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rexhya · 1 month ago

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note ;; hey..this fandom is a little scary, dont shoot...

ps ;; this is 9k words ( sorry 😞 i'll try and stick to 5k from now on )

ВЕЕР BEEP BEEP BEE-

You slammed your fist on your alarm clock, groaning your way out of bed and into the kitchen for some food.

It was terribly cold this time of year and the chill of your apartment wasn't making it any better, usually you'd be on vacation by now, lounging on a tropical island far away from the freezing place you loved to call home.

Unfortunately for you however, you weren't able to plan another trip this year, your schedule packed to the brim with meetings and budget arrangements for the company you worked for Samson & Samsen.

They were one of the most high paying a efficient hybrid distribution companies across the country, and although it was typically rated highly as one of the more "humane" places for hybrids to stay until they could be adopted, there were always folks trying to break or bends rules, especially with your furry counterparts.

That's where you came in specially trained in HHR ( Human and Hybrid Resources) to make sure those rules were properly enforced which is why you were stuck here, busy as could be for the next 2 months until summer arrived.

You spit the toothpaste out of your mouth and slip into a blazer and dress pants, brushing off any stray dust particles and crawling your way out of the door, work bag in hand.

It was a good thing your job allowed so much flexibility as far as hours went, if you were being honest it's pretty funny everytime you walk in unexpectedly and suddenly everyone is on their best behavior.

It wasn't long before you arrived, briefly relishing in the terrified look on people's faces as you entered the building.

"Ah, [Namel good to see you."

"Good to see you too Kento, everything in working order?"

Kento nodded, his leopard printed tail swishing in agreement. "Yup, just got a new shipment actually so this is perfect timing. They want you to check it out and see which ones are good to go."

You sighed at this causing a deep chuckle to rise from the man in front of you. "Thanks, i'll just go right now, you have a nice day for me yeah?"

He only nodded his head in understanding and immediately you began heading in the opposite direction towards the casing rooms.

In hybrids it was common for stray ones to be caught and put into holding cells and into huge companies like yours. They were used as a way to regulate what were called "wild hybrids" and "civil hybrids".

“Wild hybrids” were typically seen as aggressive and or loud but sometimes a leery attitude could be mistaken for hostility, which is why it was your job to make sure a “wild” hybrid was really, in fact, wild.

Along with managing general order you were also required to observe and evaluate the conditions of each and every hybrid that came into Samson & Samsen and then from there see which ones were going to be able to integrate into society and which ones were not.

The only problem was they came in almost 20 at a time, and each assessment could take as long as 10 minutes just to be sure.

This would be a long day.

You pushed your way down to the casing rooms, peering at each opening and already feeling exhausted, this looked like at least 40 hybrids you would need to talk to, not to mention the paperwork, lord have mercy.

You cracked your neck softly and made your way over to the first cage. Now this was interesting, inside lay a pure white snow leopard prancing around in its animal form until its eyes turned towards you.

"Hello there..." You glanced down at your clipboard, "Gojo, it's nice to meet you, my name is [Name] . Today I'll be checking to see whether you're fit or not. Is that okay?" you smiled at him peering at his razor sharp teeth as he gave a long drawled yawn.

"Sure."

You pressed your chair closer to go over the basic questions with him. "Great! Okay let's see, hmm how old are you?"

"23"

"And your name?"

"Don't you already have it? I'm perfectly fine anyways so can we just speed past this part please?" he said almost exasperated.

Your eye twitched, if this was how all the hybrids would be this was going take longer than you anticipated. "Your name please?"

He rolled his eyes but spoke anyway, "Gojo Satoru."

"Good, good, It says here you were found near Park Palace, why is that?"

“I was just caught snooping and got caught now I'm here, that's it really.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Really? That's all, surely you must have had somewhere you were staying before this."

"Nope, been nothing, nowhere all my life." Gojo snapped, his fluffy tail flicking in irritation.

You nodded, this story wasn't uncommon in hybrids, many people didn't take kindly to the sudden mutations that occurred almost 30 years ago and many were cast away, left to fend for themselves however you had a feeling this may not have 100% applied to Gojo.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you Gojo sir, you're in great condition for someone who's been living on the streets that is."

Gojo tensed at your words but you only smiled, it was way more likely that he ran away from an owner but you didn't need to press matters like this. It was only your responsibility to make sure he was able to live harmoniously with humans and that was it. He was irritable, but harmless.

“Well it’s the truth.”

"I understand, I’m under the impression you came here just recently? It’s illegal for hybrids to roam about without an owner, I’m assuming you're just here for the cold season?”

There was a flicker of fear in his eyes before it returned to its original state. “Yeah, just visiting.”

You nodded, which for some reason seemed to irritate him more, “And you are a snow leopard correct?”

He nodded again, a blatant wash of fear coming over him. It was highly suspicious for a snow leopard to be this far out of the icy tundra from which they came from, why would anyone much less a hybrid with such a high chance of getting caught and captured by people much less nicer than yourself take a chance and run that far?

What could possibly be so bad?

“Yup.” his voice wavered for a moment, the fear still visible in his eyes but you had no further questions.

