting you down. "But you're getting predictable, sweetheart."

Predictable... Predictable? The words stung more than it should have. You prided yourself on being untouchable, on being the best, but they were starting to unravel you, but to your dismay.

"Give up," Geto said, his voice quiet yet commanding. "you're wasting energy. You know we'll find you wherever you go."

Your eyes darted between them, searching for a weakness in either of them, a distraction, anything. Though they were right. You were running out of time, and worse, you were running out of options.

"Why me?" you demanded, your voice sharp and impatient. "Why are you so obsessed with chasing me down? I might be your target, but there are others out there."

Gojo tilted his head, his smile softening ever so softly. "You're different, as we said earlier."

"That's not an answer."

Geto stepped closer, his dark purple eyes locking onto yours. "You don't need to know why. All you need to know is that we're not stopping until we get what we want."

What do they want? "And what's that?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment, heavy with tentionn. Geto didn't answer, nor did Gojo, but Gojo's grin returned, not reaching his eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Gojo teased.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm. You wouldn't give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

"Well then," you said, taking a step back. "If you want me that badly, come and get me."

Geto didn't waste another second. He moved first, closing the distance between you with a speed that took your breath away. You barely had any time to react, raising your knife to swiftly block his strike.

The impact sent a jolt up your arm. Gritting your teeth, you pushed back against his strength. Just before you could counter, Gojo was right behind you, his presence like a sadistic ghost at your back.

"Careful," he muttered, his breath warm against your ear. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt, yeah?"

You spun around as fast as you could, lashing out your knife, but he was already gone, his laugh echoing around you.

You were out of breath. The relentless pursuit across the city left you drained. They'd forced you into a corner, their presence closing in on all sides. You crouched low on the rooftop, your knife glinting under the pale moonlight.

They're not playing anymore. You could feel it in the air-the shift in their tactics, the weight of their presence pressing down on you like a vice. They weren't going to let you run this time around.

A faint sound behind you, a sharp intake of breath. You twisted on instinct, launching a knife toward the sound. It sliced through the air, aimed with precision, but Gojo caught it mid-flight, his fingers wrapping around the blade as if it were a child's toy.

"Come onn, sweetheart," Gojo fiend whining, tossing the knie aside like it was nothing. "You're not even trying anymore. Getting tired?"

You didn't answer, deciding to ignore him. Instead, you aimed for his ribs. But as you closed the distance, Geto stepped in a flash.

"No more running," Geto said, his voice firm. "This ends now."

"Didn't know you two were so desperate for attention," you spat, pivoting sharply to avoid geto's strike while aiming another at Gojo. He dodged with ease, leaning back with a grin as your blade passed a hair's breadth from his chest.

"We're desperate for you," Goji said smoothly, words rolling off his tongue with infuriating ease. His blue eyes gleamed with something dangerous "And you love it, don't you?"

"You're delusional as shit," you snapped, blocking a strike from Geto's punch and countering with a high kick aimed at his shoulder. He caught your leg mid-air, forcing you to twist and land in a crouch as he released you.

"I think you're the one who's delusional," Geto replied coldly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You think you can keep going like this? Fighting us? Outrunning us? It's only a matter of time before you give in?"

"I'd rather die before I give in to either of you, bitch," you growled, pushing off the ground and aiming a flurry of strikes at both of them.

For a moment, it felt like you were holding your own. Knife against fist. They moved with a kind of synchronicity that made them impossible to predict, but you kept pushing, kept fighting, refusing to let them overwhelm you.

But then it happened-a misstep.

You swung your blade a little too wide, and Gojo caught your wrist in a vice-grip. His other hand shot forward, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around just as Geto's fist struck down in an arc. The blunt force struck the back of your knee, and you crumpled down, forced to the ground with Gojo still holding your wrist like a prisoner.

"Let go!" you snarled, struggling against his grip. But he didn't. He simply knelt beside you, his breath brushing against your ear as he gazed down at you with unreadable eyes.

"Not until you're obedient," he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing enough to make you fall for him. "You're not getting out of this. So why not make it easy on yourself?"

You glared up at him, craning your neck as best you could, your chest heaving with exertion. "Easy for you, you mean. What the hell do you want from me?"

"Everything," Geto answered, stepping in front of you and crouching so that you were eye level. His eyes were dark and unreadable, his Adam's apple so out, his sharp body a shape that any woman would growl over. "We want to know why you're so damn good at what you do. Who trained you? Why do you keep running? And why are you so hell-bent on protecting that boy?"

Your blood ran cold as soon as the mention of Megumi left his lips, but you didn't let it show. "What boy?" you asked, feigning confusion.

"Come on! Don't play dumb," Gojo, tightening his grip on your wrist. "We've been watching you. You're not just some assassin. You've got connections-dangerous ones. But you seem to have a soft spot. The kid's important to you, isn't he? Is it because of personal reasons or is it because your boss told you so?"

You clenched your teeth, refusing to respond. Every second of silence felt like a battle, their eyes boring down on you as if they could extract the truth by sheer willpower.

"Fine," Gojo said after a moment of silence, his tone light but laced with steel. "Don't want to talk? Then we'll just keep you here until you do."

"You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm staying," you shot back, twisting sharply to free yourself from Gojo's grasp. Though before you could stand, Geto was behind you, his arm locking around your shoulders and pinning you in place.

"Stay down," Geto murmured, his breath warm against your neck. "You've lost."

"I haven't lost shit," you hissed, struggling against him, but his hold was ever so unyielding, and you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body screamed in protest as you fought to break free.

Gojo crouched in front of you, his face so close you could see a faint scar above his brow. He tilted his hair, his pretty eyes scanning yours with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn't quite pin down.

"You're stubborn," he said, almost fondly. "I like that about you."

"You don't know a damn thing about me."

"Maybe not," Gojo admitted, his grin softening into something more sincere. "But I'd like to. And I think Suguru here would too."

You froze at his words, your mind racing. They weren't just chasing you for answers. This seemed personal, and that scared you more than anything. You clenched your teeth, staring at the two men before you.

