chrxma

"humanity? that is a myth."

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Lingering Existence Pt. 2

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Female Reader X Ryōmen Sukuna

Special Appearance : Gojo Satoru

Summary : The measly battle between the Jujutsu sorcerers and Sukuna ended in the capture of an unknown female sorcerer whom he had taken for granted as the mystery unfolds as to why her presence was not even acknowledged by her so-called fellow members into a struggle to know your enemies and friends beforehand.

Writer's Note: This story's final epilogue will be on 28th October 2022.

The decades-old fables recall themselves as they paint Ryomen Sukuna as the strongest and the king of all those filthy curses, the fear and the terror running their course throughout the generations, slowly erasing the woman's existence who was the ace of them all. The elders of the village had only heard about her destruction and her terror; the sheer joy in her eyes when her slender fingers ripped off the heads of the humans she encountered just for her own enjoyment. Her long black hair flowed through the darkest of nights as the moonlight shone through to present a rare beauty. Covered in the blood of millions, her eyes were filled with pure joy and comfort as the humans kneeled in front of her begging for their lives to be spared. That is who she was, the most beautiful of all and the most powerful. Her name never etched itself in history as anyone who had barely caught a glimpse of her presence was confirmed to have taken his or her last breath on the land.

The Malevolent Shrine had no traces of existence as the curtain around them slowly fell backwards. His heavy breathing was to be heard all over the place as the silence took over, the silence before the storm that would consume him. “Domain Expansion: Midnight” The words spoken by the woman terrified every inch of his soul as the environment around them turned pitch black. The construction of the Darkness Temple was enough for Sukuna to turn his gaze towards the woman, who had been focusing on the man all along with an amused look on her face, knowing that as every moment passed, the terror in him increased ever so slowly. The skulls of billions of humans, animals, and every other living creature made up the Darkness Temple as his eyes searched for his worst nightmare ever. Her ability to clone was prevalent as the throne was occupied by her clone who had been staring at him with those same eyes, which made his heart falter again. “Ryomen, did you forget about me? I understand that it has been way too many decades since we crossed paths, but you shouldn’t forget about the person who helped you climb up the staircase of what you call the throne of the King of Curses, the one who erased her existence from history to make you the one and only, and most importantly, the one whom you loved and hated. “The last words of her sentence were the ones which made Sukuna look up at the woman with tears brimming in his eyes, knowing that he was bound to fail if he tried anything under her watchful gaze.

The blood ran cold in his veins as her footsteps skipped closer to his body, the gaze in her eyes filled with murderous intent and the need to see Sukuna’s body lifeless in front of her holy abode, where she had different plans for his soul to be captured forever with her powers, concealing every inch of his true form within herself, feeding off his powers. “Y/N, I apologize for not remembering my place in your presence…I-I just never imagined that..y-you would be back..” The supposed King of Curses was found stuttering under her invisible control, his throat closing with his lungs quenching for every single little bit of oxygen that he could salvage. The pitch-black curtain around their presences, standing strong as ever, smaller curses feeding off the cursed energy that has not found its way in decades of human history was now flowing at its best; when the most powerful curses stood against each other, in an arena where they promised each other to rule the world together. “The memories that we formed together in this place are forgettable, but you know what still lingers in my head?” Your voice grew lower as the anger in your eyes burned brighter than any other source of energy that existed on the planet Earth, the feeling of betrayal running its course through your head as you reached out to a necklace that hung around your perfectly pretty neck, the rune that was covered in both, yours and Sukuna’s purest forms of blood, broken into two pieces from when the blood pact was broken by Ryomen to rule the world as its sole owner, letting his greed and selfishness take over.