“Great well, I suppose that’s it then! Oh and one last thing, I need to see you once in your human form, just as a caution." Gojo's face scrunched up in disgust and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh don't worry, there should be a cover behind you. I only need a few seconds." Gojo suddenly looked embarrassed, scrambling to get the towel over towards himself.

His human form was just as beautiful as animal one, piercing blue eyes, a build carved from Aphrodite herself and flowy white hair that reached his eyes. You had seen beautiful hybrids before but this man was ethereal to say the least.

His tail and ears were still visible, along with the abnormally long claws some hybrids could show and retract. He was wary of you but that was normal as well, to them it probably looked like you were trying to belittle them by putting them in cages, but it was all a part of protocol, one you had yet to break.

“Is that all?” Gojo’s voice shook you from your thoughts.

You blinked and began to stand up, “Yes, thank you for your cooperation. I’ll see you soon.”

He didn't say anything, but you could feel his eyes trailing you to the next case.

Flicking, flitterting, but always landing on you.

✦ ✦ ✦

Gojo was pissed. His plan had gone to shit and now he was a sitting duck waiting to die in these cages he had heard so much about.

Despite the situation however, he was glad his captor was easy on the eyes, for some reason he had expected a disgusting looking man, fat with a dreadful stink bursting from his body. This was not the case however, instead there was a woman, a rather beautiful woman who had only asked him a few questions, some of which he answered dishonestly but was relieved when she didn't press it despite catching him in a lie.

The biggest surprise however was how quickly he was let go, when he was forced to transform into his human form he was sure he’d be caught, a wave of shame rushing over him when he had made a face at your request.

Disobedience is never rewarded Satoru.

The words rang clearly in his ears, yet despite how mean he was you had only laughed and directed him to cover up, an act of kindness he’d never forget. And most of all, you hadn't recognized him in the slightest bit, there was no look of surprise or blatant shock before making an excuse to tell a higher up, you had simply nodded when he asked if this was all, getting up to finish the rest of your job a few meters away.

Had he really done it? Had he really gone far enough, despite fucking it up in the end?

Or was it a trap, maybe you were a specialist trained in all sorts of situations involving highly wanted hybrids and you had simply acted on instinct. Making him believe he was safe but in reality the whole lot would be marching in to snatch him away this very second.

Fuck his paranoia was seriously getting to him.

“Gojo sir?” About an hour had passed before his name was called, a little short woman with a clipboard similar to yours walking towards him.

He grunted in response, shuffling backwards into the wall.

“Congratulations, you’ve just been adopted! We’d like you to meet your new owner please!”

✦ ✦ ✦

1 hour Earlier

“Hello it's nice to meet you, my name is [Name]. Today I'll be checking to see whether you're fit or not. Is that okay?" You sighed into the monotonous words, repeating the same thing over and over really caused things to lose its flavor.

“Of course.” A deep purr could be heard from the cage in front of you, inside an inky black jaguar could be seen swishing its tail high up in the air. You were surprised to see another exotic in this bundle of creatures. At most you would come across 1 every 2 sets you had, but two in the same one? Now that’s a first.

“Great, now just a few basic questions, how old are you?”

“24”

“And your full name?”

“Geto Suguru.”

“I see, I see, and what’s brought you here today Geto sir? It says here you were caught near the ruins of Baltic city, pretty wild place for a jaguar, no?”

“I wasn't there purposefully, it was shady business and I was just checking it out, then your guys came and loaded a bunch of us up, tranqed some too, I got grouped in.”

“Is that so, well where were you before then? Did you have a home or did someone own you?”

The mammal growled, looking irritated that you’d asked him in the first place. His answer was as expected, “Yeah I had someone before but he’s gone now.”

“I see, when you say gone do you mean—”

“He’s dead, gone as in dead.”

You nodded, this also wasn't an uncommon occurrence for hybrids. You didn't know what it was like living on the harsher sides of the city, especially for exotics like Geto who probably had been fought over countless times in ownerships. Things got complicated when hybrids had no known parents and there wasn't exactly a hybrid foster home system since so many people were afraid to even be near one. Usually it was left up to people to place them and wait for buyers but of course there were always illegal dealerships who did essentially what you did just not as ethically.

If this man-animal did murder his owner, Kento would open a case and it would be handled quickly. Usually things involving illegal backgrounds were simple and easy. Find the hybrid a home, make sure any accomplices don’t go unfound. The government usually ruled out hybrids innocent because of the not so secret military power they wanted to build with the stronger individuals. Keeping as many hybrids out of jail as possible.

“Right well, are you injured? If so, I can have you transferred to a medic station.”

He shook his head and so you continued on, trying to piece together the type of person he was. “Okay, and just to be clear you are a black jaguar?”

“Yes, born and raised in the jungle itself.”

Your head perked up in surprise, “Really? Well would you like to tell me about it? I can always make arrangements or find a way for you to be transferred back if that’s what you desire.”

“I’m kidding.”

You blinked. “Oh, well in that case I just need one more thing from you, I need to see you in your human form for just a few seconds okay?”

Luckily you didn't face any complaints with Geto, his body shifting from the large animal to the (relatively) smaller frame in his half human form.

