Going to the mountains for the weekend. Been feeling shitty about everything lately, and idk if I'm going to keep writing or not. I do have a 5 part Sukuna that I will begin posting Tuesday, and I will be here to chat while I'm hone, but my mental health has tanked lately, and I just... honestly, idk if I'm any good at this.
Thank you to the few of you who read my posts, I have a lot to think about.
AN: DEFINITELY a self insert. I found myself pondering what would happen in this situation, so I isekai'd myself and wrote it.
You fell asleep clutching your phone again. Ever since that picture had come across your Tumblr timeline, it was as if you couldn’t stop looking at it. The smirk, the golden eye that stared at you when you set it as your wallpaper, even through the widgets that blocked most of the picture from view, the eye was unobscured. It embarrassed you to admit that every night before you fell asleep you would say good night to the man in the picture on your phone screen. You wished that he could just come take you away from it all… that he would even want you if he could, despite the fact that you knew he would never even look your way.
You slipped into a dream; pale white skin, golden eyes, and that voice that you loved so much swirled around you in a misty haze. You woke up cold and wet, voices and traffic sounds all around you. You could feel that you were no longer in bed.
“Wha… huh?” You asked, looking around yourself and seeing that you were on a sidewalk, drizzle falling from the sky, still holding your phone. “How did I…” Your brain was overloaded with information that should have been impossible. You just didn’t know how impossible yet.
Your eyes focused on a pair of black heeled shoes that curled up at the toe. You thought they looked familiar, but you weren’t sure why. They traveled up over red striped socks, to white pants that ballooned outward, and something began to click in your mind, though your brain was still fighting over the impossibility of it all. By the time your gaze made it up to his face, pale white with a teardrop and a star under his eyes, you had half convinced yourself that this person was simply really good at cosplay. Still, the knowledge that overrode your denial pushed the name through your lips in a whispered “Hisoka.”
An amused hum and a smirk were his initial response. You crawled backward, then stood up, still forced to look up to see his face. “You are not the kind of person that I would expect to know who I am. How very… interesting.” He took a step toward you.
“You… You’re not real. I have to be dreaming!” You said, closing your eyes and telling yourself to wake up. It wasn’t working. “Okay.” You said, “Okay…” You pinched yourself. “Why isn’t it working?” You were growing more confused by the minute. Hisoka cocked his head to the side and studied you for a moment.
“Hmm… You appear at my feet out of nowhere, insisting that I am not real, and believing yourself to be dreaming. You have no Nen to speak of, so I know that you did not simply teleport here in your sleep. I am going to need you to explain yourself.” He lazily made a card appear between his fingers, and took another step toward you. Your mouth was dry. “Not here, though.” He added with a smile, then he threw you over his shoulder and started walking.
“Hi-Hisoka, put me down!” You exclaimed. “I am perfectly capable of walking on my own, and we both know that I wouldn’t have a chance of escaping you if I tried.” He ignored your pleas and adjusted you so that he was holding you bridal style in one arm. “Hold on to me.” He said, barely giving you a second before he had you flying up to the top of a hotel using his Bungee Gum. You clung to his neck as you sailed upward, landing on the roof.
Your breathing was heavy when he put you down. “Man, travel by Bungee Gum is more exhilarating than I had imagined it would be.” You said.
Hisoka looked at you again, intent on getting to the bottom of what was happening. He opened the door on the roof, and led you down to his room. Once inside, he turned to you, backing you against the wall. “Now,” he purred. “Talk.”
“Okay, so… God, I don’t know if you’re going to believe me.” You maneuvered around him to sit in a chair by the window. You put your face in your hands for a moment, and pulled out your phone. Scrolling through your pictures, you came to your Hisoka album and handed him the phone.
“What is this?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the pictures of himself.
“In my world, you’re not real. You are a character in anime and manga. My favorite character, honestly, but still… ink on paper and pixels on a screen. I went to sleep in my bed, in my own world, and woke up where you found me. I don’t know how or why, but I’m beginning to suspect that I’m not dreaming.” You chuckled wryly. “It’s funny.” You added. “I had wished that you could - and would come to take me away, but I always figured that, even if I stood in front of you, you’d never even look in my direction. I don't exactly have fighting potential.” You laughed.
A look of bemusement painted his face. “You wanted me to come take you away.” It wasn’t a question. “How very deranged. What kind of character must I be for you to want that?”
You blushed. “Probably exactly the person you are.” You admitted. “The story follows Gon primarily, you are an antagonist. You wanted the Hunter Licence because it permits you to murder without fear of consequence, you probably, judging by your clothing, have yet to fight Chrollo, it seems to me that your only true interest is fighting. You help or hinder people solely based on what amuses you and whether helping them will get them closer to being a good opponent.”
“And yet?” He prompted, stepping closer.
“And yet, there is something that draws me to you.” You admitted. “I’m not even sure what it is, except that I know that you could hurt me, and that I would enjoy it.”
“Hmm… interesting.” He murmured. “You mentioned my fight with Chrollo. Just how much do you know?” He asked, standing close enough now, that his legs were touching your knees, forcing you to look up at him.
“Oh, um… well, the manga starts right before Gon leaves home to take the exam, and goes as far as the Dark Continent so far… but, as I have only seen the anime, I have only seen up until Killua split from Gon so that he could meet his father. I do know some of what happens after, like the outcome of the fight with Chrollo…”
“Don’t tell me.” Hisoka cut in, pouting. “It would ruin the surprise.”
“Noted.” You said. “I figured you would feel that way.” You paused, looking down then adding quietly, “I just wish I knew how to get home.”
“What, do I not meet your expectations?” Hisoka asked.
“OH! No, you do.” You said. “It’s not that, it’s just…”
“Just what?” Hisoka asked, pulling in another chair and sitting.
“Well, I mean, you meeting my expectations is irrelevant.” You blinked at him. “I am of no interest to you. You won’t allow me to leave, since I have information that I could, ostensibly, give to other people. You could kill me, but it would offer you little amusement, as I have no strength whatsoever, and you have no other reason to keep me. So the question becomes: what do you do with me?” You looked at him expectantly, silent.
“Oh, but you’re so very wrong.” He grinned at you. “You are quite interesting to me. A person from another world who knows exactly what kind of monster I am, has no way of defending herself against me, and yet looks at me as if I am no monster at all. You do not fear me.”
“What purpose would that serve? Either you’re going to kill me or you’re not, regardless of my feelings on the issue. My assumption is that you will, as allowing me to live would potentially be a nuisance to you.”