"You've got no idea how much trouble you're in, sweetheart," Gojo said with mock sympathy. He tilted his head, silver hair catching the neon lights of the city. "But, hey, if it's any consolation, I think you look great even when you're all out of breath."

Your scowl deepened, and you yanked your arm once again away from his grasp. "You're insufferable."

"Insufferable handsome?" Gojo quipped with a wink, leaning closer. "I get that a lot, thanks."

"Or maybe just insufferably annoying," Geto said, his tone dry but with the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Not that it's anything new."

"Aw, Suguru, don't be jealous," Gojo teased, throwing him a grin. "There's plenty of me to go around."

You groaned, confusion and irritation blooming. "You two are ridiculous. First you chase me down like some sort of mouse, all for a conversation? I don't know how anyone can take you seriously."

"People tend to take us very seriously when we're chasing them across rooftops," Geto countered, his calm, velvety voice laced with amusement. "Though I have to admit, you're making this chase far more interesting than most."

"Ha," you snapped, shifting slightly, testing the tension in your muscles as you calculated your next move. You were tired, but you weren't going down without a fight.

"Oh, don't pretend you haven't been entertained too," Gojo said, his grin widening. "Admit it-you've been having fun." He said in a sing-song tone.

"Fun?" you repeated incredulously, glaring at him in disgust. "You two have been hunting me like some sport. What about that sounds like fun?"

"Because you're the first person who's ever made us work this hard. Most people give up the moment they realize who they're dealing with," Geto replied. "But you... you keep fighting. It's impressive."

"Compliments. Oh, how thrilled I am," you muttered under your breath, earning a chuckle from Gojo. "It's exhausting."

"Poor thing," Gojo cooed mockingly, leaning down close enough that you swear his lips had to be centimeters away from your neck. "All worn out from running? If you surrender, I promise I'll carry you home, bridal style, if you're into that." That infuriating wink.

"Shut," you hissed, trying to pull away from him, but his hand shot out, his fingers grazing your chin to tilt your face toward him.

"Such fire," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. His usual playful tone was now gone, replaced with something softer, intense, something that caused your stomach to flip. "You're cute."

"Satoru," Geto interrupted once again, his voice cutting through the moment. He reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to your feet. You stumbled slightly, but his hand landed on the small of your back, easily keeping you steady. "We've wasted enough time. Let's go."

"Go?" you repeated, bristling like an irritated cat. "Where the hell do you think you're taking me?"

"Our place," Gojo said, standing and dusting off his pants like this was all completely normal. "Don't worry, we've got comfy couches. You can even have a blanket if you're nice."

You narrowed your eyes at him, glaring. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

“Do you really think you’re in a position to argue?” Geto’s voice was soft, almost deceptively calm, but the steel beneath it sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers tightened on your arm, pulling you closer with effortless strength, until the heat of his body radiated against yours. His dark eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding, as though daring you to defy him. “You’re out of options, and we both know it.”

The words cut through you like a blade. You hated how true they were. Every fiber of your being screamed to resist, to claw and fight your way out of thisâ€”but your limbs felt heavy, your breath uneven, and they both saw right through the mask of defiance you were struggling to keep intact.

Gojo crouched next to you, impossibly close, his ever-present grin softening into something almost predatory. His crystalline blue eyes sparkled with an unsettling mix of amusement and something deeperâ€”something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t think of it as giving up,” he purred, his voice low, like a silk ribbon wrapping around your throat. “Think of it asâ€¦ a tactical retreat. Or, if it helps, you can call it a hostage situation. That’s got a nice ring to it, right?”

Your jaw clenched, your glare cutting toward him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” Gojo shot back, his grin widening, the playful lilt in his voice sending your pulse racing in frustrationâ€”and something else you didn’t dare acknowledge. “Seriously, has anyone ever told you that anger suits you? It’s cute.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, but the venom in your tone was undermined by the way your voice wavered. You hated how his words crawled under your skin, leaving behind a trail of heat you couldn’t ignore.

Before you could pull away, Geto’s hand shifted, his long fingers catching your chin and tilting your face upward, forcing your gaze to meet his. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Enough games, Satoru,” he said, his deep voice steady but edged with something almost possessive. His eyes locked on yours, darker than the night around you, and for a moment, it felt like he was looking right through youâ€”peeling back every layer, exposing everything you tried to hide.

But he didn’t move away. Instead, his gaze lingered, and in that moment, something in his expression shifted. The sharpness softened, replaced by a flicker of intrigue, of something far more dangerous. It made your breath hitch, your pulse stuttering in your chest as the seconds stretched endlessly.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t what you expectedâ€”not demanding, not harsh. It was barely a kiss at all, just the lightest brush of his lips against the corner of your mouth. But it was enough to leave you stunned, your mind blanking as warmth bloomed where his lips had touched. Enough to leave your heart pounding erratically in your chest.

“Call that motivation,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his breath ghosting over your skin. There was an almost smug curve to his lips as he pulled back, his dark eyes unreadable. “Now, let’s go.”

You didn’t have time to process the shock flooding your system before Gojo let out a low whistle, his grin downright sinful. “Suguru, you dog. You can’t just kiss her and act like that’s normal.” He stood in one fluid motion, towering over you, and his gaze flicked to you with a teasing glint. “Now I have to do something, or it’ll look like you’re showing me up.”

Before you could snap at himâ€”or even catch your breath-Gojo leaned down, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. His grin was still there, but his eyes were sharp now, intense in a way that made your stomach twist.

“Don’t look so nervous,” he whispered, his voice low, almost tender. And then he kissed youâ€“softly, lingering just long enough to leave you reeling. His lips were warm and maddeningly gentle, the faintest trace of something sweet lingering behind.

When he pulled away, his grin returned, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. “Now we’re even,” he said lightly, though the weight of his stare told you there was nothing casual about what had just happened.

You sat there, frozen, your mind spinning as the two men straightened and exchanged a glance-something unspoken passing between them. You hated how they seemed to be in perfect sync, how they could take apart your defenses so effortlessly.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Gojo said, offering you his hand, his grin teasing but his tone carrying an edge of finality. “We’re taking you home.”

