#non jujutsu au

[arctvros]

the stoic bully x lovable jock couple ever

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - Tomorrow

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 10.4k

previous chapter here!

For a change from the usual way of things, the first one to wake up on Saturday morning is Satoru. He’s almost surprised when he realizes that Suguru is still asleep next to him with his head shoved into his pillow with pieces of midnight hair falling over his face. Checking the time, he sees that it’s barely 7 and decides that he doesn’t have to get up just yet. 

Satoru turns over to look at Suguru where he lies still asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. The shoji are pulled shut, keeping most of the outside light out of the room and helping it to stay dark enough for Suguru to continue sleeping. He picks up Suguru’s arm from where it rests on the bed and pulls it over his waist as he wiggles closer toward him, wanting to cuddle against him for a while before getting up. As he does so, Suguru takes a deep breath through his nose, slightly stirring before he opens his eyes just enough to see his husband staring back at him.

“What time is it?” He grumbles, closing his eyes again with furrowed brows as he waits for an answer.

“Too early, go back to sleep,” Satoru says softly, his voice still raspy from sleep.

“You’re the one that woke me up,” Suguru retorts as he pulls him closer, burying his face into the warm skin of his chest. Satoru chuckles lightly and wraps his arm around Suguru’s shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze as he lies there.

“I just wanted to cuddle with you. You looked so peaceful.” 

Suguru hums shortly in response as he does his best to fall back asleep, his slow breathing steady against Satoru’s skin. Satoru runs his fingers absentmindedly up and down his back as he watches him quickly drift back to sleep. It’s not more than a couple minutes later when he’s running his fingers through Suguru’s hair, the tips rubbing gently along his scalp that he regrets telling him to go back to sleep.

He’s not necessarily doing it on purpose, but he tries less to be quiet with the noises he makes, clearing his throat and coughing, hoping that it might wake Suguru up again. When it doesn’t he furrows his brows in disappointment. He doesn’t want to get up just yet, but he can’t fall back asleep, so he’s stuck here just watching as his husband sleeps peacefully against his chest. 

“You’re so perfect,” Satoru whispers mostly to himself as he carefully brushes the small pieces of hair back and out of Suguru’s face.

“Are you trying to wake me up?” Suguru asks, his words mumbled against Satoru’s skin. It surprises him slightly, thinking that he was still asleep.

“I didn’t know you were awake,” Satoru admits quietly, continuing to run his fingers through Suguru’s hair.

“It’s kinda hard to sleep when you’re making all those noises.”

“I wasn’t trying to be noisy,” Satoru defends himself, knowing that he’s not telling the full truth.

“I think we both know that you know how to be quiet when you want to be,” Suguru says, opening up his eyes and looking up at Satoru as he looks back down at him, his honey eyes still slightly puffy from sleep.

Satoru looks up at the ceiling before looking back down at him. “Okay fine, I missed you.”

Suguru smiles against his chest and takes a deep breath as he brings his hand up to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Baby, I’m right here.”

“Yeah but you’re sleeping so it’s like you’re not here.” Suguru shakes his head, still trying to wake up a bit as he rubs his face with one hand. “What do you want to do today?” Satoru asks, trying not to think about how they still have to wait until tomorrow to go and meet the girls. He’s determined to fill their Saturday with things to keep their minds off of it.

“Can you let me at least wake up a little bit first?” Suguru asks, rolling back over and onto his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Fine, but think about what you wanna do today,” Satoru agrees, sitting up on his elbow and leaning over to press their lips together. “I need some way to pass the time so I don't think about how far away tomorrow is.”

Suguru looks back up at him with a sleepy smile as he rubs his eyes with the heels of both his hands. “At least it’s tomorrow and not a month from now,” he points out, trying to see the positive side of things. Satoru nods in agreement and lies back down with his head propped up on his hand, looking at Suguru with a smile.

“I love you,” Satoru says, looking at him with a loving gaze. 

“I love you too,” Suguru says with a smile as he looks back at him. Satoru leans over once again to press a kiss to his lips, pulling back only slightly before going in for another, followed by one more. Suguru smiles as he holds Satoru against him, prolonging the last kiss and leaning into it more before finally letting him go. “Mmm,” He hums as Satoru sits with their faces just barely parted.

“What?” Satoru asks, looking into his eyes and down at his lips for a split second before darting back up to his eyes.

Suguru smirks, holding his bottom lip in between his teeth and trying to hold back a laugh. “Nothing,” he says as this time he cranes his neck up to try to connect their lips together again.

Satoru raises an eyebrow at him and backs away, definitely out of character for him to refuse a kiss from Suguru. “Sugu, why do you hate meee?” He draws out dramatically as he falls back into his pillow and throws his arms up in the air. 

Suguru chuckles at the dramatic way his husband reacts. “You’re such a baby,” he teases with a grin on his face as he sits up on his elbow and now leans over Satoru, switching their positions. He leans down and connects their lips again slowly, letting his free hand move to cup Satoru’s cheek, holding his face as their lips slot together. 

As he closes his eyes and just lets Suguru’s lips work with his, Satoru brings his own hand up to Suguru’s cheek and pulls him closer, as if he could get any closer. The soft skin of his face is warm under his fingers. Their bare legs tangle together under the covers as Suguru readjusts the way he’s lying to hover over Satoru more, a halo of his hair now falling down around his face. Satoru’s other hand finds its way around Suguru’s waist, his fingers pressing into the warm skin of his back. He feels Suguru’s tongue playing against his bottom lip and opens his mouth, silently urging his tongue inside.

As things continue to get more heated, both of their hands are grabbing needily at one another, trying to get impossibly closer to one another. Satoru lets out a soft moan into Suguru’s mouth as their hips slowly grind together, earning a smile from Suguru against his lips. Feeling the way Suguru’s hands touch his skin sends a burning feeling throughout his entire body. Despite usually being used to his touch after two and a half years together, moments like this made it feel like his skin was on fire.

“Mmm,” Suguru hums into Satoru’s mouth, absolutely melting against him as their bodies are pressed up against one another. He feels the way Satoru’s fingers tangle into his hair as he desperately tries to pull his face closer. He’s unable to suppress the smile at the sensation, slowly rolling his hips forward at the same time, earning a groan from Satoru into his mouth.

“Don’t stop that,” Satoru demands in a whisper against his lips in between kisses. It doesn’t take long for both of them to feel the hardness in between them, aching for some sort of relief as they slowly move their hips against one another. He’s moving his own hips up against Suguru’s, just the sensation of their barely clothed bodies grinding together enough to drive him crazy. 

Suguru suddenly pulls back and holds his bottom lip in between his teeth. “We should get up, don’t you think?”

Satoru looks up at him like he’s just said that he doesn’t love him anymore. “Suguru Geto, there is no way I’m letting you leave this room after doing that, are you fucking kidding me?” Satoru asks, which pulls a laugh from Suguru’s chest. He looks up at him with furrowed brows, feeling the throbbing between his legs and the need for Suguru’s lips back on his.

“I was gonna go workout though,” Suguru says. He’s joking and fully intends on finishing this, but wants to see just how much he can rile up his husband.

“You can do that after you finish what you started,” Satoru says, pulling his face back down to meet his.

“Okay, okay,” Suguru mumbles quietly against his lips with a smirk, already having planned on it. “Whatever you say, princess,” he says with a teasing tilt to his voice.

Satoru doesn’t even bother acknowledging the silly nickname tha Suguru is trying to tease him with. “Anyway, I can feel how hard you are, you’re not fooling anyone,” he teases, looking up at him with a devilish smirk. Suguru smiles back down at him and presses another hungry kiss to his lips, continuing to grind their hips together. “Fuck,” Satoru lets out a breathy moan into his mouth at the pressure of their bodies pressing against one another. 

Suguru pulls back but continues slowly moving his hips. “Seems like I can make you cum just by doing this,” he teases as he looks down at the way Satoru’s face looks.

“F-fine, but please just don’t stop,” Satoru pleads as their hard cocks rub together, two thin layers of fabric still separating them. His hand grips onto Suguru’s bicep as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Suguru notices and tries to stay in the same exact spot, watching Satoru’s face as an indicator of if he’s in the right area or not. Satoru holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as Suguru somehow hits the sweet spot perfectly with every slow roll of his hips.

“I don’t even have to use my hands and you’re practically a puddle underneath me, baby,” Suguru teases lightly, watching the reactions on Satoru’s face, having to do his best to keep himself composed despite feeling just as good. The countless times they’d had sex over the last two and a half years made each other practically experts on the other one’s body, knowing exactly what made them feel good and how to get them there quickly. The grip Satoru has on his arm puts a smile on his face as he speeds up his hips just slightly, knowing he’s doing everything right.

“Fuck, Sugu- g’na make me cum like that,” Satoru manages to get out, his fingers white from the tight grip he has on Suguru’s arm.

“Isn’t that the point, pretty boy?” Suguru coos back at him, leaning down to connect their lips once again. Satoru swears his head does a 360 spin at the name, but Suguru’s lips on his are enough to keep him grounded at least for a couple seconds. His tongue is quick to work back into Satoru’s mouth, licking around his tongue and lips. 

“Mmh, ha-ah,” Satoru mewls into Suguru’s mouth, the knot in his core steadily getting tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. He doesn’t have a care in the world about the mess he’s about to make in his underwear, not even thinking about it for a second once he hears Suguru’s soft voice once again.

“You gonna cum for me, Toru?” Suguru’s voice is like honey as he coos against Satoru’s lips. 

“Mhm,” Satoru whines, his brows furrowed as one hand still holds tight onto Suguru’s bicep and the other is tangled into his hair, holding his face in front of him. 

“Come on baby,” Suguru urges him, rubbing perfectly on the sweet spot to send Satoru over the edge. 

With a few jerks of his hips, Satoru feels himself tip over the edge. “F-fuck!” he cries out as the inside of his boxers quickly grows wet and sticky. His fingers are holding onto Suguru’s arm so tight that Suguru’s surprised they don’t just break off entirely. Feeling Suguru’s lips against his own, he whines into his mouth as his hips twitch and jerk under Suguru’s weight. When Suguru doesn’t stop, Satoru tries to wiggle underneath his weight, shouting, “Ah! Sugu- sensitive!” 

“You think you’re the only one that gets to finish?” Suguru says, his tone teasing yet still sweet as he continues grinding his hips against his husband. He adjusts his position just enough to not rub against Satoru’s oversensitive cock, but to still be able to get himself off.

Satoru is able to catch his breath just enough before Suguru is back on his lips, drinking him in like he’s all he needs to survive. Groans coming from deep in Suguru’s chest vibrate into Satoru’s mouth, putting a smile on his lips as he lets Suguru continue to use him to chase his high. The mess in his pants is the furthest thing from his mind as he lets his thigh be of use to Suguru. He doesn’t want to be the only one that gets to finish, and if anything, he loves the sounds Suguru makes when he does. “You gonna cum for me baby?” Satoru whispers sweetly against Suguru’s lips as he tangles his fingers into his long dark hair. 

His fingers finally let go of Suguru’s bicep, feeling stiff from the tight grip he had on him. Instead, he lets both of his hands hold onto either side of his face, watching his face as it contorts with pleasure, eyebrows coming together and mouth hanging open slightly. Suguru doesn’t answer his question, but he knows that his climax is inevitable by the way he whines into his mouth, putting a smile on Satoru’s lips. “Come on baby, cum for me my pretty Sugu,” he coos, soon after feeling the twitch of his cock against his thigh. 

“Fuck baby,” he groans out, his eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm rushes over him. Satoru looks up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile, enjoying watching as he comes undone on top of him. The noises escaping his throat are enough to make Satoru’s face hot, despite hearing them plenty of times before.

Suguru’s hips quickly slow to a stop as he quickly grows over sensitive himself. He looks down at Satoru who looks up at him with a wide smile. He smiles back down at him for a moment before leaning down to press their lips together again, humming happily against his soft warm lips.

“I feel disgusting,” Satoru says, pulling a laugh from Suguru. It only takes seconds after both of them have finished to realize the mess they’re made in their own clothing. 

“Yeah, it’s not a great feeling,” Suguru agrees as he rolls off of him and stands up at the side of the bed. Satoru does the same and they both hurry into the bathroom together to get out of their now soiled clothes and into the shower. 

After just a quick rinse off, the two of them get dressed in some comfy clothes to do some work around the house. Satoru works on cleaning the kitchen while Suguru cleans the upstairs bathrooms. Humming along to the music playing through the living room speakers, Satoru hums along as he wipes down the countertops and the front of everything in the kitchen. “Do you want to walk down to the gym later?” Satoru calls out to Suguru who is just down the hallway in the guest room.

“Sure!” Suguru calls out in response. Satoru can hear his footsteps as he comes down the hallway towards the kitchen. “Are you doing legs with me today?” he asks, looking at his husband with a slight smirk.

“I can do legs,” Satoru responds with a nod, not having really thought about it prior. “Do you want to go grocery shopping before? We don’t really have anything that we can make for dinner.”

“Do you wanna go right now?” Suguru asks, putting the cleaning supplies in his hands back underneath the sink. 

Satoru nods his head. “Mhm. Do you want to walk or should we drive?”

“It’s nice out, we should walk.”

It’s not long before they’re out the front door and heading down the street towards the supermarket that’s not too far out of their neighborhood. The early June sun shone down on them, the rainy season not quite having started just yet. There were still a couple more days of sun predicted before there would be much more rain. They wanted to take in the opportunity to soak up the sun before it would disappear for a little while. 

 “You got the list, right?” Suguru asks, to which Satoru has a confused look on his face. “Baby, you were supposed to grab the list.

“Shit, I’m sorry Sugu…” Satoru says as he pulls out his phone. Suguru furrows his brows, already trying to remember what it was that they needed. “It’s a good thing I took a picture of it though.”

Suguru shakes his head at him with a huff as he tries to hold back the smile on his face. “Why did I marry you, again?” He asks playfully as they walk down the street with their bags in hand.

“Hey!” Satoru yelps, a laugh coming from both of them as he shoves Suguru lightly in the shoulder.

“Alright, I guess I love you or whatever,” Suguru admits, although they both know it better than anyone that they would each die for the other one if it ever came down to it. 

“And I guess I love you too,” Satoru says before planting a kiss on his cheek with a smile. The rest of their walk goes by quickly, both of their long legs carrying them quickly towards their destination. Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand and swings their arms back and forth as they walk, putting a soft smile on his face.

Once they arrive and make it through the front doors, Satoru immediately notices a display of small plushies full of cats, dogs, bears, and rabbits. “Sugu, I think we should get something to bring the girls tomorrow,” he says, looking right at the display.

Suguru quickly notices where he’s looking and follows his gaze to see the plushies. He nods his head and they both head towards them. “I think that’s a good idea. Which ones do you think they’d like?” 

“Well,” Satoru starts as he looks over the shelves, “considering we’ve never met them and don’t really know much about them, I’d say any of these are a safe bet.” Satoru picks up one of the cat plushies and gives in a squeeze.

“This one looks like Shiro,” Suguru points out as he finds a white version of the tan one Satoru is holding. 

“Okay so we have to get that one,” he says, putting the tan one back on the shelf and grabbing the white one from Suguru. He holds it in his arms and gives it a squeeze. “Oh yeah, this is nice.” 

“Should we get another cat in a different color or should we get a completely different one?” Suguru thinks out loud as he looks over all the choices. “What if they want the same one and we get different ones?” 

“Sugarplum, I think you’re overthinking this just a bit,” Satoru says as he picks the tan cat back up. “How about we just get two colors of the same one?” Suguru nods his head, realizing that he’s probably worrying about nothing. 

“I just don’t want one of them to be disappointed.”

“I think they’ll be happy that we’re bringing these at all, Sugu. I doubt they’ll be worried about the colors of them.” Satoru says, trying to ease his mind a little as they continue to walk into the store, still needing to do the rest of their grocery shopping.

“You’re right,” Suguru says with a nod of his head. He grabs one of the toys from Satoru so that he doesn’t have to carry both of them. 

“I know,” Satoru says in his normal, cocky tone.

Suguru shakes his head with a roll of his eyes as they continue through the store, getting everything from their list and a few extra little treats before they head back home. 

“Why am I the one carrying everything and you’re just carrying the plushies?” Suguru asks as they start back up the hill towards their house. “This weighs like ten times as much as those two little things.”

“Are you saying you’re weak?” Satoru teases, turning around to see Suguru with the bags full of groceries over his shoulders and hanging from his hands. 

“You know that’s not what I said,” Suguru says with a huff, readjusting his grip on one of the bags. “If anything, you’re the weak one, making me carry everything for you.”

Satoru’s mouth falls open at his remark, letting his nose scrunch up before he puts both of the cats under one arm and takes a couple of the bags from his husband. Suguru breathes a silent sigh of relief, his hands starting to hurt before the weight is lifted off of his shoulders. “Do you wanna go work out right after we get these put away, or are you too weak?” Satoru teases once again. He doesn’t see him, but he can tell Suguru is rolling his eyes at his comment.

“If you think you can handle it you can come with me. I was gonna go anyway.” Suguru responds, having planned on going already, despite if Satoru was going to be accompanying him or not. 

Satoru scoffs. “You’re saying that like I don’t go with you all the time.” He would tag along with Suguru to the gym more often than not, but his favorite thing to do was run while Suguru was doing whatever he had planned for the day. More than likely, if he wanted to, he could easily run a half marathon with little to no more training than he would do on a normal day.

“Are you going to lift with me or are you just going to run the whole time?” 

“Are you going to do something fun or are you just going to do what you always do?” 

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘something fun’ baby, I do the same things every time.” Suguru says as they finally see their house just up ahead. “And anyway, I feel like running on the treadmill has to be less exciting than what I’m doing, is it not?”

“What if I was going to run on the path outside today, hmm? Bet you didn’t think of that.” Satoru shoots back, trying to defend himself. They make it to the front of the house and head up the stairs, Satoru hurrying to get his keys out to unlock the door. “I’ll do whatever you’re doing today, Sugu,” he says as they step inside and slip their shoes off. 

Suguru nods his head with a smile, following Satoru up the stairs and into the kitchen where they finally offload all of the bags from their arms onto the island with a huff. After making quick work of putting everything away, Satoru smiles at their fridge now full of food. “Are you going to make me dinner for working out with you?”

Suguru chuckles softly as he puts the now empty bags back into the pantry and joins Satoru where he stands with his back against the counter. “And why should I do that?”

“Because you love me,” Satoru says back as he stands with his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips as he tilts his head to the side.

“I love you, hmm?” Suguru asks, similarly tilting his head to the side as he looks at his white-haired husband. 

“Mhm,” Satoru says, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on the side of Suguru’s hips as he stands in front of him. “Because you love me and now we have all the ingredients for you to make chicken skewers and stir fry.”

Suguru narrows his eyes up at him for a second before leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Hmm… I’ll think about it,” he says with a slight smile as he steps back from where he stands. They both know that he actually means he’ll do it, but he enjoys teasing Satoru whenever he can to get him back for all the relentless teasing he dishes out. “Go get changed and we can go,” Suguru tells him as he starts heading towards the stairs. “I can drive because I doubt you’ll wanna walk home after I’m done with you.”

“Oh?” Satoru says in response to his playful threat. “Are you saying I won’t be able to keep up with your little leg workout?” He doesn’t say anything, but Suguru looks back at Satoru with a smirk on his face that only makes Satoru more excited to see what he has in store for him.

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“Come on, baby, up, up, up,” Suguru encourages Satoru as he’s finishing up his last few reps in his last set of squats. “Nice, okay, just two more,” he continues, watching Satoru’s flushed face in the mirror as he dips down and does his best to push back up, very obviously feeling the effects of having done Suguru’s strenuous leg workout with him. 

Satoru gets back up to standing, feeling like his legs are going to collapse underneath him at any second, but he just has to do one more, and he would rather die than give up on the last one and let Suguru get that satisfaction. “Last one, you got this baby,” Suguru says encouragingly as he squats back down, the burning in his legs feeling good, but also like he can’t wait to be done. His nose scrunches as he presses his lips together, looking at himself in the mirror as he pushes his feet into the floor and straightens back up to standing for the last time before stepping forward and reracking the bar. His chest heaves as he breathes heavily, feeling light as a feather with all the extra weight now off of his shoulders.

He ducks under the bar and rests his arms and chin on it for a moment, letting his eyes close as Suguru hands him his water bottle. “Good job baby,” he says, putting the bottle directly into his hand. “Drink some water.” Satoru stands back up and sips on it, the cold water down his throat feeling like he’s putting out a fire that’s raging inside of his body.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out as Suguru takes the plates off of the bar and starts putting them away. “You do this all the time?” 

Suguru nods his head with a slight smile, definitely a little bit happy that his workout kicked his husband’s ass so hard. “Mhm. At least once a week.”

“No wonder your ass is so spectacular, baby.” Satoru says as he smacks his ass lightly, not bothering to see if anyone is around them and watching.

Suguru lets out a laugh behind closed lips and shakes his head, even though he doesn’t disagree. “You can do it with me more if you want, sweetheart.” He tries to get Satoru to do his workouts with him, but more often than not, he’d rather just run and listen to a book or some music and not have to think about anything for a little while.

“I think I’ll stick with running for a while after this,” Satoru says, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “We’re done right?” 

Suguru nods his head and Satoru breathes a sigh of relief, smiling as he admires the sculpted body that hides underneath his shirt as it peeks out for just a moment when he lifts it up. “We just need to stretch out a little bit and then we can go home.” 

“You can stretch me out when we get home,” Satoru says as they head to a more secluded corner to stretch, not bothering to quiet his voice even a bit.

“Satoru-” Suguru says with a scoff and a shake of his head as he elbows him lightly in the side, earning a laugh from Satoru. 

“What? I’m not kidding, baby,” Satoru says, turning to look him in the eye as they make it to an empty corner with padded mats on the floor. They set down their things and sit across from one another. 

“I know you’re not,” Suguru says quietly in response as he starts on his first stretch, “but you don’t have to be so loud about it.” He smirks at Satoru from where he sits just in front of him, thinking about the day before and how he’d told Satoru he was gonna get it when they got home, and he hadn’t followed through on his promise after the events that unfolded after they got home, but he hadn’t forgotten. They go through a couple stretches in order to not wake up as sore tomorrow before standing back up, ready to head home. 

They make it to the car and as soon as the doors are closed, Satoru’s hand is already on Suguru’s thigh, giving it a slow squeeze and obviously trying to get him riled up before they’re even home. Suguru smirks slightly at him, knowing exactly what he’s doing and not caring one bit.

“Don’t you want to shower first? I don’t smell very good.” Suguru asks as he turns the car on, but Satoru is already leaning over the center console to put his hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a tender kiss.

“Do you care how I smell?” Satoru asks in response, trying to show him how ridiculous he sounds.

“Well… No, not necessarily, but-” Suguru tries to think of an excuse as he puts the car into reverse.

Satoru has a wide smile on his face as his hand moves further up Suguru’s thigh from where it was previously placed, giving it a squeeze. “Exactly, you don’t care about how I smell and I don’t care about how you smell, problem solved.”

Suguru tries to keep the smile from his face, knowing that his husband is totally right and he wants him just as bad. All of the endorphins released from their workout made their need for each other suddenly insatiable, both of their needs only satisfied by the other. The short drive home feels much longer than it actually is, the excitement building up the closer they get. When Suguru pulls into the open garage and turns the car off, Satoru leans back over the center to kiss him once again, this time much more aggressively than before. 

“Why don’t we just do it here?” Satoru whispers against his lips, impatient and just wanting to feel Suguru’s body against his already. 

“Satoru, I’m not having sex in the car when we have a perfectly good bed 30 seconds away.” Suguru has to basically push him off of him in order to reach over and open his door. 

“Ugh, fine,” Satoru says with a huff as he opens his door and follows Suguru. The two of them practically run up the stairs to the front door, completely numb to the soreness in their legs as they do so. They’re practically giddy, laughing the whole way, Suguru doing his best to open the lock as quickly as he can. As soon as the door is open, the two of them rush inside and kick off their shoes, leaving them haphazardly in a mess next to the door.

Suguru turns around and presses Satoru’s back up against the inside of the front door, crashing their lips together like it had been years since their last kiss. He lets his hands find the sides of his face at first before moving down to the sides of his waist, pushing his own body closer, needing to feel more of him.

“Someone’s eager,” Satoru teases lightly in between kisses, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m the one that had to tell you that we’re not having sex in the car.”

“That’s just because we’ve never done it in the car,” Satoru has his brows furrowed and a slight frown on his face as he says it. “Sorry for wanting to try something new.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Suguru chuckles and gives him one more kiss before letting him free from the door and hurrying down the short hallway to their bedroom.

The afternoon sun starts to shine through their windows, the warm light making it to the foot of the bed before it stops. The bed is still neatly made from the morning, practically asking to be ruined by two tall, needy, and slightly careless men. As soon as they’re through the door, Satoru is already tossing his shirt to the floor, Suguru following closely behind before grabbing his husband and kissing him roughly once again. Satoru knows what to expect, so he’s like putty in his husband’s hands, ready for whatever he’s about to throw at him. 

