𝔈𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰𝔦🦇

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝟸𝟺

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡

𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After many birthdays alone, all you wished for was someone to celebrate with. You were not expecting a god to answer your silent prayer.

⋆ Part of the 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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You couldn’t recall the last time you spent your birthday with others. You barely even remember the last time you actually enjoyed the day itself. High school, maybe? Middle school even?

Either way you know you’d spend many a birthday alone. Sometimes it felt like you were born on the least memorable day of the year. You’d always look forward to it, hoping one year it’d be better. You consistently ended up disappointed, but never truly surprised. All you wanted was just one good birthday. Hell, just one where you weren’t alone. The clock struck twelve almost two hours ago. You sat at your window, looking up at the moon. Wishing that, somehow, you’d have someone to celebrate with this year.

You moved to the bed as it neared three in the morning, falling asleep shortly after lying down. Not even an hour later, you heard shuffling, the energy had shifted in your room. Someone else was there. Feeling the presence, you stirred awake. Eyes opening for a moment then closing again, only for them to shoot back open when your brain registered the shadowy figure sitting on your windowsill.

Taking in a sharp breath, your body shot up, eyes adjusting in the dark to see the figure more clearly. A man sat at your window, looking up at the moon just as you did only hours before. His hair was long and dark, his skin pale as his eyes reflected the moonlight. He wore a leather garment, one that seemed familiar yet not at the same time.

“Who are you?” You whispered. The man didn’t answer but you knew he’d heard you, his body stilled the moment you spoke. “How did you get in here?” You threw your legs over the end of the bed.

“Did you not call for me?” The man said, his accent was foreign. His voice was cool and smooth, like water running off from a glacier.

“What?” You responded confused.

“You called out to me, I answered.” The man turned to face you now. As he held your gaze, you began to realize this was no ordinary man.

“I don’t even know you, how could I call out to you?” You were even more confused now.

“You may not remember but I am not a stranger. I’ve come to visit you twice now, before this. Each time you seem to forget.” He said calmly. You squint at him, trying to wrack your brain and search your memory for any recollection of the being in front of you. “I’ve heard your call each time I have arrived. I am Loki, of… Asgard.” He hesitated at the end.

“Loki,” you repeated quietly. “And you’re some kind of god?”

“Have you now realized? Do you remember?” He stood, stepping towards you.

“So what, I’ve been praying to you?” You laughed in disbelief.

“No. I’m not the kind of god you pray to. No one would put their faith in my hands.” He shook his head. “We are tied, intertwined somehow, only Valhalla knows. But I always find myself here when you need something of me.”

“But I don’t need anything.” You shook your head.

“It’s the anniversary of your birth, is it not. And you yearned for someone to share the festivities with?” Loki conjured up a cupcake in his hand, a lit candle materialized in the other.

“I think yearn is a little strong.” You shook your head slightly, feeling embarrassed.

“Regardless, I am here to partake in all of your Midgardian celebratory customs. Now blow out the candle despite your wish already being granted.” He smiled slightly. You laughed and blew the candle out. “Happy birthday, darling…”

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Real short, putting myself on blast but I used to imagine this frequently when I was younger. Happy birthday to me!

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𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐱

𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You thought your boyfriend forgot about your birthday. You’re in for an interesting surprise when you find out that he definitely remembered. ✰𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.ᐟ

⋆Part of the 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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He forgot. There’s no way he forgot, it’s literally his phone password. But clearly he didn’t remember.

You woke up this morning to find your boyfriend missing from your shared bed, you thought he may have been making you breakfast only to find the apartment completely empty. Only then did you check your phone to see that Tetsuro texted you two hours ago saying that he got called into work for some kind of emergency. You wondered what could be so emergent as a JVA promoter, maybe there was an event today.

You decided to take yourself out to the cafe down the street. After ordering, the barista brought over a complimentary pastry. Even she remembered it was your birthday. You glanced at your phone, mindlessly replying to a few birthday texts. Kenma, Lev, Yaku, and even Kai wished you happy birthday. Another text from Tetsuro came in, “might be home a little late”, was all it said. Scoffing to yourself, you finished your breakfast and took yourself to the mall.

The plan was to have a little shopping spree but you were so irritated with your boyfriend that you really just moped around in the stores. After an hour, you called it quits and went home.

It was barely even 2 in the afternoon when you returned to the apartment. Yet, as soon as you opened the door you were greeted with confetti and a noise maker blowing in your face. You shut your eyes and scrunched your nose as you were caught off guard, opening them to find Tetsuro in nothing but a party hat and a gift box that seemed to contain an erect present. Despite your previous irritation with him, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What the fuck do you have on?” You chuckled. His ridiculous laugh left his lips as he stood confidently.