“Just like you found a way to betray me and banish me into the depths of darkness, I found a way to rise up from the ashes that you buried me in, and now my existence terrifies you to the end because you have no other choice than to acknowledge THAT I AM THE MOST POWERFUL.” A burst of laughter filled with pain, sinister thoughts, and satisfaction echoed through the arena, the water turning into pales of blood, flowing through to form the hands of the souls captured by Sukuna, slowly creeping upwards to his throat, holding onto the “king of curses” in a deathly chokehold where escape was not an option. “Gojo Satoru, would you prefer if he was turned into your little pet project, or should I let him be swallowed by his own sins?” A name that Sukuna had not expected Y/N to speak was now standing in front of him in the flesh as a satisfactory smile was accompanied by the tall white-haired man who made his way to Sukuna, clicking his fingers together to exorcise the souls that were swallowing him down, which led Y/N to recognize the decision that he had taken for the man who knelt in front of them. “A pet project, it is then. It was a pleasure to do business with you, Satoru.” The words left your lips as Satoru smiled at you in a loving manner, which indicated no kind of business other than his romantic intentions, which were not bound. “Well, now that business is over, would you like your ex-fiancé to attend our wedding?” His tone mocked every inch of Sukuna’s existence as he was flabbergasted at the words spoken out by the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and the loveliest smile that played around on the face of the queen of the curses. The strongest of two worlds held hands as loud laughter echoed through the hallways of the Temple, indicating that the truth was as prevalent as it could be. “How could you...Why would you?” The only syllables that possibly left Sukuna’s mouth only made Y/N chuckle. “As I mentioned, I rose up to show you how powerful I am. My power and intellect exceed your whole existence and combined with Satoru’s powers and sixth sense; we are both the most powerful in this entire universe. Now I hold your dreams and the worth of your life in the palm of my hand.” The first ray of sunshine broke through the curtain of darkness as the new era of power rose from the ashes of the betrayal and pain of the Queen of the Curses, breaking the rune resisting her true powers as the new-born curses and every source of curse energy acknowledged the beginning of her reign, ruling both the worlds with the power that she held with Satoru, whose arms wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you closer into his arms, whispering in your ears in a playful tone, “Should we begin the project, my queen?” The smiles that they exchanged were now the symbol of the end of the world in a way not anticipated by written history between the sorcerers and the curses.

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Thank you for reading! I hope that you have a wonderful and safe day/night ahead! Stay safe and healthy <3

-Chrxma.

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Lingering Existence Pt.1

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Female Reader X  Ryōmen Sukuna

Summary : The measly battle between the Jujutsu sorcerers and Sukuna ended in the capture of an unknown female sorcerer whom he had taken for granted as the mystery unfolds as to why her presence was not even acknowledged by her so-called fellow members.

Writer’s Note : this story will be divided into two parts which will be uploaded within a week or less.

TW : descriptions of blood and slight abuse. please avoid reading if you feel uncomfortable.

The gorgeous color of red seeps through the tiny bruises on your skin as the sensation of his cursed ropes which restricted you to even try to escape from the gaze of the man who had been enjoying every moment of your misery, the handsome smile on his lips was the evidence that your agony was his pleasure. The scene where he had held you in his arms, falling back from the roof as the other defeated sorcerers flashed in his mind which led him to let out a chuckle and the burning sensation travels up to your spine, making you close your eyes, controlling your screams of pain by slightly chewing onto your lower lip caught his attention whilst walking down from the skull-covered staircase of his Malevolent Shrine. “Your screams of anguish give me ultimate feeling of victory yet you try to swallow the pain in silence.” His husky voice ringing throughout the domain expansion, your eyes filled to the brim with tears with anger and pain forcing you to look up to meet his eyes, the one who had bounded you here inside his heart, his domain expansion sucking each and every ounce of your strength away. Your eyes focus themselves on the intricate architecture of the Buddhist shrine which had been disfigured into this beautifully evil shrine for the lord-like demon,  Ryōmen Sukuna whose hands had been bloodied by the millions of human blood ran dissolved through the waters beneath your knees and his shrine. “To think someone of your kind would be born to defy my powers and authority.” His beautifully painted black nails, slowly caressing your skin, his thumb resting on your chin and his eyes roam all over your face as if it was his way of taking in your beauty and your powers within himself.