“Oh, you won’t talk. I have no fear of that.” Hisoka spoke languidly. “You’re too honest, and I’m your favorite, after all.” He leaned back and stretched his arm over the back of the chair.
“So, what then?” You asked. “You have no use for me.”
He laughed. “It’s almost like you’re trying to die.” He said full of amusement.
“No, I just prefer not to waste time.” You responded honestly.
“I suppose that’s admirable.” He paused, looking at you. “I’m going to give you what you want.”
“I’m sorry, what?” You were confused now.
“I’m going to hurt you. And you're going to like it.” His smile curved devilishly.
You laughed. A true, deeply amused laugh. “No you’re not!” You answered.
“Oh? am I not?” He leaned forward now, placing his forearms on his thighs, and looking at you through narrowed eyes. “And why is that?”
“Because someone who looks like you could never take interest in someone who looks like me.” you were still laughing as you spoke, and you said it so matter of factly that it was clear it didn't even occur to you that you could be wrong.
“And why is that?” He asked in a way that made you feel almost like you were talking to your therapist.
You stared at him for a moment, then looked down at your own body. “You have eyes, functional ones. You can see what I look like.” Your voice was flat, annoyed. There was no more laughter or amusement in your tone. “Don’t patronize me.”
He stood up, and, gripping you by the hair, pulled you up with him. You gasped, and a small moan left your lips, before you could stop it. He pulled your head back and leaned forward so that you could see his eyes clearly. The black of his pupils almost swallowed the entirety of his golden irises, and as he leaned in to growl into your ear, you felt the warmth of his breath fanning over your throat. “I am not patronizing you. I would not waste my energy.” He flung you away from him and toward the bed. “I have been bored recently. You will serve to make a good challenge.”
“A… what kind of challenge?” You asked, suddenly nervous.
“I am going to train you personally. I will build up your strength and teach you Nen. If you survive long enough, you will pass the Hunter Exam flawlessly. You will become a monster for me.” He pressed himself against you, then, and his smile took on a hungry quality. “And in the meantime,” He spoke quietly, the fine gravel of his voice more pronounced as he carded his fingers through your hair, tightening them into a fist at your nape. “I will use you as I see fit.”
To say that everything was resolved easily would be a lie. Toge had initially attempted to push you away. His guilt over everything that he had done was eating him alive. It would perhaps have been easy for you to walk away, but you stayed. You gave him space and time, but you made sure that he knew that, when he was ready, you would be there waiting. Your friends stepped in where you couldn’t, Yuta, specifically, was a big support for him. Everyone knew that nothing that had happened was Toge’s fault, even when he wasn’t ready to accept it yet.
Time passed, and, slowly, you both began to heal. Occasionally, you would wake up with a start in the middle of the night from a nightmare and have to remind yourself that it’s over, and nobody wants to hurt you. You would breathe deeply, get up and get some water before going back to bed.
Eventually, Toge was ready to talk, and he came to you. You agreed to start as friends, and you easily fell back into old routines; sitting under a big tree and reading together, or talking. Watching birds and squirrels, or people. Once, even sitting quietly with your head on his shoulder and your hand in his until you fell asleep. In that moment, he finally relaxed fully. Knowing that you felt comfortable and safe enough with him to fall asleep on his shoulder healed more of him than anything else had to that point.
It wasn’t long before you both felt ready to reestablish your relationship. You both still lived at the school, the routine was helpful in getting back on track. You would meet each other for breakfast and go about the day together. Gojo even allowed you two to take missions together again once he saw that you could work side by side, trusting each other rather than Toge trying so hard to defend you. When you weren’t on missions, you would end most days together, taking a walk in the waning sunlight after dinner.
Intimacy took longer, of course it did. Toge wanted to be absolutely certain that you were completely ready before anything happened. You had been talking about moving in together a couple years after the incident, and you both knew that you should approach the topic of sex before things progressed further. Neither of you thought it would make sense to live together if you felt uncomfortable in any way.
You talked about it for two days before you decided to find out for certain whether it was something that you could handle. You went to your room, and Toge reached for you slowly. He placed his hand on the side of your face, and you closed your eyes and leaned into it. You stepped toward him, putting one hand on his chest, and the other on the back of his neck, you kissed him.
Toge responded, slow and sweet. You could feel his nervous energy, so you pulled back, resting your forehead against his. “Toge, are you okay? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” You said.
“Salmon.” He said, voice husky. He looked into your eyes, then, and you could see they were dark with want. You understood, then.
“Are you holding yourself back? Afraid of hurting me?”
“Salmon.” He blushed.
“Toge, I promise that I will tell you if I need you to slow down or stop. Okay?”
“Salmon salmon.” He kissed you again, hard. You whined into his mouth, and he swallowed it. He pulled back and undid his jacket, dropping it to the floor and taking his shirt off.
You did the same, going a step further and discarding the rest of your clothes as well to show him that you were ready, and you wanted him. Toge reached forward, then stopped himself, looking at you. You took his hand in yours and placed it on your breast. “It’s okay, love.” You whispered. “I want this. I want you.”
He surged forward, unable to restrain himself, and pulled you against him. His hand stayed on your breast while the other clung to your hip. You backed yourself up until you came in contact with the bed, climbing on top of it, and pulling him forward by the hand. He took the moment to undress completely before climbing up with you.
Toge Inumaki made love to you that night. He began slowly, gently, taking his time intent on showing you exactly how much he loved you. You felt the passion build between you until you both reached your climax together spilling over at the same moment and collapsing into each other breathless and fully sated. Your arms were wrapped around him as he rested on top of you. His face buried against your neck.
“I love you, Toge.” You said. “I need you to know that I love you. I’m so, so happy to be yours.”
“Salmon.” Toge said, then, clearly frustrated that he couldn’t get his point across properly, “Salmon salmon salmon.” His voice was very serious, and you couldn’t help the giggle that burst from your throat. He laughed, too.
He rolled off of you, and you both threw something on and went to the bathroom to clean up. Returning to your bed, Toge pulled you into him, and you happily fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. That was all you really needed to know exactly how he felt.
synopsis: you always stayed away from the boy in your english class who was always misbehaving and borderline breaking the law. known for his suspensions and his attitude, everyone keeps ten thousand feet away. despite being an outcast he's learned to enjoy his own company but with your curious eye you've realised there's more to him than just the rumours about him and his family.
in your last few weeks of high school he swears that you'll never see him again but four years later you find out that isn't the case.
a lot can happen in four years and now that time has come between you, you can finally figure out who he really is.
tags: childhood friends to lovers, except they were not really friends, strangers to lovers, yearning, one sided pining, soft sukuna despite how rough he seems, fluff, yes based on the ethel cain song, tw: mentions of drugs, mentions of murder, death penalty, suggested gun violence but nothing happens, more tags will be added when i can think...
part one | part two
word count: 4.2k
author's note: i've never really written anything like this before, i hope you like it... i can't stop listening to this song. a lot of the plot is based on my interpretation of the song so pls don't take it literal it is fiction...i'm also really tired rn so i've only looked over this once...pls forgive me...