His eyes were a deep onyx black, which for some reason reminded you of Gojo, his complete opposite. Maybe because he was just as beautiful and equally as aloof as his white hairdc counterpart. Only his hair fell in ebony black strands much farther past his eyes, from what you could see it reached almost toward the base of his tail.

All that hair would look so pretty in a braid.

You shook your thoughts away, nodding for him to transform back, only he didn't. He just kept watching you, a bit curious you tilted your head at him to ask. “Is there something you need Geto sir?”

Geto hesitated for a moment, “No nothing.”

You blinked and he continued to stare. “Well okay then, I’ll see you soon then.”

✦ ✦ ✦

Geto was glad when he was caught. I’d meant his plan had gone perfectly. The rest of the people had just been by chance, it was the perfect distraction while he took care of business.

“Right well, are you injured? If so, I can have you transferred to a medic station.”

He shook his head, he was least away from the one needing medical attention by now. He was glad most cases involving hybrids were overlooked and covered with money. It was one of the few times being a hybrid had worked to his advantage.

“Oh right, and before I forget I need to see you in your human form for just a few seconds okay?” he had almost not heard what you said, but soon complied.

You’d seemed satisfied with him, a distant look coming on your face. It was hard for him to look away, so much so that you had to question him about it.

“No nothing.” It was better he kept his mouth shut. It was better he didn't creep out any employees he might be in need of later.

“Well okay then, I’ll see you soon Geto.”

He said nothing as you walked away, his eyes steady and firm on you.

✦ ✦ ✦

You were just about to exit the building when Kento, someone you’d usually be glad to see caught you before you could leave.

“[Name] just who I was looking for, sorry to bother you about this and just when your shift is about to end but it’s important.”

You draped your head downwards, dramatically dragging your feet on the floor as you followed him towards wherever he was taking you. This elicited a laugh from Kento to which you smiled at.

“So what's all this about anyway?” you said, adjusting your bag.

“I’ll show you.” Kento had led you to his office where he began ruffling through some papers and pulling out an envelope with your name on it. What was more interesting however was the stamp on the corner of the letter, a bright gold square with a cursive letter S&S in the center.

That stamp could mean many of a few different things, one, you had somehow someway done a deed so highly of praise, S&S’s founding location itself had contacted you and wanted to reward you accordingly, though this had only ever happened once in the 5 years that you had been working here.

Two, you were being transferred, by personal request to a different location that held either children hybrids or adult criminal hybrids and would need special training and supervision to get accustomed too. Though usually when that happened, it was during layoffs, where people like you were spared in the job hunts and were given opportunities as such.

Both of those were out of the question but unfortunately you had never witnessed what it was like to have a 3rd option, not in your experience at least. So what could it be? No way to find out but to open it.

Inside was a sheet of paper that read,

Dear [First Name] [Last Name],

This may seem a bit unexpected, which truthfully speaking it is, however our team here at S&S along with some of your coworkers have decided you are the best candidate for this position. A tip from an anonymous user has led us to believe there are currently 2 unique predator hybrids located at your building right now.

In recent times as you know, exotic hybrids are being more and more hunted from buyers with too much money on their hands, both the exotic hybrids that you have currently are confirmed runaways and if they aren't adopted in the next 48 hours, a case will open and they'll have to be returned to whomever they came from, no matter the circumstances.

In any case we would like to stop this from happening meaning you, [Name] are being asked to temporarily adopt these new hybrids and of course you will be rightfully compensated. You are of course free to decline this offer there is no obligation whatsoever.

I [First Name] [Last Name] accept this invitation and now temporarily want to become the owners of these hybrids.

Signature: _______________________________________

I [First Name] [Last Name] DO NOT accept this invitation and DO NOT temporarily want to become the owners of these hybrids.

Signature: _______________________________________

You take a moment and try to let the ink of the words sink in. They don't so you turn towards your coworker. “Did you know about this?”

Nanami gives you a strange look, “I don’t enjoy sifting through my coworkers' mail.”

You shake your head, of course he wouldn't, how could anyone have seen something like this coming? You sure as hell didn't, “Look at this.”

Nanami gently takes the paper from your hand letting his eyes trail across the sheet. “Peculiar...”

“Right? You take the paper back and stare at it for a moment longer. Taking in a hybrid? And not just one but two? Oh, and not to mention both are exotic? It wasn't like you didn’t have the knowledge or experience but it still sounded challenging nonetheless. The letter had been vague on purpose, a trick used to gain your approval before you could see all the details but by then you'd be tied into whatever they had you doing. Like how long was temporary going to be? And why exactly did S&S want to be involved with two highly desirable hybrids anyways. Who were these “coworkers” that had recommended you? So many questions, little to no answers, and money couldn't bribe you at this point, S&S had never been cheap with their checks anyhow.

There was something nagging at you though, something they had mentioned in the letter, no matter the circumstances. No matter the circumstances they would have to go back, was there something more to this? Could these hybrids possibly be in danger? They were runaways after all.

“Do you know how long I can wait before I have to answer?”

“If it didn't say, it means immediately.”

Great, there was virtually no information on how this would work, I mean you’d never ever even adopted a pet before, much less a hybrid. Maybe that was a problem, it was awfully quiet in that house of yours, maybe this could change that?