“Happy birthday, baby!” He held the gift box with one hand and blew the noise maker in your face again. You snatched it from his lips before he could annoy you with it any more.

“Are you supposed to be my present?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

“Let’s just say I’m one of many.” He smirked before stepping to the side so you can see the gift bags scattered across the couch.

“And here I thought you had the audacity to forget.” You shook your head before kissing his lips quickly.

“I thought I’d surprise you, you really thought I’d forget?” Kuroo shook his head. “Bet you were mad, huh?” He pulled you closer, but the gift box on his pelvis got in the way.

“What made you think to do this?” You looked down at the box and laughed.

“Figured it’d make you laugh, and you’d be less upset about my whole forgetting prank.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “What do you say? Think it’s time to open your presents?” He winked.

“Hmm. Yeah, but maybe I’ll save that one for last. Consider it payback.” You kissed his cheek and made your way to the couch.

“I should’ve see that coming, well played.” He chucked, sitting next to you as you both were surrounded by gift bags. “Open this one first.” He handed you a small black bag.

You unveiled a 2 ounce bottle of your favorite perfume. Thanking him, he handed you a slightly bigger bag. That one contained deep red fuzzy socks. Each bag got slightly bigger in size. The next one was a card wallet, then a waterproof phone holder, a new bikini, sandals, a beach hat. The last bag was unnecessarily large, opening it to find a box, then another gift bag, then an envelope, then finally two tags.

“We’re going on a cruise?” You gasped, realizing these were luggage tags for a cruise line.

“Mhm, I already packed most of your stuff for you. We leave tomorrow.” He grinned proudly. “Now that you’ve opened all of those, what about this last one?” He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped the box in his lap.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me open that one in the bedroom.” You laughed as you dragged him by his wrist.

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It’s officially my birthday! Just one more to add to the mini series, I’ll upload it before the day is over.

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You’re always baking a cake for every birthday at the X-Mansion. But now that it’s your birthday, who’s going to bake yours? ✰𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.ᐟ

⋆ Part of the 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

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At Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, every mutant adult had their role. Those who were considered the core of the X-Men on the news were more like faculty. Each of them teaching their own sort of class or helping students hone in their abilities.

But then there were some like you, no distinct role or duty yet never left the mansion once you got older. Some had no where else to go, some thought this was more of a family than the one they had outside. Regardless, this was your home and everyone in it was your family. Making yourself useful or available to anyone who needed assistance, that was your role.

There was also this one hobby that you developed, baking. You loved to bake and found any excuse to do so. When Ororo mentioned that she couldn’t recall the last time someone baked her a cake, you were thrilled to make one especially for her on her birthday. Anna-Marie said she wanted one for her birthday, then Kurt, then Hank, and eventually it evolved into a tradition where you made a cake for everyone. You even baked a rum cake for Logan who looked slightly less grumpy when you gave it to him.

But now your birthday was coming up, who was going to bake you a cake? Sure, you didn’t mind baking it for yourself, but you shouldn’t have to. These were the thoughts going through Scott’s head as he rambled to Remy, who just looked at him with a sly smile. Remy has known for a while that Scott had feelings for you. Despite the ruby quartz lenses, he had a terrible poker face.

“Why don’t you bake the cake for her?” Remy asked as he flips a card between his fingers.

“Do I look like I know how to bake?” Scott raised an unamused eyebrow.

“Surely them books got a recipe or two? Never know til you try, right Cy?” Remy flicked the card between his fingers, landing it in the spine of one of your baking books. Scott turned to look at the shelf, grabbing the book and opening it up. “That baking stuff’s a science, right? Maybe Hank’ll help ya.”

Scott nodded as he browsed the table of contents, flipping to a page titled strawberry sponge cake. You liked strawberries right? “Yeah, I’ll ask. Thanks Remy.” He mumbled. Gambit hummed and pushed off the wall he was leaning on. He started to make his was out of the kitchen before stopping in the entryway.

“Oh,” He looks back, waiting for Scott to meet his gaze. “Make sure you put a lotta love in that batter, mon ami.” He winks before leaving Scott alone in the kitchen. Feeling the heat creep up his face, he clears his throat before looking back down at the recipe.

After making a list and taking a quick trip to the grocery store, Scott made it back to the mansion. Hank was more than happy to help, though he was really just supervising in the event that Scott made any fatal errors. He stood at the opposite side of the kitchen, something about blue fur and not wanting things to turn out purple. In the end, the only thing Scott needed help with was the buttercream. Knowing you had a sweet tooth, he opted for that over whipped cream but couldn’t seem to get the consistency right. Thank god for Hank.