You watched as they emptied out his locker.
Murmurs and whispers were heard all around you. Rumours being created and dissected right in front of your own eyes. Nothing this interesting ever happened in this school so it wasn't surprising that this was spreading like wildfire. The seniors were watching intensely, the freshmen were standing on their tippy toes trying to get a glance at what was happening. Groups of sophomores attempt to edge closer to the tight circle that surrounded the infamous student just so they can tell their friends that they were near him.
In your years leading up to your current senior year you've quickly learned that there is little one can do to put these conversations to a complete rest. Once a rumour like this starts it's rare that it ever stops. And the timing of this search being at lunch only helps to spread the fire.
A crowd of students create a suffocating circle around him. The security and principal create an even tighter circle around him.
His backpack was turned inside out completely, the unnatural melody of objects clattering to the laminated floor. A few pencils and pens, an eraser, notebooks submitted to graffiti — evident of his boredom in class and the torn cover of a novel that he was supposed to be reading for the english class that you both share together. Scraps of old receipts and tissues float to the laminated ground.
No gun in sight yet.
His locker door has been forced open, a clear refusal of his to give them the original key. And the spare from the office suddenly going missing only adds to their suspicion. The crane bar lies on the floor, its purpose already complete. It took less than a minute, only gathering more eyes to watch this spectacle. As much as the teachers try and move along the students, stating that there is nothing for them to see, the students continue to linger like an ominous shadow, eyes peering with both fear and wonder.
In your mind you can already see the headlines for the upcoming school paper, no— even in the local town news you can see it. Titled in bold, the question on the tips of everyone's tongues, threatening to spill across their lips: Was the son of a killer really holding guns in his locker? You can imagine now that when these kids go back home fro the day this will be the first piece of news told to their parents and it'll be the news of the town for the next coming weeks.
People will say that they knew it all along. That blood is thicker than water will ever be.
Like father like son.
Hands search his locker without any care, pulling all the contents out, mouths moving to tell people to step back. Endless scraps of paper and old notebooks flop to the ground in a heap. A gym bag and a pair of sneakers come tumbling out without any thought. An old leather jacket falls out and other dishevelled notes join the items on the floor.
The gaping black hole of Sukuna Ryomen's locker meets the irate gaze of the principle.
"See." He mumbles. "I told you idiots I didn't have a fucking gun."
Standing with his arms crossed, his composed act is never dropped. He looks bored. Not even breaking a sweat as they search every dark corner of his locker. The principal lets out a sigh, evidently disappointed that he couldn't find anything to incriminate the boy who has given him a headache over the past academic year.
For months everyone knows that the principal has been subjected to complaints by teachers who have taught the infamous Sukuna Ryomen. There was even the incident leading to a fellow group of teachers who refused to teach him in their class altogether.
Why hasn't he been expelled yet?
Only God knows.
Each and every meeting with his mother only entails any promise that he will be well behaved and keep his head down. But he never does. The only thing holding him back from expulsion is the consideration that this is his final year. Just a few more weeks and he'll be out of the system. He's not heading for college. That's for sure. But everybody hopes that he lives up to his word of leaving this town as soon as possible.
You try to strain your hearing to hear the words of the principal before he walks away. You can't hear the words exactly but reading the lips 'welfare check' you predict that he's suspended for the rest of the day.
The students scatter, the climax is now over. Some are evidently dishearten that their school won't make it on the local news, others are texting their parents that it was a false alarm whilst a small majority of students swear that they saw a glimpse of a firearm.
"I swear I saw it! I'm not kidding."
"Me too!"
You linger a little longer than you should, aware that you'll be late to your next class but you choose to stay. Just a little longer. Watching, Sukuna kneels on the laminated floor.
He doesn't make eye contact with students that are brave enough to walk past him. They don't say anything but their fleeting glances say enough. His hands shove everything back inside his backpack and locker without any care. You study his face tattoos, black markings that imitate his father's own tattoos. It was a huge scandal when he came to school with those. An investigation discovered that he forged parental approval before heading to a tattoo artist that wasn't even licensed.
The topic of his father was a whole other discussion. He's been scheduled for death row for the past decade for multiple killings carried out in the early 90s, a local tragedy in the neighbouring state. It was the whole reason the family moved so that it was easier for visitations. His date isn't upcoming for another nine years.
It's hard to look at Sukuna's twin brother and think that the two have any relation. Sukuna changed his last name to his father's whilst Jin still takes his mother's surname of Itadori. Appearance wise, they look similar. Identical pink hair and a sharp jaw but there are still some outstanding qualities between them.
Sukuna's eyes glare at everyone who dares look at him and it's obvious that the tattoos don't help his reputation. He's a direct foil to his brother, Jin Itadori who is the known golden child and top student of the school. You've heard that he's capable of aiming towards Harvard, Columbia and Stanford, teachers betting on which one will give him an offer first.
You can see it already: Harvard acceptance offer given to the second generation American-Japanese Student from the small town of — yeah, this headline is worthy enough for the school to brag for the next decade of students.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Sukuna, dressed in all black, shuts his locker with a slam before chucking his hoodie over his head.
You don't stop watching until he turns the corner.
/
Your drama club ended a little later than usual.
The squeak of your sneakers on the laminated floors of the hallway accompany you as you make your way outside. Being at school whilst it's empty and deserted as always managed to give you the creeps. The stench of bleach and cleaning products almost makes you think you're at a pool, the cleaners probably working overtime to get rid of the graffiti stains in the toilets.
It's a little late but there is still light outside, a little glimpse of the transition into Spring. At least that's one of the more positive things that you can look forward to after today's events. Pushing the heavy entrance doors open, it doesn't take you long to notice a figure sitting on the curb at the front of the school. Your other drama friends must have already been picked up by their parents leaving one figure waiting.
Approaching, you wonder who the hooded figure could be but it's not until they hear you coming closer that they turn around. All it takes is a glimpse of that pink hair and a black tattoo on his face for you to realise who you've bumped into.