You turned towards Kento, “Get me a pen please?”

✦ ✦ ✦

Present

Satoru couldn't believe his ears, adopted? A surge of panic coursed through him, it was too soon too early. Had they found him already? But that was impossible, he’d done so much and gotten so far this couldn’t be the end could it?

Fortunately for him it wasn’t.

“Gojo, meet [Name] your new owner!” The lady from before introduced you but he already knew who you were.

You were [Name] the woman who’d spared him. You shuffled awkwardly in place before the latch inside to his cage was let open.

In the short while that you were gone they had given him a thin pair of clothes and a plate of food, the clothes were uncomfy but the eggs and bacon had a nice flavor to them. They had also given him a collar, which he was used to but still wasn't any less uncomfortable any time he had to put one on.

He stood there for a moment, watching as you spoke to the other woman. You didn't seem like a bad person but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover. The two of you finished up talking and she handed you a basket with a few basic needs for hybrids. Gojo scowled at the baby blue leash sitting inside but thankfully you made no moves to grab it. It was already humiliating enough standing there waiting for you to be finished. He didn't want to walk out with a leash also.

When you finally turned towards him his stomach flipped with anxiety. “Hey again, this is probably pretty sudden for you I know, it is for me too but we have to make a pit stop before we can go home, follow me?.”

Home, the word felt foreign to him. Which made no sense because all his life he’d had a home. It wasn't a perfect one for sure but they had fed him everyday, given him clean clothes and a bed to sleep on, not to mention the countless amounts of people that catered to him constantly. He was never short of something he needed or wanted. And yet he could still never call the place his home.

He was walking besides you for a moment before he remembered and subtly made his way behind you.

You turned your head backwards but decided on not saying anything.

Gojo, relieved, began pressing his thumbs into his hands.

✦ ✦ ✦

You were almost certain you'd already fucked up the relationship with your new hybrid. He hadn’t said a word since you’d gotten him and much like in the cage he’d had this perpetually sour look on his face. He had even moved behind you at one point and for a moment you were going to comment on it but realized that he was probably uncomfortable.

This was going to be harder than you thought.

“Okay, we're here, thank you Sana.” Sana nodded and unlocked the cage, waving goodbye as Geto stepped out.

You gulped, silently praying this would go well.

“Hello, guess I was back sooner than we thought, haha.”

Radio silence, fantastic.

“Anyway, I should introduce you two, Gojo meet Geto, Geto this is Gojo. I’m your new owner [Name], and again this is probably pretty sudden considering you both just got here but don't worry I have enough space for the both of you, and I think I have some extra clothes also. I can explain more when we get home. ”

Still nothing. Were all hybrids this quiet? If so, you’d never noticed. Now that they weren't forced to talk to you it seemed they weren't going to at all. Which was fine, it wasn't much different from how your regular life was though it was still pretty uncomfortable under the hovering eyes of Gojo and the immovable stare of Geto.

You cleared your throat and fumbled to carry both baskets. Suddenly a very embarrassed feeling came over you, partially because you were still struggling with the basket and partially because of how unequipped you felt for all this.

“Here let me help you,” were the first words you had heard from him since you met him. Geto took his basket from you while Gojo took the other. That probably meant they didn't completely hate you right?

“Thank you, let's go to the car shall we?” They followed you without another word.

✦ ✦ ✦

It was early evening when you pulled into the driveway, and Geto was in awe to say the least. You hadn't been joking when you said they’d be comfortable in your home. Inside was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Dark oak wood floors, a rounded out couch with a huge platform sized TV in front of it shelves of books on a separate wall and goodness was that a chandelier? Despite the luxury and sheer vastness of your home it still felt homey, lived in to say the least. Most of all, it was clean, he could tell you took good care of your things.

He’d been surprised when he’d heard the news, he was expecting to get adopted sooner or later, just not so soon of course. He had been pleasantly surprised when you were the one taking him in. There was practically no paperwork surrounding the adoptions of hybrids so of course your home was available to him right away, the only thing was of course, he didn't know he wouldn't be alone.

“Well, we're here! Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll go and get those clothes for you.” You left the two of them in your family room which couldn’t have been more awkward for him at least.

Geto side stepped and sat on the edge of a loveseat while Gojo simply looked around, his tail flickering nervously against his legs. He’d never seen a snow leopard hybrid before, which made sense in theory, snow leopards would probably live near the snow. So what was he doing here? He hadn't even sat down yet, Geto could smell the anxiety on him.

“Nice place huh?”

Gojo’s head whips toward the jaguar in surprise, and there's a pause before he answers, “Yeah, it's nice.”

“Never seen a snow leopard before, where are you from?” Gojo's face tensed as he finally sat down.

“Up North, I came here just recently.” For some reason, Geto couldn't help but feel like he was lying.

“Mm, so where’d they find you then?”

“Nowhere really, just near the park n’ stuff. What about you?”

“Got caught on accident, they tranqued me before I could do anything.” This was partially a lie, he had been caught and tranquilized, just not by accident.

“Caught? Doing what?”

Geto snorted at that, “Well what do you think?”