Nearly three hours later, Scott had finished the cake just after midnight. The frosting was a little sloppy, but it was honest work. He decided it’d be best to surprise you with it first thing in the morning, rather than waking you up.

So the next day, Scott woke up bright and early to hand deliver your cake to your room. However, when he opened the fridge, he saw that a sliver was missing. Rolling his eyes and knowing Logan was definitely responsible for the stolen piece, he took the cake up anyway. Knocking on your door with one hand as you faintly permitted him in from the other side. You were now stretching, not thinking much of someone knocking on your door at this hour.

“Happy birthday,” Scott said softly as he carefully entered the room with the cake in his hands. He made sure to turn the missing chunk towards him so you wouldn’t notice it at first. He couldn’t help but grin as he saw your eyes light up.

“Where’d you get that from?” You gasped as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

“I made it last night. It’s not professional or anything since I have no experience.” He admitted bashfully, sitting next to you.

“You baked me a cake? Scotty…” You playfully pouted. “It looks so good, I- what happened there?” You chuckle a bit as you point at the missing slice.

“I assume Logan got to it after I put it in the fridge last night.” He sighed. You took the cake from his hands and placed it on your nightstand.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do this for me.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. You were sure you could see a faint blush on his face in the morning light.

“I wanted to. You always bake a cake for each of our birthdays. It’s time someone baked yours.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, gaining a surge of confidence. You stilled for a moment, then kissed his cheek. His face caught fire, you could see it clear as day now. “What was that for?” He smiled lopsidedly.

“For always being so sweet to me.” You laughed.

“I could be even sweeter?” He responded quickly, his hands finding your waist. It was your skin’s turn to heat up now, realizing the real reason he stayed up trying to bake a cake for you. Oblivious to his prior behavior up until right now.

“Is that so?” You whispered. “Let me see just how sweet you could be.” You pulled him closer. Scott didn’t hesitate, his lips finding yours in an instant. Funny enough, he did taste sweet, all that cherry chapstick finally getting put to good use. Gripping your hips, he swiped his tongue across your lips. You granted him access instantly as he groaned into your mouth, pushing you to lay back in the bed.

He didn’t hover. No, Scott’s body was pressed against yours as you felt just how much he’d been wanting this, wanting you. Your fingers curled in his hair as his lower body settled between your legs. You gasped into his mouth as his hand squeezes your ass. Both of you froze when you heard someone clear their throat.

Scott quickly untangled himself from you as the two of you turned to see Morph standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“Logan said there was cake and that Scott took it up to your room. But clearly he was about to get into an entirely different cake.” They tried their best to stifle their laugh.

“Kevin, get out.” You warned. Your face, however, was hot and the heat enveloped your neck as you’d been caught mid-makeout.

“Geez, the government name?” Morph couldn’t hold back their laugh as you chucked a pillow at them. “Okay, okay! Just save some cake for the rest of us. The strawberry one, that is!” Morph closed the door and cackled down the hall.

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Not sure how I feel about this one.

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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Your defense attorney boyfriend says he has to work on your birthday. ✰𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳.ᐟ

⋆ Part of the 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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It was Tuesday and your birthday was on Friday, which meant your annual lap around the sun was ending in just three days. You weren’t necessarily excited about adding another year to your age but you were excited to celebrate. It was a tradition to you, everyone’s birthday should be celebrated and everyone should feel special on that day.

Which is why you were thrown for a loop when your boyfriend said he had to work that day.

Sure, he had taken on a new case a little over a week ago but you hadn’t expected him to be unable to spare one day. One important day, especially when he already worked most weekends. Suppose that’s where you differed, you always requested his birthday off let alone taking the entire week for your own. Not that you were expecting him to take the week off for you but just one day for god’s sake!

“Sorry, what’d you say, Hiro?” Your feet had been planted just a bit away from the lobby door as Hiromi made his way to your shared apartment buildings’ elevator. He stopped just before the elevator button and sighed, turning towards you.

“I’m sorry, angel. You know deadlines are typically the first of the month.” He held his hand out to you.

“I didn’t ask to be born on the last of the month, birthdays are basically a national holiday. The courts are closed then, right?” You pouted before reluctantly taking his hand and entering the elevator with him.

“I know, I know. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I promise.” He pulled you closer as the elevator floated upward, opening on the 24th floor. You entered your shared apartment quietly, you weren’t mad at him. But you also couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

The next two days he’d woken up earlier, making you a simple breakfast with a note for when you woke up. He always overestimated the time it’d take, making him over an hour early when he’d arrive at the law firm. He’d never come home earlier though, if anything he’d stay a little later.