You've never spoken to Sukuna directly. The two of you share the same English class and he sits in the row behind you but you have never made any attempt to have a conversation with him. You can only recall the one time you passed him a book and he said 'thank you' without even making eye contact.
You're…curious about him. There's always been something about him which keeps you intrigued and on the contrary to everybody else it's not about his family history. Your eyes can't help but fall upon him. You study his facial features, the curve of his nose and the plumpness of his lips. Despite his exterior roughness there's something pretty about him.
But you don't know what.
"Oh sorry." you say immediately when he turns around to look up at you. "I didn't know it was…" your sentence remains unfinished. There's a breeze in the air and the rustle of leaves fills up the silence. It's a little awkward but you're not panicking coming face to face with him. You thought that he would have stormed off by now or tell you to leave him alone but he does neither. The silence is almost inviting and instead of heading home there's something inside you which makes you sit next to him.
Sukuna doesn't move or shuffle away from you, nor does he question why you're sitting next to him. Weirdly enough, he lets you sit next to him. Sukuna has seen you around before, mostly in his English class, but he's never been face to face with you before. He knows you're not a threat and somehow he knows you're not the type to pester him about what happened today. You're pretty quiet and you keep yourself to yourself — unlike everyone else in this school you don't engage with the gossip and rumours and that's something Sukuna has noticed about you.
"Have you been sitting here this whole time? I thought you got suspended."
"I had to come back for something."
"Right."
The silence intervenes between you guys again but it's less awkward than before. You don't know what it is that makes you stay in this position, that makes you stay and continue this conversation with someone you'd never thought you'd ever speak to.
Maybe it's the fact that after this final year you'll never see Sukuna again. You'll be going your separate ways in a few months and probably never see each other again.
After a few minutes of silence Sukuna speaks up again, this time to ask you a question. "Have you ever tried dope?"
"Dope?" you question.
"The drug?"
You'd only ever heard about dope when you'd secretly stay up and overhear your mom playing her favourite cop and crime show late at night. Or even during that health lesson when the local police came in to do their annual talk about staying away from drugs.
Sukuna turns away slightly and mutters something under his breath. Just from this action it makes you think that you've done something wrong, like you've picked the wrong answer. You wonder what he would have said if you had said yes to him. Regret churns deep in your lower abdomen, cursing yourself.
You don't say anything. Not for a while. The gravel crunches loudly underneath your feet as you shuffle awkwardly. The next question comes from you. Your tone isn't interrogative just curious, and it's clear that there isn't an ounce of judgement coming from you. "What made them think that you had a gun?"
Sukuna shrugs again and you notice that he has a pretty good habit of shrugging all the damn time. "Rumours. You know all that shit though. I'm not stupid enough to shoot up a whole fucking school."
You hum. You know that Sukuna slacks off school from time to time and he doesn't get the best grades in the class but you know that he's smarter than he'll ever let on. Maybe academics isn't his best fit but you know that he's somewhat intelligent enough to trick the school and the cops into getting tattoos. He says all the right things in the end, after all he's done. You've seen how he throws teachers all on edge but then pulls back — it's emotional manipulation but he's so damn good at it.
As soon as you get the idea to leave Sukuna prompts another question. And from his tone you can tell the conversation has dipped into something serious.
"If I show you something do you promise not to tell?"
If the question about the drugs threw you off, you're even more confused by this question. There's a shiver that runs up your spine at the thought of having to be sworn to secrecy.
Sukuna doesn't wait for your reply or for your confirmation of your secrecy before showing you, again there's something that tells him that you're trustworthy. There's something about you which convinces him that you'll never tell anyone even if he gave you permission to go out and tell people.
Sukuna pulls his hand out slightly from his pocket, just enough to show you a glimpse of a handgun. Your brows are raised but your mouth runs dry. You can feel your heart thud in your ears at the sudden realisation.
"Where did you keep it?"
"I hid it somewhere else when I heard that the principal was looking for me. A hole behind the boys toilets."
"Holy shit." you say and you move your gaze away from Sukuna to the road ahead that leads out from the school's car park. You wonder what today's events would have looked like if they did find the gun on him. The school would have been put into lock down and armed police would have arrived, your mother would probably would have left work early to come and get you…
and what would have happened to Sukuna?
well, this would damage his entire record and prove that what everyone in town has been saying about him was right. He'd be local — no, national news at least.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you got that without a license." you mutter, staring down at your shoes.
"Good." he says, bringing his hand back into his pocket for concealment. "I wasn't gonna do anything with it. I just wanted to carry it."
You don't respond back to him. You don't want to talk about it anymore, there's something heavy in the air and it makes you feel a little nauseous, your stomach's been churning too much around him and you don't like it.
You let a beat pass by before changing the subject. "What are your plans for after high school?"
"What are your plans?" he throws back at you.
This time you're the one shrugging. "You know, I have a basic college plan. Get away from here for a bit."
"Holy shit." Sukuna says in a deadpan tone. He pulls out his other hand from a pocket, flicking the cap of a lighter. "Got any offers yet?"
"Not yet. What about you?"
"I'm getting out of here as soon as possible."
"How soon?"
"Once I get enough money to afford some place far, far away from this shithole."
"So by the time I come back from college you'll be gone?"
Sukuna knows, "You can count on it…or better yet I'll make you a special promise."
You sit up a little taller, the heaviness of the previous conversation now long gone. "What's the promise?"
"If you come back here once you've graduated and find me still around this hell of a place then I guess you can give me a black eye and two kisses."
"A black eye and two kisses?" You tilt your head to the side. "I've never heard of that, you know, normal people usually do a pinky promise and then call it a day."
Sukuna looks down at the lighter for a moment before he speaks again, his face turning pensive. "It's just something my dad used to say to my mom if he ever broke a promise." He flicks the lighter, a small flame spurting out. "But I guess he broke that by landing in prison."
"Did she give him the black eye?"
"Worse." Sukuna mutters, staring at the ground. "She cried. For days."
The words leave his mouth in a soft tone, almost like a whisper. You've never heard him speak like this before. You have to admit that you don't know the ins and outs of his family life but you know it must be overwhelming for him to grasp.
Again, you're curious about him. You're curious about him because you see past his 'bad' facade that he puts on at school for the teachers and for the rest of the students. You see past his acting out, rudeness and impulsivity. You've noticed that the english class you share with him is the only class where he actually sits down and pays attention. Sure, he's not writing anything down but you've seen him get through an entire book in just an hour.
Once you've said your goodbyes and you're on the way home, you can't help but think over your entire interaction with Sukuna. You reflect on all the things you've said and all the things he's said to you, trying to figure out what to make of what he's trusted to tell you. You wonder why he's trusted you with the secret of the gun or why he made that stupid promise.