Gojo’s face contorted into a vicious pink, suddenly feeling embarrassed he looked away from the long haired male.

“Well how should I know? I just met you today.” This couldn't have been more true.

Before he could answer, you walked back to the room with a few articles of clothing in hand. “Sorry about the wait, I was trying my best to find something that would reach past your ankles haha.”

Geto nodded at your figure as you handed him the outfit. You had changed into a long sleeve shirt and pants, both of them Christmas themed.

“You can follow me to your rooms and take turns with the bathroom, there are some extra toothbrushes under the sink.”

They both followed you till they were in the upstairs hallway which unsurprisingly was just as lavishly beautiful as the downstairs. Your room was in the middle of the two guest rooms the two of them could pick from, Gojo was already heading towards the far right side so he took that as his que to head left.

The bathroom was between yours and Gojo’s room but he didn't need to shower just yet. Inside his room was a queen size bed along with a dresser, an empty closet and a drawer next to his bed and yet somehow it still looked unrealistically beautiful. Geto flopped on his bed for a moment, pulling off his pants and shirt to slip your choice of outfit, which thankfully were just regular pajamas. The pants sat slightly too low on his hips because of his tail but it wasn’t like he could just cut a hole into them his first day here.

A long sigh escaped his lips as he walked back outside and was greeted to a white haired hybrid walking out at the same time. Gojo’s eyes immediately began flickering across his entire body, his eyes, his hands, his chest, his lips, his eyes. It was like watching a hummingbird drink nectar.

“[Name] told us to meet her downstairs when we were finished.” His voice came out watery a moment before he cleared it. Geto nodded then pointed at the bathroom, signaling he would be out in a moment.

Getos eyes narrowed as Gojo’s slim figure disappeared, his white flowy tail sticking out of the top of his pants, looks like he couldn't cut a hole either.

✦✦✦

Gojo was nervous as fuck to say the least, he had acted tough in the cage wrongfully under the impression he would never see you again. A facade he’d put forth to shoo you away and now here you were inviting him into his home the very same day you met him. Adopting him the very same day you met him.

This was unreal.

Your house thankfully was spacious enough for him not to feel claustrophobic and so was his room, it was simply the sheer thought of you having a bad impression of him that caused his anxiety. Not to mention Geto who he hadn't a clue what to think about. His spine had jolted when he turned away from him, Getos eyes trailing his backside as he descended the stairs.

The shirt you’d given him was just slightly too small, leaving a sliver of skin between his hips and belly button exposed and no matter how much he would try and pull it down it just kept riding back up. Gojo took a deep breath, before he exited the hallway mentally trying to hype himself up for the conversation.

Your back was turned to him when he entered the family room, it looked like you were looking for something on the floor.

Your head perked up when you saw him, a pleasant smile appearing on your face, “Oh you're back, sorry I lost my purse, it has all my cards in it, I was just about to ask you what you wanted to eat? I can order in whatever you guys want.”

You apologized a lot, Gojo noticed. You also smelled weirdly good, his nose twitching at the aroma that suddenly began wafting towards him. “I’ll wait till he gets down here if that's okay with you.”

“Yeah of course! Now if I could just find my purse..” You mumbled your Christmas themed pajamas stretching as you looked under the couch.

He looked away quickly, don't be a fucking pervert Satoru.

“I can help you find it.” Gojo blurted suddenly, a surge of confidence coursing through him. Your eyes snapped to him but he had already began looking, almost immediately locating the lost purse that lay under your shelf. Your scent was pretty distinct, it was easy to find.

“Well would you look at that, that comes with the hybrid sense package?” you joked as Gojo handed you the wallet.

For the first time since you’d met him Gojo gave you a smile. “Yeah guess you could call it that.”

You smiled back even wider, making your way back to the loveseat purse in hand. Gojo looked around once more before taking a seat on the smaller couch parallel to yours and just in time as Geto walked in, looking slightly more refreshed.

“Geto you're right on time, me and Gojo were just deciding on what we should eat, I’m ordering in.” Geto took a moment to glance at you two then sat down on the longest couch facing the TV.

“Doesn't matter to me, I can eat anything really.”

“Is that so, and you Gojo? No requests or preferences?”

He shook his head, there had never been an option of what he desired back at The Palace, why should there be now? Especially not as a guest.

“Okay…then how about breakfast?”

Both Gojo and Geto raised their eyebrows at this, a strikingly similar facial expression appearing on them which you couldn't help but laugh at. They subsequently looked at each other sharing a confused look which made you laugh even harder.

Gojo cracked a grin, pressing his thumbs into his palms. “W-Whats so funny?”

You shook your head, waving your hands. “Nothing, we don't have to get breakfast if you don't want to, I told you whatever you guys want I’m good with, really.”

This made Gojo panic but Geto shook his head before Gojo could answer. “No, no, no it’s like that it’s just, breakfast? It’s almost 6.”

“So? Never heard of free will before?”

This made Geto smile, “Okay sure, breakfast it is then. That's okay with you too?”

Gojo nodded and you swiped a few times before you ended up on the 24 hours breakfast menu of your favorite spot. You couldn't help but glance over your phone to check the two hybrid expressions. You would have to figure out what you wanted to do after you placed the order otherwise the three of you would be awkwardly sitting in your family room passing the time in silence.