“Why do you seek me, the most powerful curse of all? Do you feel intimated by my existence or is it just my beauty which subconsciously caused you to capture me?” Your words had no trace of any kind of physical pain restricting your thought process which made him chuckle darkly as his grip on your chin tightened, both of the faces inches apart, your hot breath on his skin as the desire to devour you at the given moment caused him to lean in more but your orbs showed nothing, no signs of the same desire which silently ordered him to slowly look into your eyes, the prettiest of all eyes, the fun of your misery ended for him, the exact moment when his fingers touched your skin. “You are someone who likes to run your mouth, I see.” His comment ended with harshly pushing away your face, causing you to fall over in the water which made you smile and chuckle at his actions, the man taken aback by your behavior which he had not predicated. In one instance, you made him curious and in the other instance, he felt vulnerable in your existence as if all he owns would disappear if he let you loose.

“Are you so afraid of my existence swallowing up yours? You should know your limits, Ryōmen.” The words did not affect him as much as the end of the sentence caught him off guard, in a swift and fast motion, his fingers were wrapped around your neck as your body hit against one of the pillars of the shrine, breaking through the structure. The anger in his actions yet the gentleness in holding you against the pillar which was on the ends of breaking down, led you to assume that Sukuna knew that you were not someone that he could easily mess with and destroy. The atmosphere filled with questions and answers that had no way of being related to the reality in which they stood, his voice which wished to speak up and ask questions from the person who was held under his seemingly control but she had the upper hand of control over him. His mind denied to accept the truth but his heart, deep beneath the façade wanted to reach out and know the answer to his questions as his blood-filled eyes cleared up to gaze into the eyes of the woman that seemed unfazed by any of the events that took place as if she had been faking to suffer from the start. It was as if she could hear him and his thoughts, a small mocking chuckle left her lips, her smile genuinely insulting every inch of his existence, his so-called powers and his state of confusion which delighted her in every shape and form, the eyes through which Sukuna had the desire to search for his answers, showed an expression that he had never thought that he would encounter again. “Ryōmen, you have not changed at all, have you now? Still the same tricks under those sleeves of yours. Disappointing, to be honest.” His grip on her throat loosened as he had no other option other than to step back from the woman who dusted off his touch from her clothes, which had been soaked in the waters of his domain expansion, letting out a frustrated groan while rolling her eyes back to dart them at the curse who had been consumed with disbelief at the existence of the woman in front of his eyes.  

“This cannot be true. You are playing games with me, you mere human!” His voice trembled as her gaze turned into a smug death stare accompanied with a smirk that answered his doubts in an instance, turning his knees into jelly whilst falling down in the same position where he held her just mere moments ago, his by default stimulated action was to bow down to the woman in front of his eyes, as the curse energy throughout his veins stung him, causing him to groan in pain looking at the Malevolent Shrine which had fallen apart under her each step inching closer to Sukuna, kneeling down with his arms behind his back as the pain grew every moment in which he felt alive, he wished for death to embrace him as the mysterious woman whose strong and dark gaze could be felt through his skin and bones, bent down to hold and lift up his handsome face with the support of her fingers slowly caressing his skin as her thumb held his chin up, forcing him to look at her, the fear and the horror evident in his eyes as she lightly chuckled at the situation in which they were standing. “You’re way too adorable, from watching me in misery to you trembling under my touch. I adore how we are back to where we were, my dearest Ryōmen.”

‘His fear seemed irrational as his existence was supposedly as the curse who could not be defeated by anyone, then why was his eyes showed pure fear of the woman whom he had captured moments ago, enjoying her misery?’

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I apologize for the extremely late upload. I had my personal issues and my examinations to attend to and had no time to work on my storylines. I would like to be regular again so for all who will be devoting their time to read my posts, I would like to thank you for your kindest patience and for your appreciation as well as support throughout my semi-hiatus. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a wonderful and safe day/night ahead. Stay safe and healthy <3

-Chrxma.