Reflecting on everything on your walk home, you've come to another realisation.
You think you like him.
Or worse…
you have a crush on him.
/
After the gun fiasco you saw never Sukuna again at school and the rumours were spreading.
They jumped from him finally landing in Juvie to him being sent out of the country or that he ended up in hospital. Thankfully, your english teacher put these rumours to rest and brought everyone back into reality. Sukuna was just sent to stay with his grandfather in another town for the rest of the school year.
You would be lying if you said that you weren't a little disappointed that Sukuna wouldn't be coming back. Each and every time you came to class you immediately looked towards the empty desk hoping that he would somehow appear for the final time.
But he never did.
He didn't even show up for the high school graduation but you guessed that he probably wasn't allowed to. You think back to the promise you had made with him, 'a black eye and two kisses.'
You wonder what his lips would feel like on your own. Often before you drifted off to sleep you would hyper fixate on how you would kiss him or maybe even how he would kiss you. Would he be gentle? Or would he be a little rough? Would his lips be soft or suffocating?
You thought about this more than you should ever admit but you'd cross your heart and hope to die before you told another living soul that you fell asleep thinking about kissing Sukuna Ryomen.
You can only hope that somehow he'll still be around in four years. Just so you can put your mind at ease.
/
College was different.
So much had happened in the span of four years.
Heartbreak, friendships, friendship break ups, rejections, internships, 9am lectures, never ending assignments, partying, hangovers, travelling, discovery, arguments, make ups, drunk makeouts and so much more that could never even be put into words.
You never really thought about what kind of world was out there beyond your hometown and you're more than grateful that you had the opportunity to leave and grow. Each and every time that you returned to your hometown for the holidays you always had the idea that you had outgrown everything. And it was true, you've grown more confident in your skills and thinking, your dreams have gotten bigger and you know what you want out of life.
The only thing stopping you from continuing this independence was money.
It's only natural that you have to settle down back with your parents and save some money. It doesn't feel right to continue your academic journey nor does it feel right to jump straight into corporate life. If you were being honest with yourself that kind of life scared you. You weren't ready to jump into adult life so permanently.
So you're returning back home, just for a year or two, until you get your money together and land a graduate job that feels right.
You're not really fixated on the characters that remain from your high school. Sure you see a person from the year above working at the local grocery store or the couple you used to see making out in hallways before your afternoon math class finally settled down and somehow rent a house together. Most people you know have remained in their university cities or decided to travel the world or at least were successful in their attempt to never come back here again.
As you're walking down the road with your suitcase rattling on the cobble behind you, you don't really see anyone sticking out.
Until a figure catches your eye.
And that figure just so happens to have pink hair and unique tattoos drawn all over themselves. If it wasn't for those features, you'd think you would have walked straight past him.
"Sukuna?" you say before you even realise the words have left your mouth.
The tall figure looms over you and stops in his tracks. It's clear he was deep in his thoughts, barely paying attention as he walked by.
He's gotten…bigger. In a bulking way as if since the last time you saw him he's been doing nothing but going to the gym everyday. He's no longer the scrawny kid you remember from high school but he moves with a different type of authority and confidence. He looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro reds.
He frowns at you as if trying to place where in his life that you fit. A lot of people don't reach out to him in this town unless absolutely necessary.
There's a sex appeal about him that catches your attention. All of a sudden that little stupid crush you had near the end of high school hits you like a slap to the face. You can feel your face burn up as if someone actually did hit you.
You watch his eyes scan your face for any familiarity, you think he won't remember you until a few seconds pass and you watch his eyebrows release the tension they've been holding in and notice his jaw drop slightly. The recognition hits him, you're the classmate that spoke to him before he left high school for good. He doesn't remember much of the conversation. A lot has happened since then.
For a minute you think that you'll have to introduce yourself again, jog his memory of being the quiet girl from his english class. Your mouth opens to do so but the sound of your name falls from his lips before you even get the chance to.
"You're back." His voice is rough and coarse like he doesn't get the chance to use it much.
A shiver travels across your body in hearing him for the first time. "Yeah." you say and you don't realise how nervous you sound until you croak that word out. You take a moment to cough and gain back your confidence before speaking to him again. "And you…stayed."
Sukuna nods. "I did."
All of a sudden it hits you like whiplash. The last remnants of your conversation. You and him made a kind of bet. Or was it a promise?
But it wasn't just any kind of promise…it was a special one that stuck with you. That left you daydreaming about him for longer than you should've been, even when he was long gone. Your eyes fall to focus on his lips, more plumper than you imagined before.
"Is there something on my face?" He frowns again, picking up at your stare.
"Oh no, I was just—" you trail off. It's stupid, he would never have remembered the promise you guys made as kids. "Never mind."
Sukuna pulls a confused face but he prompts you with another question. "Are you staying for long?"
"Yeah, I'm just moving back home after college. I wanted to stay with my parents for a bit before I — y'know, fly the nest for real."
Sukuna hums, not really having anything more to add. The awkwardness picks up a little. He takes it as his sign to leave you alone, unbeknownst to him that you're dying to speak to him for a little longer. "See you around yeah?"
"Yeah…" is all you can say as he begins his pace. "I will."
You begin to move too, continuing your journey. Sukuna's long gone round the corner but you can't help yourself to keep turning back to see if he's still there.
thank you so much for reading! reblogs and comments are much appreciated!!
I have ideas, but my brain simply refuses to write anything.
I have one more Inumaki post for tomorrow, a Hisoka x Reader (Definitely a self insert) for Thursday, and then I'm on break while I'm in the mountains probably until Tuesday. (I will still be here, just not posting fics, so if you'd like to say hello, please do.)
When I get back, I have 5 chapters of a Sukuna fic to post (I may give it an epilogue, but my brain hasn't decided yet.)
Other than that, I have nothing. Hopefully my brain will stop rebelling before then.
As the days passed, you descended into misery. The worst part wasn’t that you were being kept against your will. It wasn’t even the forced physical intimacy. No, the absolute worst part was the fact that you had no autonomy. Any time you tried to refuse Toge in any way, he would simply use his cursed speech to compel you. You sat in bed one day wishing that you were deaf, because, if only you didn’t have to hear him… an idea formed inside your head.