“Okay i’ll start with you first,” and turned your head to Geto. “You can get a full meal with oatmeal or eggs, pancakes or waffles, bacon or sausage and orange juice or apple juice.”

Geto thought for a moment, “Eggs, scrambled, waffles, bacon and apple juice please.”

You nodded, looking towards Gojo next as he thought of his order. “Uhm, eggs also, over easy though, pancakes, sausage and orange juice please.”

Now it was your turn but it wasn’t long before you figured out what you wanted to eat. “Okay, it should be here in about 15 minutes.”

Gojo looked surprised, “That soon?” You nodded, “The place is right near here.”

“Ohh..”

There was an awkward beat of silence between the three of you as you pondered what to say.

Geto beat you to it however. Clearing his throat he spoke, “So I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly is it that made you adopt us so suddenly?”

Here we go. You had long thought over an explanation if this came up, obviously you weren't going to tell them you didn't even plan on adopting them in the first place but you had something similar.

“Well if I’m being honest it was sort of a spontaneous decision, this is a bit embarrassing but it’s been kind of lonely living here all by myself.” you chuckled hoping your explanation would do the trick.

“I see, so how long are we allowed to stay here?”

You blinked at that, the letter you had received didn't specify what exactly “temporary” was, “Well, forever? I guess?”

Now it was Gojo’s turn to blink, “Forever? Wow [Name] you must really be lonely then, forever is a long long time.”

You choked on your spit, half coughing half laughing at Gojo’s words as he tried to apologize, that was the wrong thing to say.

“Getting bold are we now?” a mortified expression danced on the leopard's face, his eyes circling in a panic as Geto began laughing with you, though his was more of a soft chuckle.

“I didn't mean it like that, sorry, that was inappropriate. I meant -”

“Like what?” Geto teased, it was quite fun watching Gojo’s reactions.

“L-Like-” he stuttered, fumbling for the words, DING DONG.

You swished your head to the front door, that must be the food. “I’ll be back, try not to insult him while you're there.”

You left before Gojo could answer, tipping the delivery driver and making your way back to the area where Gojo’s now permanently pink face could be seen.

“Here, this one is yours and this one is yours.” You handed them both the plastic trays of food along with their drink of choice.

You didn't open your food quite yet, instead finding the remote and switching seats so you were on the opposite side of the couch next to Geto. “You guys wanna watch anything? I have Netlu and Hulix if there's anything you prefer.”

“Uhm, we're eating here?” Gojo asked, looking at you from across the chair.

You cocked your head, “Yeah? It’s okay if you make a little mess, my carpet and couches clean really well.”

Gojo said nothing to this, it was unfathomable to even think you were allowing him to eat in your living room, but time and time again you had proven to him you were going to be as welcoming as possible.

Equally causing his heart to swell with warmth and shake with anxiety.

“Hey come over here instead, you won't be able to see the TV from there.” You waved, scooting yourself to the far end of the couch so there was only the middle spot left.

Your couch wasn't small so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable, yet the thought of being between both you and Geto made him nervous for reasons he's yet to understand. He sat in between you two anyways taking a quick glance down at your food. You hadn’t opened your food yet, still clicking through the channels of the TV before you found a show to your liking.

Geto hadn’t begun eating either, something you took notice of but decided not to comment on. Maybe they felt awkward.

“Do you guys know what Miraculous Ladybug is?” you weren’t entirely sure what to put on but a good rule of thumb as host to guest was generally that they didn't care and most of the time wouldn't pick even if you asked.

Gojo and Geto shook their heads. Gojo wasn't even familiar with the concept of a TV much less any shows, he was only allowed books from his mothers library, all of which he had read by the time he was fifteen. Geto didn't watch much TV either, hadn't had the time really.

“Wow, you two are missing out, here I’ll restart it just for you.” You had finally opened your container of food, the smell of french toast and eggs wafting down your throat in a delicious scent. At the very same time Gojo and Geto cracked open their containers, letting your family room fill with the scent of freshly cooked breakfast.

Your favorite.

Gojo was practically drooling at the sight of his order, there hadn't been a skipped meal back home but it had always been the barest of minimums, a bowl full of meat and vegetables all mushed together in one like he wasn’t half human.

This on the other hand..he looked towards your plate, you still hadn't taken a bite yet, carefully pouring a glossy thick liquid over the french toast and eggs. You glanced over at him, fuck he was staring.

“Want some?” Gojo fumbled to take the little cup from your hand, trying his best to replicate what you had made over your food. Then finally, you took your first bite.

His mouth was completely and utterly seduced with the flavors of his plate, he could hardly watch the show. Geto had also begun eating and if he wasn’t so immersed with his own food he would have seen the same expression on his white counterpart's face. They were both done before the theme song could finish.

You of course were still eating about halfway through your plate when you noticed the two hybrids' current state. Gojo not so subtly licking the syrup of his palms and Geto dragging his tongue on the now empty plate.

I guess I should've expected that, it probably wasn't enough. You looked down at your bacon and eggs then back at the hybrids trying to devour the plastic.