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Hello paji, how are you?

I’m not so great, how are you? I’m sorry for the late reply!

[aeschrxma]

I loved your Maki x fem reader fic :)))) <3

I'm so grateful for you to devote your time for reading my work and I'm glad to see that you enjoyed it. I hope to see you around for my other works! Have a great day/night ahead. Stay safe!

[aeschrxma]

One Kiss

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Female Reader X Maki Zenin

Summary : The first time Maki laid her eyes on her, she knew that she had found someone who knew how to twirl her around and grasp her within herself, what she didn’t know was that she had gravely underestimated her.

TW : Light Intimacy

The night breeze runs through the atmosphere, drying up the sweat droplets running down your pearly skin as the moonlight shone bright, indicating that the night was still young. The fatigue of training for 8 hours straight had caught up to you as the hatchet began to feel heavy and everything around you had more purpose than you could imagine before the tiredness had started to wear you down. Loosening up the uniform jacket, letting it fly away in the embrace of the cool night breeze, the gravity pulled you down towards the comfy grass as you closed your tired eyes to let your body breathe. A presence started to call out to you as a scoff left your lips, grabbing onto your weapon, absolutely done with whosoever was around the corner, planning to attack you. “You are aware as ever. I can’t even come close to without you knowing.” The sweet and mellow voice of Maki, made you turn behind to find her leaning against a tree that you had previously ruined by practising your kicks on the tree trunk. “Maki. What makes you say that?” Your skin breathing under the moonlight, glistening with pearls of sweat as you pushed back your hair locks, a stern gaze set on the older female in front of you who had a smug smirk on her lips as if her mind was asking her to challenge you to a duel.

“Your actions suggest something else and your words say something.” Her footsteps slowly grew closer to your body, which had been craving her touch all along. The atmosphere filled with words unspoken but understood by both of you as Maki’s smirk grew more prominent, as her gaze lay on your body, the intense gaze which made you hide your existence in a hole yet pull her closer to yourself. “Don’t they remind you of someone? I had a great teacher.” Her gorgeous green eyes set on your lips as your eyes scan her body, wanting nothing more than to close the gap between you two. Heavy breathing and emotions that needed no expression. Both of you knew exactly what you two needed and how to obtain it. “Sarcasm? You haven’t changed at all.” Her dominant tone as her voice, as low as the silent ocean; everything about her drove you crazy, her scent of matcha tea filled up your nostrils as your mind lost control over her hot breath on your skin.

Your fingertips travelled upwards, grabbing onto her collar as you pulled her closer to your lips; Maki, taken aback by brave upfront behaviour as the smirk turned into a smile, filled with the smugness of her victory in the battle of who would lose control first. The victory tasted sweet for a while as your lips slightly graze her skin, your hot and unsteady breathing over her earlobe — “Maki Senpai. You really thought that I would lose control? My craving for you is no match for my pride.” Your voice, so sweet as if coated with the mountain bees’ fresh honey, as Maki was absorbing the words that had just been spoken to by the lady whom she had been eyeing since the day she stepped her foot in front of her gaze. Your lips slowly attached themselves to her soft skin, placing a small peck on her cheeks as if taunting her so-called victory, the grin on your lips could be felt by Maki as her eyes grew wide, never in a million years expecting you to put up such action as you pulled yourself backwards to lock your eyes with hers, knowing exactly what effect it had on Maki. Her strong and slender arms grabbed onto your waist, closing every inch of distance between your bodies, without breaking eye contact with you. “Do you have any idea what you just did, Y/N?” The rage of losing her calm for a second, tightened her grip around your waist in a painful grip as you answered back to her question with a smile and a gaze that mocked Maki’s actions, confirming your victory over her. “Are you telling me that you lost your calm over a small peck? I expected more of you.” Your comment made her want to rip that smile off your lips, as her eyes showed nothing but rage and need for fulfilment, the need for you. She needed to assert her dominance over you but you knew very well how to keep her on her toes at all times.

