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planetnini · 1 year ago

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Phantom of the Night

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My entry for @tsukina ‘s IFHY collab ♥️ lovers to enemies (to lovers?) ♥️ assassinxspy au ♥️ sfw ♥️ warning: cursing, violence, weapons, descriptions of blood, injury, im rlly bad w names

assassin!toji x spy!reader. both on a mission to capture each other. spy!reader is co-workers with spy!gojo. inspired by spyxfamily teehee

word count: 2.0k

THE ASSIGNMENT

You remember the day you were given a new mission with a candid photo of the Night Phantom handed to you. The image revealed his jet black hair which slightly hung over his snake green orbs and a slight cut over the side of his mouth. You thinned your lips, trying not to chuckle at the photo. They chose a bad photo, you thought.

Your co-worker/close friend, Gojo Satoru, stood by with a worried look as your boss—or as Gojo would rather say: ‘higher-up’—listed the skillset of this rugged-looking assassin. If there was anyone capable of fighting him in this whole spy company, it was you.

You, who once worked as an assassin, would be able to enter deep into the mind of one.

Especially one that is your ex.

“The assassin knows you, Agent Gold.” The spy leader warns, “You must be extra cautious with this mission, because…”

“Because you're his mission, too.” Gojo steps up. Your higher-up nods.

“Gojo-senpai,” you assure your friend who’s gnawing on his lip. “I got this.”

However, catching the talented Night Phantom was no easy feat. You would have thought it’d be easier since you were so-called ‘lovers’ in high school.

THE FIRST FIGHT

You walked down a cold, dark valley after exiting a coffee shop, hoping that you drew the attention of your target who had just left the liquor store on the opposite road.

The moon and a few buzzing lamps allowed for some light to illuminate the lonely path. Your senses told you that someone was indeed following you.

Following a trail of soda cans, and abandoned trash on the ground, you hear a shattering noise behind you. Instinctively, you spring your hand up and catch a shard of glass before it hits your temple.

“Night Phantom. Gonna let all that beer go to waste?” You could smell a hint of alcohol from the cold shard of glass.

“[Full Name]. Looking good as ever.” A dark, husky voice echoes from where the glass was thrown. You turn around to see the man you'd never thought you'd see again, emerge from the darkness.

Toji Fushiguro, aka, the Night Phantom. Your ex.

Much taller, more muscular than in the given photo. And more handsome than the last time you’ve met, but you will never admit it. He had the same annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Seeing him brought back a lot of memories when you were younger. Toji was the one who taught you how to defend and fight back. He taught you how to love, but he was also the one who broke your heart when he suddenly cut ties with you. Anger surges in you with that memory.

He never loved you.

Hearing your full name from him made you cringe. “Don’t call me that,” you grit.

He had a blade in one of his hands, twirling it around his fingers in a unique pattern with muscle memory. “What should I call you then?” he asks. His hands continue to play with his knife.

“Agent Gold?” he asks with distaste, rolling his eyes. You knew about his dislike for the spy community. ‘A bunch of stuck up fools who think they can fight' is what the assassin said about them.

“Don’t worry about it,” you begin, sliding out a blade from under your garments and flinging it toward the man’s head. “A dead man wouldn’t be speaking.”

This was an experienced assassin, so it doesn’t surprise you when he cocks his head to the side right on time to dodge your hit. His eyes never leave his shiny blade as he slowly strides closer to you. And you let him corner you into the wall.

“Hmm, I could call you…angel? Cuz you’re real heavenly.” He ignores your threat, breathing down your neck and you took that opportunity to take another hidden blade from the notch of his belt and strike him in the back. However, the assassin is swift and grabs your arm, using his other hand to spin you around, pinning you to the concrete wall. His breath is hot against your skin as he steals the weapon from you.

“Didn’t like that one? Weird. You liked it before.” You try to twist your wrist but he tightens his hold. “Mmm, how about ‘sweetheart’? Would you get used to that, sweetheart? C’mon, for old times sake.”

Feeling his skin brought back memories of you holding hands, cuddling in his old living room couch, or when he’d move closely and whispered secrets and confessions into your ear. What used to feel like heavenly flames igniting under your touch, now feel like scorching burns. That love you had for him was long gone.

You growl, irritated from his teasing. “God, shut up!” He underestimates your strength as you were able to twist yourself from his hold using your feet. When Toji grabs your hand once again, you twist your arm, simultaneously flying your legs up to send a roundhouse kick to the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. Now in a defenseless position, you place your boot on top of his head, adding pressure to your heel.

“The hell are they teaching you at that little spy playground? You’re gonna need a better trainer, Agent Gold.” Then, he suddenly gives you a chance, changing his harsh tone to a more softer one. “Come back.”

But you’re no fool for his tricks. Not anymore.

“No.” You add more pressure to the soles of your foot.

“Honey, you’re fighting skills are lousy. Pfft, the ‘best in the industry’ my ass.” He reiterates the words of what someone said about the Agent Gold. “Guess I shoulda trained you more when we had the chance, eh?” His condescending tone just made you angrier.

“Give me a break.” You roll your eyes.

He grabs your ankle with ease, shoving your leg to the side with his immeasurable strength, sending you to the near wall, but you still found some strength in you to jump right back and throw a massive punch toward his back which could’ve thrown him to the ground. Instead of fighting back, Toji dodges your hit once again. He ticks his tongue.