You stood up and walked over to the desk in your room. You found a pen, and removed the tube of ink from inside of it. Staring at the tube, you knew that, under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t even consider what you were about to do, but you were at your wits end, and you needed to make at least one choice that you could control. You sat back in bed, and inserted the tube into your right ear. You grabbed the blanket, shoving it between your teeth to muffle any sound, and, before you could think too much about it, you shoved the tube through your ear drum. After a moment, you did the same to your left ear. The only thing that you could hear was a sharp ringing.
You tried to stand, but the vertigo made it impossible to steady yourself, and you came crashing to the floor. Toge burst in. You saw that his mouth was moving, and he looked concerned, but you couldn’t hear him. You smiled. He paused for a moment, seeing blood drip down your face, and he walked over to you. He moved your hair behind your ears, and looked from your face to your hand, where you still held the ink. Surprise flashed over his face before turning to sadness. You could see tears pooling in his eyes.
Toge helped you stand and get back into bed. He took out his phone and typed “Why?” You realized that he truly didn’t understand. You gestured as if you were writing something, and he brought you paper and a new pen. You figured that you could probably speak, but without the ability to hear what you were saying, you weren’t sure how it would come out.
You wrote “I am not a doll or a toy. I am tired of not being allowed to make my own choices. I refuse to be controlled, Toge. This… what you have been doing, the way you have been treating me… it’s not how you love someone. Keeping me trapped… raping me… it’s not love.”
He started typing. “Rape? What? What do you mean? We are in love…”
“I never consented to physical intimacy, Toge. In fact, I told you no. Specifically. Repeatedly. Loudly. I did not want it. Not like this.”
He stood, and blanched pale. He stumbled back toward the door and ran through it, not stopping to close it. You laid down and went to sleep.
—-
You weren’t sure what had woken you. You knew that you couldn’t hear anything, and you didn’t feel anything different, either, but something had snapped you out of your dream. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and looked around the room. Toge was sitting at the desk, he looked sad. Without thinking, you spoke. “Toge…” You felt the name leave your mouth, but it was so strange not hearing it. You decided that you simply had to trust yourself to say the words correctly. “Why couldn’t we have just been happy together? Why couldn’t you let me have friends? Nobody wanted to take me from you… I was yours. We could have been so happy.” You felt tears tracing tracks down your face.
Toge wrote something on paper. Big enough for you to see from across the room. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“I know. You weren’t going to lose me, though. I love you. I still love you. I know that you’re hurting. I know you’re confused. This isn’t who you are… please, can we just go home? We can get some help. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
He wrote some more. “I hurt you.”
“You did. But I know that you didn’t mean to. We can try to fix this.” You knew that you meant every word.
He picked up his phone, and tapped it once. Then, he wrote something down. “Gojo will be here soon. We will go home. I will get help. Or punishment. Or both.”
You had barely finished reading when Gojo burst through the door. He looked at you, seeing the dried blood on your face and in your hair, and understanding what you had done. Then, he looked at Toge, sitting defeated and broken at the desk. He crossed to you, then put one hand over each of your ears, and healed them using his RCT.
The sound that met your ears felt louder than it should after hearing only silence and ringing. Gojo sat beside you, lowered his blindfold, and looked at Toge. “I see.” His eyes traced a path away from Toge, and to a wall. “One moment.” He said, seeming to vanish, and coming back with what looked like an angry homeless man. He put the man on the floor, and sat on his back. “Care to explain to my students what you’ve been up to?” He asked the question quietly, but you could sense the anger in his voice. “I recommend that you release your curse technique immediately.”
“Okay, okay!” The man cried out, clearly terrified of Gojo. “I was just having fun!”
Toge gasped and stood up looking at his hands, and then around the room. He glared furiously at the man.
“Toge, sit, please.” Gojo said, Toge obeyed. “Now.” He said to the man, twisting his arm behind his back. “Explain.”
“Okay! I was just having fun! My curse technique allows me to amplify emotions… I saw these two out on a mission and noticed that the boy was overly focused on protecting his girlfriend, and I thought it would be fun to see how far I could push the protectiveness. Then, I noticed that they never went out together anymore. I almost gave up until I saw him carrying her away, and I followed to observe my work. Please let me go.”
Gojo sighed heavily. “You know I can’t just release you back into society. You’ll have to come with us.”
At that moment, you could hear more people filing in. Yuji burst in first, then Yuta collided with his back when he stopped abruptly, knocking Yuji to the floor. The others had the presence of mind to stop and wait until the doorway cleared. You blinked at everyone as they filed in.
Principal Yaga stared at Gojo who was still sitting on the curse user’s back. “Care to explain, Satoru?”
“This moron was amplifying Toge’s emotions. He’s the real culprit here.” Gojo said simply. “We should take him back and let the higher ups deal with him.”
“I see. And, these two?” He asked, gesturing to you and Toge.
Toge looked up, misery still stamped across his face. “We’re okay.” You said. “Though we could probably both use some therapy, I’m hopeful that we can get back on track quickly.” You looked at him. His eyes were round like saucers, disbelief shining through as though he wasn’t sure that he heard correctly.
“Salmon?” His voice was incredulous.
“Salmon.” You smiled at him. He blushed at you using his own vocabulary to answer him. “We will talk about it when we get home, but I want to try. I love you, Toge. That doesn’t stop because some ass hat decided to fuck with your emotions. I know that you never would have done any of this on your own.”
—-
Later, you sat with Shoko while Toge spoke with Nanami, going over everything that had happened. There were no real therapists in Jujutsu society, and a normal one wouldn’t be likely to have the ability to grasp the intricacies of the situation. Shoko was horrified at everything that you had gone through, and when you told her about your decision to rupture your own eardrums, she visibly winced.
“And you really think that you can let all of it go and be in a relationship with him again?” She asked.
“I know that Toge wouldn’t have made those choices on his own.” You said full of certainty. “That man took his love and protectiveness for me and turned it into an obsession. I wish I could just forget all of it, but I know I can’t do that… I want to try to work through it, though. I won’t let that jerk take Toge from me.”
“But, he forced himself on you.” She said bluntly.
“He did.” You admitted. “But he wouldn’t have if he had been in his right mind. Any time I spoke to him, he honestly didn’t understand why any of what he did was wrong. It wasn’t until I blew my ears out that he seemed to crack. After that, he seemed scared. I think it got through to him… and he texted Gojo. He was ready to face the consequences. I think that the guy’s curse technique had weakened.”
You looked at her in silence for a long moment before continuing. “He stayed on the other side of the room after that… like he was afraid of his own potential actions. When Gojo made the man stop his technique, the look of horror on Toge’s face told me everything that I needed to know. Everything hit him all at once… what he had done, what I had felt compelled to do to make it stop. Fixing it won’t be easy. I know that. I want to try, though. I want him to know that I won’t give up on him over this. He’s a good man, Shoko.”