“Hey do you guys wanna share this? I’m full but I don't wanna waste it..” Geto looked over and for the first time since he’d gotten here he looked embarrassed for himself.

“Are you sure?.” Gojo asked, looking directly at your lap without a thought in the world.

“‘Course, here take it.” and you split the rest of your food evenly on the platters, leaving out the half bitten piece of toast on yours.

Gojo had already begun digging in but Geto was still looking at your plate, “What about that piece.”

You looked down at the sugary bread, “Oh I bit off of that part.”

Geto stared at you incredulously, “So? What happened to not wasting any food? Give it here.” He left no room for argument and so you handed it to him without another word.

When they were both done eating you took both their plates to the trash and headed back to see both hybrids looking at you awkwardly, Geto’s eyes tracking you all the way from table to the couch and Gojo’s jolting across your entire body as if his pupils were possessed by a hummingbird.

“So, and again I know this stuff is all pretty sudden but tomorrow I was thinking we could go shopping together? I’m sure it's uncomfortable wearing your pants like that. We can get other things as well, your rooms are probably pretty empty. ”

So you had seen. Gojo thought, and for some reason the idea of you glimpsing at his backside long enough to notice such a thing made him blush, shame creeping up onto his neck and shoulders like spiders. He shuddered, he’d always hated the tiny arachnids that crawled along the basement floor of what his father liked to call the “learning room.” Gojo nodded, it wasn’t like he was going to refuse your accommodations, he didn’t know if you’d been joking or not when you’d said they could stay there “forever.”

Geto had been listening intently as you spoke, his tail swishing in a rhythmic motion. “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

You nodded, looking pleased with yourself, he felt a bit bad for being so quiet just earlier when you had re-introduced yourself. It wasn’t his fault though, this was too domestic for him, and don’t get him wrong, it was amazing being able to be here without any worries, and especially with that bastard gone now it was like a 10,00 pound weight had been lifted from his chest but another part of him ached with longing of the freeness of his home, the ability to bend and blend together the rules of the lower class areas of the city. Something he’s sure he’d be punished trying to do here.

But alas, it was what he decided, and there was no turning back now. “Great!” you spoke cheerily, getting up from your spot again and rocking on your heels slightly. “What time do you guys usually get up? I was thinking we could leave around 1:00 maybe?”

Geto nodded, his nose twitching slightly at the gust of wind. You smelled..he couldn't put his finger on it exactly but it wasn’t an unpleasant smell to say the least. It filled the entirety of your house actually, something he was vividly aware of now.

Gojo tugged on the hem of his shirt, “Yeah 1:00 is fine.”

Well, it wasn’t completely filled with you actually, there was another scent, an obvious one that was far from disagreeable also.

Geto shook his head, yeah, way to domestic

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(Please bear with me; I've had writers block for months and can't get out so this might suck 😭🤚) (should i make this a series?)

Prompt: "there is no simple love story. If it's simple, it isn't love. If it's love, it'll get complicated." (I found this on Google, idk where it's from or who said it) (gif isn't mine, it's by @slytherinnpride)

Hermione ran through the conversion over and over in her head, trying to figure out if there was something else she could've said to convince Ron to stay.

She tried to find any proof that would dispute his claims, that he was just jealous and insecure and wearing the horcrux only made it worse.

But the more she thought, the more she came to realize it's more complicated than it seems. What she and Harry have is unique, sure, and not many people could understand. But was it really something more?

She couldn't think of a time that Harry seemed interested in her as anything more than a friend. But then again, she wasn't the best judge.

Was there a time where she thought of him as more? Was her decision to stay with him on the hunt made out of loyalty or something else? How would she even go about sifting through these thoughts and feelings?

She could feel Harry's stare boring into her back. Could practically hear the words he wanted to say before he even said them.

"You can leave." He said, just as she thought he would. "I know you miss your parents."

She shook her head. "No. I'm not leaving you." She said, and she didn't even have to think about it. Just as she knew he would say that, she knew she could never leave him.

She still stood facing the entrance to the tent, her back to Harry. She bit her nails, something she picked up while on the run, probably from stress.

"Is- does what he said hold any merit?" She asked slowly, nervously.

"He's always been jealous and insecure, Mione. And he was wearing the amulet, so he probably couldn't fight off those thoughts." He said.

'That wasn't an answer.' She thought. But she didn't say it aloud. Because if she's being honest, does she want to know the answer? She doesn't even know how to answer that question herself, how could she expect Harry to know the answer?

She tried to think of the advice her mom or Professor McGonagall would give her. She really wishes she could ask them right about now. But she feels like she knows them well enough to know what they'd say.

They'd probably turn the question on her, something cryptic, along the lines of: "what do you want the answer to be?"

Well, she doesn't know. She wishes that things were less complicated. That love was less complicated.

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The question didn't get any easier to answer over the next few weeks they spent alone.

They'd hardly even spoken to each other, the question hanging between them traitorously.

Harry knew that Ron had a thing for Hermione, and knowing this is why he never made a move on Hermione himself. He'd always just shoved those feelings to the back of his mind, doing his best to ignore them.