“Home?” you echoed, your voice faint, barely able to process the word.

“Our home,” Geto corrected, his voice steady and commanding. He stepped behind you, his hand brushing against your lower back, urging you to your feet. “And I’d suggest you don’t try anything stupid. You’re smart enough to know how that’ll end.”

Your legs felt like jelly, but you forced yourself to stand, glaring at both of them even as your resolve wavered. “I hate you both,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth.

Gojo chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulders like this was all some kind of game. “Aw, you’ll love us soon enough,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Everyone does.”

As they began leading you away, you couldn’t stop the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest-anger, frustration, confusionâ€¦ and something far more dangerous that you weren’t ready to name.

And despite yourself, you couldn’t shake the warmth lingering on your lips, or the terrifying realization that this was far from over.

â€”â€”

The drive to their place was silent, the tension floating in the air was palpable. You sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, sandwiched between the two handsome men. The proximity was stifling, their presence too overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from their bodies only made the situation worse. Gojo was as relaxed as ever, one arm draped lazily along the back of the seat behind you while Geto sat with perfect posture, his sharp eyes occasionally glancing your way. Part of you was curious to know how two polar opposite men could work so well in a team together. Perhaps the saying 'opposites attract' was true.

When they pulled into the driveway of their house, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight. The property was secluded, surrounded by tall trees and hidden away from prying eyes. The house itself was modern and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sprawling front yard that screamed wealth and power.

Part of you had an intuition that Gojo owned multiple homes while you were keeping an eye on Megumi, but you never guessed he would own a house this gorgeous.

"You two live here?" you asked, unable to keep the disbelief from your voice. Despite working alongside Toji, you weren't as poor as him since you knew how to manage your money. You were comfortable, but obviously not as comfortable as either of them. Damn.

"Of course," Gojo said, grinning as he slid out of the car and opened your door with an exaggerated bow. "Only the best for the best."

Geto rolled his eyes as he stepped out and gestured for you to follow. "Ignore him. He loves showing off.'

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. Running definitely wasn't one of them, you exhausted that option, so with a resigned sigh, you followed them inside.

The interior was just as impressive as the exterior. The open floor plan showcased sleek furniture, expensive artwork, and a kitchen that looked like it belonged in a high-end restaurant. It was annoyingly perfect, just like Gojo and Geto. How irritating.

Geto led you to the living room and gestured for you to sit on the plush couch with a strong, veiny hand. "You'll be staying here for now," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We have to keep an eye on you as we investigate you for a bit. Know who exactly you are, your motives, and why you are tasked with keeping an eye on the boy Satoru adopted. You'll have everything you need, and no one will find you."

"Generous of you," you muttered, crossing your arms as you sat down with a huff. Perfect. You didn't think to send a help call to Toji while you were fighting them, and now you were going to disappear for a bit. You'll get quite the scolding when you see Toji again.

Geto's lips twitched into a faint smile while he observed your irritation. "It's the least he can do after chasing you halfway across the city."

"Ah, don't listen to him, sweetheart," Gojo interjected, flopping down on the couch beside you, on the same cushion, his long legs sprawled out. "We both know you loved the attention. Admit it-you've never had this much fun before."

You clicked your tongue, shooting him your signature glare. "You're insufferable."

"And you're adorable when you're annoyed," Gojo quipped back, leaning closer. His voice melted into a playful whisper, his breath brushing against your ear, causing a shiver down your spine. "Admit it-you kind of like me, don't you? It wasn't just Megumi who you were keeping an eye on, eh?"

"Satoru," Geto said sharply, his tone a warning.

"What?" Gojo shrugged, pulling back just enough to flash his partner a grin. "I'm just breaking the ice."

Geto's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might actually snap from his partner's antics. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening. "I meant what I said earlier. We're sorry for chasing you. It wasn't personal-it was a job."

You blinked, slightly caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "You have quite the fun of showing it," you muttered, those the venom in your tone had dampened.

Geto's lips curled into a small smile, one that was genuine. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "you're impressive," he said in his deep, velvety tone, his dark eyes locking into yours. "More than I expected. that's why you're still alive, by the way."

Before you could even respond, Gojo let out a low chuckle. "Wow, Suguru, way to charm her. Nothing says 'I'm into you' like, 'You should be dead, but you're not.'"

geto's gaze flicked to Gojo, his smile fading slightly. "And your approach is better?"

Gojo simply grinned, undeterred. "Absolutely. Watch and learn."

Huh?

He turned back to you, his hand suddenly brushing against yours where it rested on your plush thighs. The touch was light, almost accidental, but it sent a jolt through you nevertheless. "We must make a good team, right? I mean, we caught you, Japan's best assassin. That's gotta count for something."

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the way your pulse quickened at his proximity to your thigh. "Congrats. Do you want a medal?"

"I'd settle for a kiss," Gojo said, winking.

"Don't push your luck," you shot back, though the corners of your mouth betrayed a faint twitch upward.

geto's eyes darkened as he watched the exchange, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He leaned back, his arms draping casually over the back of the couch next to you, but there was nothing casual about the way his gaze lingered on you, capturing every curve your body had to offer.

"So what's it going to be?" Geto asked, his voice low and smooth, just for you to hear. "Are you going to keep pretending you're not enjoying this, or are you finally going to admit that you don't hate us as much as you'd like to?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat as Geto shifted closer. His presence was magnetic, and the intensity in his eyes made it hard to look away.

Gojo, never one who wants to be outdone, mirrored his partner's movement, leaning in on your other side. "Careful, Suguru," he said, his tone playful yet carrying a sharp edge to it. "you're starting to sound possessive to the sweetie here."

Geto smirked, his gaze flicking briefly to Gojo before returning to you. "Maybe I am. Who knows?"

The air between the three of you grew heavy, charged with an unspoken challenge. As much as you hated to admit it, the thought of being caught between these two beans was becoming harder and harder to resist with each passing heartbeat.