When he took you, Toge hadn’t bothered to close your door, so it didn’t take long for someone to find you missing. It was Yuji who had gone looking for you after he missed you at breakfast. You were typically one of the first faces he saw in the morning. He had been watching you closely ever since he had become alarmed at Toge’s behavior, so he wasn’t about to just assume that you were sleeping in. Especially since Toge wasn’t at breakfast either.
Yuji stood for a moment, staring into your empty room with his mouth agape before running through the halls. “Gojo Sensei!” He ran in and out of classrooms, passing by several other teachers and students before running smack into the very person he had been looking for.
“Woah, woah kid. What’s going on?” He laughed.
Yuji spoke quickly. “Y/N wasn’t at breakfast, so I went to check on her. Her door was wide open and she’s gone! It looked like things had been knocked over. Her book was face down on the floor, and her phone is still on her bed… and I can’t find Inumaki.”
Gojo went pale. Which was a feat, as he was already fairly pale to begin with. He called a meeting immediately, with mandatory full attendance. As he walked forward to stand at the front of the room, he heard the murmurs of confusion. Students and staff all wanted to know what this was about. He looked over the crowd, but neither you nor Toge were in attendance.
“Attention. Attention everyone.” The voices quieted down. “Has anyone seen Y/N or Inumaki today?” People looked at each other confused. Why would he call a meeting over this? “Shit. You can all go. Itadori, Panda. Come here.”
Yuji approached. “Maki and Yuta said they are on their way, Gojo Sensei.”
Gojo had his face buried in his hands. “Tell them to come straight to my office, we will meet them there.”
Yuji was already sending the message. “Yes, Gojo Sensei.”
—-
Gojo sat at his desk facing Yuta, Maki, Panda, Yuji, and Principal Yaga. They could tell from the look on his face that he was both concerned and exhausted.
“Okay, so what do we know?” He asked the people gathered.
“She may have gone willingly.” Yaga suggested, clearly frustrated at having been dragged into this.
“No.” Panda disagreed.
“Panda's right.” Yuji said. “You didn’t see her room, it was all… discombobulated.” He accented his words with a wild hand gesture.
“Well, that, and… she broke up with him yesterday.” Panda said. The others looked at him.
“What? Why?” Yuta asked.
“Hold on.” Panda pulls out his phone and opens the message. “Here it is. He said ‘Y/N broke up with me. She said it was because nobody likes or talks to her and she doesn't want to make me lose my friends. She feels like she doesn't belong. I can’t lose her. She means everything to me. I can’t let this happen.’ I tried to talk to him more, but he didn't say anything after that.”
“This is my fault.” Yuji said.
“Itadori, how could this possibly be your fault?” Maki asked, annoyed at the audacity of Yuji making this about him.
He groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “I wrote her a note telling her that nobody hates her, that we'd been told to stay away from her because he doesn't want to share her attention.” He admitted. “I couldn't stand seeing her so sad and lonely all the time, thinking we didn't like her.”
“Aaand nobody thought to tell me that he was isolating her becaaaause…?” Gojo asked, annoyed.
They all resembled fish at that moment, mouths opening and closing in a complete lack of anything to say in answer.
Gojo sighed. “Okay, so… who knows where Inumaki would take her? Has he ever mentioned somewhere he liked or wanted to go?”
“The sea!” Yuta said. Everyone looked at him. He cleared his throat. “Inumaki loves the sea. She does, too.”
“Okay.” Gojo said, decisively. “So, here’s what we are going to do. You can’t keep your guard up constantly using cursed energy to muffle your hearing. I can use limitless, but we will get noise canceling headphones for each person who chooses to come with me, and an extra pair for Y/N. We will find them and bring them home. Toge Inumaki is not to be harmed if it can be helped, this isn’t like him. We need to figure out what’s going on before we do something that cannot be undone.”
You woke up again with a groan. Your body felt stiff from having been bound so tightly. You stretched before it hit you that you were no longer tied up. You stood on shaky legs, and walked around the room. Sunlight filtered in through two windows. You looked outside and saw the sea. You attempted to open a window, though you knew that it wouldn’t open before you even reached for it.
“Kelp!” Toge’s voice was cheerful. As if he hadn’t abducted you and brought you out to who knows where.
You turned around and looked at him. He really did have a beautiful smile, and it wasn’t covered like it usually was. He had a wooden tray in his hands, upon which he brought you your breakfast and a small vase of flowers. He set it on the desk in your room. “Toge… what is all of this?” You kept your voice controlled. Airy, pleasant.
He handed you a note. “It’s best to explain in a note since I can’t say everything that I want to verbally. I love you. I have loved you since the day that you brought me the throat medicine. That was when I knew that you saw me. Really saw me… you recognised that I struggled with something, and you went out and did what you could to help me. Nobody asked you to, you just did it. And when you brought it to me, you didn’t make a big deal of it, you just left the basket by my door. Then, you worked so hard to be able to understand me. Like it was important to you. You sat with me when you could have joined anyone else, and for the first time I felt chosen. You didn’t make anything about my cursed speech, you were just there. Solid. Constant.
I wanted to protect you. So, I made sure nothing could hurt you on our missions, but then Gojo decided that I couldn’t protect you anymore. Yes, you should be able to protect yourself, but you shouldn’t have to.
I got tired of everyone else taking your attention, so I made sure that stopped, too. I didn’t want to hurt you, but when you came to me, and let me comfort you, I felt special. Important. It is my job to comfort you. To protect you. Everything was finally perfect. Then, you broke up with me. I don’t understand. I know that you love me… and I love you. We belong together. I had to remind you. So, I brought you here. You are safe now. We can be happy together.”
As you read Toge’s words, you began to feel cold. You went pale. He was admitting to everything, but he didn’t seem to understand that he had done anything wrong. You looked at him. He was still smiling at you, and he came to you and wrapped you in his arms. You stiffened. “Mustard leaf?” He asked, clearly confused.
“Toge,” You said gently, “sit with me. Let’s talk.”
“Salmon.” He looked at you, his eyes knit together.
You took a deep, steadying breath. “I broke up with you because I found out that you made it so that nobody would talk to me. Someone slipped a note under my door telling me. I don’t know who it was, there was no name on it.” You looked at him sadly, then continued, holding his hands. “I love you. I do. So much… but I don’t want to be controlled or kept away from people. It’s not healthy.”