He didn't know how to answer Hermione, because truthfully, it did have some merit. Some. He would never go behind Ron's back like that, but he does have feelings for Hermione.

And Hermione, well, she didn't know what to feel.

She knew it was only bothering her because it has some truth. Otherwise, why would she still be thinking about it? If she certainly didn't feel that way about Harry, she would've written it off a long time ago instead of spending weeks on end torturing herself.

So, would that then mean that she does have feelings for Harry? Why does it have to be so hard? Is she only thinking so much about it because she doesn't want to hurt Ron?

Well, of course she doesn't want to hurt him. But would he be able to get over it if she and Harry ended up together?

She knows Harry would be respectful and move on, but Ron...

Perhaps it truly was the horcrux making him so angry and jealous. Maybe he would be okay if she and Harry started seeing each other.

But does she want that? Does she want to be with Harry? Does he even see her that way?

God, why did Ron have to bring it up right in the middle of a war? Their minds are already muddled enough, how could anyone expect someone to be able to sort through their feelings in this state?

But why was she making it so complicated? Her and Harry have never been complicated. It's always been rather simple: Hermione and Harry.

If they were to date and things were to end, she knows they would be alright after a while. But why would they end? She can't think of a single time where he left her hanging. And she has never left his side before, certainly not when he needed her.

It wouldn't take much to cross that invisible line. One small step, and they'd be out of the friend zone.

Had they always teetered on that line? So close to becoming something more, but never actually taking it that one step further?

Perhaps that's why Ron was so insecure. Maybe that's why no one was ever surprised by a new rumor between them. Maybe everyone else saw it before they did.

So was there something there?

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The radio played softly in the background, but neither Harry nor Hermione paid it any mind.

Harry sat in one of their chairs by the table, hands in his pockets, staring ahead but not really looking at anything.

Hermione sat on the steps next to the wireless radio, with the amulet around her neck, lost in thought.

The only sound besides the song playing was the harsh wind whipping at the tent, the entrance flapping despite being zipped shut.

Harry couldn't stand the stilted air between them. Couldn't stand Hermione being so sad all the time. And what's worse is he can't do anything about it.

Hermione was thinking of this herself. About the tension between them, where there used to be none. It used to be so easy, but now they walked on eggshells around each other, and she hates it. Harry's always stressed, always tense, and she can never tell if he's angry or sad. Maybe both.

She'd faintly registered him moving, but didn't expect him to stop right in front of her.

She looked up at him confused, brows furrowed. He said nothing as he held out his hands, urging her to take them. She silently complied, and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

He reached around her neck and unclasped the amulet, allowing it to fall from her neck into his hands. He reached around her and set it on the table next to the radio, turning the volume up before he straightened.

Wordlessly, he pulled her towards the middle of the tent. He started swaying, pushing and pulling at her arms until she realized what he was doing. That he was trying to get her to dance.

She smiled a little at that, allowing him to spin and sway them as the song picked up.

~Hey little train, wait for me

I once was blind but now I see

Have you left a seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

~Hey little train, wait for me

Was held in chains but now I'm free

I'm hanging in there don't you see

In this process of elimination

~Hey little train, we're jumping on

The train that goes to the kingdom

We're happy Ma, we're having fun (ooh, children)

It's beyond my wildest expectation (ooh, children)

Eventually, they slowed to a gentle sway as the song faded. She laid her chin on his shoulder, and he leaned his head against hers.

After a few moments, she pulled away slightly, just far enough so she could see his face.

She could see the unasked question in his eyes. She could see that he was leaving that door open should she decide to cross their invisible line.

She went to step away, she wanted to for a split second. But just before she did, a little voice in the back of her mind whispered: 'why not?'

And, why shouldn't she? Why aren't they together? Ron isn't there with them, because he left. He left them when they needed him most. But Harry's never left her, she's always been able to count on him, and she knows she'll always be able to. Ron isn't here, so why is she still tip-toeing around his feelings? Why is she pushing Harry away and ignoring her feelings?

She knows love is complicated, but with Harry it doesn't have to be. She knows things will get complicated once word gets out, and she knows it'll get complicated when Ron finds out. But it doesn't have to be complicated with Harry.

It only took her a second to decide, despite her feeling like it took minutes to sort through those thoughts.

She stepped towards him again, cupping his face in her hands. He pulled her close, holding her by her waist. He leaned his forehead against hers, and neither said anything for a few moments.

"Why haven't we, Harry?" She whispered.

He knew what she was asking, he always knows what she means. "I don't know." He responded softly.

She pulled back just enough to look in his eyes. She looked for any hint of doubt, or trepidation, or hesitation. She found none. She saw hope, anticipation, affection, and dare she say, love?

She hoped he saw the same emotions reflected in her eyes, because she wasn't sure she could put them into words.

She decided words weren't needed, that she was done waiting. She pulled him towards her and kissed him.

It isn't anything like she would have expected, it's gentle and soft, and he's kissing her like she's the only girl in the world. She feels precious and loved, and she doesn't know how she went so long without kissing him before.

When they pulled away, she couldn't stop smiling. Frankly, neither could he.

Yeah, she could get used to the simplicity of them, of just being Harry and Hermione.

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