“So much potential. Come back tomorrow night and we’ll train more. I’m not fighting a weak opponent.”

Train?!?! You wanted to strike him again but he disappears into the dark.

THE LAST FIGHT

Returning from missions empty handed, had you constantly apologizing to your boss. Gojo even asked if you wanted assistance, but you refused any help. This was your mission to complete. Perhaps, deep down, you just wanted to see Toji again and you knew this was the only way. But it’s not like you love him or anything.

After days of ‘fighting’ and Toji disappearing into the fog of the night (he really is a phantom), you find yourself getting the upper hand in these battles more and more. At one point, you almost had him, but he slipped away just in time before you could land your final blow.

This time, you were ready. And he knew. The cut on the side of his lips is accompanied by fresh ones created by the tip of your small yet dangerously sharp blade.

He wipes the bottom of his bleeding lip with the back of his scruffed hand.

“Darlin’, you’re getting better.” A devilish grin adorns his perfectly broken face as he breathlessly chuckles. “Looks like this is our final fight yeah? Now, let’s end this once and for all.”

“Gladly.”

The assassin charges at you with all the strength he had left. This time, you’re prepared, ducking and rolling under him. It results in him toppling over, but he immediately regains his balance, swiftly sweeping a leg under yours to have you falling to the ground. Toji hops over you, legs pressing your thighs down, and hands pinning your arms above you.

But you quickly slide your hands out of his, pointing a sharp blade toward his face. He’s faster, bending his neck and taking the blade between his teeth, ignoring the blood that draws from his lips due to the blade’s tip. He then spits it to the side, tightly gripping your hand back in place.

Like your opponent, you too are also almost at your limit, your limbs helplessly sprawled out. You could taste blood on your tongue, but you’re too focused on the longer blade that Toji draws from his belt.

“It was nice knowing you, angel.” He presses the sharp tip against your neck. One wrong move and he could end it all. “Sad that we ended up like this, [y/n]. In another life, perhaps.” You swore you saw hesitation flash in his eyes.

“W-wait!” you shout, before he punctures the blade into your flesh.

It frustrates you. That he’s treating this like a little game. This was supposed to be a mission. Your mission. To make your co-workers proud. Maybe it was better if he had just used his full power the first time and finished you off, than treat you like a training dummy. Maybe you could never beat him in the end. It was no use. Toji was just too strong. His skills were unmatched, even for someone like you.

He pauses, giving you the decency to speak which was odd. The cold-hearted assassin you knew waited for no one, especially his opponents.

“You could’ve killed me the first time. Why didn’t you? I'm your assignment, too, aren't I?”

His knuckles turn white from gripping the blade too tight. “I said it. I don’t want to fight a weakling. That’s all.”

“Bullshit.” You glare at him, despite the fact that he was the one with a weapon. No one had your bravery, Toji recalls to himself.

He grabs your neck with his other hand while threatening you. “I’ll kill ya right now. Really—.”

“Did you ever love me?” You finally asked the question that lingered in the air, since you had laid your eyes on each other after so many years apart. If there was anything you wanted to know, it was this.

Silence falls over you both, and you took it as his answer.

A tear falls down your cheek. A tear of frustration, of shame, and defeat. Maybe a small part of you had wished he did. Because you definitely felt the rekindling of those flames you once felt on the skin gripped by his calloused hands on your neck.

You close your eyes only to hear a metal clank loudly next to your ear. The blade is no longer in his hands. Toji’s vulnerable state doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Now’s the chance. But you’re hesitating.

With your eyes still shut, you completely switch your position, shoving the hand away and straddling his thighs. Once you opened your eyes, you notice his lashes has been fluttered shut as well.

"I can't," he starts, bringing an arm over his face as he laid, back against the hard ground. The cockiness in his demeanor has disappeared. The soft, timid Toji Fushiguro you saw only when you were together appeared before you again. It was a side of him that was for your eyes only.

Can't what? Love me? you wonder to yourself, frustrated.

Before you could retort, he speaks. “I can’t kill you,” he confesses quietly.

“Why? Can't have that on your conscience, Night Phantom? Or is it because you love me?” you ask the daunting question again, slowly taking a hidden weapon from your thigh strap.

“…Tsh.” Toji doesn’t notice your secretive actions. He still had his eyes covered by his forearm, muscles tensing and jaw clenching. “I fucking hate you, actually. I loathe you. I wish we never met.” His words felt like multiple thorns pricking at your heart.

Unconvinced, you drop your weapon and pushed his arms away from his face to see a pair of angry, teary eyes that wouldn’t dare look into yours.

“Then, why the fuck are you crying?”

This was your first time seeing him cry. And it makes you wonder if all the words he said just now were lies. You peer over his face to read his expression, pulling his chin harshly so that your eyes could meet.

All your doubts were cleared when Toji finally looks at you and he doesn't resist his urge to lean forward and kiss you.

You could've pulled away. You could've stabbed him right then and there. Complete your mission. But, instead, you kiss him back as his hands card through your messy hair, tasting the blood on your lips. There is a bruising pain on your thigh, pressing against his bruised side, but none of you care, too engrossed into the kiss.

"Fuck you," he whispers hotly against your skin which elicits a grunt from you. “Fuck you for making me love you.”

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#niniblogs #NINI GET UP #i stg i love these exes to lovers trope or #lovers turned enemies with a shit load of tension #guys it’s too good #this concept too….#hate u too toji*#thank you op<3

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