Toge tore his hands from yours angrily. “Bonito flakes! Ikura mustard leaf!” He turned to face away from you with his arms crossed.
Your eyes shone with tears at his words. “I know that you want to protect me. I love that about you, but I deserve to live a full life. Everyone does.”
Toge turned around to face you, the light in his eyes glinting in a dark, possessive way. You stood and backed against the wall as he stalked closer to you. “Mine.” He said, as he cupped your cheek in his hand. You always knew he was taller than you, but you had never been forced to consider it before. Looking up into his eyes, you noticed that the lavender was nearly completely swallowed up by the black of his pupils.
You weren’t breathing. It wasn’t a conscious decision, and you didn’t notice until your vision went fuzzy at the edges and you had to remind yourself how lungs work. You gasped for air, nearly collapsing to the floor, but his strong arms caught you. You rested your forehead against his chest and cried.
Toge sat you on the bed, and sat beside you, wiping your tears. “Mustard leaf.”
You laughed once. “You really don’t understand, do you?” You looked at him, eyes shining and wet. “I want to be with you. I also want friends. Nobody can truly be happy if they only ever interact with one other person. I grew up lonely, and when I came to Jujutsu High, I finally had people who wanted me around. I felt like I belonged somewhere. I want to belong.” Fresh tears began their trek down your cheeks. “Can we please just go home?”
Toge took out his phone and typed. “This is home now. You do belong. You belong to me. I will make you happy, I promise. I won’t let you be lonely.” He kissed your forehead and continued looking at you with concern and confusion as though he honestly couldn’t understand what had you so upset.
He stood, and brought you the tray of food. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry, Toge.” You sniffled.
“Eat.” He commanded, and you couldn’t refuse.
—-
After you had finished what was on the tray, Toge helped you lay down, and climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You could almost forget everything and melt into him with how sweetly he was stroking your hair and arm, and kissing the top of your head. For a moment, you felt yourself on the verge of sleep, until you felt his hand creeping up under the hem of your shirt.
Even when you were properly together, you had never done anything more intimate than kissing, so when you felt his hand on your bare flesh you snapped into full alert. You tried to pull away. “Toge, what are you doing?” You asked, panicked.
He looked at you, his eyes black, and whispered “Mine.”
He grabbed your shirt, and tried pulling it up, but you jumped out of bed and backed away. “No.” You said, as sternly as you could manage. “This is not how this is going to happen. My first time will not be forced on me.
Toge sat on the edge of the bed, and said “Kneel.”
You collapsed to your knees. “Toge, if you do this, I will never forgive you.”
He walked toward you, and ran his fingers through your hair. “Pretty.” He mumbled. He unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor along with his boxers and stepped out of them. Your eyes immediately went to his cock. Long and fully erect. Under different circumstances, you might have thought it was pretty. As it was, you wanted nothing more than to be far, far away from it.
“Open. Don’t bite.”
Your mouth hung open, and tears began falling anew as he gripped your hair and forced his cock down your throat. You gagged, and still he pushed further, now fully fucking your mouth and throat. You sobbed around him as he continued pulling and thrusting. Your eyes were closed, and you were trying to send your brain somewhere else, so that you didn’t have to think about what Toge, the man who claimed to love you, was doing to you right now. Your attempt was abruptly shattered when you heard him grunt and felt him ejaculate down your throat. Your eyes snapped open when you tasted him on your tongue as he withdrew from your mouth.
He stepped back. “Stand. Undress.” You obeyed. You had no choice in the matter. He lifted you and put you on the bed, grabbing restraints and using them on your wrists and ankles to keep you in place. He discarded his shirt, and climbed between your legs. Toge used two fingers to trace through your folds, and, finding you wet in spite of yourself, he smiled at you, and sighed. Tension visibly left his shoulders.
He sunk both fingers into you at once, delving deep inside of you, and you keened. Your body’s betrayal made the tears flow more heavily. He curled his fingers, and you jolted as he hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars. “Toge! What?” You cried out, being unable to finish the thought as he continued applying pressure and friction to that spot. You felt pressure coiling deep in your belly, building rapidly. “Toge, I think I need to…” You didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence as the pressure suddenly snapped and you squirted all over him and the bed, and you cried out in ecstasy.
Toge sat back on his heels and cleaned his hand with his mouth, looking at you with a pleased expression while your heavy breathing subsided. “Please stop, Toge. I don’t want this. Maybe my body does, but my brain and my heart don’t.”
Toge didn’t answer you. He simply positioned himself over you and pushed his cock into your cunt. You screamed. He continued moving. “Toge, Please! Too much! It hurts, stop!” Your protests fell on deaf ears as Toge finally found the end of your warmth and stilled a moment, his pelvis sitting flush against your own. He groaned in pleasure, and then began to move.
Toge fucked you hard. His pace was relentless, he moved with passion and hunger as he claimed your body as his own. His hands were everywhere, groping your breasts, bruising your hips, pulling your hair back to expose your neck for him to mark with his teeth. His mouth, too, was everywhere that it could reach. You were so overcome with sensation that you found it impossible to think. All you could do was feel, so it was really no surprise when your body won out over your brain and you began to cry out for more. He was only too happy to oblige.
“Toge! Fuck! I can’t… oh fuck! Yes, there! Right there! I’m gonna…” You came for the second time, your toes curling and your back arching. You screamed out in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm, stilling only after he spilled his seed deep inside of you. He lay on top of you for several moments before pulling out of you and going for a damp cloth to clean you with. He unbound you from the bed, and you got up.
“Bathroom?” You asked, your voice quiet and plain. He walked you there. You sat on the toilet and cried. After washing your hands, you allowed him to lead you back to bed, where you curled up, facing away from him, and cried yourself to sleep.
• Toji was a good father to Megumi. He did his best despite everything.
• Only agreed to sell Megumi to the Zen’in because he knew that they could protect and train him better than Toji could. Toji couldn’t teach him how to use or control cursed energy.
• Toji pretended not to know who Meg was when Shiu asked because there were too many people who would have targeted Megumi if they knew Toji had a son who he loved.
• Asked Gojo to look after Megumi because he knew Gojo was better than the Zen’in and could protect him from them. And yes, Telling Gojo that he has a kid and to do what he will with that information was his way of asking Gojo to look after him. Toji wouldn’t ask outright because that’s not his style.
• The only reason Toji wasn’t around is because he died. Right before he died, when he flashed back to Megumi, he saw him as a child around the age of four… which is how old Meg was when Toji died. If Toji hadn’t been around, he would have pictured an infant or toddler. Toji never abandoned Megumi. He just died.
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