You were the one and only person who had changed her authority and she needed you to submit for her desires to be fulfilled. “If a small peck has this much effect on you, I wonder what would happen if our lips met? You’ll lose to me at this rate.” The words which left your lips made her scoff as you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her down to your height, her eyes grew wider as she could feel her authority losing all meaning and all she wanted at that moment was your lips to meet hers as she leaned in towards her, stopped by your index finger on her lips. “The victory is mine and so is your authority now.” A small chuckle left your lips as you placed a small peck on your index finger which was in between your and her lips. Maki, loosening her grip on you as you smile fondly at her, watching her move backwards, her defeat sinking in as she looked to you who was smiling so brightly that all of her worries vanished. Placed a small kiss on your palm, blowing it to her, mockingly as Maki smiled to herself while watching you walk away, the night ending as the long battle of needs ended in your favour, knowing that tonight was the night where it all began. You and her, under the witness of the moon, accepting every emotion that bonded them together and knowing that they could no longer play the game of running away.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you stay safe and I appreciate your time into reading my work! Have a great day/night ahead!

- Chrxma

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Racing Egos & Desires

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Female Reader X Gojo Satoru

Summary : Known for her sassy behaviour, Gojo wanted to annoy her by proposing a race but it turned against him in ways he did not think of.

TW : Mention of sharp objects and slight intimacy.

“Wanna race?” His deep and raspy voice rang through your ears as you gave him a side glare, slashing through the grade 3 cursed spirit who was about to swallow your hatchet. “Are you out of your fucking mind Satoru?” You screamed through the other side of the roof as your temper was about to burst through your calm composure. “Come on, it’ll be fun, Y/N!” His whiny voice made you want to throw your hatchet directly at his face but you could not afford to make mistakes, the cursed spirits could not increase in numbers since all the first years are off on another mission and it is just you two in the whole Jujutsu High. Your eyes caught a glimpse of a grade 2 curse, emerging through the opposite side of the roof that you both had covered, the spirit looked around before starting to run away from the sorcerers. A scoff left your mouth with an accompaniment of a small smirk playing around on your lips as you pushed back your silky black hair locks to tie them up in a ponytail as you felt Gojo’s hot breath on your neck, his lips sealed his thoughts in a smirk as he wanted to get a reaction out of you. Knowing his intentions, you swiftly turned around on your heels, both of your faces inches away from each other, his need to annoy you turned into a desire that could not be described in words, as his beautiful sky-blue eyes met yours, his smirk turned into a relatively innocent smile to which you clapped back with a large grin plastered on your face as your hands travel up to his face, slowly shaping your palm against his cheek and your smile turned into a seductive smirk. “You want to race? I’ll race you. Kill that grade 2 before me, I’ll let you control every inch of my actions for a day.” Your confidence took him over as he chuckled loudly and let his mind speak, “If you win, I’ll let you control me in every aspect you like. I hope you can keep me entertained.” His eyes saw you in a different light. Annoying you turned into a race and a race turned into bringing out the hidden desires in both of you.

Running across the roofs, his eyes never left your body, examining each and every inch of you as his focus was now on the thoughts that clouded his way through winning this race. You, on the other hand, were now leading as you had finalized the location of the cursed spirit, your feet moving faster than you had anticipated. You were laughing to yourself as your plan was now crystal-clear in your head, your brain formulating ways and paths through which you could win this cat-mouse chase while not sabotaging the race that you both had agreed to in any way or form. The dark alleyway was now in sight as you jumped down and looked upwards to find the cursed spirit holding a slender working-class man, hostage by grasping him within his palm. “Wanna hold off the race?” His arms gripping onto your waist as your posture stays put, now used to his flirty and inconsiderate attitude. Your eyes scan all over the alleyway, finalizing three ways to safely escort the man before you continue moving forward with your master plan. “Side bet, let’s see who can escort the man first.” Your body leaned backwards on the cement wall, as your arms crossed, resting behind your nape and that confident smirk which Satoru had begun growing fond of. “You’ll lose twice then, are you such a loser that things no longer affect you?” His sharp comment made him look at you, who did not seem even a slight bit bothered by his words instead you let out a small giggle while scanning all over Gojo. “You seem flustered. Your insults have grown blunt or are you just falling in love with me?” The tone of your voice made Satoru fall back towards your body, harshly pulling you towards his body as his eyes grew darker with desires coursing through his soul. “You might just regret those words, Y/N.” His spoken words gained nothing but a genuine laugh from the female in front of his eyes as his grip tightened around her waist, physically bounding them together as if forcing her to submit to him and let her control him.