While keeping their lips together, Suguru uses one of his hands to rub at Satoru’s length through his shorts, only to feel him already half hard. “Someone’s eager,” Suguru teases him similarly as his lips deviate from Satoru’s to trail kisses down the side of his neck, nipping and sucking underneath his jaw. 

“Shut up,” Satoru says with a breathy response. Although he’s trying not to moan at the hand massaging his cock combined with the way Suguru’s lips feel on his neck, the smile is apparent in his voice when he says it. He lets his eyes close as his head falls back, giving Suguru as much room as he can to do whatever he wants to his neck.

Remembering that they have important plans tomorrow, Suguru decides to leave the reddish purple marks where they can be easily hidden. His hands find the sides of Satoru’s hips where he sticks his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down all in one go. He smiles as he leans in to kiss his husband again, pushing his own off and kicking them onto the floor, leaving both of them in nothing but socks and their wedding rings.

After a moment longer of kissing like he can’t get enough, he pulls away and turns Satoru around to face the edge of the bed. He presses soft kisses to the back of Satoru’s shoulders and leads slowly up to his neck, sending shivers down his pale spine. His hands slowly caress up and down Satoru’s forearms, only making the anticipation build more intensely. After leaving one last kiss just under his ear, Suguru whispers with a smirk on his face. “Be a good boy and get on your knees for me.” 

The smile on Satoru’s face appears just as quickly as he kneels down on the edge of the bed. He closes his eyes as he feels Suguru’s lips on the skin of his shoulders once again, leaving wet kisses all over. Taking in a deep breath through his nose, he smiles at the feeling of Suguru’s breath next to his ear once again. “Open,” he demands in a whisper, and before the word is even all the way out of Suguru’s mouth, Satoru’s lips are already parted, waiting for the thick fingers that he’s grown to expect with excitement. He can see the reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room the way Suguru’s arm wraps around his shoulder to get his fingers into his mouth. His breaths are shaky, a dull ache in his low stomach as he’s watching in the mirror the way that Suguru is leaving kisses all over his skin as he sucks diligently on his fingers.

After slipping his fingers out of Satoru’s mouth, Suguru continues whispering, his warm breath tickling his ear and sending tingles throughout Satoru’s body. “So good for me.” Satoru watches in the mirror as Suguru painfully slowly lowers his hand until he finally feels his fingers teasing his entrance. He inhales sharply at the feeling, wanting to feel him deep inside of him already. His hips twitch ever so slightly back, and of course Suguru notices. “Gotta wait for me baby… Patience.” He presses his lips to the spot underneath Satoru’s ear as he slowly presses his middle finger inside, earning a soft whimper from him.

Suguru stands behind him as he’s kneeled on the edge of the bed, watching the way his face reacts in the mirror. After a couple moments longer, he adds a second finger, earning another whimper from his needy husband. “Feel good baby?” 

“Mhm,” Satoru hums as his eyebrows scrunch together and he nods his head. His eyes are squeezed shut, the feeling of Suguru’s fingers slowly working inside of him one of euphoria. 

With his free hand, Suguru wraps it around the front of Satoru and puts his hand on his throat. He squeezes lightly just for a moment before tilting his head further back so that he’s looking up at the ceiling, almost behind him. He smiles at the way Satoru arches his back to look further over before he connects their lips together. Both of their mouths are hot as they come together, Suguru continuing to slowly stretch him out with his curling fingers as he slips his tongue into his mouth. 

Satoru lets out a moan as he feels the curve of his strong fingers inside of him, putting a smile on Suguru’s face up against his lips. 

Suguru pulls away, letting his grip on Satoru’s neck go before pushing him down onto his hands and knees this time. He hears as Satoru lets out a little giggle and looks at him in the mirror, seeing the playful smile he has on his face. Their eyes meet in the mirror and Suguru cocks an eyebrow before pulling his fingers out, causing Satoru to cry out at the sudden emptiness.

“That was mean,” he says with a pout on his face. Suguru shakes his head before he spits down onto his cock and gives it a couple pumps with his hand. 

“That was nothing,” Suguru says in response as he lines his tip up with Satoru’s hole, “I can show you mean.”

Satoru has a smirk on his lips once again. A short, “Hm,” is all he says in response as his eyes roll almost as if in defiance. 

Fuck I love when he’s bratty like this, Suguru thinks to himself before pushing himself inside, causing a moan to rip from Satoru’s chest at the sudden full feeling. The wet warmth surrounding him makes his core tighten as he slowly pushes all the way inside. 

“Oh- ha- fuck Sugu,” he moans, his eyes looking at Suguru’s face in the reflection of the mirror, but he sees that he’s looking down, watching as his cock disappears as it’s engulfed by his husband’s ass. His hands grip the cushy duvet in front of him as he arches his back, desperate to feel every inch of Suguru’s cock buried inside of him. Suguru stills for a moment, letting him adjust to the size before pulling back out, only to push back in once again. 

“So fucking tight and perfect for me baby,” Suguru mutters as he slowly rocks his hips forward and back. Satoru lets his head drop and shoves his face into the sheets with a cry, only to feel a hand on the back of his head, fingers lacing into the longer pieces of his hair above his undercut. Suguru grips the back of his head with his hair and pulls him back up, clicking his tongue at the same time. “Nh nnh,” Suguru hums with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, “need you to keep your eyes up for me baby.”

Satoru lets out a groan with an open mouth smile as his eyes meet with Suguru’s in the mirror, finally realizing what he’s in for this time. He finds it difficult to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as Suguru fills him from behind, but he does his best as he looks into the mirror. The look on his face is one that would look insane to him normally, but he forgets about it completely when he moves his gaze up to see the look on Suguru’s. Satoru sees his bottom lip is tucked in between his teeth as he looks down at where his hands hold firmly onto his hips, his fingers feeling his hot skin underneath their touch. 

“See how pretty you look like this, baby?” Suguru praises from behind, their eyes locked on one another in the reflection of the mirror. Satoru can’t do anything but let out a satisfied whine in response. “Can’t even answer me, hm?” He teases as he slows down his pace a bit, almost coming to a stop once he fills Satoru to the hilt before pulling back out slowly again. “You feel so fucking good, Toru; so warm, squeezing me just right - and look how pretty you look while I fuck you.”

Satoru hears his ramblings, but can’t seem to form coherent words, too overwhelmed by the long and almost painfully slow strokes. “Ngh, sh-shit,” he manages to get out, seeing the smile on Suguru’s face as he says it. As Suguru slowly presses against the sweet spot deep inside of him, he feels a familiar tightening deep in his stomach that’s winding up, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Cumming for me already?” Suguru says with a teasing tilt in his voice before his hips come to a stop, knowing Satoru’s body well enough to know that he’s about to cum. “You’re going to have to wait a little bit longer than that.” Satoru’s eyes widen, feeling like he’s about to finish, but suddenly Suguru pulls out, earning a gasp from Satoru at the empty feeling.

“Fuck!” Satoru cries out, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm drifting away from him. “Why?” he asks with a whine as his body flops down and looks up at Suguru in the mirror with pleading eyes. 

“You’re the one teasing me while there’s an assistant in my office, my love,” Suguru says in a stern, yet still playful voice. “I told you that you were gonna get it, and you seemed more than enthusiastic about it yesterday, what changed?” he continues, at this point teasing him more than anything as he easily slips back inside of Satoru’s needy hole. “Maybe this’ll teach you to listen - though I highly doubt that.”

“Why would I wanna do that when- ah- when being a brat is s-so much fun?” Satoru teases back, an open mouthed smile on his face as Suguru fills him up once again. 

“Remember that when you get what’s coming to you, baby,” Suguru says as his hand leaves a swift smack on Satoru’s ass, earning a surprised moan from him. He picks up his pace again, getting back to the steady rhythm that he had going before he pulled out. He looks at the way Satoru’s eyes are starting to close and bites his lip. “I said eyes on me, baby,” Suguru says, noticing how quickly his head snaps back up and their eyes meet. A smile sits on his face, realizing how well it seems that he has him trained. “Good boy, Toru,” he coos, his praise putting a dopey smile on Satoru’s face.

Satoru swears that he can see stars in the corners of his vision, trying to keep his eyes on the mirror as he feels Suguru’s tip nudging oh so perfectly against his prostate with seemingly no effort. He feels his eyes start to water, the feeling of pleasure so overwhelming that he has to let his eyes roll back into his head. 

Smiling at the sight, rather than telling him off, Suguru pulls out yet again, earning another whine from his husband. “I couldn’t have fucked you so dumb that you can’t keep your eyes on me, have I baby?” His tone as he says the latter half of his sentence nearly makes Satoru’s head spin. 

“Nn-nh,” Satoru answers, the tears brimming his eyes threatening to spill over the edges and down his cheeks at any moment. He knows that he could keep his head up if he really tried, but of course he loves it when Suguru gets this way; it turns him on even more than he thought was possible. He’s used to him typically being sweet and soft, letting Satoru have his way, so when he’s acting this way, it’s an exciting change. The praise mixed with his attitude is enough to drive Satoru mad. 

“Do you want to get on top?” Suguru asks with a raised brow. “You were making fun of my workout so why don’t you show off for me? Show me how easy my little leg workout really was. ” Satoru shakes his head as he lets out a tired sounding chuckle. 

“Are you joking?” He already felt like his legs were jelly underneath him, barely able to hold himself up without Suguru’s help. If he tried to do anything of that nature, he’s almost 100% sure that he’d collapse on the floor.

Suguru chuckles as he wraps his arm around the front of Satoru’s chest once again and lets his hand find its spot gently around his throat. He pulls him up so that his chest is pressed against Satoru’s back, their tacky skin sticking together from the thin layer of sweat covering them both. Satoru lets out a weak whimper as he finds himself being pulled up off of his hands. In a stern whisper, he speaks into his ear. “If you wanna cum, I suggest keeping your eyes up then, yeah?” They can see each other in the reflection of the mirror and Satoru nods his head with a gulp as he feels Suguru’s whisper send a shiver down his spine. “Good boy,” he says as he lets go of his grip and pushes Satoru back down against the mattress.

Letting himself fall against the bed, Satoru keeps his eyes on his husband in the mirror, feeling full again as he slips his cock back inside. “F-fuck,” he stutters, one hand full of bedsheets as the other reaches back to grab for Suguru’s hand. His fingers interlace with Suguru’s and he holds on tight like he’s going to run away if he doesn’t. Quickly, Suguru picks up his pace, the knot quickly building back up deep inside of Satoru’s stomach. “Please don’t stop Sugu,” he sobs, salty tears finally spilling over his eyes and down his cheeks. “Please, plea- ah!” He continues to beg, feeling the coil in his core about to snap at any second.

“Finally too much for you, hm?” Suguru teases as he snaps his hips hard and deep, using Satoru’s hand for leverage while his other hand holds onto his shoulder. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like this,” Suguru says, watching in the mirror as hot tears roll down his husband’s flushed pink cheeks. He grabs the hair at the back of his head and pulls him back enough that he can talk right into his ear again, his chest resting against Satoru’s back as his hips continue to slowly roll into him. “You like it, don’t you?” He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice as he looks at both of their faces in the mirror. The tired yet devilish smirk that appears on Satoru’s face is all he needs to know he’s right. He knew he was right before the smile, but it’s more exciting to see the actual reaction it pulls from him.

He decides that he’s tortured him enough and doesn’t stop this time, going as deep as his body will let him, giving Satoru’s insides no space to breathe. “Yes, yes, yes, ye-” Satoru repeats over and over as he finally reaches the edge, Suguru finally letting him finish with a wave of euphoria rushing over his body as he cums. He watches in the mirror as his jaw falls slack, but he can’t actually see anything, the pleasure and tears taking over his vision as Suguru perfectly rams into his sweet spot over and over again as his orgasm takes over his body. 

“There you go, baby,” Suguru coos as he continues through Satoru’s orgasm, feeling the way his walls are contracting around his cock as he keeps up his pace. “Let it all out, Toru,” he says, his voice sweet but also breathy as he chases his own high, eyes still locked in the mirror, although Satoru’s vision is blurred with tears. 

Satoru collapses, his legs finally giving out underneath him as his body writhes with pleasure, weak moans and cries escaping his throat. All he can do is watch Suguru in the mirror with a sleepy smile as he feels him continues fucking into him. He looks so perfect like this, he thinks to himself, unable to actually form any words out loud. His eyes roll back as Suguru continues to nudge against his sweet spot, until he finally pulls out, letting himself cum on Satoru’s ass with a groan. Satoru watches and listens with a smile as Suguru finally comes to a stop, the two of them there breathing heavily after their practically second full workout of the day.

Suguru tries to catch his breath for a moment, standing in place against the edge of the bed just trying to chill out. “Holy shit, baby,” he breathes out as he leans over to press a kiss to the back of Satoru’s shoulder, still breathing heavily. “You okay?”

Satoru still feels like he can’t speak, and all he can manage is a tired, “Mmhm,” and a slight nod of his head, weak smile still plastered on his face. Suguru chuckles at his response and presses one more kiss to his sticky skin before heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean him up. 

“I should be making you do this,” Suguru says mostly to himself as a joke, but loud enough that Satoru can hear him from the other room as he runs a cloth under hot water and wrings it out. 

“Nooooo,” is all he hears from Satoru from where he still lies face down on the bed, pulling a chuckle from his chest. 

“Yeah yeah, you big baby,” Suguru replies as he heads back out to wipe off his husband with the warm towel before tossing it on top of their sweaty pile of gym clothes that still sits discarded on the floor. He kneels down on the bed before collapsing down beside Satoru, draping his arm over his back and pulling himself close. He kisses the side of his sweaty head and lets his face rest right next to his. “Are you sure you’re okay Toru?” he asks, resting up on his elbow and looking at Satoru who’s still lying face down in the sheets. He hears a response, but it’s too muffled by the bed. “Baby, you have to pick your face up, I can’t hear you.”

“I said you fucked me too good - I can’t move,” Satoru says, turning his head just enough to the side so that he can be heard this time. His eyes are closed and his cheeks are pink while his hair sticks to his forehead messily. Suguru chuckles and presses yet another kiss to the side of his head as he cuddles up next to him, both of their feet hanging off the side of the bed behind them. He lets his fingers trace up and down the skin of Satoru’s back, feeling the soft texture underneath his fingers.

“Do you want to go sit in the bath for a while?” Suguru asks after they sit silently for a moment. 

Satoru turns his head more to finally be able to look up at Suguru. “Mmhm,” he hums with a nod of his head. His eyes are slightly red and his cheeks still tear stained. Suguru smiles and leans down to kiss both of his flushed cheeks. He starts to stand up, but Satoru protests with a whine.

“Baby, I’m just going to get it started, I promise I’ll be right back to cuddle you some more.”

“No, not yet.” Suguru lies back down at his request. “Just a little bit longer and then you can go.” Satoru finally turns onto his side and wraps his arm over Suguru’s waist, trying to pull him closer than he already is. He does the same thing, letting his fingers graze over the soft skin of Suguru’s back and waist as they lie there silently. The sunlight has moved further up the bed, almost making it into their eyes, but not quite enough to where it’s uncomfortable yet. They rest with their faces right in front of each other, just looking into each other’s eyes for a short while. “Your eyes are so pretty, Sugu, have I ever told you that? They look warm and sweet like honey.” He knows better than anyone that he’s said it before, but misses no opportunity to tell his husband just how beautiful he finds every part of him. 

“Yes you have baby,” Suguru says with a smile, moving just enough to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Your eyes are pretty too baby. They look just like the ocean.” Satoru smiles back at him and moves his head forward to connect their lips delicately. The kiss is slow and soft, as if they were trying not to break one another. They both smile into it before finally pulling away, looking into each other’s eyes once again. “Can I go start the bath now?” Suguru asks, raising his eyebrows as he waits for a response. Satoru nods his head with a smile, finally ready to sit in the hot bath. 

After their relaxing bath and quick shower to rinse off, they head upstairs, feeling refreshed and clean once again.

“Do you still want me to make chicken skewers and stir fry for dinner?” Suguru asks from where he stands in the kitchen. He holds open the fridge, looking at what he needs while he waits for an answer from Satoru.

“Sugu, I wasn’t kidding in the slightest when I told you that’s what I wanted for dinner tonight.” Satoru says, turning to look over the back of the couch at him. He sits with his laptop open in his lap, planning on finally writing a response to his sister. Suguru nods his head and grabs everything out of the fridge that he needs to start cooking, letting Satoru pay attention to what he’s doing on his computer. Shiro lies curled up next to him, eyes closed as she naps peacefully.

Soft music plays on the tv along with the sounds of Suguru working around the kitchen while Satoru taps away at his keyboard, telling her about what their plans are for the next day. He does what he normally does and first answers questions from her before moving onto what else he wants to tell her.

‘Suguru and I are going to meet two little girls tomorrow. They’re 6 years old and if everything goes how we want it, hopefully we’ll be able to adopt them in the next few months.’

He can’t help but hold back the smile that’s on his face as he types out the words. It’s so close, and yet it still feels like it’s so far away. “Ughh,” he groans as he lets his head fall over the back of the couch, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“I know you’re hungry but It shouldn’t take too long, baby,” Suguru says as he puts the chicken skewers on the stove to cook. 

“That’s not why I’m ugh-ing, Sugu.”

“Why are you ugh-ing then?” Suguru asks as he slowly walks over towards the couch, arms relaxed as they’re crossed in front of his chest. Satoru still sits with his head fallen back, so he leans over and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, putting a smile on his face.

“Today is taking foreverrr, I just want it to be tomorrow already.”

Suguru nods his head. “I know Toru. I’m excited too, but don’t think about it too hard, you’ll give yourself a nosebleed,” he says as he quickly ruffles his snowy hair and shuffles back into the kitchen to make sure nothing is burning. “Kiyo said we’re meeting at Genjiyama park at 12, so we can sleep in, have some breakfast, and then head over there.”

“Funny that you think I’ll even be able to sleep, Sugu,” Satoru says as he scrunches his nose at his computer screen. He pushes his breath quickly out of his nose and continues writing. 

‘I think Sugu and I are going to come to your birthday party! He really wants to meet you and I would love to see my baby sister again.’ He feels a sting of sadness in his chest as he writes that sentence, thinking about how he can’t even fully remember the last time he saw her in person. He didn’t realize that it would be the last time, but thinking back on it, he wishes that he would have cherished it more. Quickly his sadness turns to anger the more he thinks about it. Who are they to keep my own sister away from me? I wasn’t even ten years old and they treated me like I wasn’t their son anymore; like I was just some kid that lived in the same house as them.

He notices that his jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed, visibly frustrated over how his parents treated him when he was younger. It’s not my fault ojiichan left everything to me. I was only ten years old! He lets out a quiet grumble as he tries to calm himself down, letting his hand rest on Shiro and petting her. She wakes up with a startled noise at the sudden touch. “Sorry su-shi,” Satoru apologizes to her and continues petting her, scratching under her chin just where she likes it. 

“You okay, mister grumpy pants?” Suguru asks from the kitchen, hearing Satoru’s frustrated noises and trying to cheer him up a little bit with some playful teasing. 

“Yeah don’t worry about it, Gugu, I’m alright,” Satoru says, shutting his laptop and setting it on the coffee table before standing up and rounding the edge of the couch before heading into the kitchen. Suguru stands at the stove and when he feels Satoru’s arms wrap around his waist and tighten, it puts a smile on his face.

He lets his free hand rest on top of Satoru’s, his thumb grazing over the warm skin comfortingly. “You sure?” Satoru’s chin rests on his right shoulder, looking over at what he’s doing. Satoru doesn’t answer right away, but leaves a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sure.” Satoru watches as Suguru does the final preparations on the stir fry, the hot chicken skewers already done and just sitting in the pan to keep warm. “Just writing my response to Sakura.”

Suguru nods his head slowly. “What are you saying? Or is this a super secret sibling thing that I wouldn’t understand?” Suguru teases again, doing his best at putting a smile on Satoru’s face and easily being successful. 

“Just telling her about what we’re doing tomorrow, everything that’s going on, just the usual update.” Suguru is quiet, almost like he’s waiting for Satoru to continue, so he does. “I said that we’d go to her birthday party in September…”

“You decided?” Suguru asks, slightly surprised and continuing to run his thumb over the skin of his husband’s hand. He feels as Satoru nods his head.

“Mhm. I really wanna see her and I don’t care if my parents are there or not,” he says, giving Suguru a squeeze before letting go and moving to stand next to him with his back to the counter. “And I want her to meet you,” he says with a smile as his arms cross in front of his chest.

Suguru smiles down at the pan and looks over at Satoru with the same smile. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“I think you two are gonna get along perfectly,” Satoru says, excited about it already, despite her birthday not being for another three months. He can’t wait to see the way the two of them interact, and hopes that this will lead to being able to see her more often. 

“Our babies are gonna need an auntie,” Suguru says, grabbing plates from where they sit on the countertop on the other side of the stove. It puts a wide smile on Satoru’s face to think about it. He nods his head and pulls open the utensil drawer, grabbing out everything to help set the table.

“I can’t wait, Sugu,” Satoru says as he saunters over towards the table, setting their places so that they can eat their dinner.

“Tomorrow, baby… Tomorrow,” Suguru says with a smile, thinking about how it can’t come fast enough. He fills both of their plates and joins Satoru at the table, setting them down on the wood before sitting across from his husband. 

Satoru scoots his chair in and picks up his first skewer with furrowed brows and a slight frown on his lips. “Tomorrow needs to come faster.”

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT ✃

❝ we in love & started dating at your art school..

..cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time..

..except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design ❞

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

🪡SUMMARY

You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

⍟ JJK college au ⍟ art students au ⍟ no curse au

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✍️ your designs

📋 your model rating list

(these 2 are optional for more visuals, if u have ur own ideas pls feel free to ignore)

┌──── “ group chats 💬 „

👥 Fashion Famous 🧑‍🎨🧵

👥 Film GC 📽️

👥 day 1’s

👥 y/n’s fan club

🪡TWITTER PROFILES

chapters below cut

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✆ chapter 1: Extra Credit

✆ chapter 2: Flirting Business Tactic

✆ chapter 3: Fashion Walk

✆ chapter 4: Leaf

✆ chapter 5: Model Castings

✆ chapter 6: Can’t wait to see u

✆ chapter 7: Snacks

✆ chapter 8: Movies

✆ chapter 9: Asleep

✆ chapter 10: Late

✆ chapter 11: Third Wheel

✆ chapter 12: Reminded me of you

✆ chapter 13: Iron

✆ chapter 14: Flip a coin

✆ chapter 15: 8-ball

✆ chapter 16: Deserve each other

✆ chapter 17: Romeo o’ romeo

✆ chapter 18: Bro

✆ chapter 19: First Date

✆ chapter 20: Puzzle

✆ chapter 21: Don’t tell anyone

✆ chapter 22: Fraud

✆ chapter 23: Zip-up

✆ chapter 24: Beading & Braiding

✆ chapter 25: Guess

✆ chapter 26: Ignored

✆ chapter 27: Fixing him

✆ chapter 28: Couch

✆ chapter 29: Films

✆ chapter 30: Sleepover

✆ chapter 31: Out of guesses

✆ chapter 32: Portraits of love

✆ chapter 33: Rehearsal

✆ chapter 34: Show

EPILOGUE

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡2

pt 1 here

Obsessive!Choso whose heart was beating harder than usual, standing outside hoping to see you so you could walk in together. Standing against the wall next to the door. The winter weather made it early enough for the campus lights to not be turned on yet, but late enough to be dark outside. Seeing you walk up the steps that led to the doors, looking down at your phone that lit up your face enough for him to see you. Smiling as his eyebrows pinched together when he saw you bundled up in your coat. “Be careful, you don't know that weirdo.” He heard who he assumed was one of your friend's on facetime with you. Seeing your eyebrows furrow towards the phone, “I gotta go- I'll call you later.” he heard you say, hanging up the phone and muttering, ‘bitch’ before pulling open one of the heavy doors of the library. His cheeks felt warm at the thought that you didn't even notice him, making a mental note that you don't pay attention to your surroundings.

Obsessive!Choso who walked in a few minutes after you, making sure his shoe laces were tied and his shirt wasn't wrinkled. Fiddling with one of the many rings on his hands when he scanned the open library. Trying to find you in the sea of students. Spotting you behind a glass door of the study rooms. Mind making him see a halo around you. Whos heart almost burst in seeing that you had reserved a study room just for him. Who was so sure, that the only reason you reserved it was to be alone with him.