"So, what now?" you asked, cursing to yourself at how quiet your voice was, waiting in hidden anticipation.

"Now," Geto said, his hand brushing against yours with deliberate slowness, "we make sure you understand just how serious we are."

Gojo's grin turned wicked, and he leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning against your cheek. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll realize you're better off with us than against us, especially when you work for Toji."

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. Of course they knew who you worked for. They were probably feigning ignorance when they pestered you with all of those previous questions.

Gojo's lips were a whisper away from yours, hot breath trickling against your skin. His hand curled under your jaw, tilting your face upward as his thumb brushed along your lower lip. Your body betrayed you, leaning instinctively into his touch, but a dark chuckle from Geto pulled your attention back to him. His hand slid deliberately from your hip to your waist, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"You shouldn't let him have all the fun, you know," Geto said, his voice smooth and velvety, vibrating against your neck as he leaned in just as close as Gojo was. His lips grazed your skin, just below your ear, leaving the faintest of kisses. "He tends to get greedy."

"And you don't?" you managed to whisper, your voice trembling as your heart pounded within your chest.

Geto smirked against your skin, his breath hot against yours. "Maybe, but I've always been better at sharing."

Gojo's grin widened at that, a flash of mischief in his blue eyes. "She's not wrong, Suguru~. You can get pretty greedy-just in quieter ways." The way everything felt, how they touched you, how their gaze lingered a little longer than it should. It made you feel a certain way, a feeling that you couldn't bury even if you tried-not when you were sandwiched between two hot men who captured you.

You want them. No, you need them. holding back and pretending was just too much for you to bear anymore.

Gojo's gaze lingered on your soft lips, admiring them, and a female of lust burned deeply within him. His lips finally claimed yours the second time that night, soft at first, then pressing harder as his confidence grew. His kiss was beautifully dizzying, a mix of passion and playfulness that left you breathless.

Before you could wrap your arms around his neck as he pressed closer to you, before you could lose yourself entirely to him, Geto tugged you back, his fingers brushing along your jawline as he forced you to lock eyes with his sharp gaze. His eyes burned with intensity, darker and more calculated lust than Gojo's wild energy. "Don't forget about me," he muttered before his lips captured yours.

"Hey! Suguru!" came Gojo's whiney voice as he clung onto the dip of your hips, his thumb making soothing circles as your lips were getting devoured by his partner.

Geto's kiss was different-slower, deeper, more deliberate. The way his hand slid up made it clear he wasn't in any sort of rush. his thumb stroked the side of your throat, eliciting a quiet gasp that only turned him on, causing a throaty groan to escape only to be muffled by your lips.

When you pulled back, your lips tingling and your breath uneven, you were beginning to be acutely aware of both men-the way Gojo's slender fingers trailing along the hem of your shirt, Geto's veiny still resting firmly against your throat, squeezing it just enough. Their touches were possessive yet teasing, as if silently daring you to take the lead.

You tried every bit of your fiber to resist them, but you were far too deep in the rabbit hole to back out now. You bit your lip, a soft whimper slipping past as Gojo tugged your shirt a little higher, revealing your bra. With dancing fingers, he unhooked it and let his hand teasingly roam across your boobs, while Geto's mouth pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck.

"Don't keep us waiting, sweetheart," Gojo murmured, his voice thick with desire as his tongue flicked your already hard nipples. "Tell us what you want.”

Part 2 when??? If you want one, ask in the comments

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eddis-not-eeddis · 8 months ago

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I haven't really talked about this a lot on here, though most of my long time mutuals have probably noticed that I've started studying Japanese.

My reason for learning Japanese is that I'm planning to spend next summer in Japan, and possibly even live there long term if things play out right.

Japan is a country with a little over 122 million people. Of those, less than 2% are Christian. In fact, according to the missionaries in the prayer group I belong to, a significant portion of the Christians in Japan are foreigners.

When I first learned of this in February this year, it bowled me over, and I wanted to somehow become involved in Japanese missions, even though at that time I had no plans to become a "missionary."

But as I continued to get involved (joining prayer groups, donating to various missions and missionaries, attending conventions, and making contacts who are active in the mission work in Japan), the more I realized I can't just sit back and do things from the comfort of my own home. Japan is a developed nation, but one missionary working there told me that many Japanese people won't meet a Christian at any point in their life, and if they do, the Christians they meet will likely not share their faith.

To me that's heartbreaking.

So my plan is to go to Japan. I don't know if going as a traditional missionary is something I can do, or even want to do. I have a lot of missionaries in my family, and I've seen a lot of the ways the modern mission model has failed. That said, I'm not opposed to it, if I can find a mission board that will accept me.

I have a lot to do, and a lot of things will have to fall into place before I can make it to Japan, and it will be a very labor intensive and expensive process. I know if this is the work the Lord requires of me, that a way will be provided, but I am still a little daunted.

If I could get prayers towards this area specifically, I would very much appreciate it.

I need the money to get there, I need to be able to find work--either as a missionary, or I must find a job that will let me work overseas--I need to figure out what I'm going to do with my education (do I continue in my current major which doesn't really transfer very well to the Japanese job market), I need to make more connections, I need to do SOOOOOOOOOOO much paperwork, and I need to become fluent in the language.

If you would pray for these things, and that the right doors will be opened for me, and for wisdom throughout this whole process, I would be immensely grateful.

This was never something I had planned on. I'm pretty lost. But God knows the way, and I trust that if he wants me to do this, he will enable me.

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kanagenwrites · 5 months ago

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So. Tuesday sucked.

We've all had a chance to come down from the "what the fuck" of it all, and we're starting to see the usual circular firing squad. Lots of lib centrists are doing everything they can to throw trans people, minorities, and basically anyone who isn't a finance bro under the bus, as is (very tiresome) tradition after both victories and defeats in the Democratic Party. I will be 42 years old in a few months, so this is far from the first time I've seen it, and sadly, I'm sure it won't be the last. To the lib centrists and those carrying water for them: This never works. Please stop trying it. Trans issues were not a major motivator; I'll get into that below. Sit down, kids, it's time for Auntie Kana's Fireside Dialectics.