Your arms travelled upwards, wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him closer while the smile never left your lips, the thought of Gojo Satoru, the strongest of all, wrapped around your little finger made you feel emotions that seemed to never fit into sentences, everything about him made you burn, his breath against your skin felt like a warm breeze in the coldest night of the year. His presence comforted you yet you wanted to destroy his ego, stroke his ego and let him grow weaker and weaker in front of your soul so that you could wrap yourself around him as he would be yours. Your eyes fixated on the gorgeous blue eyes that held the universe together for you as you snapped your fingers, your lips spreading wider as the curse got exorcised dropping the man on the spot where Itadori had been standing, the man falling right into Itadori’s arms as Megumi standing beside, displaying a thumbs up and the terrified man who had now fainted due to the number of surprises that he had gone through. Your eyes fixated on the gorgeous blue eyes that held the universe together for you as you snapped your fingers, your lips spreading wider as the curse got exorcised dropping the man on the spot where Itadori had been standing, the man falling right into Itadori’s arms as Megumi standing beside, displaying a thumbs up and the terrified man who had now fainted due to the number of surprises that he had gone through. “You lost, Satoru.” Your words brought him back to reality where he had been fooled, where his mind searched for ways when you had defined the victory for yourself. The tall man, chuckling to himself as his first defeat hit his ego, in all directions and his eyes searching for an explanation from you. “As you know, my technique allows me to circle up areas within 500 metres of where I stand and marks the spirit with my symbol, the cursed spirit happened to emerge through the borderline of my territory and got marked, ensuring my victory.” Low and soft, your voice could only be heard by Gojo, or rather, the voice was only meant for him to hear. “In simple words, it was pure luck.” Your words were followed by a burst of laughter that made his blood boil as his lips curve into a smile, admitting his defeat and his desires for you. “Let’s play again, Gojo Satoru, your defeat is exhilarating for me.” With those words, your fingers let loose your hair as the night breeze flows through your hair as your eyes met with his, forming a bond that could only be understood through these races where they discovered each other in ways that were about to turn into nights with no boundaries.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed yourself! Stay safe and healthy <3

- Chrxma.

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Nightly Intimacy

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Reader X Suguru Geto

Summary : Known for his straightforward behaviour and unusual thinking, Geto has been captured in a trance by a woman who knows the true meaning of - 'deathly but with grace'.

TW : Sharp Objects; blades & slight intimacy.

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The shade of the sunset which set down the sky, painting all over the canvas of the light blue sky, covering each inch of the ground with a certain darkness that felt comfortable and cool against the souls. "It looks pretty outside. Drop me off here." The politeness in his voice caught Mahito off guard, making him chuckle at Geto's unusual behaviour. "Is it someone whom you like?" He asked as Geto's gold-coloured kasaya garment over black yukata robes fall out of the grey car seat, making him turn around and bend down to the window. "She is the curse that burns me down." His lips curve up in a smile that had no traces of actual happiness behind it, just plain emotions that a person goes through when they meet someone who might mean a lot to them. The emotion of anxiety mixed in with nervousness. "Your soul tells me another story, Geto." Silence took over the atmosphere surrounding them as Mahito's eyes saw the truth and scoffed at the thought of someone who made the tall male in front of him change over the period of time in which they drove over to the abandoned izakaya which was visible from the left-hand corner of Geto's figure. "I'll be off now." Gearing up to start his engine as he drove off, Geto turned back on his usual zori sandals, feigning in a deep breath and walking towards the izakaya.