Obsessive!Choso whose feet felt numb in his heavy shoes as he walked across the library, a small smile on his lips when he saw you with your head on your hand while writing something down. His hand connecting with the steel door handle with a small ‘clink’. Making you flinch at the sound and look over at the door with a smile. Whos hand was clenched tightly into a fist at seeing your warm smile greet him, taking a seat across the table from you. Setting his worn out backpack onto the chair next to him. Looking at the wall behind you, seeing you shifting in your seat from the corner of his eye. You spoke up, asking if he understood anything that was being taught. “The TA always confuses me- Starting a sentence and then going back to the topic from before.” You laughed, trying to ease the tension in the air, seeing his face go unchanged as he looked to the door. “S’not that hard to understand.” He mumbled, placing his hands atop his thighs, his shoulders going stiff when he realized how rude that sounded coming out of his mouth. Looking over to see your face of embarrassment. “I didn't mean-” he started, sitting up straight and leaning onto the table. “No, it's okay!” You assured, seeing his face finally change from stoic to showing you some kind of emotion. “I do that a lot too.” you smiled, opening your laptop and scrolling to the assignment requirements. His fingers scratching at the chipping black nail polish on his nails that he needed to redo soon. Choso’s eyes scanning the back of your laptop, seeing the many band stickers and comic book strips cover the silver back. ‘Are you a nerd?’ he thought in adoration, the corners of his mouth hesitating to smile. Recognizing some of the stickers he saw. Making sure to remember the name ‘Destroy Boys’ to look it up later. Wanting to desperately take a picture so he could research every single one, desperately wanting to know where the other stickers were from. 

Obsessive!Choso who scanned the entire screen of your laptop when you turned it so you could both see. Seeing if you had any tabs open that he could see. Noticing you had streaming sites pinned to the top of safari. Seeing your fingers fiddle with the pen in your hand as you started speaking about what you had in mind for the project. Only replying with, ‘That's fine.’ and ‘Okay’ making sure to shut himself up to hear you speak longer. You excused his dry replies with, ‘maybe he's just not the talking type.’ it didn't bother you, but you wished he would form some kind of opinion on what you were suggesting.

Obsessive!Choso who heard you ask, “Would it be okay if you wrote the Summary? I hate that part of these projects-” almost immediately saying “Yes.” before you could finish. Seeing you write a list of the things that had to be done and splitting it in half. Seeing your perfectly manicured hands slide the paper over to him. “Sorry if my writing is a little messy.” you smiled, pulling your computer over to face you and typing. Seeing that you were focused on the screen, he grazed his fingers onto the purple ink from your pen. It was messy, but Choso didn't care, if he couldn't make out the words he'd spend the next hour trying to understand them. Almost clenching his heart when he saw the little scribbles of flowers adorn the top of the lined page. “I'll send you the link to the doc-” your voice trailed off, scanning the screen with your eyes. Oblivious to how Choso was admiring the page you gave him. This was finally his chance, he finally had an opportunity to ask you-“Do you have an instagram?” he asked, looking down at his hands when he heard your fingers stop typing. “I don't really like social media.” you smiled, looking up from your screen to look at him.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his heart could shatter at your words ‘Liar.’ Choso thought, ‘Why would you lie to me?’ his thoughts were interrupted when he heard you speak up again. “I could give you my phone number? I find it alot easier to talk to people through messages or calls.” You spoke, your words mending the cracks in his heart from your lie. In truth, you didn't like lying to people, but the mere thought of giving him your instagram and letting him see the bullshit you spam onto your story was humiliating enough. Choso pulled his phone out quickly, fingers gliding across his screen as he pressed the ‘add contact’ button. Sliding his phone over to you. Seeing you do the same, his heart fluttered at the sight of trading phones. Seeing small charms jingle at the corner of your phone when he picked it up, noticing it was a newer model of his phone, and a lot smaller.

Obsessive!Choso who almost let out a choked sigh when he looked over and saw how big his phone was compared to your hand. Taking a mental picture as you struggled to hold it. Seeing you slide it back to him, his eyes looking over your name in his phone. Sliding yours back to you. Immediately memorizing your phone number in case he ever lost it. Your eyes scan the screen before looking at the top right corner and seeing the time. ‘6:45 PM’ it read. Hearing you close your laptop and gather your things, “I gotta get goin’ now-” You muttered, standing from your chair and placing your laptop into your bag. “I'll see you in class.” you smiled, looking at his face that finally cracked a small smile back to you. “Bye!” you said as you waved goodbye to him, stepping out of the room. Seeing him give you a small wave in return. 

Obsessive!Choso whose breath hitched when he saw you left behind the same purple pen you used to write the list you gave him. He looked up to call out to you, but he didn't say anything. Reaching down to grab it, his fingers grazed the smooth plastic as he pictured your hand around it. ‘Did you leave this just for me?’ he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. Hearing a harsh knock onto the door, snapping his head to see a student holding the sheet that showed his reserved time was over. Gathering his pencil and notebook, delicately placing the stray paper you had given him in between a red folder from his backpack. And putting your pen into his pocket before walking out. Choso couldn't see himself, but he felt like his cheeks were warm, and he was sure his ears were red.

Obsessive!Choso who almost ran back to his studio apartment near the school's campus. Sitting at his desk as he digitally scanned the list you wrote, his eyes almost glimmering when he saw the image on his laptop showing that the scan was complete. Rummaging through his discarded school supplies and finding a plastic paper sleeve, gently sliding the page inside. Smiling while he cleared a space in his closet. Gently placing a small stool inside and taping the sleeved page onto the wall. Reaching into his pocket and placing the pen in the center. Thinking, ‘I'll just leave it here so it won't get ruined.’ while he centered the pen onto the stool. ‘I'll give it back next time I see them.’ he assured himself. Walking back to his computer and zooming in on the words you wrote. Remembering the name of a band on the back of your laptop, he opened a new tab. His fingers typing in ‘Destroy Boys’ into the search bar, seeing a picture of the band. Scrolling down and clicking the link that opened spotify. Clicking on the song that was #1 on their page. His eyes slightly widening when he heard the loud music blare through his laptop speakers. Clicking the button that showed him the lyrics. ‘This is what you listen to?’ surprised that you'd listen to music so similar to what he listened to. 

Obsessive!Choso who was so tempted to scroll through the thousands of monthly listeners in hopes to find you. Instead, settling on changing your name in his phone from your first and last name, to your first name with a small ‘♡’ next to it, hoping you'd do the same. Scrolling through his camera roll, before choosing a picture he stole from your friend's story, one where you were caught off guard and smiling. One of his favorite pictures of you he had screenshotted. The same picture he used as his wallpaper, pretending he was the one who took it. Making sure he changed it to a black screen before he went to the library earlier, in case you saw it. Looking back up to his laptop and playing the band's entire discography. Listening to the lyrics and adding the ones he thought you'd listen to into a playlist. Going to stand up when his phone dinged, looking down to see your name pop up. His hands shaking taking a screenshot of the first text message you had ever sent him. ‘Hey! Here's the link to the doc :) in case you wanna change something about it.’ he read, almost hearing your voice in his head. His hands went clammy when he saw you had sent him a smiley face. ‘Are you...No. Are you flirting with me?’ he thought to himself. Going to his computer and opening the message, clicking onto the link and seeing that you were looking at it too.

Obsessive!Choso who smiled so hard at the idea that you were looking at the google doc at the same time. Taking his fingers and moving his cursor to hover above yours. Letting out a quiet laugh when he thought about how technically he was holding your hand right now. Hoping that you were looking at what he was doing, but the chances of you just leaving your computer open while doing something in your bedroom were higher than his hopes. Opening the notification on his phone and replying, ‘thank you:)’ before turning off his phone and looking back to his computer. His hands in between his knees as he stared, hearing the music you listened to blare through his laptop.

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pt 3 here

..... mm I luv him sm, im gettin to the actual stalking soon, could you tell? wrote this while listening to 'Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge'

[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice Masterlist

Breakups suck, but they hurt even more when the man you were in love with cheats on you. Your friends couldn't stand to see you rotting in the dorm for another day and instead dragged you out to the first big party of the year. The goal was to cheer you up but they accidentally let you drink one too many shots with the hockey team and watched as you made a complete fool of yourself. You wake up the next morning, no memories, and in a stranger's bed. The bed of the star goalie. Choso Kamo.

College AU, Hockey AU

Pairings: Choso x F!Reader, Toji x F!Reader

MDNI

Chapter Index

Class List

One- The Morning After

Two- Regrets

Three- Black Flash

Four

Five

Six

More coming...

[fanta2y]

The Little Things

a little drabble inspired by @rrairey and her post on sukuna peeling an orange so THANK HER FOR THIS CUTE LITTLE THING

@archive-network (ooo you wanna click it so bad)

cw: none

word count: 697 (very short)

The door of your shared apartment swung open as you walked in, practically dead on your feet from the long and tiring hours of work today. You wanted nothing more than to curl into bed, cuddle with your personal furnace of a boyfriend and sleep for the next week. 

But you knew Ryomen was probably having an equally, if not worse day than you. And being disgustingly in love with him, you would push aside the tired ache that felt bone deep, for him to come home with a hot meal. 

You were stopped in your tracks when you realized that his shoes were already propped by the front door, his nice suit jacket hung up on the rack. 

“Ryo?!” You called out, your voice echoing along the walls. You walked through the apartment, making your way into the kitchen. When your eyes landed on a plate, wrapped in plastic wrap with your name written on it. 

The food looked delicious, the steam getting trapped inside the wrap. It brought a smile to your face as you grabbed the plate and made your way to the bedroom. Where you assumed he would be. 

“Ryo?” You called to him again, opening the door of your shared bedroom. The plate still in hand, you found him laying blissfully on the bed. His shirt no where to be found, his pajama pants hanging lowly on his hips as he flipped through a book. 

He hummed, his eyes flicking up from his book to meet yours. 

“Welcome home.” He said, his voice gravely and soft. The tone only you got to hear from him, the smile never left your lips as you made your way over to where he was laying. Placing the still warm plate on the bedside table, you leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Did you make me dinner?” A teasing lilt to your voice as you whispered the question against his lips. 

“No.” His signature smirk adorning his face, as you giggled. 

“No?” You shook your head at his antics, kissing him once more in a silent thank you. 

This is the way Ryomen functioned. He could never admit that he had done something for you. Either flat out denying it or coming up with some excuse as to why it was easier for him to do it, or why he had to do it instead of you. 

No matter what he said, the warmth that it left in your heart never dimmed. Knowing that the way he showed his love and care for you was not through sweet words or gifts, but through silent acts. Making dinner for you when you come home, folding your laundry for you after hearing you complain about it, making you coffee in the morning before you wake up. 

Its the little things that make you fall so much more in love with him. The silly excuses you both knew were false could never falter the love you shared with him. 

“It was the coffee fairy.” He would say, barely being able to hide the smirk with his book. 

“I don’t even know where your clothes go.” He would argue, both of you knowing that he was the one who helped you organize your closet when he first moved in. Being a stickler for organization and him knowing exactly where everything goes. 

You teased him often by calling him a control freak and he just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you while you giggled away at his antics. 

“Well thank you, whoever it was.” You said, moving away from his side of the bed. Grabbing your plate before getting yourself comfortable. 

Enjoying the homemade dinner thoroughly, and knowing to bring two forks because if you knew Ryomen, you knew he would try and sneakily steal your food whenever you ate infront of him. He said he was simply collecting his taxes from you, like some king of a medivial kingdom. 

It never failed to make you smile. These calm, soft moments with him. Knowing him more intimately than anyone else, filled your heart with sweet joy and satisfaction. Which made your dinner taste all the more delicious. 

authors note: EEEKKK this one is really cute, i love the way it turned out !! i love me some soft sukuna :))) hehehehe i hope you guys enjoyeddd !! and thank you for readinggg <3

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Angel Of Small Death

⚠️𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀𝐀𝐠𝐞less and blank blogs will be 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝🎀

Pairing: OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Genre: Smut, Porn with plot.

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: PWP, reader is a big woman, female bodied reader, no protection, pussy eating, good ol' sex, colleagues

Summary: Geto Suguru is the bane of your existence. You hate him. He hates you. The entire office is convinced you’re going to kill each other someday. But damn if it doesn’t feel good when he fucks you senseless.

A/N: This is a collab with @ominouslywritinginmyhead. We've been cooking it for a while and it's gonna be slow but it's one of the most delicious things Saber has thought of that I know. Banner and dividers are mine.

Chapter 1

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The first thing any viewer would see was Yuuji trying very hard not to laugh. As a fresh graduate, he’d assumed office work would be the most mind-numbing activity in the world, but Jujutsu Inc. had proved him wrong within weeks. 

Without a word, Yuuji switched the camera to reveal the messy and noisy twelfth-floor office he’d been working in since April. In the foreground was his favourite senpai Nanami, determinedly staring at his laptop and pretending that he couldn’t hear the showdown going on right behind him.

“—two-faced thieving snake, I know you stole my clients!”

“I did not steal them; I simply suggested that they might benefit more from a more, shall we say, experienced team.”

“Experienced, my ass. You couldn’t even move two steps forward with that last file!”

“And why do you think that happened? Because you interfered and had half my team on leave!”

“That wasn’t my fault; the company requires us to take our paid holidays within two years of getting them — if your team is too overworked to take any vacation days, that’s on you.”

“You think you’re so superior, don’t you? If you actually looked in the mirror for once in your life, you’d see that you’re nothing but a sneaky backstabber who should be fired by now.”

“Oh, I should be fired? Well, if I am, I’ll be sure to tell HR about your little mind games and how you had those poor interns crying—”

In the background, one would be able to hear Yuuji’s uncontrollable giggling combined with Gojo-senpai calling out to the other employees: “They’re at it again! I think Suguru’s going to win this time~”

In full view of the camera, the two team leaders stormed out of the office, leaving through different doors. Just before Yuuji turned the camera off, Gojo-senpai began to laugh like a hyena. “If anyone’s brave enough to stop them, I’ll treat you lot to drinks tonight!”

Suguru smirked. Trust Satoru to find that entertaining. Apparently, his plan of treating the office to drinks wasn’t the only one going around: according to Shoko, the entire office had a betting pool on what could happen in each of these little…arguments. They weren’t stupid enough to do it to his face — or yours, for that matter. But it was quite obvious now what that stray 1000 yen bill on Satoru’s desk yesterday afternoon had been for. 

Not that anyone was going to win by very much, especially since they had no idea what went on behind the scenes. And quite frankly, Suguru didn’t want them to know.

The two of you were lucky that the janitor had called in sick this morning, and that nobody had come looking for the mop.

“Haa—dammit, Suguru, why’d you roll your sleeves up like—like that—you can’t do this to me—shit—”

“You…really need to stop accusing me like this, angel; I’ve done nothing.” He could still feel the sting on his lower lip, where you’d sunk your teeth in, sucking on it to soothe the pain. He could still feel his fingers digging into your plush thighs before his hand slipped under your pretty black skirt, the other hand trailing up your back. Most of all, he could still smell your perfume lingering on his clothes. Sitting in his office, the shades drawn, Suguru closed his eyes. If he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel your touch, too.

You had dragged the charming Geto Suguru into the janitor’s closet after your meeting where it was revealed that a pretty important client of yours had been smoothly swiped by none other than him. Not only did he have the audacity to smile and wink at you while detailing how his team would be proceeding with the client, but the man also knowingly leaned back crossing his bare sinewy arms in front of you — something he knew to be your weakness. 

“You know how much this turns me on, you bastard. Stop acting innocent; it doesn't suit you,” you’d spat, before grabbing the very hands you lusted after and placing them over your breasts. Suguru had complied with your silent plea, kneading at the soft flesh, while you moaned into his mouth. His knee had been pressed against your crotch and you rubbed against it like a cat in heat. 

But when he’d dipped his hand to slip under the waistband of your panties, you’d stopped him, “We can’t. Not here.” He’d given you his best puppy eyes and a pout that only made your heart race – just one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“We’ll meet tonight, after Gojo’s drinks,” you’d promised. Fuck, he missed you already. How has it only been two hours?  Two hours since he had you in his arms. Two more hours before you could leave work, and then God only knew how long it would be before the evening drinks would wind down…well, knowing Shoko and Satoru, far too long. If Suguru had his way, he’d have cleared a meeting room on the spot and taken you on the table itself—fine, maybe that was too much. But he definitely could just skip drinks and take you home. 

However, you probably wouldn’t be too keen on that. You’d made it clear at the beginning of this—whatever this was—that for it to work, the two of you would have to keep up appearances in public. There was nothing sanitary or respectable; after all, it was just sex. Rough, lust-driven sex. Nothing mattered to the two of you beyond your bodies and the stress relief you got from making each other feel good. But Suguru would be lying if he said it was still the same for him. 

He’ll never forget how it all started.  The two of you, thoroughly intoxicated in a bar one evening after work, much like what tonight promised to be. Your peers – long gone, either to the dance floor or slumped over at your booth. Left to your own devices, he had ended up beside you. In your haze you’d rested your head against his chest, remarking how incredibly muscular it felt. He had chuckled lazily, saying, “Well at least I know all those days at the gym are paying off – although for whom…” 

Hearing him trail off, you’d raised your head to look at him and he’d felt his slacks tighten seeing your eyes – wide and doe-like – as you remarked, “You’re single? I’d never have thought! You’re like, pretty physically gifted; if not mentally.” 

 He’d bristled and shot back, “Well, what about you? I heard you crying about being dumped the other day by the coffee machine.” 

“He wanted me to quit after getting married. It was an ultimatum. And we’d only been dating a few weeks.” You rolled your eyes. 

Suguru had grimaced at that. “Yeah, all that education and time you spent building your career, only to turn into a pretty little housewife who pops out babies? No thanks. What a waste.” 

Something had flashed in your eyes as he said that. The feeling of being understood, Suguru would later realise, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You’d sat up straight and grabbed his hand.

“I’m drunk, but I’m in control of my senses enough to know that, Geto Suguru, I kind of want to fuck you right now.” 

Suguru responded, “Well then, angel, that makes two of us.” From there it had been a whirlwind. You’d paid your tabs at the bar, texted your friends that you were leaving so they wouldn’t worry, and then instead of getting a taxi home, you’d hopped on Geto’s motorbike and sped off to a love hotel. Probably a stupid idea given the circumstances, but you both made it in one piece.

Despite the buzz in his body that was most certainly not from booze, he’d paid for the room and held your hand all the way up the elevator ride, desperate to touch you, yet concerned that you might not like the public display. But once you were in the room…it was all over. And not just for you.

His lips crashed into yours, rough and thirsty, drinking you in like a man lost in a desert who had suddenly happened upon an oasis. Fuck, you really were a good kisser, drawing him in deeper and deeper with your lips and tongue. Your hands were tangled in his hair, freeing it from the tight bun he sported to the office, while he tugged at your blouse, so neatly tucked into the waistband of your formal skirt. 

He’d paused for a moment to appreciate you once your skirt and blouse were off. “Damn!” he’d exclaimed with a low whistle, eyes roaming up and down your figure and resting briefly at your breasts clad in that pretty pink bra. How cute. The lace and little bow in the middle only made things better.

You’d blushed, but chalked it up to being the effect of the alcohol; thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it for too long, because Geto had dived between your legs and was already sloppily leaving kisses along your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft, and he swore he heard you giggle from how ticklish his lips felt.

Geto remembered how tight his own slacks had become, his shirt only half unbuttoned because he’d stopped you, wanting to prep you before he did anything else, desperation making him neglect his needs. He peeled your underwear off, flung it behind him, and attacked your clit. The small bud under his tongue was slurped into his mouth and gently pulled at between his lips, all while his fingers pleaded for an entrance into your hole. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, feeling the pressure building in your lower abdomen. His tongue worked wonders for you, licking up thick flat stripes. Something you couldn’t help but note your ex hadn’t bothered to do. 

Geto Suguru loved eating pussy. This was evident. 

He’d lost himself in the taste of your cunt face buried and mind far, far away till he’d felt you tugging at his hair, legs trembling around his head and you gasping “Stop, Suguru, stop!”

When he’d resurfaced, you’d fallen back onto the plush tacky red blanket, panting like you’d run a mile. Only then had he realised that you’d cum onto his face and were incredibly overstimulated. But you’d only taken a moment to gather yourself before sinking to your knees in front of him and finally freeing his cock, looking up at him with those infernal doe eyes. Your hand eagerly wrapped around it as you took his tip in your mouth, testing the waters with little kitten licks. You were determined to show him as good of a time as he’d shown you. 

So you started slow, getting a feel for his thickness and length, before gradually upping your game. It was only a matter of time before you managed to unravel your co-worker completely, and it was the gentle squeeze to his full, aching balls that made Suguru cum in your mouth with a guttural moan. You’d made a show of it, swallowing his cum down your throat and licking any spillage off your finger. 

Suguru’s eyes had darkened at that, and he’d almost ordered you to “get on the bed, I’m going to fuck you now.” You’d complied with a squeak of excitement and laid on your back, watching Suguru first yank off his work pants, then tear off his shirt, and finally climb over you while pulling down his boxers and throwing them halfway across the room. He’d reached out and opened a drawer to find himself a condom, and when he rolled it over his still-hard cock, he’d moaned — your eyes glazed over on hearing such an enthralling sound. You’d spread your pussy lips for him, glistening with your release, and Suguru had gently pushed himself into you, slowly, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure that you didn’t feel any discomfort. His gaze was calculating and contemplative, easy to see despite the low light of the room. You ran your hands through his gorgeous locks again, drowning in his touch. It was only when he bottomed out – his last few centimetres thrust in – that your mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck. Your cunt feels amazing, angel.” The little lube on the condom, combined with your own slick, was enough for you to take all of Suguru, but it was still a tight squeeze. Definitely one of the bigger men you’d been with. 

The way you were stretched around him squeezing him tight, Suguru was loath to restrain himself, but he wanted this to feel good, for him as well as you. So he went slow and your hips bucked with each thrust, desperate to feel more of him. Soft pleas fell from your lips, “please…fa-faster…harder…f-fuck…more…please…Su-Suguru,” but he continued his pace. Only when you’d cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down for a kiss, and whispered to him, “Suguru, if you don’t move now I’m going to fucking bite you” did he chuckle, but started to pump in and out of your pussy faster and harder. 

“Is that a promise, angel?” he’d teased, and you’d hated the way your pussy clenched at his words. Unfortunately, Suguru seemed to like it.

His hips slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, and soon he was spilling for a second time that night, condom catching his release inside you. He’d pulled out and collapsed beside you, rubbing your clit with his right hand while his left arm encircled you, pulling you in for a rough kiss. The release you found from his fingers had you clinging to him desperately, moaning his name and maybe a few swear words. You wanted more. You needed more. 

You were sweaty and messy after all that, so he’d actually lifted you up and taken you to the adjoining bath, where you both soaked in the warm bubbly water for a while (once again, something your ex never gave a shit about, based on what Suguru had overheard at the coffee machine) before you had decided it was time to call it a night. Although your corporate nemesis assured you the room had been paid for till morning, you had mentioned that staying would have been crossing some boundary and had even denied his offer to drop you home on his bike. 

“You shouldn’t be riding,” you’d said, “We drank quite a bit…I’ll take a cab home, you can have the room for the night.” 

And with that, you were gone. Only the scent of your perfume and your combined sex lingered…

A/N: Hello! Thanks so much for reading. This was an idea that @ominouslywritinginmyhead came up with and hit me with so we decided why not write a Collab fic on it. We've pored over it and had several revisions and finally here it is! A small thank you to her for being a galaxy brain and dreaming up such delicious ideas. Also btw apparently in French they call an orgasm a small death so that's where that's at.

As always hearts and reblogs are much appreciated and comments will earn you kissies

[nectardaddy]

falling - inumaki toge

cw: language, drinking, drinking in anxious situations, drunkenness, allusion to bickering/arguing, really cheesy flirting lol

notes: written with fem in mind (no pronouns used though), ex inumaki, non-curse au (we got him speaking lads!!), giving college au vibes, request by @inumakisser I changed a few things up though oof, I also just kinda gave up on editing at the end so if you see mistakes in the last couple of paragraphs no you didn't

"Is that who I think it is?"

Turning your attention towards the feminine voice, you raised a brow to the red head next to you. Rolling her eyes as she saw you look to her instead, she motioned towards the figure adjacent to the doorway. "Yuuji- you didn't," she warned.

"Ah fuck," the man began, groaning as he sat back in his chair further. "I always invite him," he began lowly, earning a sharp smack to his head from the woman next to you. Letting out a yelp, and holding his head, and tried to defend himself. "He's never shown up before! How was I supposed to know this time was different?" Another smack, "ouch! Jesus, Nobara! Okkotsu probably forced him out, not me!"

Tracking their gaze, your heart sank to your stomach to the figure that stood adjacent to the doorway. Platinum hair and stark violet eyes catching your attention, you suddenly felt incredibly small. "I need another drink," you suggested to the pair, desperately trying to shy away from your own emotions.

The red head let a chuckle pass her lips before rising from her seat, offering her hand out to you as she did. "Forget the drink, let's get you a shot!" Smiling at you through her words, "hell, get drunk and find a whole other guy - forget about him." Her words earned a cheer from Yuuji, but you contemplated leaving the party all together.