One thing I've noticed is that a lot of my followers are significantly younger than me. (Imagine that, an audience that skews young on Tumblr.) A lot of you folks probably haven't been following politics for very long, and you've been able to participate in them for even less time than that. For some of you this is probably your first election as an adult, and it kinda feels like everything blew up in your face, doesn't it? I was about your age for 2000, when the election was nakedly stolen by George W. Bush, and not much older for 2004, when despite his disastrous presidency Bush the Younger rode a wave of 9/11-brained racism to the last popular vote victory the GOP had prior to (likely) this year. So I get it. I really do.

If you're living in the USA you have probably had a subpar education in politics and civics. This is largely by design - education is horrendously underfunded and there is a sustained attack on the ability of teachers to even discuss things like the Civil Rights Movement, the legacy of slavery in the United States, the genocide this country was founded on, and so on and so forth. Economic education isn't much better; you very likely got a short lecture on basic supply and demand and an argument-from-authority that "socialism doesn't work." All this combines to leave a lot of folks totally baffled as to how something like this election happens.

But it's pretty simple. It's just material conditions. That's it. What the media isn't telling you (because there's no profit in it, and the media is nothing but a clickbait engine when they aren't open propagandists) is that there has been a massive anti-incumbent wave of elections across the world. How massive? Japan's LDP, which has held power almost uninterrupted since the establishment of Japan's postwar democracy, managed to lose their recent election.

And why are material conditions so shitty? That's a complicated question, but a lot of it is the fact that we had a lengthy period of low inflation followed by a period of extremely high inflation due to the absolutely botched response to the Covid-19 pandemic. A bag of Doritos used to be 2.50, and now it's like 6 bucks. That's worse than all the inflation (and naked price-gouging, because there's a lot of that going on too) I experienced in my life prior to 2020, squeezed into the space of a year or two. This smacks everyone in the face every time they buy groceries, and while the government and the Federal Reserve were doing everything they could to manage inflation (and understand what a big deal it is for me, the anarcho-communist, to say that the US actually did an extremely fucking good job of doing it, because every other country on Earth had it worse than we did), they did fuck all to actually improve the material conditions people were experiencing. Wages were not keeping up with the cost of living, and price-gouging wasn't being dealt with.

Remember the 600 bucks Joe Biden still owes you? The American electorate sure the fuck does. Invisible backrooms liberal wonkery does not connect, regardless of whether it works or not, but going back on a promise? People remember that shit.

It's a rare incumbent that could win in an environment like this, especially when tied to a track record of doing exactly fucking nothing to actually help people from the perspective of the vast majority of the population. Kamala Harris was not that incumbent. She was a singularly uninspiring candidate who failed to connect with voters so thoroughly that she was on track to lose her home state in the 2020 Democratic primary. Nobody liked her (except a few very eager and very loud fans in the K-Hive), and speaking as someone who lives in California, I am not surprised she ate shit. She was a terrible choice for VP and a terrible choice of successor for Biden, but because Biden('s handlers) insisted on pretending he wasn't obviously declining before our very eyes, Harris, a singularly uninspiring candidate, had three months to build and run a campaign.

And it was still weirdly close.

Now, there's two possibilities: Either she actually ran an amazing campaign and it's incredible that it was even this close, or Trump is just so loathsome that even in a massively anti-incumbent environment he didn't bring anyone new to the table. Given that Trump is on-track to receive less votes this time than he did in 2020, and how many of those votes seem to have been cast for Trump and no one else down-ballot, I think it's more of the latter than the former. Trump brought the usual suspects, while Kamala successfully drove away voters that even Joe fucking Biden and Hillary fucking Clinton were able to bring home. Not on the left, not in minority demographics, but across the board. After all, if things are horrible and you're being promised that "nothing will fundamentally change," (literally an early-presidency quote from Joe Biden, whose agenda Kamala Harris 100% aligned herself with) and keeping in mind that the average American voter is not nearly so plugged into the minutiae and the day to day of politics (as evinced by the sudden peak in google searched for "Did Joe Biden drop out?" on Tuesday), why the fuck would you bother to vote?

Hopefully you have a better idea how we got here now. The question, of course, is where do we go from here? I will probably continue posting about this from time to time, especially if there's interest, but my advice is this:

We are still here. We will be here tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, and so on. Plan accordingly.

Things will get fucked up. Things will always get fucked up. That is the nature of things no matter who is running the government. Plan accordingly.

Organize. Develop parallel structures of power and assistance, because the government is likely going to be even more useless to directly assist you than it already was. Our greatest strength is each other, and our ability to care for and help one another.

I have been here before. You will be here again. It always feels like it's the worst thing ever to happen. That never really goes away, but your ability to deal with it, to plan around it, to endure it, and to rise up again on the other side of it and say "No, fuck you" is entirely under your control and within your capabilities. And you will get better at it as you do it. And you are not doing it alone. None of us are.

Do not give up. Do not surrender. This isn't the end, or the beginning of the end, or even the end of the beginning: it just is.

Now go watch a video of a cat doing something cute, or read some smut, or whatever gives you joy. You can't take care of others unless you take care of yourself. That's General Order #1: Take care of yourself.

Solidarity, y'all.

#auntie kana's fireside dialectics

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Why is France in particular so much worse off than many of the other Western countries on this blog? It looks like some of these places haven't been updated in 100+ years to be safe or liveable, and somehow have evidence people still occupy them. I know poverty is the main answer, but it surprised me. I know their buildings are old but some of these people are still using oil lamps.