The sliding door had collateral damage that needed immediate attention in order for it to not break apart, the next time someone even breathes near it. Entering in, he had been covered in the blinding darkness that was absorbing the whole room, his nose detecting the smell of orchids as his slow footsteps walk towards the terrace where she resided. Sweet and mellow, his nostrils take in the sweetness as his mind reminds him of the broken tile which could trip him over just like the last time he came over, a small smile on his lips followed behind the memory, remembering the whole izakaya in his mind, he had imprinted in his brain, every nook and cranny had an image in his head. "You need to be more discreet while coming here." Her voice echoed all over the room as the smell of the orchids grew stronger, her presence made Geto loosen up before turning to the direction from where the voice had been heard. "I thought I was discreet, Y/N." His feet led him to the terrace door which had been previously ripped apart during a commotion at the izakaya between some grade 4 curses and Y/N. "You did not get it fixed?" His black hair flowed through the cold breeze as the night kept getting darker and more beautiful. "A waste of money. Say, why did you want to meet me?" Her finger twirled around the black-handled blade, her rosy lips slowly curving up into a smile while her eyes took in the tall and slim male, standing with his arms folded over his chest but his black orbs following every movement of the female in front of him. "You haven't changed much." Her voice, soft and low as she walked towards Geto, slowly tracing his yukata robe, moving closer with every breath as his breath fastens as her strong scent covers up his sense of judgement as he closes up the distance between the two. His arms strongly grip her waist, lowering down his face towards hers as the sharp and cold blade was felt by him on his neck, a giggle and a chuckle let out by the respective male and female. "The low moonlight makes your presence irresistible for me to devour." Her words made Geto smirk, the loud clang of the blade hitting the surface as their lips come close to each other. Their hot breaths crossed over the boundaries as her hand travelled towards his back, the sharp scalpel ripping through his robes as he chuckled loudly, hearing the sound of his defeat again. "You manage to catch me off guard every time." Backing up from Y/N, who had burst into a fit of laughter, threw the scalpel over the floor which she had hidden beneath the long sleeve of her midnight-black kimono. "0-12, you are really lagging behind, Suguru." She addressed, her lips attaching themselves to his cheek as she looked at him with certain adoration that could only be felt by Geto.

"You are sensing its presence, aren't you?" His tone indicated that he was sure that Y/N had been following the trail of the unknown and newly born special grade curse which had been roaming around in her territory. "Tonight is the night. I would like to dine with you after I finish cleaning up my area. Would that interest you, Suguru?" Her voice, displaying the pent-up frustration and the clear need to assert dominance over the special grade curse made Geto release his laughter, knowing the ultimate demise which had been written in the fate of that unlucky curse spirit. "20 minutes, I'll be waiting here." His arms snaked around her waist, turning her around as he tucked her lone hair strand behind her ear, smiling at her. "Be prepared, you're cooking this time." The sentence made both of them, smile adoringly towards each other, as the sounds of terror over the town by the cursed spirit reached their ears. "I'll be waiting for the dinner, Suguru." As the words left her mouth, his grip loosened up from around her waist as she disappeared into the gorgeous star-lit night, making him scoff at her, tying up his hair and smiling while walking towards the kitchen downstairs, mumbling to himself, knowing that this would not be the last time that she had tricked him into cooking the dinner for them. "She definitely needs to pay for the damage she has done to my yukata, it was my special one." The voice had no grudge towards her, just plain adoration, her smell lingered around the izakaya as he turned down to cooking, laughing to himself as his mind kept imagining her black yukata flowing around through the air, as she gracefully makes the cursed spirit breathe its last.

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Thank you for reading! Have a great day/night ahead! Stay safe and healthy. <3

-Chrxma