It was easy to say forget, but once put into motion was incredibly difficult. It had been three months since you had even seen the man, whisking himself away as if it were too easy. Leaving your heart in shambles, a rather nasty break, that Toge seemed all too comfortable with. He never texted, never called; while you yearned on late nights to do only that. It was as if you were a complete stranger again - a stranger that still, after all this time, had feelings for him.

"Fuck it," you shrugged and cast your eyes upward to the woman. "Let's get drunk," you announced with a chuckle, finally deciding to take her hand.

As the night continued on, as did your growing intoxication. The effects of the shots and drinks Nobara, relentlessly, handed you, hit you in your now swimming mind. Your eyes were blurry and your skin felt scorched, the sticky, humid air around you clinging to you. It was, supposedly, a small party; the people that drunkenly lined the walls and danced amongst the living room proved otherwise. It made the room inconceivably warm, too many people in such a small area.

Nobara was no where to be found, gone off with Maki earlier and hadn't yet returned. Yuuji on the otherhand, sustained his presence with you, a cheerful smile the entire time. However, the poor soul hadn't found his tolerance for alcohol, finding himself draped across a couch at his own party, completely out cold. With a sigh, and another sip of the liquid what only further made you woozy, you leaned against the wall.

"I'm surprised you're here. You always hated parties," a lower voice next to you catching your attention. Turning, much to your dismay, you saw the only man you fervently did not wish to speak to. Slender fingers wrapping around a bottle, and violet eyes looking you over. You wished you had felt more anger in the moment; something, anything, other than the void of emotion. Too drunk to care, but too drunk not to say something.

"Says the guy who never went to them," you quipped. "A shut in can't critique a wallflower." You couldn't hide your obvious intoxication, booze hindering your speech to slow, methodical statements rather than sly, quick witted, remarks. Part of you wanted to step away right then and there, the other desperately craving any conversation the man would allow.

"Yikes," he grimaced, now placing himself next to you. A foot of distance between the two of you didn't feel like enough, truly you wanted him as far away as possible. "I'll give you that one," he spoke, tipping the bottle to his lips before sighing. "How have you been?"

"Did you really come over here to ask that, Inumaki?" You asked, taking a small breath and letting out through your mouth. The huff of air, and use of his last name, caused him to recoil subtlety, internally regretting his own decision to come speak to you. The conversation, or lack there of, gave you a sense of panic. Not knowing what he wanted, as it surely had to be something, you took a large sip of the contents in your cup.

He watched as you tipped the cup back, taking down the liquid as if it were your lifeline in the moment. He knew better than to speak to it; he couldn't tease or poke fun anymore, knowing it might very well lead to a slap in the face. So he sucked in a breath through his teeth, swallowed his pride, and faced his reality. Toge wanted nothing more than to talk to you again, craving it so deeply it itched. But he could never find the right words, how could he possibly when things ended so terribly? "I'm regretting it now," he mumbled.

You only managed to let a hum pass your lips, biting the side of your cheek as to not let anything further slip. You wanted to tear into him, rip him piece by piece with your words - just like old times. But now you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of merely pissing you off. Without a second thought you tipped your cup to your lips once more. Sipping the drink, the tangy taste of shitty fruit punch and liquor invaded your senses.

He noticed as you blinked hard from the taste, watching you teeter from foot to foot to keep yourself stable, and knew your words were sluggish and off. "Jeez- you're fucking trashed, aren't you?" He asked, genuinely not meaning for the words to leave so harshly. "You ok?"

"You're caring now?" You proded, your words biting a bit harder than you first imagined. "I didn't know you knew how to do that. Why's it matter anyway?" You shrugged, looking over to him with blurred vision.

"I've always cared," he retorted. "Don't be such a-"

There was a moment of pause between the two of you, a heavy silence hitting you both from the weight of the words, or lack thereof. He desperately wanted to back track the conversation, to take all of his sly remarks back - too late now. He knew it was too late as he heard a laugh pass your lips, a pained chuckle forcing its way out from his words. "Bitch?" You asked rhetorically, "go ahead and say it. Didn't stop you before."

"Alright, alright" he began before taking a small breath. "There's a lot of things I shouldn't have done," he admitted begrudgingly. "But that's a conversation to have when you're not piss drunk." Albeit, he didn't want to have the conversation at all. The feelings that prickled inside from having to admit his wrong doings made him wretch, add alcohol to the mix and he wanted to vomit right then and there.

"I can't believe I actually missed you," a drunken slip of the tongue, the statement so casually leaving your lips. Realizing immediately what you had uttered, you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted to regret saying it, but the gentle nag at your heart said differently. Completely blitzed, you couldn't find a single care in the world left on what you said. "Seems stupid admitting it out loud," you chuckled, a silly, alcohol induced, smile on your lips.

He felt his shoulders slump at your statement, realizing you didn't feel much different than he. Two idiots still hopelessly attached to each other despite such a murky break; a classic situation of 'right person, incredibly wrong time.' While he wasn't inebrietated, the bottle in his hands warm as he held onto it throughout the night, he felt his mind scatter at the thought. "It's not stupid," speaking as he shook his head. "You always were a sap," he added, a smirk daring to grace his lips. He toed the line gently, testing waters to see if he dared tease you once more.

"What does that make you?" You asked, deciding against your better judgement to play along. But he made it so easy, so comfortable, an aura so warm and inviting he made it hard to stray away from - ex lover or not.

"A god damn moron for letting you go," he spoke with a small chuckle. But he was far from comedic with the sentiment. He missed you whether he liked it or not, an urge so deep down in his soul he simply couldn't ignore it. He often found himself wanting to call, to text, to simply do something; he second guessed himself often. He didn't want to be that guy, more often than not believing he would make matters worse if he were to speak to you.

"Oh-" you snorted, "that was smooth I'll give you that." Your musings made him chuckle in response, leaning against the wall next to you and feeling a bit less on edge. "I still miss you, y'know?" Liquid luck was the only reason you allowed yourself to say such things, sobriety would have you double down and wholeheartedly deny as such. "Dumbass," you added with a small, genuine smile.

"Yeah?" He asked rhetorically, a playful smile pulling at his lips. "This is a first. You compliment my pickup lines and you say you miss me?" His teasing tone returned, one of which he thought he could never have again with you. He would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart swell.

"I can take it back, Toge," you quipped, and to his words you tried to nudge him, but you drunkenly misjudged his distance from you. Although he wasn't far from you, the distance was enough that your body weight started to fall from the lack of contact with him. He quickly grabbed your arm to center you, but couldn't help himself as a loud laugh passed his lips.

"The jokes write themselves!" He spoke between laughs, "looks like you're falling for me again," he noted between giggles. He watched as you shot him a mischievous glare, resulting in him only laughing more. "Oh come on, I never stopped falling for you," he admitted with a smile. "Was only a matter of time before you did it too."

might make a part 2?? idk but I really enjoyed writing this!!

[azuramarigold]

Underground Dealings

Synopsis: You were a typical office worker that one day gets fired at your job at a smaller office ran by Naoya Zen'in, but your friend, Yuji Itadori, who works at a small coffee shop that you discovered a year ago on your way to work, suggests that you apply to his uncle's company. What you didn't realize was that your assets were going to be important to the company in every department, and that every head, from the CEO to legal has their own underground dealings on what keeps the company afloat.

Characters: officeworker!reader x CEO!Sukuna, officeworker!reader x businessassociate!Gojo, officeworker!reader x salaryman!Nanami; other pairings to be added

Other characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Naoya Zen'in, Maki Zen'in, Mai Zen'in, Uraume; other characters to be added.

Genre: modern au, eventual smut, 18+, angst, violence, gore

WARNINGS: (eventual) smut, blood, violence, gore, using weapons, death, drug use, smoking, alcohol use, cussing.

Divider/Navigation made by: saradika

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Chapter 2: Tour of the Office

“If you can sign here, here, and initial here…”

            The attorney that sat in front of you was older, him with nice dark, disheveled hair and eyes with a large nose, but honestly was still quite attractive, and with a strong jaw. He wore a black tailored suit and black tie with a crisp white dress shirt, it wasn't too extravagant – simple and neat. He used a long finger to point at every spot for you to sign on your new employee contract – deliberate and to the point.

            “You'll also be given a personal work laptop and personal cellphone as well,” the attorney stated, he had introduced himself as Hiromi Higuruma. Said items were beside him, a simple thin black laptop and the newest model of the top-of-the-line smartphone – your own phone was a few models behind. “You’ll need to sign an agreement regarding these.” Higuruma then pulled out a couple of documents.

            The documents were simple enough. They stated that you would not use the laptop for personal use such as storing photos, personal data, etc. It was the same for the phone, the phone was to be used to contact clients, arrange things for Mr. Ryōmen for business trips, order necessary things for him, and for him to contact you directly; you were to not give that phone number to anyone unless Mr. Ryōmen gave permission.

            “So, no Candy Crush?” you joked with a slight smile after you read over the contract.

            Higuruma looked at you with tired eyes. “Mr. Itadori tried that on his phone…” he sighed. “Mr. Ryōmen didn’t approve.”

            “Wouldn’t go easy on his own nephew, huh?” you grimaced as you signed. You signed your name with semi-bad penmanship, something your teachers have scolded you for years for, but you never bothered to correct as your mind worked too fast to care for neat handwriting.

            “If anything, the boss is harder on him,” the attorney informed with a slight grin. “He wants Mr. Itadori to be successful.”

            “Yuji never talked about his uncle before…” you mentioned. “Only his grandfather… Is there a reason?”

            “That is not my place,” Higuruma replied stoically, his grin disappearing. He then slipped out another piece of paper. “I almost forgot… you also need to sign an NDA agreement.”

            You internally sighed. You were familiar with those in your line of work. Back when you were an intern during your college days you had to sign quite a few while you were at numerous offices. Then you had to sign one while working with Naoya.

            After a moment or two of reading over everything – which was quite standard stuff – you signed off on everything. Higuruma took the papers back and neatly put everything in his suitcase. He slid over the laptop and cellphone over to you.

            “You of course can put the laptop and phone in any type of case you like,” he told you with a sly smile. “You do get the luxury of having a company credit card as well.” Higuruma then handed you a red card, heavy in your hands as it was made of a heavier material than traditional credit cards.

            Sheepishly, you pawed over the card, noting that there was no significant bank name on it. Its red color was almost a metallic color, reminding you of freshly spilled blood. There was no name on it either, making you wonder how it could be proven to be used as a card, but sure enough there was a magnetic stripe and a chip reader on it.

            “Mr. Ryōmen doesn’t mind what is spent on that card,” Higuruma specified to you. “So, no need to go to him for approval, or do anything for paperwork regarding what you spent on.”

            You raised a brow in confusion. Many, if not all, companies expected receipts when something was bought. Or they expected a full ledger report on what you were going to use the money for just to deny you it and watch you squirm.

            Once you were done in Higuruma’s office, he led you out and standing in front of the door was the white-haired man from the day prior.

            “Why, hello there, Y/N!”

            “Ah, Mr. Gojo, it’s nice to run into you again,” you greeted with a smile.

            Gojo’s crystal blue eyes brightened. “Ah, it’s great running into you again, sweets!” he jested. His eyes darted over to Higuruma, who was getting another document from his briefcase. “Higuruma, I know you are not grabbing what I think you are grabbing!”

            “A sexual harassment form?” Higuruma deadpanned. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

            “Asshole, put that away!” Gojo hissed angrily. “She’ll get the wrong idea!”

            You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, trying, and failing to cover it up with your hand. “What brings you here, Mr. Gojo?”

            Gojo gave a large smile. “Well, you’re officially hired, so, I thought as a lovely gentleman I would give you a tour – HIGURUMA STOP FILLING OUT THE DAMN FORM!”

            There was the subtle sound of Higuruma’s pen haphazardly scratching at the paper on the surface of the wall, filling out the necessary, or in Gojo’s mind unnecessary, parts.

            “Just getting a head start,” the attorney mumbled. He then put the paper away. “Now, Ms. Y/N, the phone I gave you already has some numbers programmed into it. It of course as Mr. Ryōmen’s number, Uraume’s, Mr. Itadori’s, mine, and every department head in the company along with their secretary.”

            Gojo’s eyes sparkled mischievously behind his glasses. “Oh, that means you already have my number!” he informed teasingly. “Feel free to program it into your personal phone as well!” He gave a not-so-subtle wink.

            Higuruma’s hand twitched toward his briefcase again for the form.

            “I swear to any deity that is willing to listen to me, Hiromi, I am going to beat the fuck out of you if you keep doing that!” Gojo threatened, raising a fist and waving it at him.

            “Not very wise to threaten an attorney, Satoru,” Higuruma quipped back, a smile playing on his lips. “Anyways, we are finished here, Ms. Y/N. If you would like to go with Gojo for a tour, I guess I cannot stop you.”

            You gave Higuruma a bow, ignoring the slight hike in your skirt that you for sure Gojo noticed. The skirt you wore was a tad bit shorter than you’d like, but it was the only clean one that you had available.

            “Thank you, Mr. Higuruma,” you thanked. You then took the phone and laptop, cradling the laptop under your arm.ō

            Earlier when you arrived back at Ryōmen Enterprises for your new employee paperwork, the receptionist, Shoko, had set you up with your new employee badge. She took your picture, complimented your hairstyle and makeup, and printed it on a nice official badge. Shoko had given you a generic lanyard for it but informed you that you can use any type of lanyard you’d like.

            As Mr. Ryōmen’s personal assistant now, you have access to every part of the building. Basically, if Mr. Ryōmen, Yuji, and Uraume had access to something, you had access to something. In a way it was refreshing, you had a lot more access to things than when you were with Naoya.

            Gojo was trying to be a decent guide as he wanted to start from the ground up. On the ground floor he re-introduced you to Shoko first, stating that he and her had gone to high school together and in turn when to college together.

            “Actually, a lot of us went to school together,” Gojo pointed out with a smile.

            You quirked an eyebrow. “Just how old are you then, Mr. Gojo?” you inquired with a sly smile.

            He gave an over-exaggerated open mouth gasp, putting his hand to his chest. “My, my…! How rude asking a young man his age!” he dramatically stated while Shoko chuckled.

            “He just turned 32,” Shoko informed coyly. Gojo glared at her in return.

            “Keep smoking and your 32 is going to turn into 62 real fast!” Gojo quipped back.

            You tilted your head to the side. You didn't think Gojo and Shoko looked any older than yourself, mid-twenties. In fact, you wonder how old Mr. Ryōmen was, as he was Yuji's uncle, he didn't look very old either.

            “So, did you guys go to school with Mr. Ryōmen then…?” you then asked curiously.

            “We met in college,” Shoko explained lightly. “He's a few years older than us.”

            You nodded. “It's just… like you guys, he doesn't look his age…” you noted. “It's weird he has a 19-year-old nephew.”

            Gojo shrugged offhandedly. “I think his twin brother knocked up a girl like, right after high school…” he mentioned.

            “Explains why Yuji and he look so much alike…!” you nearly gasped aloud.

            “Yeah, no shit!” Gojo laughed. “I thought Yuji was his kid at first. I was told to shut the fuck up and get back to work.”

            “Which you should be doing right now,” a deep voice rumbled.

            Comically, it looked like shivers ran up Gojo's spine and tingled through his white hair.

            “Oh…! Boss!” Gojo greeted smoothly as he spun around to see Mr. Ryōmen large form behind him. “What a pleasant surprise~!”

            “Get back to fucking work, Gojo!” Mr. Ryōmen griped, his face flushed with anger, teeth gritted, a vein about to pop from his forehead. “I swear to fucking Christ, the Brat does more work than you do and I catch him looking at AI porn of Jennifer Lawrence on his damn tablet!”

            Gojo gave a low whistle, “Kid got balls, man…”

            “Satoru…”

            “Alright, alright…!” Gojo griped, raising his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to give the new girl a tour is all!”

            Mr. Ryōmen seemed to finally notice that you were standing there awkwardly to the side, now clutching your new work laptop to your chest. You gave a sheepish smile and wave. Mr. Ryōmen narrowed his eyes at the white-haired man.

            “Did Higuruma already start paperwork on your ass, because if he didn’t, I’m-”

            “What the actual fuck…” Gojo groaned in complete dismay before finally walking away in utter defeat.

            Before he could say anything to Shoko, the phone rang, and she promptly answered it with a faux smile and peppy voice.

            “Y/N,” Mr. Ryōmen said to you.

            “Yes…!” you answered with an almost terrified squeak.

            “Come with me, I’ll show you around,” he then ordered.

            “Yes, sir.”

            Mr. Ryōmen started on the bottom floor, which made sense since that was where you were. The bottom floor had the few receptionists that were there, Shoko being the lead one. There were a couple of college aged students that were interns that ran the back office making copies of documents and ran a small office for filing.

            He then showed the small café area where the workers got their coffees and some snacks. There was one lone barista, and he wasn’t all too busy since the morning rush was done.

            “I’ll admit he doesn’t get too much business here,” Mr. Ryōmen grinned. “I’ll probably not renew his contract after its up.”

            “Oh, why is that…?” you asked politely.

            “Ever since I bought that coffee shop for the Brat and he’s been working there with his little friends, most of the employees here get their coffee from him on their way here,” he explained with almost a proud tone. “Some even go on their lunch break for more coffee or the little lunches they have – everyone says the coffee and pastries are better there and love the customer service.” He gave you a side glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “And I recall a little someone walking in this morning also carrying one of those coffees.”

            Your face immediately flushed red. “Oh… well… that coffee shop was how I met Yuji and the others…” You admit that it the coffee was indeed better there than most chains, and you always enjoyed the hand decorated desserts that Megumi and Yuji did together. After hearing that Yuji wanted to franchise it out after getting a business degree, you wonder if that nice charm would still be there.

            “So, I’m gonna be paying you to buy my nephew’s coffee?”

            “What…!? Oh, no…!” You were trying to quickly explain yourself when you heard that he was chuckling under his breath. You frowned, realizing he was playing a joke. “Oh, ha, ha…”

            The tour continued to a large staff break room that had a complete kitchen with state-of-the-art stainless-steel appliances. The refrigerator was stocked with bottled water, sparkling water, and soda, along with some employees’ packed lunches with their names written on them. A few microwaves were attached against the walls and quite large, proving to be better than an average break room's 300-watt microwave.

            The countertops were a nice dark granite, something you would see in a six-figure home and not in a break room. There were small towers in random spots that held condiments and seasonings, all available to twirl to get what you needed. A few spots had electric stoves, so anyone was able to reheat something on a stovetop instead of a microwave. And lastly a lovely double oven was in the center.

            “Once in a while for parties I have professional chefs come and cook for the staff,” Mr. Ryōmen said. “But anyone is allowed to use the facilities here to prepare their lunch – as long as they clean up after themselves.” He stressed that last line heavily.

            You couldn't help but chuckle at that. “You make it sound like you have a couple of children here that don't look after themselves,” you nearly laughed.

            “Yuji can cook very well, he's an excellent chef in the making, but the fucker can't clean up after himself to save his life,” Mr. Ryōmen stressed heavily, you took note that this is the first time he referred to his nephew by name. “And Gojo, he'll start a fire just looking at an empty bowl… in the sink that has water in it.”

            “Oh, dear…” you nearly laughed. “That’s bad.”

            On the next floor on the tour were sales. The sales department was run by a man named Suguru Geto, who had the longest mane of black hair tied up you had ever seen. He gave you a friendly smile and shook your hand while he introduced himself. He didn't wear a suit jacket, most likely had it hung up somewhere, as he was just sporting a black dress shirt and purple tie with black dress pants and shoes.

            You had a feeling that you would be working with Geto a bit more than other departments as sales connect with clients a lot more. So, you chatted with him for a moment before a young girl with caramel colored hair tied in a neat bun with part of her hair as ringlets framing her face, her light brown eyes wide with worry as she gripped a piece of paper in her hands.

            “Mr. Geto…!” the girl nearly wailed. “I just got news from the client…! They want another revision…!” She then fussed as her dark purple skirt and cream cashmere sweater while bouncing between her feet nervously.

            Geto gave you a smile and excused himself for a moment. “Nanako, you and Mimiko have done it four times already, yes…?” he pressed, clearly trying to keep his agitation to a minimum – clearly it was toward the client and not the young girl.

            “Yes…” Nanako tearfully replied. “But they want another…”

            Geto's eye twitched. “Damn monkey…” he muttered under his breath. “Nothing but a circus show here…”

            Mr. Ryōmen seemed to know when Geto got in the mood it was time to leave. He escorted you from the office and headed to the next part of the tour, you were looking over your shoulder to see an almost devilish smile on Geto’s face as he was on the phone with the client.

            The next floor was marketing, although you could tell by seeing Mr. Ryōmen’s face he would rather skip it since it was Gojo’s department. However, it was part of the tour.

            With marketing, Gojo’s job was to make sure the brand was profitable and to help team up with sales to create awareness for clients. Gojo and Geto were high school best friends, so they were very familiar with each other and worked well together.

            Speaking of the devil, Gojo sat at his desk, his head cradled with one hand as he was on the phone no doubt with a client himself. His brows were furrowed angrily while he had a couple of people bussing about with numerous papers.

            In your line of work from previous companies, you have also dealt with marketing. There was no doubt that you would be working with Gojo as well as Geto. Luckily, Gojo was very easygoing, and since he was close to Geto you were sure you would get along with the raven-haired man as well.

            Gojo, having no time to do his usual charms, uncradled his head and used the now free arm to give you a subtle wave. He went back to what he was doing, looking as though he wanted whoever was on the other line to explode.

            Mr. Ryōmen decided to skip the next floor, as you were already there earlier – legal. You have already met Mr. Higuruma and the attorney showed you around. There were only a few lawyers with the company, but Mr. Ryōmen trusted Higuruma the most as they were classmates in high school and were roommates in college.

            The next floor was finance, which was run by Kento Nanami. He was a tall, blonde man with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, his hair neatly parted. Like the other heads of their respective departments, he was wearing a suit, but he wore beige with a dark, royal blue dress shirt with a spotted yellow tie and a pair of brown dress shoes.

            He was not very sociable as his greeting was short and curt, his hazel eyes barely taking a glance at you. It seemed Nanami was busy as he was looking through papers and asking others in his area to go over the numbers once more, including his second in command, Yuu Haibara.

            Sales, marketing, and finance all work closely together in a business – and as the personal assistant to the CEO of the company, now it is your duty to make sure to get the details of each department and make sure everything was running smoothly. Again, you will most likely get along with Gojo and Geto, but Nanami seemed very intimidating.

            There were a few other departments that Mr. Ryōmen introduced you to as well, such as IT, run by Takuma Ino, who Mr. Ryōmen had to remind him apparently once again to remove his beanie while in the office. The young man, who was the same age as you, only gave a sheepish smile as he complied while he introduced himself. He had messy brown hair, messy from his beanie, and large brown eyes, making him look much younger than he was – it didn't help that his professional attire was a dark gray polo shirt and black slacks with black and white canvas high-tops. In a way he was cute, you could admit that but compared to the other men you had just met Ino was almost too “Boy Next Door” type.

            Several small administrative offices were in the building as well, each connected to the main departments run by each person you were introduced to. Many of the employees on the administration side seemed to be around your age, or even a couple of years younger, around the same age as the café trio you've come to befriend. They all seemed friendly and excited to meet you, although a but uneasy to see who you were accompanied by.

            After roughly two hours of touring the building, Mr. Ryōmen even showed you where the supply room was and smaller kitchenette areas were for mini-fridges and coffee makers, you were finally back at the top floor where his office was located. Uraume was at their desk, typing away at the computer, their eyes glancing toward the two of you exiting the elevator before quickly finishing and getting up.

            “Sir, I have Ms. Y/N’s desk prepared as you have asked,” Uraume informed with a slight bow.

            “Ah, good, right-on time,” Mr. Ryōmen smiled. He then proceeded to lead you to a decently sized desk that was across from Uraume’s, but still in front of Mr. Ryōmen’s office. You could tell that the desk was new and sturdy, a nice, sleek desktop setup already booted-up with a printout of your new log-in information on the keyboard.

            There was still enough room on the desk to put the laptop to the side and work on it. You didn’t have a desk phone as everything you would do as the CEO’s personal assistant would be through the work cellphone. While Uraume was the secretary and kept up with the paperwork in the office and meetings within the building with the staff, your job was more for his social meetings with clients outside the office.

            You settled at the desk, the chair contouring to your body with easy. It was ergonomic with amazing lumbar support, and it even helped support your head and neck. You could easily sit in the chair for hours without pain. It sure beat the regular $20 Wal-Mart chair that Naoya had for your desk…

            “You are free to put some personal objects on your desk,” Mr. Ryōmen informed you when he noticed you were in bliss from the chair. It sounded like he was trying to hold back a chuckle. “You know, like pictures, I know Ino and the Brat puts up little figurines on their desks.”

            You nodded in acknowledgement, still content in the chair.