I'm not completely sure, there are definitely a lot of centuries-old buildings for sale on French listings that look as though they haven't been updated in about as long. Part of it may be cultural and specific to France - it has a huge number of small settlements, most of which date back hundreds of years, with their original housing stock intact. But it probably has something to do with the confluence of a few different factors that affect the kind of listings you find for each country. One factor is how regulated and (relatively) free of corruption the real estate sector is in each country. In the US, for instance, it's regulated enough to make it possible for aggregate websites like Realtor and Zillow (and Redfin, etc.) to exist. I'm not totally clear on the specifics, but I think it has to do with having centralised agencies that track and provide data for sales prices, dates of sale and other property details that ensure a certain level of quality control. This means that listings tend to be more standardised and easier to navigate (for people like me interested in the imagery for reasons outside of the boring, instrumental original function from which they emerged). One thing I've noticed looking through sites from developing countries is that there tend to be a lot of obviously-fake listings, which re-use the same images and which make it a lot harder to find genuine ones. I'd guess having a substantial proportion of real estate transactions taking place in the grey market probably contributes to this (putting less pressure on these sites to be transparent and functional). If it seems like most of the imagery of this blog comes from western (or western-ish) countries that's one of the reasons why.

Cultural and regionally-specific factors are also important. France has a well-regulated housing sector, but so does Australia, which has a totally different feel in terms of the real estate imagery it generates - generally much more polished and artificial. If I had to guess, this probably has to do with how well-oiled the propaganda arm of the real estate industry in my country is; the idea of buying and renovating and speculating on housing as an investment is deeply embedded in the culture here, you see it all over the place on TV, in books, the kinds of things people talk about. Doubtless it has a lot to do with how structurally deep the housing crisis runs and how intractable it seems. I'd guess that it's also directly related to the kind of aesthetic you find: bright, evenly-lit photography using expensive cameras that make shitty overpriced houses look like offices, standardised camera angles (there must be some kind of style guide that like half the realtors here follow), etc. I've spoken to people who criticise real estate listings - which they have no personal stake in - that don't follow these conventions, as though following and reproducing these corporate aesthetic values is somehow virtuous. I'm not familiar with the cultural context in France, maybe it isn't as bad as ours. Some countries just seem to produce more real estate imagery independently of these factors though. I haven't found much in Germany, for instance, which you would think would have a similar housing stock to France. I've found a ton from Georgia and Hungary. Japan, which has a well-regulated housing sector (and presumably an enormous amount of housing being bought and sold), is much harder to find imagery from, partly due to the language barrier, but also to the way in which its main aggregate websites are designed. And maybe cultural reasons come into it as well. Italy has a lot of imagery, though a lot of it is covered in watermarks and other branding, so you have to hunt around. Spain is similar. When I do find imagery from continental Europe it seems like, outside of Germany, most countries have a lot of rough, older housing stock that people still seem to somehow live in, like you described. I haven't found much like this from the UK; I have from Ireland though.

I'm open to the idea that there's much of this sort of imagery from lots of different countries and I just haven't been proactive enough to find it; if anyone has any suggestions on where to look for any country please send them to me. I'm not just interested primarily in decrepit older housing stock, I think it's more of a project of looking for imagery that has aesthetic or artistic or cultural or whatever value and liberating it from the constraints of its work-institutional-instrumental context, and recontextualising it in a setting where those qualities can be drawn out and appreciated. There's a history of artists doing similar things (probably playing on the relationship between art and work), from Gustave Courbet to Andy Warhol to Tracey Emin. If anyone's interested send me an anon and I'll write more about the rationale here.

#anon feedback #France #written feedback #writing

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kanmom51 · 1 year ago

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Moment of clarity (?)

Just sitting here watching Jikook song edits, cause I'm missing the hell out of those two, and couldn't help but think how stupid and futile all the accusations and claims and ensuing discussions about one's reaction to the other, or one's behaviour to the other or any kind of interaction they had that didn't suit what fans (usually solos on either side of the picture) expected of them. You know what I mean. All those judgy claims and comments about how JK reacts or treats JM and vise versa, same about JM 'forcing' himself on JK or the likes of that.

How dumb those people look (and should feel as well if they only had a sliver of common sense) right now.

Inserting themselves into a relationship (whatever form it may have had) to know what these two people were all about, their interactions, their reactions towards each other, without truly knowing them, without seeing anything but a few recorded seconds (all while ignoring not only many other recorded moments but also what they themselves say about each other and to each other).

But you see, this isn't something new to me, and I did address it when answering mostly annoying asks (something I haven't been doing for some time now seeing just how futile it is - you cannot convince the inconvincible).

No.

The reason I had this specific moment of clarity while watching them was because things have changed.

Well, changed since those two have made it as clear as can be that they want and need each other's proximity.

That they will do whatever it takes to not only enlist at the same time, but to do so together. To spend their entire service together. 24/7. Together. Knowing EXACTLY what and how it looks like. Knowing EXACTLY what people (so many of them) will think, even if some will not say it out loud or spell it out. No other member did this with another, and neither of them did it with any other member, how ever close we know them to be. Because no one is closer to them than they are to each other!!

And why don't we add to that, them going on a trip together just before enlistment, to Japan, you know, that same destination they went to back in November 2017. The same trip they both could not stop telling us about.

Yeah, I know there's a travel show coming (which we have no clue what will look like - if vlog-like or actual Bon Voyage style or something in between), and most of what they do could be explained away (and that's the point, they are clever that way), but let's be real here for a sec. The show, it's a very clever way to kill two birds with one stone. Literally. Getting to travel together before enlistment (I can assure you that 90% of what they got up to we will not be seeing, and they travelled first and utmost because they wanted to travel and do it together, and anyone who claims otherwise, that this was forced in some way on one or both of them is an idiot, well they probably also believe that they enlisted together against their wills) all while under the guise of doing it for work, and at the same time creating content to be released while they are away. It's a win win, or like I said, two birds one stone.

So yeah, their travelling will be in a show, but they travelled together because they wanted to travel together and not because there was content to be made. Content being the bi product of their genius idea of guising their trip as work...

Bottom line, point I wanted to make here with all of this is that those dissecting every single moment between them miss the whole picture. It's not about this moment or another. It's about what they bring together as a big picture, one that they have been telling us and showing us for years now. And if we didn't see or hear it before, well they made sure we would now.

Because being together during these 18 months was more important to them than hiding who they are and what they mean to each other.