            “I’m guessing you like the chair…?” your boss rumbled in amusement, you could hear the smile in his voice.

            “This is the best damn chair I’ve ever sat on…” you sighed blissfully.

            “Damn, getting a hard on over a chair?” the man nearly choked with a cackle.

            “I am but a simple woman… nice chairs and maybe a nice cheese platter…”

            Another low rumble escaped Mr. Ryōmen. “Well, I'll be sure to have a cheese platter for you as your official welcoming gift to the office.”

            His comment snapped you out of your trance as you clumsily shot from your chair, causing it to nearly fly out from behind you. “Oh, no!” you nearly shrieked. “That is not necessary at all!” you insisted.

            The man only laughed as he turned away from you to walk back into his office, waving overhead as he did.

            For the rest of the day you sat at your new desk getting your desktop set up, Uraume helping you through the system and showing you the scheduling software. It was a couple of hours later when Yuji showed up to the office, in another crisp looking suit tailored, looking excited to see that you were officially there at a desk with Uraume.

            “I told you I was starting today…” you nearly deadpanned to him. “This morning I did when I got my usual coffee…”

            “It's so different from being told versus seeing it though!” Yuji said excitedly. Giddily, he almost ran to your desk at your side seeing what you were doing. “Did you already meet all the heads yet?”

            You nodded. “Yeah, Mr. Ryōmen showed me around,” you replied.

            Yuji blinked in surprise. “Really? He didn’t even show me around. He had Nanamin do it.”

            You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Nanamin…?” you repeated.

            “Oh, Nanami in finance,” Yuji elaborated with a grin. “I just call him that.”

            You honestly couldn’t imagine the blonde, stoic man tolerating that.

            Yuji then shrugged. “Well, hopefully my uncle didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he then said.

            The next hour was you finishing up all your login information, both Yuji and Uraume making sure you were all set. Mr. Ryōmen saw the two crowding you as he walked out of his office, raising a curious brow.

            “You all settled?” he called out.

            “She should be good!” Yuji answered for you with a thumbs up.

            “Then she can go home, and you can actually do what you’re supposed to do!” Mr. Ryōmen snapped.

            Yuji hung his head, and he groaned, “Dude, I don’t even get paid here…!”

            “I literally bought you a whole ass coffee shop,” his uncle deadpanned. “Suck it up, Brat.”

            “Ugh… yes, Uncle Kuna,” the young man grumbled.

            You chuckled at the sudden familial nickname Yuji called your new boss. However, you did notice Mr. Ryōmen’s eye twitch slightly.

            “Y/N,” Mr. Ryōmen then said, a devilish smile on his face. “You may leave now for the day. I have… some words to speak to my nephew.”

            You didn’t need to be told twice as you logged out of the computer and gathered your items. As you began to walk away, you did wave at Uraume goodbye and went to do the same thing to Yuji, only to see Mr. Ryōmen dragging the poor boy into his office by the ear.             All in all, you thought your first day wasn't too bad.

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[hoenoredone]

CHEF NANAMI HEADCANONS

tags: sfw

chef!nanami who keeps his work station immaculate, who hones his knives at the end of each day and sharpens them at least once a month.

chef!nanami whose favorite part of the day is making his partner a simple breakfast of cocoa topped cappuccino and a homemade pistachio cream croissant. he reminds you every time that he is not a pastry chef, and you should not expect anything spectacular out of the croissant he presents you. it's quite literally the flakiest, most decadent pastry you've ever had.

chef!nanami who never yells at his sous, whose kitchen is as calm and quiet as it can be for two star restaurant.

chef!nanami who personally trains culinary school student!yuuji because he sees so much raw talent and potential in his rough hands. sure, he messes up three different times while making a simple demi glace, but once nanami takes him through the process step by step he remebers it and performs it perfectly.

chef!nanami who insists you bring your friends to his restaurant so that he can impress them with his skills and subtly show you off to his staff. he might not be the best at expressing it, but he is a proud man.

chef!nanami who almost gets offended when you suggest going out for dinner instead of staying home and letting him cook for you. what, suddenly you don't like his dishes anymore?

chef!nanami who melts when he understand it's actually quite the opposite. you see how drained he looks after a long, busy night at the restaurant, you don't want to put any more pressure on him. he still acts offended for the drama.

chef!nanami whose sole purpose in life is to see you smile once you take a bite of the butter seared scallop he placed on top of the black rice risotto with lemon zest and micro-basil he made for dinner.

[enbybb-writes]

I search JJK so often on Pinterest that it recommended me an outfit that’s spot-on for a heinously basic Gojo lol. Which gave me a micro-fic idea:

Gojo who unironically loves his collection of Stanley Cups and working out. Gojo who’s trying to craft an all-white aesthetic. Gojo who always keeps his lips moisturized. And Gojo whose partner got tired of Gojo stealing their Uggs, so they bought him his own Uggs to match. Gojo’s totally not smug about it. Some might call Gojo basic, but he is who he is.

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The Eighth of September - Look at Me

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 11k

previous chapter here!

“Roo, can we go visit the kids at the cafe after our meeting?” Satoru asks from where he lies on the worn leather couch in Suguru’s office. His feet are kicked up as he rests with his head back on one of the throw pillows with a random book about the solar system from Suguru’s shelf in his hands, flipping through the pages and reading chapters that seem interesting to him.

“Baby we’re not going in that direction, we’re going to Setagaya.” Suguru says, not looking up from his computer as he speaks. Although he wants to see Yuji and the rest of them much like Satoru, it’s a bit out of their way to go there.

“I know but it’s not that much further to go, right? Tsumiki said she was going to start making Suika pan this month for summer and I need to try some,” Satoru asks, his brows furrowed together as he looks over at his husband that continues working away, not looking up from his computer once. “Why do you have a book about space in your office?” He asks as he looks back to the book, completely changing the subject without getting a solid answer to his first question. 

“You know you’re not supposed to bother me while you’re here and I’m working, right?” Suguru says, not bothering to answer either of Satoru’s questions as he tries to keep a smirk from appearing on his lips. 

“Yeah but what fun would that be?”

Suguru shakes his head as he lets a faint smile form on his face. He takes a breath in through his nose and turns his chair to face him, clasping his hands together in front of his stomach with his elbows resting on the armrests. “I liked the cover and I thought it would look nice on the shelf… Is it good so far?” 

“It’s alright I guess,” Satoru says, acting nonchalant as he closes the book around his thumb, making sure to mark his place as he looks over at Suguru, their eyes meeting. “So can we go to the cafe?”

Suguru rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smile on his face. He should have known better than to think Satoru would just drop the question. “If I say yes will you help me organize these papers?” Suguru nods his head toward a pile of papers on the side of his desk that need to get filed away into the binders on the shelf up against the wall. 

Before Satoru even answers, he’s standing up off of the couch to grab the thick stack of papers with a smile, leaving the book sitting on the couch. “Just tell me what needs to go where, my sweet,” he says with a smirk as he looks down at Suguru.

“I need you to organize them by what it says up here, okay?” Suguru starts explaining. He points to the words at the top of the pages that show what each report is. “Yearly reviews go in the ‘Reviews’ binder, expense reports go in the ‘Budgeting’ binder, risk management plans go in the ‘Project Management’ binder, and training and development programs go into the ‘HR’ binder.”

Satoru’s eyes widen as he names all the different binders quickly like it’s nothing. “I’m probably gonna need you to tell me that again after I get these organized,” he says as he sits down in one of the comfortable armchairs that sit on the other side of Suguru’s desk. He starts making piles based on the report names on the top of the pages. Normally, he would have to be begged to actually do some work if it was his job, but when there’s treats on the line and it’s Suguru that’s asking, he has no issue helping out.

“That’s fine. Also if there’s any supplier performance reviews, those need to go to Ryo who’s just next door, so you can set those aside.” 

“I like seeing you like this Sugu,” Satoru says with a slight smirk on his lips as he starts organizing. “It’s hot.”

Suguru lets out a single chuckle and shakes his head as he smiles at his monitor, continuing to work on what he’d been working on all afternoon. “I’m glad you find my stress sexy,” he says with an exhale, pushing his bangs back out of his face. Although he’d been at the job officially now for a year, things didn’t seem to get any less crazy. Once he got into the routine though, the stress was definitely much easier to manage than it was originally. 

“Do you think Kiyo is going to have good news for us today?” Satoru asks, switching his focus to their meeting that they were going to after Suguru was done working. Kiyo was their case worker that was helping them out from the adoption agency. She had helped Suguru’s coworker Akiko when she was going through the same thing, and was making things pretty easy thus far with Satoru and Suguru. “Last time she said we might get to meet the girls soon.” 

They were both hopeful, but Suguru didn’t want to fully get his hopes up just yet. Things were going fairly quickly for them, despite everyone and everything telling them that it would take forever to get anything actually done. Their financial situation and home life definitely didn’t do anything to hinder their chances, but they didn’t expect things to be moving so quickly so soon. Their home visits over the last few months seemed promising, which definitely helped to keep their spirits high. It had only been six months and they already had potential to meet two young girls - a set of twins - that were living in a group home. 

When they had initially talked about it, the possibility of adopting a set of siblings hadn’t even crossed their minds, but once Kiyo had mentioned it, they didn’t think twice. They weren’t even close to sure that they would be placed with them, but as soon as it became a possibility, both Satoru and Suguru started thinking about what they could do for these little girls to make everything as easy as possible for them and give them the lives that they deserved.

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, baby,” Suguru says, stopping what he’s doing for a moment to look across the desk at his husband. Satoru furrows his brows and the corners of his mouth downturn slightly. 

“But you can’t even be a little bit hopeful?”

“Of course I’m hopeful, Roo, but I just don’t want to get too excited and have them be placed with someone else; it’s only June.” Suguru says, his tone slightly somber. Although it felt like they’d been going through the process for a long time, it really had only been six months, and that was usually on the lower end of timelines families usually see. 

“Well I think Kiyo’s going to have good news for us when we see her,” Satoru says as he continues sorting papers. If Suguru wasn’t going to be as positive as he was, he figured that he had enough to go around for both of them.

Suguru gently nods his head with a soft smile, hoping that Satoru’s right and she will have some good news for them. He continues working while Satoru talks about anything and everything, not leaving a moment of silence between them. 

“What do you think Shi’s doing right now?” Satoru asks, pulling out his phone to check on her.

“I don’t know, baby.” Suguru says, trying his best to focus while Satoru does everything in his power to make that virtually impossible.

“Awe, she’s sleeping on the couch,” Satoru turns around his phone to show Suguru the view of their living room through the camera. She does look pretty cute curled up against the throw pillows in the corner of the couch, waiting for the two of them to return. 

Suguru smiles at the sight and focuses back on his work when there’s a quiet knock at the door that pulls him away once again. “Yes?” Suguru calls out and the door slowly opens. Emi peeks her head inside before opening the door all the way and stepping inside. She wears a black pencil skirt and a white button up while her hair is clipped back and up out of her face.

“Good afternoon, Geto-san,” she says with a soft voice, quickly noticing Satoru as he’s turned around in the chair to see who it is.

“Good afternoon Emi!” Satoru says, his voice overly cheery as he greets her with a smile. Suguru has to hold back a chuckle at his greeting, knowing that he does it because he knows how she treats Suguru when he’s not there. 

“Hello Geto-sama, nice to see you.” Satoru smiles at the honorific she chooses to address him with, despite having met her plenty of times over the past six months while he’s been visiting Suguru at work. “Um- Ryo-san sent me to grab some performance reviews he said you had?” She says, remembering what she’s actually here for. 

“Here’s those for you,” Satoru interjects with the smile still on his lips, handing her the stack of reviews that he’d sorted out from the originally much larger pile. Suguru tries to hide the smirk on his face, trucking his lips between his teeth as he’s watching as Satoru does his best to get her out of his office as quickly as possible. 

“Oh- uh, thank you,” she says, seeming slightly flustered as she grabs the stack from him and hurries back out the door, closing it behind her once again. 

“Satoru, you don’t have to scare away the assistants,” Suguru lightly scolds him, although it’s slightly entertaining to see the way Satoru reacts.

“Sugu. I know that if I wasn’t here, she would’ve been all over you,” Satoru defends himself. “And I was nice, it’s not my fault if it scared her… Maybe she should leave my husband alone,” he continues, leaning his head back over the back of the chair and letting his arms hang open over the sides.

“Satoru, she’s just doing her job.” Suguru chuckles lightly. “You don’t have to be jealous, baby.” Satoru lifts his head up with a quickness that Suguru is sure must have hurt his neck.

“I am not jealous,” he declares, his brows raised and his mouth slightly open as he shoves his tongue into his cheek. “I know you’re all mine.” Satoru says, standing up and going over to the shelf to grab the binders that he needed, somehow remembering which stack of papers goes where. “I have the ring to prove it.” Suguru smirks to himself as he looks down at his keyboard before continuing back on his work while Satoru puts away the papers in the binders. 

“Do you want me to be jealous?” Satoru asks as he sticks the last binder back onto the shelf.

“Not necessarily, but just the fact that you’re bringing it up again makes me think that you definitely are.” Before he realizes it and can stop it from happening, Satoru’s hands are on the back of his chair pulling him out and away from his desk. “Satoru what are you-” he says with furrowed brows as he gets pulled back. 

Satoru turns him, puts his hands on either side of his armrests, and leans down to press a deep kiss to Suguru’s lips. Yeah he’s definitely not jealous, Suguru thinks to himself jokingly as he feels Satoru’s lips against his own. He smiles against his warm lips for a moment before he finally pulls back, but instead of going back to the couch, Satoru kneels down on the floor in front of him. “Satoru, no.” Suguru tries to tell him off, knowing what he’s getting at, but he’s already folding up his long legs to fit underneath the desk. 

“Come on Suguboo,” Satoru coos as he rests his chin on Suguru’s knee and looks up at him with his best puppy dog eyes. “You know you want me toooo,” he draws out as he sticks out his bottom lip to do his best convincing. 

Suguru takes a deep breath in through his nose and looks down at Satoru. He presses his lips together, trying his best to keep a straight face. He thinks about all the possible outcomes in his head, but the sudden warmth building between his legs is starting to take over, and cloud his mind. He doesn’t say anything and Satoru takes that as his sign to keep going, a wide smile on his face as he pulls Suguru’s legs back under the desk. 

“Just be quiet and you’ll be fine,” Satoru teases as he runs his hands slowly up Suguru’s thighs before slowly running his hands over his crotch, earning a soft groan from deep in his chest. 

The only reason he’s not putting an immediate stop to this is because it’s Friday afternoon and everyone is wrapping up for the week and trying to get out the door. Normally, after about 3:00 on Fridays, Suguru doesn’t have anyone coming into his office for anything, so seeing as it’s nearly 4:30, he has less of an issue with it. “If someone comes in-” he starts warning Satoru, but he stops as his belt and pants get undone and pulled open.

“I know, I know. I’m not gonna get you in trouble Sugu,” Satoru waves off his warning, intent on getting him in his mouth as quickly as he can. As he frees Suguru’s mostly hard cock from the confines of his boxers, Satoru holds it in his hand before pressing a slow, warm kiss to the tip, earning a hiss from Suguru.

Trying to hide Satoru as best as he can, he scoots himself closer to his desk, wanting it to be nearly impossible to tell that his husband was underneath with his mouth all over him. He leans back as he feels Satoru pressing tender kisses up the bottom of his length, already starting to feel impatient. “Satoru, now is not the time to be taking it slow,” he slightly scolds him, trying to hurry it along, worried more and more that someone will barge in. “If someone comes in, you’re going to sit there silently and still and not make a sound.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Satoru waves him off as he finally takes the tip into his warm mouth, making Suguru inhale quickly through his nose and lean his head back over the back of his chair. 

Doing his best to continue working, Suguru sits forward again and tries typing on the report that he’s working on, but quickly realizes that he can’t do his work and be sucked off at the same time. He lets out a shaky breath as Satoru slowly bobs his head up and down underneath the desk. Stopping once again, he leans back slightly to look down and watch as Satoru looks up at him with his wide eyes. He bats his white eyelashes as he effortlessly takes most of him into his mouth. 

“Shit, baby,” Suguru hisses out with a whisper as he grabs onto Satoru’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze, his other hand holding onto his armrest. His hips twitch as he sits there, doing his best to keep quiet with the view below him. “Keep going, just like that,” he whispers as he moves his hand from his shoulder to let his fingers rest on the side of his head and into his white hair. 

Although Satoru’s mouth is full, he has no problem looking back up with a smile, his eyes doing plenty to show the way he’s feeling. He sticks his tongue out, letting it drag up and down the bottom of his cock as he continues moving slowly, taking his time because he knows how absolutely crazy it drives Suguru. The way his hand tightens in his hair is enough of an indicator of how well he’s doing. He rests one of his hands on Suguru’s thighs, giving it a squeeze as he looks up through his eyelashes. He can tell that Suguru is putty in his hands, knowing exactly how to get him off quickly.

Suguru’s hips twitch and the feeling deep in his stomach begins to get tighter and tighter when there’s a soft knock on the door. “Oh fuck,” he curses quietly as he pushes Satoru off of him and looks down at him with wide eyes, silently telling him to keep quiet until whoever it is is gone. “Come in,” Suguru says, clearing his throat before he says it. He tries his best not to look like his husband is under the desk on his knees with his dick in his mouth. 

The door opens and it’s Emi once again. This time her hair is down and out of the clip that it was in earlier and Suguru isn’t completely sure, but he’s pretty sure another button is undone on her shirt. If he had the will to, he would’ve rolled his eyes. “Sorry to bother you again Geto-san, but Takeshi-san wanted me to get your signature on a few things,” she explains as she steps inside, closing the door almost all of the way behind her. She almost immediately notices that Satoru isn’t there anymore. 

“Okay, yeah, no problem,” he says, holding out his hand so that she can hand over the thick stack of papers that need his signature on them. He immediately starts on them, signing all the highlighted pages that need his approval.

“Did your husband leave?” She asks to make sure, looking around to see if she just didn’t notice him when she walked in. Her voice sounds sweet, but both Satoru and Suguru know that she’s hoping he’s gone so that she can spend time with him.

Suguru feels Satoru’s warm breath on his still slick cock underneath the desk and knows the exact face that he’s making despite being unable to see him. “No, he just-” Suguru starts, but clears his throat again and takes a second when he feels Satoru moving slightly at his feet. “He just stepped out for a minute to make a phone call.” He flips through the pages, cursing in his mind that there’s so many that he needs to sign. He does his best to get through them as quickly as he can.

“Hm,” she hums shortly at his response, looking down at him from where she stands in front of the desk. As Suguru continues flipping through the pages, she moves slightly to the side, wanting to get a closer look at the painting that hangs above the couch. “I love looking at this every time I come in here; It’s really beautiful,” she says, looking at the picture of their hands that sits on the wall. 

Suguru feels Satoru’s hand squeeze his thigh and knows he’s probably going insane under there not being able to say anything to her. “Thank you,” he says just before he feels Satoru’s other hand wrapping around his cock, slowly moving up and down while squeezing firmly. Suguru tries to push him away without being obvious and giving away his spot, but can’t do it before Emi turns back around to look at him. “Satoru’s a big fan of art, so this is just one of a few things he’s commissioned for me.”

At the mention of Satoru’s name, the smile on Emi’s face fades. “How did you two meet?” She asks, turning back around to walk back towards the chairs that sit in front of Suguru’s desk. She sits down as he signs the many pages and Suguru lets out a silent sigh of relief, glad that she isn’t going to walk behind his desk for some reason and see Satoru kneeling underneath it.

“Uh- we actually worked at the Tokyo branch together,” he starts, a smile on his face as he thinks back to nearly three years ago at this point. “He trained me for the first week and then we sat across from each other with one of our mutual friends in between us.” As he finishes the sentence, he feels Satoru’s lips press a tender kiss to the tip of his cock and he has to cough to hide the surprise on his face, holding his hand in front of his mouth as he does so.

“You okay?” She asks, cocking her brow and sitting forward at his sudden coughing.

Suguru waves it off, feeling Satoru’s lips still on him underneath the desk. He’s quickly able to tell where this is going and tries to speed up the signing, but the pages seem to just keep coming. “Yeah, sorry. Just inhaled wrong,” he brushes it off and shakes his head, clearing his throat once again as his face gets warmer. 

“That’s sweet,” she says and Suguru inhales sharply as he feels Satoru’s lips wrap around the tip once again. He kicks him lightly as if to say “knock it off,” but that does little to actually stop Satoru. He can’t push him away without looking insane, so he just lets him, doing his best to look as normal as possible as Emi sits just across the way from him. “So you started as coworkers and now you’re married,” she continues, just seeming to think out loud as he looks around at the miscellaneous things around his office. 

“Yep,” he clears his throat once again as Satoru painfully slowly moves his mouth up and down once again as if she isn’t there. “Mhm.” He doubles down, his cheeks starting to feel burning hot as he does his best to seem normal to Emi. He only has a couple pages left and they seem to take longer than all the others put together as he’s rushing to try to get through them before Satoru makes him cum with her sitting right in front of him. At this point, he’s gripping the pen so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t snap in half under the pressure. 

“He doesn’t still work at the Tokyo branch?” She tilts her head to the side as she asks. “I mean, he’s in here a couple times a month, so I just assume he doesn’t still work there, right…?” As she finishes her question, he feels Satoru pause for a second before he feels his throat contract around his cock. He flexes every muscle in the lower half of his body to try to not react to the feeling.

Please stop asking questions, Suguru begs silently in his head, hoping that maybe she can somehow hear it and will leave quickly. He doesn’t even try to come up with some sort of explanation for what Satoru does while he’s in the office. “Y-yeah, he just stays at home for now,” Suguru answers shortly, finally scribbling his signature messily over the last page and pushing the stack of papers back across the desk to Emi, hoping that she’ll just take them and leave. 

“He’s not bored all day while you’re here?” She asks and Suguru has to restrain himself from physically groaning, at the feeling of Satoru’s tongue slowly moving over his cock, but also at the fact that she won’t just leave. He continues gripping his pen tightly, trying not to lose his cool yet.

“I’m really sorry Emi-san, but I have a lot to get done before I head home,” he says, hoping that she’ll get the hint that he wants her to leave. He’s not usually one to kick people out of his office, but when his husband is on his knees in front of him with his cock down his throat, he feels a bit differently about doing so.

“Oh, y-yeah,” she stutters as he straightens out the papers and sticks them back into the folder that she had. “I’ll get out of your hair.” She stands up straight and heads to the door, opening it and turning around with a final smile.

“Thank you,” Suguru says before she steps out into the hallway and closes it slowly, leaving just the two of them alone once again. “Satoru, what the fuck?” He asks in a hushed voice, finally looking down at Satoru who pulls his mouth off and looks up at him with an angelic smile, acting like he hadn’t done a thing wrong.

“What’s wrong Sugu?” He asks, his hand continuing to slowly pump up and down on Suguru’s cock. Suguru looks down at him, his hips twitching at the feeling, wanting his mouth around him again.

“You know exactly what’s wrong, you brat,” Suguru spits out, although a playful smirk sits on his face as he says it. A similar smirk plays on Satoru’s lips as he looks up at him before licking a long stripe up the side of his cock and taking him back into his mouth. “Fuck, Toru,” Suguru groans quietly, the familiar warmth of his mouth now engulfing him again. He knows that Satoru enjoys every second of fucking with him like this, so there’s no use in trying to get back at him now. 

Satoru continues looking back up at him with his wide blue eyes, the color practically sparkling like the water in the bay outside the window. He picks up the pace slightly, feeling the way Suguru’s hips twitch and the way he’s twitching in his mouth. He hums around his cock, knowing that the vibrations will drive him crazy and closer to the edge. 

“Shit, baby don’t stop,” Suguru hisses, both of his hands now clenched into the hair on the sides of Satoru’s head, guiding him at the speed that he needs while Satoru just goes along with it, letting him move him however he needs to. He lets his head fall back while his jaw drops open, his eyes starting to roll back into his head as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. 

Looking up at his face, Satoru can tell that Suguru’s about to cum, feeling the way his cock twitches in his mouth before he finally lets go. He doesn’t stop moving once Suguru’s hands fall away from the sides of his head and grip tightly onto the armrests on the side of his chair. As hot cum spills down his throat, Satoru has no problem swallowing around his cock, making sure to get every drop as to not leave any evidence behind that anything had happened in the office.

Suguru’s breathing heavily as his orgasm rolls through his body, completely forgetting where he is and that anyone could walk into the room at any second. Satoru finally pulls off and looks up at him with a smile before he sticks out his tongue to show an empty mouth. “Fuck,” Suguru whispers out at the sight, pushing his chair back to lean forward. He grabs the bottom of Satoru’s chin and pulls him towards him, connecting their lips fervently. Satoru sits up on his knees to reach as their lips come together, Suguru still able to taste himself on Satoru’s lips. 

“Mmm,” Satoru hums against his lips with a smile, feeling the grip Suguru has on his chin. 