Fuck the consequences (and fuck the haters too - JM literally said it in SMF pt. 2)...

#Jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin #jm #jungkook #jk

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epickiya722 · 1 year ago

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Before anyone gets on my case and think I'm jumping on the "Gojo is racist" bandwagon because "I hate Gojo" I'm telling you right now that I'm not saying he's racist. I don't even hate Gojo. In fact, I am a fan.

But I'm not gonna act like that man is so pure or Gege is always have it out for him.

What Gojo said is racist, but more so out of ignorance. And it is not the first time he said something ignorant to Miguel. So the scene in 255 isn't out of nowhere it just feels like it is because some of you probably haven't read the JJK 0 manga. 255 is more so a continuation.

This happens in the manga.

Gojo compares Miguel to a real life kickboxer and comedian, Bobby Ologun. This scene's dialogue is changed in the movie. I don't know why, probably because Bobby has some controversy surrounding him about assault charges in 2020, a year before the JJK 0 movie came out.

Now, before anyone goes "that's not ignorant, that's not racist", shush and take this from a view from a BLACK PERSON.

Bobby Ologun is a popular TV personality in Japan. Gojo sees what how Black people are on television. He grew up in a sheltered household and even after probably never interacted with a Black person until Miguel.

Saying "he's talking like he's Bobby Ologun" is putting is not what you say to a Black person. It's the assumption that Miguel, a Black person, knows this other Black person. It's the "every Black person knows every Black rapper".

And when we don't? It's assumed that Black person isn't a "true Black person" or "not acting Black".

I have had bad experiences with this. People like to act surprised that I'm a full Black person because "Oh my gosh your hair is so curly" and "but you're not ghetto" and "you're so sweet" and "you're so light skinned" and "you like anime". And when I tell them that I'm not mixed or another race they hit me with the "are you sure"? I'm born Black, my parents are both Black. Both of their parents are Black. I am Black, it's not up for debate!

Gojo unintentionally placed Miguel in a box by comparing him to another Black person who just so happens to also be African. I never been to Africa, but I know a Nigerian African isn't the same as Kenyan African. (Miguel is from Kenya.) Just because they're both African Black men doesn't mean Miguel has heard of the guy.

There's no such thing as a Black person "not acting Black". A Black person not displaying the stereotypes you think applies what to "what a Black person is" doesn't make that person any less Black.

They were born Black, that what makes them Black. But that doesn't mean we are all the same. Miguel is right. He isn't special because he's Black. He's special because he is him. This is even more explicit when you remember that jujutsu and curses are common in Japan, but not in other places. Miguel just so happens to be a rare case. It's like how Yuji was able to suppress Sukuna when it's an one in a million chance of survival.

So now the "Gojo is racist" jokes aren't funny? Because some of you were quick to laugh the first time when JJK 0 came out and the Black guy got a combo from your pale skinned fave. So now that the Black guy had to school your favorite on being ignorant, it's not funny? "Gege is trying to create chaos" or maybe you didn't pay attention the first time.

Or maybe you don't like the seeing reality that some of you are like this. Maybe you're that person who is quick to assume every Black person you cross is an athlete. Probably threw a slur or two at a Black person in the JJK fandom (and others) in their inbox.

Could you be upset because you were wrong that Miguel didn't die this chapter as you assumed and he actually showed out on Sukuna and survived? Mad because he got the spotlight? (Like how some of you were so sure Maki died of a Black Flash even though everyone else survived one, but okay.) "Damn it, the Black guy didn't die." Is that how you're feeling?

Some of you are acting as if Gege really dragged out that scene with ten pages or something. It was just a quick scene. And it's not like Gojo didn't apologize and learned from it.

Again, I love Gojo, I do. But let's not act like sometimes he's a little too arrogant and ignorant and he rightfully so should be brought back to reality. He's flawed. He's not some pure person. He grew from how he was as a teenager, but he still has this bad habit of being inconsiderate of how others around him feel.

Take Utahime for example. He constantly calls her weak. She has every damn right to hate his guts. She's not "confused about her feelings" and it's not "Oh my gosh, so romantic". He's an ass and he's disrespectful. He has no reason to call her weak. She has more experience than him given she is older than him.

It was a long time fucking coming anyways.

#again i adore gojo but he is a goofy ass #sometimes he needs someone to put him in his place #otherwise how would he get better?#just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 255 #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #miguel #miguel jjk #miguel oduol #gojo satoru #satoru gojo

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thehusbandoden · 2 years ago

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The Last Straw -Shoto x Reader Angst to Fluff

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.. I started working on a request, and then some ideas for a few others and that took all my time, and now I'm in a block and it's really really annoying >.<

This was written a while ago, but I wasn't that confident in it so I decided not to post, but I guess I'll just post it now, so sorry if it sucks </3 | also I had 0 idea what to put for the title :')

Angst to fluff | Fluff(??) ending | 1,497 words

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, cruel words, Shoto being a jerk, self hate, guilt, a teeny bit of self harm (Shoto scratching his face), self doubt, Shoto hating himself :(, kinda open ending but not necessarily

You and Shoto have known each other since middle school. You dated for four years, and have been married for three. You both love one another dearly, and have memorized each other's patterns, habits, preferences, pet peeves, and everything in-between. And besides the rare arguments your life was a dream. Filled with laughter and happiness. Your husband did his very best to provide the best life for you, and he sure did deliver. You were happy, very happy. Key word 'were'.

As crime rates grew higher (ik ik I'm sorry this is probably old >.< <3) the pro heroes gained more hours. And Shoto being the top 3 in Japan led him to take a large portion of the work load. Leaving him with only a few hours to care for his basic needs, let alone a relationship. It was draining really, but you persevered, knowing that it wasn't personal, and that it might would go back to normal soon.

Except, it didn't. It went on for months, and you were crumbling. You would wake up at six to get ready for work to see Shoto dead asleep, arm splayed across your form, face buried into your shoulder. You would smile sadly, kissing his hand softly. After a few minutes of admiring your charming prince, you'd move him to his body pillow that totally did NOT have a cute pic of you giving him an in-love smile on one side and a seductive look on the other, which he grasped onto, burying his face into the pillow which smelt like you.

After work you'd get home to make dinner for two, putting Shoto's portion into a bento for tomorrow. After that you do the chores, relax, and then go to bed, alone. It was tiring, really. Even on his one day off he just slept and you had work so you couldn't even cuddle with him. It was really starting to wear you down. And after the total crap day, you lost it. Instead of going to bed on time like you usually do, you decided to rage clean the house, knocking down all of your 'to do's.

Clean out the fridge?

Check.

Reorganize the pantry?

Check.

Sort through all the piled up mail and emails?

Check.

Deep clean all the furniture and carpets?

Check.

After all of this, you finally admired your work before glancing at the clock; 3:53. Cursing, you quickly move to get to bed, only stopping as you hear the front door creak open. Freezing, your eyes grew wide -and hopeful- as Shoto walked in, a few bruises scattering his body.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his suit was soaked with grime from the day. His eyes were exhausted as he took in your frozen form, not quite recognizing how late you stayed up. As you studied your husband, you noticed how dark his eye bags were, and how his exhausted eyes raked across you, sinking in the sight. You blushed as you realized you were only wearing your undergarments and one of Shoto's shirts.

"Sho-"

"What are you doing awake?" Shoto asked, moving inside and closing the door.

"I had a crap day and-" you paused as you heard Shoto scoff as he moved to disregard his hero costume, setting the gear onto the newly cleaned floor.

"Why.. why did you scoff at me?" You ask, confusion and hurt consuming your thoughts.

"It's nothing y/n."

"It's not nothing Sho."

"Just drop it y/n."

"Fine! I will."

"Finally." Shoto murmured, causing you to swerve your head toward him.

"Finally?! What is that supposed to mean?"

"Gosh y/n! Just leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?! Shoto- we've hardly talked to one another in months!"

"Are you implying that that's my fault?! I have to work y/n! We can't survive on your wage now can we?" Shoto spat, heterochromatic eyes filled with anger.

"I'm just saying that it's unreasonable for you to get mad at me talking to you, when the last time we talked in person was when I dropped off your forgotten bento two weeks ago. Which made me late, and caused my crappy boss to scream at me. But I didn't complain, because I got to talk to you."

"I'm exhausted y/n. I just want to sleep. I'm sorry you got yelled at, but it's your fault for annoying me at work. Punctuality is important. Maybe your lack of it is the reason why you didn't get accepted as a hero."

At Shoto's words you just stood there, mouth agape. Your failure at becoming a hero was a huge insecurity of yours, and you trusted Shoto to comfort you, to be supportive of your heart crushing failure and help you get over it. But, instead he's just rubbing it in your face.

"T-that's not fair and you know it."

"Oh yeah? I think it's more than fair. In fact, I have a lot more to say to you if you're going to be like that."

"Excuse me?! What the heck is wrong with you!?"

"You're what's wrong with me. Moron!"

Your voice caught in your throat as tears threatened to spill. Unaware of your distressed state, Shoto went on, spitting insults with such venom that he didn't sound like himself.

"You're completely useless y/n. All you ever do is spend money and nag me."

"Your 'job' isn't worth anything compared to mine. If you were useful enough to become a hero you'd at least make something. But no~ instead you played around, got bad grades, and snuck into a boy's dorm. Distracting him from success."

"You do nothing in this house that I payed for."

While Shoto went on and on the tears fell down your face. As Shoto's words grew harsher and more venomous he took a step forward, backing you into a wall, step by step. As your back hit the wall you called out to Shoto who didn't even seem to hear you.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I MARRIED SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"

"SHOTO STOP IT! YOU'RE SCARING ME!" As you screamed at him you broke down in sobs, body sinking to the floor. Shoto froze as he heard your sobs, finally being pulled to the moment he looked down in horror to see your shaking, sobbing form. As he stood there stunned, all of his words knocked him to his knees, leaving him hyperventilating as he clutched at his aching heart.

Did he.. really say all.. of those horrid things.. to you? As he remembered every word that he said and your face as he said them he completely broke.

His screams echoed through the night, drowning out your retched sobs.

Your sobs slowed as you looked up, concerned for your love. Yes, he hurt you. A lot. But you still cared for him, and you knew that if he was left to his own thoughts he'd imagine something bigger. Something terribly horrifying.

So, moving to your knees, you moved your body to his, his face buried to the floor as he screamed. "Sho baby.." you whisper, tears falling down your face at his broken state. When he didn't respond, you gently placed a hand onto his shoulder.

As soon as he recognized your touch he jerked away, rolling away from you pitifully.

"NO! GO AWAY! I-I-I'LL HURT YOU AGAIN-" At his own words he broke down in sobs, nails clawing at his face savagely.

"Shoto stop that!" You exclaim, lunging to grab his hands. Shoto just weakly resisted, attempting to pull his hands out of yours and toward his face, whispering the words "no" and "leave" repeatedly.

After a while his sobs ceased, and he just let you hold his hands, which you did so gently, caressing them lovingly as you gazed into the broken eyes of your beloved. His eyes were blank, as if the burden of hurting you caused him to pass away silently.

But you could tell by his small breaths and the warmth of his hands that he's only attempting to cope. After a while you were drifting to sleep when your attention was grasped by Shoto's hoarse voice.

"Y/n.. I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me.. I'll understand if you want to leave."

"Sho Baby.. I'm not going to leave you. And thank you for your apology. But.. you hurt me, a lot. And no, no you are not like your father and no you are not a terrible person nor husband. You just made a mistake. Everyone does. And I know that I've messed up in the past. And did you leave me? No. You stayed, and we worked things through together. Shoto, we will go back to normal. And you will learn from your mistakes, okay? So please, please don't hate yourself. If you beat up on my baby then you'll hurt me further."

Shoto just nodded, eyes tearing up again as he wrapped his larger form around you, nuzzling his face into your neck desperately.

Yeah I don't know, I felt like I rushed the ending?? Hope you enjoyed!

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