“You’re gonna get it when we get home,” Suguru whispers against his lips before pressing them together once again before sitting back up. 

“I was counting on it,” Satoru whispers back with a devious smirk on his face, already looking forward to heading home. Suguru shakes his head as he redoes his pants and belt, leaving no trace that anything had happened between the two of them here. “I can’t believe we’ve been together this long and that’s the first time we’ve done anything in the office,” Satoru says as he stands back up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

“Well we didn’t exactly have an office at the old place,” Suguru points out, thinking about where they possibly could have done anything while still working at the Tokyo branch.

“Come on,” Satoru starts as he looks down at him with his arms crossed as he leans back against Suguru’s desk for a moment. “If we really wanted to, we could’ve found a spot.”

Suguru shrugs his shoulders in agreement. “Yeah I guess… Don’t get used to this though, it’s too risky to do things here.” Satoru nods his head as he pushes himself off the desk and sits back down on the couch, picking up the book from where he’d left it and opening it back up. “I know what that silence means, Satoru. It’s not happening again,” he doubles down firmly.

Satoru nods silently again, a soft smile on his face as he picks up reading right where he left off earlier. His absence of a response makes Suguru furrow his brows because he knows exactly what’s going on in Satoru’s head. Keep saying it all you want, we both know it’s not the last time. They silently converse through playful eye contact, because as much as Suguru wants it to be the last time, he knows just as well that it was far too exciting for that to be the truth.

It doesn’t take long for Suguru to finish up everything that he had to finish and before they know if they’re in the car heading further into the city to meet with Kiyo. It’s about a 40 minute drive and Satoru is practically vibrating the entire way there. 

“Baby, I think you should try and calm down a little bit,” Suguru says as they approach their destination.

“I am calm,” Satoru assures him. He quickly notices that they aren’t going the way that they should be going and points it out. “I thought you said we were going to Setagaya?”

“Kiyo asked me right before we left if we could change the meeting place so I suggested somewhere that I knew you’d like,” Suguru explains and Satoru immediately catches on, realizing that they’re going to their favorite cafe in the city. “They probably also would’ve closed by the time we were done anyway.”

“This is why I married you, you know?” Satoru says sweetly as he leans over to press a kiss to Suguru’s shoulder.

“I hope you married me for more than just this,” Suguru says with a chuckle as he gets off the expressway and onto the surface streets until they arrive. 

“Okay yeah, you’re pretty hot too,” Satoru says jokingly, pulling a laugh from both of them, knowing that he has plenty more reasons to have married him. 

Once Suguru finds a parking spot, they head on their short walk towards the cafe. Satoru is already thinking about what he’s going to get, almost having forgotten about their whole reason for going there in the first place. As they walk down the final stretch of sidewalk before reaching the cafe, Suguru gives Satoru’s hand a squeeze as he’s slightly nervous about their meeting. Satoru can feel the clamminess of his palms and knows that he’s nervous. “It’s going to be okay, Roo.” He gives his hand a squeeze back, assuring him that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“That’s okay. You’re okay. No matter what happens, it’ll be fine. I’m still here,” Satoru comforts him, giving his hand another squeeze as they make it to the front door that’s propped open. There aren’t very many people in the cafe; their favorite table in the back corner is open and Satoru immediately notices. “How about you go sit and I’ll get your tea, okay?”

Suguru nods his head with a smile, letting go of Satoru’s hand and heading back towards the table in the corner to sit down. He watches as Satoru heads up to the counter and smiles at Yuji’s reaction upon seeing him. When Satoru points back in his direction, he smiles and waves at Yuji who waves back with a beaming smile.

“Hi Geto-san!” Yuji calls out, his loud voice cutting through the quiet cafe atmosphere easily. Suguru chuckles as a couple other customers turn their heads to see who’s shouting and turn back when they realize that it’s the boy working behind the counter. 

After a couple minutes, Satoru comes back to join Suguru at the table. “Yuji said Megumi’s going to university!” He says, sounding excited as he sits down. “He’s only here a couple days a week now.”

“That’s good for him,” Suguru says, happy to hear that he’s doing good. Satoru pulls out a watermelon looking bread from the white paper bag and rips it in half, revealing the vibrant pink inside with chocolate chips that look like seeds.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Satoru asks, amazed as he bites into one half of the bread and hands the other to Suguru. “And it tastes super good too.”

“It is very pretty,” Suguru says, deciding to humor him despite definitely having seen Suika Pan before. They sit for a couple minutes before Nobara brings their drinks to their table.

“Thank you Kugisaki,” Satoru says with a smile as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“I haven’t seen you two here in a minute, what’s the occasion?” She asks, tucking the tray that she used to transport their drinks under her arm as she stands there.

“We’re actually meeting with our adoption case worker whenever she arrives,” Suguru explains. He has a smile on his face, excited despite how nervous he is inside. 

“What?!” She says excitedly. “You two are gonna have a kid?” She continues, her voice slightly raised as she looks down at them with wide eyes.

Satoru smiles back at her and nods his head swiftly. “Possibly even two if everything goes the way we’re hoping it does.”

“That’s crazy guys. Well I really hope it all works out for you and you bring the little ones in here some day.” She says with a wide smile on her face, genuinely happy for them.

She leaves them alone at their table and just a few minutes later, they spot Kiyo as she walks through the door. Satoru waves at her, getting her attention and letting her know where they’re at. She hurries back towards where they sit, not bothering to head up to the counter.

“Hello Geto-sama,” she says in a huff, greeting them with a wide smile on her face as she sits down at the chair across from where the two of them sit. “Thank you for being flexible and suggesting this place; I was a bit late finishing up my last meeting and this is much closer than Setagaya.” She seems like she ran from wherever she just came from all the way here.

“It’s no problem at all,” Suguru says with a smile. “Did you want to order anything? We have no problem waiting a couple more minutes if you want to.”

“That’s very kind, but I’m okay really, thank you,” she says, sounding slightly out of breath. “This hopefully shouldn’t take too long anyways.” When she says that, Satoru squeezes Suguru’s hand underneath the table, knowing that he’s still nervous about what she’s going to tell them. “I guess I’ll just get right to it.” She pulls out a folder from her bag and sets it on the table before opening it up and pulling out a couple sheets of paper. “The board looked through all of the potential families and narrowed it down to two that get to meet the girls and you two are one of the two that were picked.” 

When she says it, both Suguru and Satoru’s mouths drop at the surprise. Satoru was hopeful for this outcome, but that didn’t make hearing it any less surprising. Suguru finally felt like an elephant was lifted off of his shoulders upon hearing the news. “A-are you serious?” Suguru asks, not fully believing her at first.

Kiyo nods her head with a smile on her face. “I’m 100% serious.” 

Satoru and Suguru look at each other with shock still painted all over their faces. They squeeze each other’s hands hard underneath the table for a moment before turning back to look at Kiyo. “So uh-” Suguru starts, trying to gather his thoughts as quickly as he can despite the disbelief, “where do we go from here?”

“So we’ve got a few options for dates here,” she says, going over the calendar she has in the folder. “Obviously the girls are still in school, so weekends and afternoons are what we’re working with.” She turns around the calendar so that they can look at it more easily. “And it would be similar to this, but since they’re in Kamakura, it would be much closer to your house than up here in the city.”

Both of their minds feel like they’re racing with a million thoughts and questions, but Satoru spits out the first thing that he can think of, trying to keep a level head. “We’d probably prefer a weekend, right?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru. 

“A weekend would definitely be better for my schedule, otherwise it would be pretty late in the afternoon.”

“Okay, that’s completely fine. Today’s the-” she looks down at her watch to make sure of the date, “5th, so that leaves open every weekend this month excluding the 20th.” They look over the calendar, looking at all the dates marked in green. 

“Does that mean tomorrow is a possibility?” Satoru asks, not even thinking about it first. 

“Sorry, I should've made that more clear,” she starts and Satoru already feels his heart drop, excited at the prospect of meeting them so soon. “Tomorrow isn’t possible, but Sunday is still an option if that still works for you,” she says, tapping her pen on the 7th on the calendar.

Satoru’s eyes widen and he looks over to Suguru who looks back at him with a similar look. “Do you want to do that?” He asks Suguru in a hushed voice as if Kiyo isn’t sitting less than a meter in front of them at the same table.

“You also don’t have to decide right this second if you want to talk it over.”

“No,” Suguru says, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He shakes his head before continuing. “I’m sorry, no, uh- Sunday is perfect.” 

“Great,” Kiyo says, writing it down on her paper and flashing both of them a smile. “I just need each of your signatures here and then that’s all I need from you.” They each sign the paper on the lines that she points out and slide it back over to her, already used to having to sign off on every meeting at this point. “Perfect! I’ll text or email you at some point tomorrow to give you all the details.”

“Thank you so much Kiyo-san,” Suguru says as she packs the folder back into her bag with a smile. 

“You’re very welcome. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and see you again Sunday,” she says before hurrying back out of the cafe just as quickly as she came.

“Oh my god,” Satoru says with a blank stare on his face, almost unable to comprehend what had just happened. “We’re actually going to meet them.”

Suguru turns to look at him with a smile. “I can’t believe it,” he says, still feeling like he’s in a dream. He leans forward and wraps his arms around Satoru, not really knowing what else to do with the overwhelming happy energy he’s feeling. Satoru squeezes him back and presses a kiss to the side of his head before they both let go and sit back in their chairs.

After he notices that Kiyo’s left, Yuji comes over to their table to say hi to Suguru, not having talked to him yet. “Hi Geto-san,” he says, talking to Suguru despite both of them being Geto now.

“Hi Yuji-kun,” Suguru says looking up at him with a smile despite still being slightly in shock over their exceptionally quick yet eventful meeting, “how are you? Pretty busy?”

“Yeah, pretty good.” He nods his head with a sweet smile. “We’re almost done for the day, but Kugisaki, Tsumiki, and I are meeting Fushiguro for dinner afterwards, so I’m pretty excited about that. What are you guys up to? I know Gojo said you guys had a meeting, but that lady seemed to get out of here pretty quickly.”

Satoru smiles at him still using his previous family name despite having been married to Suguru for nearly a year, but he doesn’t mind. “I don’t know if Kugisaki told you, but that was our adoption case worker.” Yuji nods his head along as he listens to Satoru explain that they’re going to meet the girls that they have a possibility of adopting in less than two days.

“Woah, congrats! That’s so cool!” He says with a wide smile, happy to hear the good news for the two of them. “You guys will be fun parents,” he says with a smile still on his face.

“Thank you Yuji,” Satoru says, returning a similar smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys, but congratulations again!” Yuji says with a polite wave as he heads back towards the front counter to start working on what he needs to do to close up. Suguru and Satoru sit for a couple minutes longer, still taking in what just happened before they stand up and leave to head back towards the car, giving a final wave to Yuji as they head out the front door.

“I told you it would be good news, Sugu,” Satoru says, swinging their arms forward and back between them as they walk down the sidewalk. The summer sun still sits fairly high in the sky, the golden rays finding their way through the tall buildings and down onto the sidewalk. Their long shadows move with them as they walk back towards where the car is parked. 

“Yeah but you didn’t know that for sure.” 

“Sure I did! What’s stopping me from telling you that I can tell the future?” Satoru says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood even more.

“How about you tell me if I’m going to smack you on the back of the head or not?” Suguru asks with raised brows, looking over at him as they walk down the sidewalk.

“It’s not 100% accurate all the time, you know - but I’m thinking yes.” Satoru answers, fully expecting a smack now and bracing himself in preparation.

“I guess you’re right about it not always being accurate,” Suguru says with a smile, deciding against it this time. 

Once they get back to the car, the drive back home feels like it takes hours. On the way there, Satoru decides to order them dinner to get delivered so that neither of them have to cook when they get home. They decide on sushi, having found a place just around the corner from the entrance to their neighborhood that they loved. The sun slowly starts setting lower and lower towards the horizon, although by the time they make it home, it still sits just above the hills in the distance.

Satoru hurries ahead of him up the stairs and unlocks the door while Suguru grabs his bag from the car. As Suguru is heading out of the garage, the delivery driver happens to pull up. He waits for a moment while the driver hands him the bag and heads up the stairs behind Satoru with their food.

“Food’s here,” Suguru calls out into the house as he locks the door and slips off his shoes. He sets his bag down and heads up the stairs to drop off their food in the kitchen. Satoru’s already upstairs waiting for him when he enters the kitchen. 

“That’s really good timing,” he points out as he sets down the empty glass of water that he’d finished drinking. “Do you want to get changed first or eat first?” Satoru asks, pretty sure he already knows the answer as he steps around the corner of the island to stand in front of him. Before Suguru can even answer, Satoru’s hand is grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss, holding him there for a moment before he finally lets go.

Suguru smiles as he looks into Satoru’s eyes, feeling the slight tingle of butterflies in his stomach at his gesture, despite being used to it. “I’m starving, let’s eat.” It’s the answer that Satoru was expecting, so he has a smile as he grabs their chopsticks from the drawer and sets them on the dining room table. Suguru opens up the bag and pulls out their food, quickly discerning which tray belongs to which of them.

As they eat their dinner, they’re both still slightly in shock over what had happened just an hour before. “I can’t believe we get to meet them so soon,” Satoru says with a smile as he picks up a sake nigiri.

“It feels a little bit insane.”

“I’m so excited,” Satoru says, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Me too,” Suguru says with a similar smile on his face. All they’d thought about for the past six months was being parents and this feels like the first step towards it, despite it actually being one of the final steps. 

They find it nearly impossible to talk about anything but their upcoming meeting while they eat. Once they finish their dinner and get cleaned up, they both head downstairs to get out of their day clothes and put on some more comfy clothes to relax in. Satoru pulls on some shorts and a tshirt and sits down and stretches out his limbs in one of the chairs by the window while Suguru does the same. 

As Suguru’s putting away his bag from the office and getting changed, Satoru scrolls through his phone, checking on what he missed in the past couple hours. He decides to open up his email to see if maybe Kiyo had already sent something, despite knowing she probably wouldn’t until sometime tomorrow. Normally it would be full of random junk and nothing important, but this time he sees a name that he only sees very seldomly. His heart feels like it’s about to jump out of his chest as he sees an email from the name Sakura Gojo. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes out quietly as he clicks on it. Suguru is in the bathroom, so he doesn’t hear him as he says it. He opens up the email and sees a wall of text. It feels like all the air in his lungs is immediately expelled upon seeing her name on his screen. 

‘Hi Sato-nii! ^3^ I’m really sorry it’s been so long since I last reached out, but I’ve just been super busy and you know how mom and dad are :/ It’s nearly impossible for me to get away for a chance to email you, but I’m doing this at school before I head home. I’ve been keeping track and writing down everything that I want to talk to you about though so I won’t miss anything. ^.^’

He quickly reads through the rest of the long email from his little sister, catching up on everything that’s happened in her life over the past almost two years. Her emails were never sent on specific dates or on a schedule of any sorts, so they could come at any time. Satoru knew that it had been a long time since the last one, but he still didn’t see this coming whatsoever.

Suguru comes out of the bathroom with his hair all down and brushed out, happy to have it down after having it tied up all day. “Do you want to go look at the stars?” He asks, rubbing his hand over his chest through his tshirt as he leans over to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head. Since it was summer, they spent most nights up on the roof looking at the sky rather than at the tv. Satoru doesn’t answer right away, still looking at his phone screen slightly in shock. “Satoru?” He asks, not sure if he heard him the first time.

“Sorry, baby,” Satoru says, shaking his head as he tucks his phone into his pocket and stands up quickly. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Is everything alright?” Suguru asks, already sensing that something is slightly off with his husband.

“Mhm!” Satoru assures him with a cheery response, but Suguru sees right through it, twisting his lips to the side at his response. They head quickly up the stairs and Satoru stops in the kitchen to grab a cookie from the pantry before they continue up to the roof. Suguru lies down on the daybed first and Satoru climbs in next to him, snuggling up and resting his head on his chest with a silent sigh. Suguru immediately notices that something still seems off and looks down at where Satoru lies on his chest.

“Hey,” he says, getting Satoru’s attention. 

“Hm?” Satoru hums in response, not even bothering to lift his head to look at him.

“Baby, look at me,” Suguru says, resting his chin against his chest to look down at Satoru. He lifts his head up and looks at Suguru who looks down at him. Despite the darkness, Satoru can see the warmth in his eyes and immediately feels a little bit better. “What’s wrong?” Suguru’s voice is soft and calming as he says it, wanting him to feel better if something really is wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, Gugu,” Satoru says, but Suguru knows he’s not telling the whole truth. 

“Satoru I know that’s not true, why are you lying to me?” Suguru says as he rubs his hand over Satoru’s back trying to soothe him and calm him from whatever it is that’s on his mind. “We’ve been out here for an entire minute and you haven’t even told me about what constellations we can see.”

Their house was at the top of a hill, so there was nothing to block their view, making the roof the absolute best spot for stargazing when the sky was clear. Satoru points up at the clear sky above them as he normally would. “They’re the same as last night, Sugu; that��s Ursa Major - The Big Dipper -  right there, and then from there you can find-”

Suguru cuts him off, seeing past the act that he’s putting up. “Satoru, baby. Just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice is full of worry which makes Satoru feel bad about keeping it from him any longer.

Satoru takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. “I got an email from my sister,” he finally says after a long moment of silence.

Suguru doesn’t know how to respond at first. For as long as he’d known Satoru, he’d only talked about his family once or twice. He didn’t even know that he had a sister until after they were married and Shoko had mentioned it. He takes a breath as he tries to think of what to say. He wasn’t really sure what it meant, so he just decides to ask. “Do you want to talk about it?” He lets his hand sneak underneath the fabric of Satoru’s tshirt to rub the warm skin of his back, trying to soothe him in any way he can. He doesn’t hear a response, but instead a slight sniffle from Satoru. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby,” Suguru says quietly as he looks down to see Satoru resting with his chin on the back of his hand, looking up at Suguru with tears brimming his eyes and his bottom lip stuck out slightly. 

“It feels stupid that I’m crying,” Satoru says with a chuckle as he sniffles again and wipes the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. 

“It’s not stupid, baby,” Suguru tries to comfort him as they both sit up, sitting cross legged on the daybed now facing one another. “Do you want to tell me about her?” Suguru asks, not entirely sure of what to do to help the situation. 

“Well, it’s kind of a lot to explain,” Satoru starts, leaning back on both of his hands to look up at the stars in the night sky as he takes a deep breath and pushes it back out through his lips. He feels Suguru’s hand rest on his knee and it helps to clear his mind slightly. He feels his thumb trace back and forth across the skin and the feeling puts a soft smile on his lips. “I haven’t actually seen her in over a decade, and I’ve talked to her only a handful of times since then, and it’s only ever through email.” It sounds like a lot at first, and it is, but Suguru stays quiet, giving him the opportunity to keep going.

“When I turned 18 my parents wanted me to move out and start living on my own…” Suguru can already tell that it’s hard for Satoru to talk about his family but he pushes on anyway. “That’s not really important, but when that happened-” Satoru pauses and takes a breath, letting it out slowly through his lips as he tries not to cry any more, “that was the last time that I actually saw Sakura in person.” 

Suguru doesn’t speak as he repositions himself to sit behind Satoru, just holding him silently in his arms as they sit there under the night sky. Being an only child, he can’t really imagine what not being able to see your sibling is like, but he can understand how difficult it must be, especially seeing how hard it is for Satoru to talk about it.

Despite saying that it wasn’t important, it feels somewhat therapeutic to finally talk about it, so Satoru decides to go into the details of his difficult family relationship a bit more. “It started before she was even born, really. Just before I turned ten, my grandpa died and I have no idea why, but he left everything in his name to me… I-” he sniffles and wipes his eyes again, “I don’t know if it was to get back at my dad for something- or- or he didn’t like my mom or something else- I still have no idea why he did it,” as he says it he can’t help but let the tears continue to fall from his eyes. Suguru holds him tighter, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck to try to comfort him more. “All he left for my parents was the family house and after that they just- I don’t know, they just stopped treating me like their son and started treating me like I was just another burden that they had to deal with.” 

Suguru swears that he can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces as Satoru explains the situation. He immediately understands why Satoru doesn’t ever speak about his family. They stopped treating their son like their son over something that he had absolutely zero control over. He didn’t even have access to any of his family’s money until he turned 18, so it’s not like he was maliciously keeping what they felt like was their money from them.  “Shh, baby it’s okay,” Suguru coos in his ear as he squeezes him tight. Satoru turns to wrap his arms around Suguru’s shoulders, letting himself cry into his chest. “You don’t have to say anything else baby, it’s okay.” He quickly starts to feel more angry for Satoru than sadness. 

“No, it’s okay,” Satoru says with a sniffle as he lifts his face from Suguru’s chest and looks up into his eyes, nothing but the moonlight and the dim lighting from the pool softly illuminating their faces. 

“You really don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to, Toru.”

“I’m fine Sugu, I promise. I’ve kept this from you and I want you to know about it. You deserve to know.” Suguru wipes the tears from his husbands cheeks with his fingers and Satoru takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his lips. He presses a kiss to his forehead which puts a soft smile on his lips.

Suguru always does his best to make sure that Satoru knows that he can tell him anything he needs to so that he can get it off of his chest and feel better. “Take as long as you need, baby. You don’t have to do it all right now.” 

It’s not that Satoru didn’t want to tell him, it’s just that he didn’t really necessarily feel the need to at any point before this. “I’m okay, really. When Sakura was born they completely changed; it’s like they became entirely different parents to her than they were to me. It’s like I was the trial run and it was okay that they were shitty to me and she was the golden child that could never do anything wrong.” The further Satoru explains, the more Suguru feels the pain in his voice and the angrier he feels for him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby sister more than anything, but it’s like once she was born they just - I don’t know - completely forgot about me.”

“I’m guessing it’s your parents that don’t let you talk to her?” Suguru asks, his voice gentle as he does so. His breath is warm against Satoru’s neck, a nice constant in the cool summer night.

“Bingo,” Satoru says, his voice slightly stuffy as his nose is congested from crying. “They say they’re protecting her. Who knows what from,” he sounds irritated as he says it, “but I only talk to her through email whenever she’s able to reach out.” 

“When was the last time you heard from her?” Suguru asks, still curious and realizing that Satoru seems to be more comfortable when he’s talking just about his sister.

“A little over two years ago,” Satoru says quietly. 

“What kind of things does she say?”

“Well-” Satoru starts. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to open up the email from her, not remembering everything from just having done a quick read through it before Suguru had come out of the bathroom. “She’s turning 18 in September and she invited us to her birthday party…” 

Suguru stops for a moment, thinking about what he’s about to say for a moment before he says it. “We should go…”

“I don’t know about that, Sugu…” Satoru is obviously apprehensive at the thought. He’d love more than anything to be able to see his baby sister again, but that would more than likely require having to see his parents as well. “My parents definitely don’t know she invited me and I doubt they even know that we’re married.”

He would send her the occasional update one or two times a year - despite knowing that he would likely never get an answer - and of course that included sending some of their wedding pictures after getting married the year prior. He was always happy to send her updates on his life knowing that he would eventually get something back, even if it took months on end.

Suguru thinks for a moment before he continues. “Baby, you’re 30 years old and married with your own house and family - your parents can’t keep your sister from you forever.” As soon as he says it he regrets it slightly, not sure if he’s pushing too hard even after Satoru was unsure about it. 

“I hate to admit when you’re right…” Satoru says, half jokingly as he turns to look at Suguru.

“Hey,” Suguru says with a scoff as he smacks him lightly on the shoulder. “And you said she’s turning 18 right?” Satoru nods his head in confirmation. “She can technically make her own decisions, so if she wants you to be there, I think you should be there for her.”

“Yeah, technically, but you don’t know our parents, Sugu,” Satoru says with a sigh. They both lie back down onto their backs and look up at the sky as they continue talking. “They’re stricter than strict. I haven’t talked to them in almost 12 years, but I can guarantee to you that they won’t be happy about her inviting us.”

Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru’s shoulders and pulls him back into his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. “You don’t even want to see them? What if they’ve changed?”

“They haven’t,” Satoru says bluntly. “If they had, I wouldn’t have to secretly talk to Sakura through email every other year.” He presses his cheek against the soft material of Suguru’s tshirt, secretly hoping that maybe he’s right; that maybe now that it’s been so long that they’ve actually changed and would treat him differently. 

“You don’t think we could go and also somehow avoid your parents? We’re pretty tall but I think we could sneak around decently,” Suguru suggests, trying to lighten the mood. 

“You’re right, I think we would be good at hiding, but I don’t know, Sugu…” Satoru is still obviously apprehensive about the entire situation, but can admit to himself that seeing his sister for her birthday sounds like an absolute dream.

“Can I also selfishly admit that I want to meet your sister to see how similar the two of you are?” Suguru says, the smile apparent in his voice as he talks against Satoru’s hair. 

Satoru lifts his head from where it rests against Suguru’s chest and looks at him with a smile. “I can tell you right now that I’m much more well behaved than her.”

“Oh really?” Suguru asks with a raised brow, obviously choosing not to believe his husband.

“Really!” Satoru responds enthusiastically and Suguru looks at him through narrowed eyes. “Okay, not really, but at least the last time I saw her she was just like me and was the craziest little kid, she could never sit still.”

“Baby, that just sounds like a normal child, you were 18 were you not?” 

Satoru shakes his head, knowing that Suguru sees right through him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just believe me, she’s definitely my sister.” 

“Well ultimately it’s your decision, but I think your sister would love to see you and I would love to meet her.” Suguru says, giving Satoru another squeeze into his chest. “Did she say anything else in her email?”

Satoru pulls his phone back out to see what else she had told him about. “Let’s see,” Satoru says as his eyes skim over the wall of text that was her email. “Apparently she has a boyfriend which feels crazy to me considering I haven’t seen her since she was six years old. She’s going to university next year, and she has her final piano recital in January.” 

“She plays piano too?” He imagines that he’s thinking too far ahead, but if everything goes well, maybe they could go watch her final performance together.

Satoru nods his head against Suguru’s chest before lifting it up and looking up at him with a smile now on his face. “She’s really good too. I’ll find one of her videos and show you later.”

“Better than you even?” Suguru asks playfully, pretty sure he knows how Satoru will react.

“Slow down there, Sugu. She might be good, but she’s not that good,” Satoru responds, sounding just as arrogant as ever. “I practically taught her everything she knows.”

There’s my Satoru, Suguru thinks to himself as he looks up at the sky with a smile on his face, happy that he seems to have calmed down a bit and returned back to his normal self. “I’m sure you did,” Suguru says, letting his hand rub up and down the skin of Satoru’s back underneath his tshirt.

“Stop saying that like you don’t believe me. It’s my musical genius that rubbed off on her.”

Suguru nods his head with a smile. “Do the two of you look alike?” He asks curiously and already imagining in his head what she might look like. It only takes a couple seconds for Satoru to pull up a picture of her. Suguru takes a hold of his phone to get a better look. “Aww, you guys have the same eyes,” he says with a smile, immediately noticing her piercing blue eyes. She has the same white hair, although it’s much longer - almost down to her waist. “I didn’t need convincing but this is definitely your sister,” Suguru says with a slight chuckle. They could probably pass as twins if they really wanted to.

“I told you that Roo,” Satoru says as Suguru hands his phone back to him. “She looks just like her big brother.” The two of them smile as he sets his phone back down to the side and turns to look up at Suguru once more. 

Suguru feels his eyes on him and looks down before craning his neck down to press their lips together for a moment, Satoru’s soft lips comforting against his own. He feels Satoru's lips from a smile before he pulls away. “What?” Suguru asks, not sure what he’s up to.

Satoru keeps a wide smile on his face as he looks back up at him. “Did you actually want me to explain the stars to you or were you just saying that?”

“Baby of course I want to listen to you explain the stars to me.”

“Good, because I can’t be out here on a night as clear as tonight and not tell you what we can see up there,” Satoru says as he rolls onto his back to lie next to Suguru, completely forgetting once again about what it was that had turned his night upside down in the first place. 

chapter 10

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🪡Chapter Twenty: Puzzle

You leaned against the balcony railing with Megumi next to you, both taking a breather after finally finishing the puzzle. Although it was small, it still offered a nice area for him to sit outside sometimes, and he was more than happy to share it with you.

“I feel so productive after that,” you looked at him as you spoke, waiting for a response, only to be met with silence as he seemed out of focus. “Megumi?” You tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Only then did he react looking towards you, yet his expression still made him seem as if he was contemplating something.

“What are you thinking about?”

He just continued looking at you, before looking away, covering the bottom half of his face with his hand. “Nothing just..” Megumi thought back to what Nobara had said, would you reject him if he asked? He wasn’t oblivious he knew you liked him back to some extent, but was it enough for you to want more than just flirting with him was what he needed to know.

“..would you, would you maybe want to start dating?”

“What?”

He phrased that awkwardly, he can do better than that. He wanted to get his point across, and now that he took the initiative he might as well just go for it. “Can I be your boyfriend Y/n? I’ve enjoyed myself these past few weeks, I know we’ve been going, or trying to go on dates, and I like you, a lot, so..” he trailed off, not knowing what else to add on as it felt like his breath was caught.

“Me too, i’ve enjoyed myself I mean,” you told him, eyes focused on eachother. He still waited for more of a response. “I’d be more than happy to have you as my boyfriend Megumi.”

You saw his face flush a bit, but the smiles appearing on both your faces was nothing you could fight back. Megumi leaned in giving a quick peck to your cheek before just wrapping himself around you in a hug.

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Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 5

pt 4 here

content: stalking (duhh) Choso goes home for Christmas, calls u nd texts u the whole time, brief mention of his brothers, mentions of readers lipstick n perfume, no use of y/n or pronouns, cursing (a.n) ahhhhh this one is one of my favorites. made me smile a lot. wrote this listening to 'Sextape- Deftones'

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Obsessive!Choso who actually enjoyed coming to class, now that you sit next to him. Enjoying it so much that he felt like his grades were somewhat getting better. Now that he actually had to show that he was writing down notes. Having to actually follow the presentations from the professor on his computer, knowing that you were sitting inches away from him. When you sat so far away- he didn't have to worry about taking notes, or even bother opening his computer- because you couldn't see him. ‘You are good for me. You make me want to better myself for you.’ he'd think, looking over at you writing on your computer. 

Obsessive!Choso who had anxiety that once this project was over- you'd run back to the same friends that will never make you smile the way he does. The people who peer pressured you into drinking and doing drugs- just because you wanted to fit in. ‘You'd never have to worry about that with me. I will never pressure you into doing something you don't want to do.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was scared that once the excuse of being partners for this class was no longer usable. You'd leave him, you'd find someone else to entertain your afternoons, someone who will replace him. So scared that he’d grovel to the professor, asking for an extension. Telling you, “Somethings missing- I'll let you know once I've finished my part.” when you'd ask him if he was finished with it yet. Knowing he did that summary days ago, only having it on another doc so you wouldn't see that he finished it.

Obsessive!Choso who spent the last few classes he had left with you on the verge of tears. His heart was heavy in his chest, pocketing all the notes you had exchanged with him. Running out of space to put them, finding an old converse box and placing them inside. Using so much tape too quickly, trying his best to preserve the pieces of paper. Nights where he'd re-read them, feeling guilt for leaving you. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his brain was going to explode, the anxiety of turning in the assignment was too much. Knowing he would have to turn it in before winter break- right before he left you. ‘I want to trust you,’ he thought, your name in his mind as though he was speaking to you. ‘I really do. But it's not that I don't fully trust you. I don't trust the people you’ll be left with. The people without families- like you. Who will prey on you. Who will make you think they're just like you. But they're not, they're just trying to manipulate you-’ You scanned his face, knowing he was thinking of something else while you were talking. “You okay?” You asked, seeing him shake his thoughts away before answering, “Just thinking.” he replied, a pained smile on his face. “About?” You asked, wondering what he could be thinking that was so serious that his face looked almost agonized, while you spoke.

Obsessive!Choso who contemplated lying, but the need to tell the truth was far greater. “I keep thinking about you all alone here. Alone during Christmas.” He confessed, seeing you sigh. “I like being alone. I'll be okay, don't worry.” You assured, almost reaching for his hand to comfort him- but you knew that was too far, and definitely too soon. You didn't want to invade his personal space. Seeing him only return a forced smile to you, knowing he wasn't fully convinced of the idea from his silence. Seeing an opportunity to lift up the mood, you let out a laugh. “I'll call you everyday- Send you pictures every 5 minutes.” You joked, earning a smile from him. “So many pictures that you'll feel like you're still here.” you smiled, seeing him nod his head while smiling. 

Obsessive!Choso who wished you knew how badly he wanted you to actually do those things. Liking the way you tried to ease his worries. Pushing away the anxiety so he could relish the last few times he'd be able to see you. 

Obsessive!Choso who's following habit became worse. Now standing outside your house for what felt like hours. Watching the four walls that kept you from him in the cold wind, standing still when it rained. Even when it started snowing for the first time that season. ‘We’re together for the first snowfall. You know what that means right? True love will blossom between us.’ Seeing you through the curtainless window, watching you close a thin curtain- as though you felt him watching you. Now only letting him see your shadow. Smile on his face when you'd call him- your tone made it clear that you were grinning ear to ear the whole time, oblivious to the fact that he was just a few yards away from you. Seeing you pace in front of the window as he spoke to you. ‘I know you want me to make a move. But I’ll wait. I will wait till the moment you feel the same way I do.’ He'd think, listening to you speak. 

Obsessive!Choso who thanked whatever celestial being that was out there, for making the lights on the sidewalk go out. Watching your house without fear of someone seeing him. ‘For now-I will love you from a distance,’ he professed, a grin on his face when he thought of your name. ‘I will wait for you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who turned in the assignment a day before he left. He was pushing it- but he did it for a reason. He did it for you, to make sure you wouldn't give up on him.

Obsessive!Choso who was about to leave- but he needed to see you, just one more time. Walking around campus trying to find you. Checking his phone seeing his plane was leaving in an hour and a half. Seeing you inside the campus cafe- book in your hand. Break had already started, the campus was almost empty, but seeing you doing what you told him you'd do. Catching up on the books you started, but never finished. ‘Even if you didn't know I was looking at you- you look effortless.’ he thought, walking towards the doors of the shop. 

Obsessive!Choso who opens the door and sees you look up at him. Smiling and mouthing a ‘hi’ at him. Walking to the small table you sat at. Not knowing what to say, shaking his head, seeing your face turn in confusion. He was just standing there- not pulling out the chair to sit. “I was- I was about to leave.” He smiled, pulling the chair across from you, rings clashing against the wooden back.

Obsessive!Choso who sat down and seemed fidgety, compared to the chivalric aura he usually kept. “And you decided you needed one last shitty coffee before leaving. Smart.” You smiled, joking in hopes he'd loosen up a little. “No-” he smiled, softening his expression. Seeing you place your book down, making sure to remember the title. He wanted to say a million things, tell you how he needed to see you. He needed to say goodbye. As though he was your friend of 10 years leaving to fight in a war, feeling like if he left you; he would never see you again. “I wanted-” He started, closing his eyes and fidgeting with his hands. “I wanted to say ‘goodbye’ to you, before I left.” Seeing you fight off a smile, your eyes blinking rapidly at his words. “That's sweet of you.” You smiled, tilting your head and seeing him look up. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt his cheeks warm at your words. “What time’s your flight?” You asked, picking up your coffee and taking a sip. “In an hour.” He exhaled, seeing you widen your eyes. “What are you still doing here? You're going to be late!” you exclaimed with a smile. ‘I know, I know. I still have to go get my bags, and call an uber to take me across town.’ He thought, hearing you say the same things he was thinking, calling your name in his mind, ‘But I don't care. I will buy another one, I will spend another fortune on a useless ticket home. I needed to see you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was practically pushed out the doors of the shop, standing in front of him with a look on your face as though you were waiting for something. “I'll call you.” You mumbled, looking into his eyes for the very first time. “I’ll answer.” He replied, hesitating to take a step back before walking away, looking back and seeing you wave goodbye at him through the windows. Closing his eyes, feeling his feet want to turn around, looking back once more. Already sitting back in the chair you were in when he first walked in. ‘Wait for me.’ he thought, speed walking back to his apartment.

Obsessive!Choso ran through the airport, being 15 minutes late- but he made it. Standing in the line to board the plane, looking over to a small gift shop. Seeing the cover of the book you were reading- running over and buying it as the line moved. Almost 30 dollars, but fuck. You were worth it.

Obsessive!Choso who got home to his brothers, he was happy to see them but something was missing. You were missing, spending the first night in his bed picturing you here with him. Being nice to his brothers, joking with them. Waiting for you to call him, or text him. But radio silence. Nothing. It made his head hurt, trying to fight off the thoughts of you being kidnapped. With his luck, the first night he was away from you, you probably would. Knowing how careless you were while walking home, how you didn't take any safety measures like carrying pepper spray or making sure to not take the same route home. ‘I will always make sure you're safe. Make sure you have black out curtains, make sure you don't have to walk home alone.’ Hands behind his head while looking up to the ceiling. ‘And as much as you'd fight me on this- make sure you won't walk around with your earphones in.’ The chances of someone coming up behind you and pressing a chloroform rag to your face were too great. Choso was sure that once he could, he would instill that fear into your head. The fear of someone hurting you, of how dangerous it was being so careless nowadays. The fear of someone taking you away from him.

Obsessive!Choso who opened instagram, clicking your account. His heart shattered. You had privated your account. Almost as though you heard his thoughts of how reckless you were about your privacy. Holding his phone in his hands, staring down at the screen with a mournful look plastered to it. Seeing a notification pop up at the top of his screen, from you. ‘You know me. You know me so well- you know exactly when I need you.’

Obsessive!Choso who screenshotted the notification, opening it and seeing you sent him a photo. Of you with a plate of food in your hand, furrowing your eyebrows playfully. ‘u home yet ?’ he read, closing his eyes and almost reciting a prayer in thanks. Seeing you in a black tank top with his favorite band printed onto it. The first photo you had ever sent him- a photo that only he had. That you took specifically for him. ‘You'd never send this to one of your friends. You showing me your shirt proves it.’ Saving the photo and typing, ‘since like 9pm’ quickly going to his settings and changing his wallpaper to the photo you just sent him. ‘why didnt u tell meeee’ you replied. You didn't give him a whole lot of time to reply before you called him, scolding him playfully. “You didn't want me to call you did you?” you asked, sarcasm making Choso smile. “I know it's late over there- I thought you were asleep.” He replied, doing the same thing he's done every time he's been on the phone with you. Picturing you standing in the same place you were when you took the photo. 

Obsessive!Choso who asked you what you were eating, “Leftover mac n cheese my roommate left.” you replied, almost disappointed with your own answer. ‘Cruel. How cruel of them to leave you with their leftovers. I will always make sure you eat a decent meal- that's right,’ he thought, saying your name. ‘I cook too. Just for you.’ He thought, hearing you let out a laugh when he asked, “Really?” in disappointment. “It was that or frozen pizza that's been there since I moved in.” You smiled. Your cheeks feeling fuzzy at his concern, “How's the reading going?” he asked, trying to ignore the sound of a glass breaking coming from the kitchen. “Meh, boring- the main character in this one I'm reading is annoying.” You shrugged, “As a matter of fact lemme read you one of the stupidest things he's said-” You smiled, opening the book and flipping the pages. “So, anyway, there I go again. Straying away from the point. Where was I?- like who published this? Makes me upset just thinking about how this guy is real.” you spoke, tossing it onto the counter and sighing. “The whole book is like that- it’s all just a mans troubles with women and enjoying hurting them- s’fucking stupid.” You heard him let out a stifled laugh, “It's not funny-” You smiled, hearing him keep laughing, “First book I want to finish and it's bullshit.” you exclaimed, hearing him settle down. “What book is it?” He asked, trying to stop his laugh. ‘I know what book it is. It's the same one you were reading in the cafe. The same one I started reading on the flight.’

Obsessive!Choso who smiled when you said the title. Closing his eyes in triumph. “Why did you get so far reading it?” he asked, knowing that the first page was shocking enough. “I thought- it was a book of someone who gets their karma back- becomes a better person- blah blah blah. But nope, apparently there's 2 more books. Of the same man, with the same troubles.” You replied, taking a bite from your plate and leaning against the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows when you fully processed his question. “How'd you know I was so far into reading it?” you asked, your tone indicated it wasn't a serious question. But it made Choso’s heart drop. “I saw how little pages you had left at the cafe.” He lied. Knowing he had read that page in the book earlier. Not fully read- more skimmed the pages.

Obsessive!Choso who felt relief when he heard you inhale. “I didn't know you noticed such small details like that.” You commented, holding the phone with your shoulder as you took another bite. Choso hummed at your response, “Anyway- don't talk to me about that book.” You grinned, hearing Choso exhale with a smile. You were about to ask him how his brothers were, starting the sentence but hearing a door slam open. “Choso- Yuuji broke moms vase!” You heard a teasing tone through the phone, “I did not!” you heard bickering, Choso mumbled a quick, “I gotta go-” placing his phone on his desk, not hanging up. Hearing Choso scold his younger brother before ending the call. Smiling at how much his tone changed when speaking to his brothers- more authoritative and demanding.

Obsessive!Choso who felt horrible for hanging up the way he did, thinking of how disrespectful it was. The argument that sparked between his brothers ran long, all of them blaming each other for breaking this vase. Which, according to Choso, was priceless. Texting you a quick, ‘sorry i didnt call u back, they just settled down.’ Seeing the message go from delivered to seen. ‘You were waiting for me?’

Obsessive!Choso whose heart felt tight when he read your reply. ‘was just abt to go to bed’ his fingers typing quickly, ‘im sorry, i'll text you in the morning?’ seeing the typing bubble pop up the minute he pressed send. ‘kk talk to u tmmrw. goodnightttt :)’ he smiled at your reply, ‘goodnight :]’ he replied, wanting to send you a <3 heart but he restrained himself.

Obsessive!Choso who texted you every morning, making you smile at his sweet ‘good morning’ texts. Knowing he'd be busy with his brothers so you didn't call him, but your phone was stuck onto your hand, replying to his texts at lightning speed. ‘call me when ur not busy okay?’ you'd ask, making Choso giggle like those words were some kind of great attempt at flirting. And he would- he'd try to. Somehow always being interrupted by his brothers- remembering why he chose a college so far away. But the 2 am calls when he'd hear your voice, quiet and sleepy. They were worth it. Knowing you'd keep yourself awake just to talk to him. The constant pinging from his phone and Choso leaving the room to call you made his brothers suspicious. Even more so when one of them caught a glimpse at his wallpaper, seeing a photo of you- taking his phone and passing it around. Teasing him and asking if he finally found a partner. 

Obsessive!Choso who died of embarrassment when he was talking to you on the phone, one of his brothers knocked loudly at his door. Jumping when he heard the youngest pound at the locked door. “Choso! Open up-” he shouted, twisting the doorknob as he heard you laugh. “Are you talking to your lover?!” he teased through the door, only earning you to laugh louder. Saying ‘Hold on’ Before muting the call, standing up and opening the door to see them huddled to hear what he was saying. A dark aura around him when he saw them, “What is wrong with you.” He stated, rather than asked, seeing them look up at him. “I needed 20 bucks…?” the youngest asked, Choso reaching into his pocket and tossing the money at him. Closing the door and locking it again. Coming back to the phone and pressing the unmute button. 

Obsessive!Choso mumbled, “Sorry.” hoping you didn't hear what just happened. Closing his eyes as you let out a small laugh, “Am i crazy or did your brother just call me your ‘lover’?” you asked, a smile evident in your tone. “You heard that?” he grimaced, hearing you laugh. “Yes. Yes, I did.” You answered, “What are you telling your brothers that they think I'm your ‘lover’, Choso?” You teased, hearing him exhale with a smile. ‘You're teasing me? Bad. This is bad.’ he thought, making his heart beat quickly in a good way, and in a bad way. Knowing that he would have to fight off your attempts at flirting with a stick. ‘So very tempting. Too tempting. But it's too soon. I want us to be good friends before I call you mine. But I am already yours. You don't have to worry about that.’

Obsessive!Choso who shut his eyes tightly, instantly regretting the words that came out of his mouth. “I haven't said a thing, but they noticed the texting. And the secret phone calls.” The silence showed him the disappointment you felt. Knowing you wanted to hear how he told them all about you. “Oh! Well I mean anyone would be suspicious of that!” you exclaimed, it got awkward. You felt embarrassed. Thinking that the attempt to make a move flew over his head, or he didn't feel the same. But all the signs? All the longing looks, all the subtle comments he’d say that made you realize he paid more attention to your words than you thought. To your actions, his eyes scan your face when you’d change the color of your lipstick, or when you'd wear a different perfume. Face full of confusion till he noticed what was different- you thought he was into you. ‘Maybe he is- and he just sucks at seeing when someone is flirting with him.’ You'd assure yourself.

Obsessive!Choso who kept saving the pictures you sent him. Of your coffee, of your poetry, of your outfits for the day, sending him a photo of the snow. Pictures of anything you could find, Choso would always smile at them. The ability of scrolling through your instagram wasn't sorely missed. Now being able to see photos of you that you took just for him. And saving every single one. Smile on your lips whenever you'd see he ‘loved an image’ before replying to your messages. 

Obsessive!Choso who was on his phone, refreshing your instagram page over and over again. Switching to his personal account, an account he made in highschool. Not even posted anything, less than 100 followers. Seeing a small red circle at the top right corner. Someone requested to follow him. Opening the notification and seeing you. Slack jawed when he saw the sight. Screenshotting quickly and accepting it. Requesting you back, seeing an incoming call flash onto the screen. “Hey.” he smiled at your words, gulping his excitement. “I was hoping you'd answer.” You continued, ‘God, you are everything to me.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like you were finally letting him in. “I know I told you I didn't really like social media.” You started, ‘Yes. Tell me the truth.’ he thought, picturing you in your bedroom, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “I lied a little- I just post a lot of bullshit, nd i was embarrassed you'd see that and think ‘Jesus this person is so annoyinnggg’ that's why!” You laughed, making Choso smile. “Well let me see-” he said, putting the phone on speaker and scrolling through your account, like he craved doing for the past few days. Making approving sounds as you told him to look away. 

Obsessive!Choso who called your name, grinning ear to ear, “Yes Choso?” You replied, mimicking the serious tone he called your name in. He felt it again, he felt his mouth speak before his brain could catch up. “Don’t ever worry about me finding you annoying, ever. Okay?” opening his eyes in shock at his own words. Only making you mute yourself to let out an over excited laugh, cheeks in pain from how hard you were smiling. Unmuting yourself and having the courage to say something. “Promise?” You let out, fiddling with the drawstring of your hoodie. “I promise.” He replied, making you exhale harshly. “I want to punch you in the face.” You laughed, making him laugh through his nose. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, knowing the answer. “No. You didn't, and that's why!” You exclaimed. Rolling to lay on your stomach, shoving your face into your pillows. 

Obsessive!Choso knew that his attempts at brushing off your flirting weren't doing anything. He knew that the harder he'd try, the harder it would be to not flirt back. 

Obsessive!Choso who answered your request for a facetime, doing his hair in the bathroom. Seeing you pop up on his phone. “Heyyy” You started, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw him getting ready, “Woahhh, you got a date?” You smiled, seeing him look at you with a grimace. ‘Jealousy. Don't be possessive, I would never commit adultery. I only have eyes for you.’ he thought, scrambling with his hands before answering, “I have family photos with my brothers today. Thus-” He looked at the camera, his hands pointing to the ugly christmas sweater he was wearing. “This monstrosity.” He finished, making you laugh. Taking 3 pictures of him to tease him, but it didn't work. ‘You want pictures of me? Do you use them as your wallpaper too?’ He only smiled at the sudden flashes of white from his phone. “Send me pictures of the photos. I need to see the Kamo family in matching sweaters.” You smiled, picturing them all in the awkward style that was used in the 90’s. He squinted his eyes, already picturing your reaction when you'd see the photos. “I’ll think about it.” sarcasm filled his tone as he fought off a smile. 

Obsessive!Choso who put on his jewelry, all while you were propped up and watching him. “When do you get back again?” You asked, seeing him look at you whilst fixing his rings. “I was planning on getting back on the 6th of January. But I was thinking-” He smiled, “Of coming back on the 29th.” Picking up his phone and seeing you smile. “Good idea. Its been fucking boring out here. I forgot how many unstimulating people there were at this school.” You exhaled. ‘Say you miss me. Say it.’  

Obsessive!Choso who saw you post a photo of a book earlier. “And the reading?” he asked, putting his shoes on. “It's a little better- I picked up Gone Girl.” you exhaled, “Good choice.” He grinned, seeing you exasperate. “Controversial- I know, but I kinda see myself in the main character?” You confessed, making a chill run down his spine. “Not the whole- murdering and framing someone for crimes-” you laughed, hearing his silence. “I mean in the way she thinks, the way she connects things. It's intriguing.” You clarified. Making him smile, “It was a very good book. The movie too.” He smiled, picturing you being as insane as the main character, “God I loved the movie.” You trailed off. ‘This was fate. Are you telling me you feel the same way I do? In your own way- but still.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who saw you started posting two plates on a table in a restaurant. Wondering who you could be with. ‘All your friends are out of town, roommates too. Who are you with?’ wanting to ask you, but that wasn't his place. Not just yet. But that didn't stop him from scouring your following list, going through your tags. Trying to find who this person you were with was. But not even a hint was dropped.

Obsessive!Choso who sent you the photos of his family, as awkward as you pictured them. Noticing there weren't any parents, just him and his younger brothers. Calling him immediately and laughing, “Choso- you all look adorable.” You laughed, making him blush. “This is my new laptop wallpaper, I love these pictures.” You smiled, “Nope, that's not necessary.” Choso smiled, his tone full of embarrassment., But also feeling his chest warm. ‘Making me your screensaver, and telling me you love the pictures I'm in? Can we get married already?’

Obsessive!Choso who received a picture of your laptop, you acted on your words. The photo was your screensaver, not just on your computer- but on your phone as well. Your attempts to tease him only made him think that you love him as much as he did. And that's all you did, feed into his delusions and only fuel the fire that was burning inside of him since the first day he saw you. You felt like this break with him being gone was necessary. Necessary to step back and see how you really feel for him. Remembering you've only been friends with him for- if you were being generous, was a month and a half. True, you found him intriguing before you became friends. But you didn't want to risk it. Ruin a friendship with someone like him. Slowly reeling in the line you had thrown at him, becoming open to the idea of him being just a friend. 

Obsessive!Choso was on the flight home, a week earlier than he had planned- but Christmas was over. And he didn't want to be away from you any longer. Leaving his bags at his apartment before walking onto campus, small piles of snow around the doors of the coffee shop. realizing how much it really snowed. Reaching his hand for the door knob but pulling away when he hears his name being called. Turning around to see you, speed walking to him. The big coat you wore made you look like a walking marshmallow. Smiling when he saw your face, thinking of how much he longed to see you. The pixelated facetimes and photos you sent him not coming close to showing how beautiful you looked face to face. 

Obsessive!Choso who blinked and somehow opened his eyes to see the top of your head, your cheek pressed to his chest. Your arms around him, hands hesitating to hug you back at the shock. Feeling his hands rest on your puffy jacket, almost nervous to touch you. Nestling your face to his chest and murmuring “Missed you.” Pulling away and looking up at him with a smile, cold weather making his nose pinkish. “I missed you too.” He smiled, almost gulping for breath. Seeing you take a step back, smile on your face. Opening your mouth to say something, “There you are, I was wondering where you ran off to.” you were interrupted. A man coming up behind you, hand on your waist- almost pulling you away from Choso. Watching you lean into his touch- 'Um?' calling your name in his head, almost in anger. ‘Who the fuck is this?’ Seeing you smile while looking over at him. 

Obsessive!Choso who hid his irritation well, jaw clenched and eyebrows threatening to furrow. Seeing you scramble for words, “How rude of me- This is my good friend Choso I was telling you about.” You smiled, looking at the man who looked Choso up and down. Just with that, Choso knew this guy was using you. Just by looking at him. ‘I didn't know you were into pretty boys, older too.’ he thought, watching your eyes sparkle when you looked over at him. “And this- This is my… friend, Theo.” You beamed. ‘You didn't wait for me. But you also didn't give up on me completely. The hesitation at calling him your 'friend' tells me that.’ silence filling the air as you smiled, waiting for them to greet each other. “We were about to go to dinner, do you want to join us, Choso?” You asked. Seeing your 'friend' look over to you with a certain look on his face you only see in men who were expecting something more from a person. Sickeningly sweet smile on Choso's face when he heard 'Theo' speak, “He just got off a flight babe-” He started. ‘Babe. Babe? What an uncreative and unimaginative thing to call you, no wonder you invited me. He must not make you laugh, but that's what I'm here for. I'm here to make you see that this 'Theo' is nothing but a place holder. A place holder for me.'

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pt 6 here

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IM SORRY I ADDED ANOTHER MAN BUT PLS BE PATIENT I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS.......I wrote this today and was blushing and kicking my feet the whole time. Started at 12 pm, and finished at 3 am. I love doing this. alr writing the next part hehe

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Shattered Ice

Chapter Two- Regrets

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: fluff, college AU, hockey AU, friendships, hangovers and mentions of drinking, embarrassment, mentions of cheating

The walk to your dorm felt exhausting. It’s only three flights to your level but each step was excruciating. Hand clutching the railing as you climb, clinging to it in case your clumsy feet missed. If someone were to pass by at this exact moment, they would think you had just climbed a mountain with how winded you are. To make things worse, those pain relievers Choso gave you have done nothing to ease the pain in your head. The violent pounding worsened with each subtle movement. But the end is in sight, at the top of these stairs is your door, where you can finally lay down and rest. 

Leaning your shoulder against the wooden door, you rummage through your purse. Eyes closed as you feel around the mess inside, items jumbled around carelessly without any organization. Your fingertips graze against the metal teeth of your house key, pinching it between your thumb and index finger to pull it out. Inserting the key into the door until it clicks and creaking the door wide open.

Walking in, you nearly trip over one of Shoko’s heels lying carelessly in the entrance. Likely kicked off in a hurry the second their uber dropped them off last night. You quickly slip your own shoes off and look around the dorm. It’s eerily quiet. Shoko and Utahime are probably peacefully sleeping off their hangovers. Walking over to the kitchen, you pull out a nice and cold bottle of water from the fridge. The icy droplets give your dry throat the relief it craved. 

Plastic water bottle pressed to your forehead to soothe the ache as you shuffle your way to your room. Before reaching the end of the hall, you pass by the open door that leads to Shoko’s room. She is laying on her stomach, face pressed into the white pillow case while Utahime lays on her back. Both girls fast asleep and completely oblivious that youre approaching them with a menacing grin.

For a moment, you completely forget about the pain and nausea from your hangover. The only thing on your mind now, payback.

You jump up and crash onto the bed, landing on top of your two friends with a thud. Shoko groans but doesn't move from her spot. Utahime on the other hand, did not take the rude awakening so well.

“What the hell!” she shouts, sitting up looking alarmed. Her black bangs slick to her forehead with sweat as she stares at you, bewildered. Once she recognizes your giggling face, the adrenaline wears off. She sighs your name and lightly punches your arm. “I was having the best dream, ya know...Satoru dropped out and I didn’t have to worry about him being my class partner anymore. Why did you have to wake me?” She lets out another dramatic sigh before laying back on the mattress. 

“You guys!” You groan dramatically, forcing your body between them. Shoko’s elbow digging into your stomach. “You abandoned me!!” 

“I didn’t want to!” Utahime objects. “Trust me, the last thing I wanted to do was leave you alone in some frat house with a bunch of drunk men.”

“But you still did,” you point out with a pout.

“It's not her fault” Shoko grumbles into the pillow, her words coming out muffled. Up until now, you weren't even sure if she was awake or listening. “If anyone blame Satoru, he didn’t want you to puke in the uber’s car and have to pay for it”

“Like that rich fuck can't afford the cleaning fee” Utahime rolls her eyes and sighs. You know she’s right, your best friend comes from a rich family and could easily afford to pay the fine if you happened to spew all over the car. It likely wouldn’t even make a dent in his pocket. “Seriously though, how are you doing?” Utahimie’s gaze softens as she looks over you, trying to access your physical and mental state.  

“I feel like someone is drilling inside my brain, and my stomach is a bit uneasy. But other than that, I'm fine.” 

“Did he do anything to you?” Utahime narrows her eyes, scanning over your body still covered in his borrowed clothing, the comforting scent of his clove cologne still clinging to it.

“No!” You quickly shake your head “Choso is very nice. He took care of me the whole night after you left.” 

“Oh? So you do remember his name. Pay up Utahime.” Shoko mumbles into the pillow, Utahime clicks her tongue in response. You watch, stunned, as Utahime digs out a wad of cash from her wallet on the nightstand, throwing it at the other’s head. 

“You guys placed bets on if I would remember his name?” you gasp, watching as Utahime nods sheepishly. 

“We weren’t sure if you would remember anything after that last shot with Sukuna” Shoko says, still face down into her pillow. 

“No thanks to you two!” you huff. “But for your information, no, I did not remember his name. Or anything from the party when I woke up. Had to ask him everything when I woke up. It was so embarrassing, never let me get that drunk again.”

“Yeah…you were a mess last night” Shoko laughs as she finally turns her head to face you. Her once pristine, white pillow case stained black. A combination of eyeliner and sharpie. Her face still sporting the smeared drawings. Your eyes are drawn right to the thick black line running across the bridge of her nose, the one Choso drew.

“I don’t think I can ever face him again” you blurt out, heat pricking your cheeks. You would rather crawl off the face of the earth than have to speak to the hockey player again, than risk the chance of him bringing up one of your drunken moments he had to witness. 

“Tough luck, he’s going to be at every game until you graduate. And I know there is no way you're skipping on those.” Shoko says flatly. You bite your tongue, she's right. But there is nothing saying you have to interact with him at the games. Maybe you can spend the remainder of your time at Kaisen University by completely avoiding him. There is no reason you have to speak to him again. Right? 

Just go to the games, stick with your friends and never, ever step foot into Sukuna’s ‘domain’ ever again. Easy. 

Your friends continue to fill you in on your drunken activities throughout last night. Like how you and Satoru decided to sing ‘Die with a Smile’ at the top of your lungs, in an attempt to serenade Suguru together but instead made everyone’s ears bleed. Or how you raided the pantry when you got snackish, eating the last pack of Sukuna’s secret stash of fruit snacks.

At some point, the three of you drifted back to sleep in Shoko’s bed. Napping the remainder of the day away. By the time you woke again, the bed was cold on either side and the sun was starting to set. Thankfully, the much needed rest was enough to chase the raging migraine away. Sitting up, you notice Utahime was kind enough to plug your dead phone into the charger on the nightstand. Pulling it off and make your way out of Shoko’s room, walking toward the living area. Holding down the power button to revive the phone, hoping you didn't miss any important messages. 

Shoko sits in the living room, a still warm pizza box sitting on the coffee table in front of her. 

“Want some?” she asks, waving toward the half full box of pizza. Her skin now clean and clear of any markings, hair still slightly damp. You nod and walk forward, grabbing a slice from the box and plopping next to her on the couch. The two of you eat in silence for a moment. Your phone vibrates twice from where it sits on the arm of the couch. Glancing at the name, you instantly scowl.

ASSHOLE (dni): Baby

ASSHOLE (dni): Please let me explain

You let out a frustrated sign and swipe the notification away, not even bothering to open it. 

“Toji?” Shoko asks after studying your expression, already knowing your answer.

“Yup. He sends me a message like once a day.”

“Why?” she snorts.

“Maybe because he realized what he’s missing now that I’m gone.” 

“Does he think you’ll take him back or something? You should block him.” She takes another bite of her pizza, chewing thoughtfully. “Why haven't you blocked him?” A question you have been asking yourself recently too.

“I just…can’t.” Speaking slowly, forcing the words out. “He was such a big part of my life, that it hurts even thinking of erasing the memories I made with him. It’s all just so fresh still.” You may be past the initial grieving of your broken relationship, but it still hurts just the same. How can you just forget the past and move on? You wanted a future with that man, convinced yourself he was your future. 

“Would you get back with him?” Shoko asks, though her voice is soft her expression is serious. The question catches you off guard. It isn't something you had put much thought into. How could you ever trust him again after what he did? Constantly worrying about if he was sneaking off with a side piece. And what if he cheated a second time? How would you respond then? Thinking about it just puts you in a rage again.

“No”

“Good. You're better than him.” Shoko pats your shoulder before standing up, closing the pizza box and walking it to the kitchen to refrigerate the leftovers. On the way back to the bedroom, she pauses and looks at you. Determination in her glare. “Block. His. Number.” Each syllable spoken so sharply it could cut you. 

“I will” you promise before she walks down the hall to her bedroom. Pulling your phone back out, you look at the contact. His picture is one you took of him, your favorite picture. Your thumb caressing his chin, tilting him to look up at the camera in your other hand as you snapped this memory. His lips pulled in a tight line that highlighted the scar on the corner of the right side, but his eyes showed nothing but happiness. He would never admit it, but he loved the way you would obsess over him. Constantly taking pictures and posting him for the world to see. For everyone to know you were his. Pictures that no longer exist, pulled from your socials the instant you got home the night of the break up. You regret deleting them, like burning a piece of history. 

Which is why blocking him is so hard for you now. Just another broken piece you refuse to let go. Your thumb hoovers over the block button, frozen in place as you wait for your brain to give the order. To follow through and cut contact with him once and for all. You can’t. Not yet at least. Locking your phone, you head to bed. Hoping to get a good night's rest and not be haunted by memories of all the good times with Toji. 

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You did not get a good night’s rest. It didn’t help you slept during the day yesterday, so by the time the sun set your body refused to sleep. To make matters worse, your overactive thoughts wouldn't shut off. Thinking about everything you missed about Toji. The way he laughed at your stupid jokes. How he used to pick you fresh wild flowers because he didn't ‘believe’ in purchasing a bouquet from the store. And especially the way his muscled arms would wrap around you as he held you tight the entire night. 

You hate to admit it, but you miss him.

The first thing you saw this morning was another text from him. The messages staring back at you, baiting you, waiting for you to strike.

ASSHOLE (dni): can we talk about this? 

ASSHOLE (dni): I can't lose you.

You: Maybe you should have thought about that before

You: I don't want to talk about us

You: you can’t fix this

You set your phone down and walk away to get ready for class. Mondays you only have one class, a lab on small animal nursing. This lab only meets once a week, so it's a bit longer than your typical class. After showering, you slip on a matching set of black scrubs, shove your stethoscope in your bag and pick your phone back up from the nightstand. Another notification lights up on the screen, this time not from your ex. An email from your school counselor, asking you to meet with them immediately after your class today. 

It’s noon by the time your lab class ends. Rushing from the science building to the main building in the center of campus. Your appointment with the school counselor was set to start in ten minutes. You still have no clue what he wanted to meet with you on, there were no hints in the email. You do great in all your classes, always achieving the highest marks. A model student. You can't imagine anything you have done to put you in trouble. 

Unless?

Unless somehow, your drunken shenanigans made their way to the school staff. Sure, nothing you did was illegal, but it was a bad look. The star veterinary pupil getting absolutely shit-faced. This could really ruin your reputation. Would it be enough to take your scholarship away too? 

As you take a seat in the waiting area, your thoughts are plagued with anxieties. Of what your life would be like if your fears come true. The scholarship wasn’t the issue, if you lost that your dad could easily pay the tuition fee. Explaining how you lost it to him would be the harder part. Living with the shame would be even more difficult. 

Loud clomping of heavy shoes pull you from your thoughts, causing you to look at the source of the noise. Choso exits from the counselor’s office. He's dressed casually, a gray pullover paired with loose jeans and black laced up boots. His pigtails bob as he walks toward the exit, like he's on a mission. His thick brows pulled tight, slight scowl on his face. You want to duck and hide out of view but thankfully he doesn’t look your way. Probably doesn't even know anyone else is even in the waiting area the way his gaze doesn't lift from the paper he's clutching. Eyes scanning the words printed on it, over and over. Looking upset by whatever it says. 

A male voice calls your name from inside the office. You stand and enter, taking a seat in front of the elderly man seated behind the desk. He is hunched over, staring at a computer screen, not acknowledging your presence yet. One of his hands stroked the length of his overgrown beard. This man has been your counselor all throughout your college career. Each time you see him, you notice more wrinkles, causing you to wonder if he will ever retire. 

“Mr. Gakuganji. You wanted to see me?” You straighten up in your seat as he turns to look at you. 

“Do you have a job?” he asks. His sudden question stuns and confuses you for a moment.

“No” you say quietly, not sure what it matters. You were fortunate enough to not only have your tuition paid for, but to have parents with money. Not in the same way Satoru’s parents are, but enough to get by more than comfortably. Your dad sends you a generous allowance each month, which you blow on food and drinks out with friends. If you ever ran out, he wouldn’t hesitate to send you more. Even when he knew you just wanted to buy a new purse or an overpriced lipstick, he would send it. Your dad loves to spoil you and your siblings. 

“Good, that makes things easier.” Your counselor sighs, raising a frail hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you know why I’m meeting with you today?” he asks, sounding exhausting. 

“No sir.”

“There have been some changes made to the biology department, dealing with the curriculum.” He sets his hand back down and looks you in the eye.

“Oh” is all you can manage to say. This was not at all what you were expecting at all.

“It’s a real pain on my part. Having to meet with all of you who fall under the biology major umbrella and tweak your schedules so you can graduate on time.” He looks over at the computer screen again, scanning your profile. “Lucky for you it shouldn’t be too big of a change. We just need to add one class this semester and you'll be fine.” You suddenly feel very thankful you only had three classes you signed up for this semester. His fingers click a button on his keyboard and the printer begins to spit out a paper. 

“What class?” You ask, hoping maybe they decided to add something new and exciting. Maybe the school was granted new technology for clinical simulations or new equipment to test out. This could be a welcomed change. 

“Public speaking” he answers, ripping the paper free from the printer before sliding it across the desk to you. A general education class. You took all of those the first year here, wanting to get them out of the way and start the classes that really mattered. Public speaking was never required for you. So why must you take it now? He notices the puzzled look on your face. “Someone decided our science majors were not great speakers at the last conference. Three of our students froze up during their presentations last month, so this is an attempt to fix that. We can’t have the graduates of Kaisen University representing us like that” 

“Oh, Ok. I understand.” Public speaking has never been an issue for you, hopefully this class goes by easily.

“I know this is unexpected and we are already a few weeks into this semester. You’ll be entering this class with a disadvantage, but I have no worries. You're a smart student, you'll catch on fast. Mondays at 1pm, starting today. Now hurry along.” He tells you sternly, waving you along so he can call in the next student. The man is likely stressed with making all these last minute changes. 

“Thank you Mr.Gakuganji.” You stand from the chair and walk out, paper in hand with the class information. You have 20 minutes to kill before it’s time to start this new class. You decide to stop by the cafeteria and grab a quick lunch. Shoveling some mediocre sesame chicken into your mouth and looking over the class information. No text books were needed thankfully, but the professor is notorious for being boring. Satoru complained about his monotone voice enough times for you to recognize the name. A boring class for a boring professor, how lucky. 

After lunch, you enter the building where your class is located. Scanning the numbers next to each door looking for room 141a. You find the doors and push it open confidently. A large classroom with rows upon rows of raised seats facing the front. Everyone seated and now turning to face you. The professor, who was in the middle of speaking, abruptly stops as you enter. You start to panic, was this the wrong time. Your skin begins to heat up as you stand frozen at the door. You recognize Suguru sitting in the front row, eyes wide at your sudden appearance as he mouths ‘what are you doing?’ at you. 

“Can I help you?” the professor asks, annoyance in his tone. 

“Um…is this the public speaking class?” you squeak out, feeling the pressure of the classes glare.

“No. This is social theory, room 141b. You want the class next door.” He responds sharply then turns back to continue the lecture. 

“Sorry” you murmur and quickly exit. “Can't believe I walked in the wrong room.” The room next to this one had the doors open, the professor not yet at the podium. The set-up of the room was almost identical to the one next door. PUBLIC SPEAKING written on the board for everyone to see. You wonder if any of your other animal science classmates were also switched into this class or if they were attending it on a different day of the week. Scanning the crowd, you don’t recognize any familiar faces. All but one. 

Third row up, sat directly in the middle, sits Choso. His pigtails look a little messy, frown plastered to his face as he fidgets with his fingers under the desk. Eyes staring straight ahead at the blank screen as he waits for class to start. Of course he would be here too. Maybe if you find your seat quickly he won't notice.

Thanks to your mistake next door, you arrived a minute after the start time of class. Only one minute, but every seat in the class was filled, except for two. The one next to Choso or one a few more rows up. The choice is easy, with your decision to avoid any more awkward encounters you climb the steps with the seat away from him in mind. He snapped out of his trance as you moved past him, and from the corner of your eye you watched his expression change. Just for a second. For just a small moment you catch a look on his face, soft and content. Relieved even. Like maybe he was hoping you were coming to sit next to him. Instead, you look away and climb up a few more rows. 

The second you settle into your seat, the professor begins the lecture. Satoru wasn’t lying about this guy's voice. Droning on and on about the essentials of public speaking, how to keep your audience captivated. Maybe he needs to practice what he preaches. As the class stretches on, you feel the sleeplessness catching up to you. Heavy eyelids flutter as you fight to stay awake. Just as you almost give up the fight, a loud thump jolts you awake. 

A few rows down from you, you see Choso’s head face down on the desk. Out cold. He hit the desk hard by the sound of it, you know that hurt. A few of the students laugh as Choso lifts his head. No doubt the impact to the hard wood shocked him awake. 

“Mr. Kamo. In the future I challenge you to at least attempt to get a good night’s rest before my class.” The professor says in a condescending tone. You don’t hear his response to him, but notice his pigtails shake as he nods sheepishly.

At the end of class, the professor begins explaining the final project. He’s assigning it now to give everyone enough time to prepare and hopefully not procrastinate. Students are required to prepare a lengthy speech on a topic they are passionate about and present to the class. With a partner. 

The class erupts in chatter. Students turning to their neighbor and asking who wants to partner with who or what topic to present. The professor raises his hand to silence everyone.

“I’m sorry, but I will be assigning the partners. You'll receive an email from me later tonight. Class dismissed.” You hurry and grab your things, already wondering who will be assigned your partner. You pass by Choso in a hurry, noticing the big red mark he continues to rub on his forehead. Anyone but him please.

That night, you wait around anxiously as you wonder who the professor could possibly assign to you. The email finally comes, unlocking the screen with shaky fingers and clicking on the notification. Eyes skimming the text explaining the assignment again, nagging the importance of this presentation, urging you to start immediately.  Finally, at the end, the name unveiling your partner, and their contact information.

Nine little letters stare back at you, making your heart drop to your stomach.

Choso Kamo.

A/N: Thanks for reading!! As always, thanks for all the engagement, it really helps to motivate me :) I'm working on the next chapter but it likely won't be out until later next week or after the New Year due to the busy holidays. Hope everyone has a good holiday!

Dividers/Graphics by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[herofics]

Stressing about uni, feat Geto

A/N: I’m having a bit of a hard time with basically everything. I’m so fucking stressed, and overwhelmed by all the things I’m supposed to do. There’s so much crap going on and I just needed to write some comfort stuff for myself. Non curse AU, reader is a uni student in their early twenties (at least) and Geto has already graduated, they’re not living together

“Can’t I just try to drink myself into a coma? I could really use the rest” you asked half-jokingly, as you looked down at your glass.

“No, I don’t think that’s an option, not a good one anyway” Geto said, taking the glass from you and downing the last bit of bourbon that was left in the glass. “That’s enough of that for today”

He set both your glasses down in the sink and returned to sit on the opposite side of the table from you. You hadn’t seen each other for over a week and Geto had undeniably missed you, but he could see you weren’t doing too well. He had been busy at work, but it felt like you had also been avoiding him a bit. Now that he’d finally been able to come to see you, he’d found you with a glass of liquor in your hand. Luckily, it was just your first drink, so he decided to join you. Just for one drink.

“I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to handle all this stress and shit. It’s all crap and I’m so tired” you groaned, slowly banging your head on the table.

“Have you noticed you curse a lot more when you’re stressed?” Geto asked, trying to lighten the mood.

You glared at him for a moment, before continuing to slightly smack your forehead on the table.

“Hey, stop that” Geto said, sliding his hand between your head and the table, which made you just rest your head on top of his hand. “Talk to me”

“I’m just drowning in all these damn assignments and upcoming exams. Also one of the group assignments I’m a part of has a deadline in a few days and the others in my group haven’t done shit. It’s basically just been me doing things and the stuff they have written has just been straight up fucking wrong and I’ve had to correct basically all of it” you grumbled.

“Well they sound useless” Geto affirmed. “Just make sure you don’t do their part too, it’s not your job”

“Yeah I know, but I also need to pass this course so I’m probably going to have to help them at least…” you sighed, raising your head. “I just have to start doing the other assignments too, but I can’t make myself do it. It’s so fucking annoying”

“I could just keep you company while you work on your assignments, if that helps?” Geto asked, pulling his hand back since you weren’t resting your head on it anymore.

“It probably would, to be honest” you said. “But not tonight, I think I need to go to sleep, I’m exhausted. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Sure, I have a day off tomorrow anyway so we can sleep in if you don’t have any early lectures” Geto smiled gently.

“I don’t have any classes at all tomorrow actually, so I can try to work on the assignments that have the deadlines soon”

“I’ll keep you company” he promised.

“Thanks, you really are the best” you yawned. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and go to sleep. Do you want to stay up longer or are you coming to bed too?”

“I think I’ll come to bed with you” he answered.

You both did your little evening routines and soon you were laying in bed together. You snuggled up to Geto and he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you close. You felt warm and some of the school stress was melting away as you laid there with him, his arms wrapped around you. He always managed to make you feel better. He didn’t say anything revolutionary, he was just there for you. He knew your needs and he always considered them in whatever he did.

Geto was glad to spend the night with you. He was glad to have you in his arms and feel your body against his. He knew how hard it could be to keep up with all the work that attending university came with. He wasn’t surprised you were stressed, he just hoped you wouldn’t burn yourself out like he did in the past. It wasn’t a pleasant experience and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone, especially not you. Geto wanted to help in any way he could, and if just keeping you company was all you needed right now, he was more than happy to do it.