The night before your birthday, he’d come home around 11:30 with flowers in hand. You’d never known where he got flowers from at that odd hour, but he always seemed to come home with fresh ones on valentines and your anniversary too. Standing up from the couch to greet him, you smiled as you noticed the box in his other hand and a large gift bag hanging on his wrist.

“You’re thirty minutes early for all of this.” You laughed as you helped him with all the items in his hands. Humming pleasantly, his lips quickly met yours.

“Rather be early than late.” He smiled. As you placed the bouquet of sunflowers in a vase, he opened the small brown box, placing a cupcake with a singular candle on the coffee table.

Together, you watched the clock strike twelve before lighting the candle. Celebrating a midnight birthday while the rest of the world slept. After blowing out the candle, he handed to the gift bag. Inside was a new pair of work shoes. The ones you currently had were old and you started to complain of sore feet, Hiromi was always both practical and thoughtful. You went to sleep content in each other’s arms, considering the late night celebration more than perfect.

So you were confused when you woke up after sleeping in only to find Hiromi’s arms still wrapped around you.

Clearly, he’d overslept. You weren’t sure what his work schedule looked like today but you knew his deadlines were tonight. Lurching upright, you shook him in a panic.

“Hiromi! It’s like 10 o’ clock, you should’ve been at the firm hours ago!” You held his shoulders and tried to jolt him awake. His eyes fluttered open and he stretched like he had all the time in the world.

“Good morning.” He grumbled mid-yawn. You stared at him like he had to heads.

“Are you insane? You’re late, you know!” You pointed at the clock across from the bed.

“No, I’m not. I finished the paperwork yesterday. Today, I’m all yours. A holiday, just as you said.” He replied with sleep still heavy in his voice. You blinked twice.

“What?” Was all you could get out before he chuckled.

“Happy birthday, my love.” He pulled you into him before laying back down. “How about we sleep for one more hour? Then I’ll take you wherever you want.” His lips pressed against your forehead. Shaking your head slightly, you let out a laugh before falling back asleep.

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This one was short and sweet.

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎂

𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: As it will be my 24th birthday on Friday, I decided to make a mini (not)series containing some of my faves. The banner is from my party theme but not really related to the plot of any story lol.

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✰ .ᐟ 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

✰ .ᐟ 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

✰ .ᐟ 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

✰ .ᐟ 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

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Not sure if I could finish all of these before by the 31st but I’ll try. Update:𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

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𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Your boyfriend always goes to you when he feels drained. ✰𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳.ᐟ

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You were laying in bed reading a book when you heard the door open. You knew who it was, not bothering to look up when you felt the bed dip and Scott plopped his head onto your lap. He’d been doing this more often now, coming in wordlessly and just laying on you. You didn’t mind, though the X mansion had a 9pm curfew. Luckily his room was just on the other end of the hall and you were no longer students, just adults who somehow ended up training the young mutants who were recently enrolled.

No one else could tell how much it took out of Scott, it didn’t feel right to be training the new generation when he felt like he couldn’t control his own mutation. That was until you came in, your power wasn’t entirely emotion based but emotions did affect your ability to control it.

Too happy? Things are levitating. Too sad? They’re falling through the shadows on the floor. God forbid you were angry, everyone would run to the light while items were whipped and whisked across the room. Yet somehow you remained unapologetic about it, any little umbrakinetic mishap was swept away with a laugh or a shrug. Scott wished he had your laidback demeanor.

He sighed as your hand rested on his head, fingers scratching softly.

“What’s wrong, Slim?” You broke the silence without looking away from your book.

“I’m just tired.” He mumbled.

“Physically, mentally, or emotionally?” You asked. He didn’t answer for a moment, unsure of how deep the conversation would go based on his answer.

“Yes.” Was all he said. You put the book down, looking down at him. He raised his head, sitting up as he pulled you by your hips to lay down further before resting his head on your chest, looking at you. “I’m not cut out for this.” He admitted.

“Nonsense.” You shook your head immediately. “Xavier chose you to train these kids for a reason.” You began to pet his head again.

“Easy for you to say, you have more control over your mutation.” Scott grumbled. You rolled your eyes with a slight laugh before reaching for his ruby glasses. He grabbed your hand immediately. “Don’t.” He stiffened.

“Relax. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You coaxed him softly.

“You don’t know that. I don’t trust myself.” Scott’s grip on your hand tightened slightly.

“That’s the problem. Have some faith in yourself, Scotty.” You pushed back gently. He let out a sigh and released your hand, squeezing his eyes shut as you removed the ruby quartz lenses from his face. “Relax your eyelids before you pop a vessel.” You whispered as your cool hands touched above his eyebrows. He did as you said. It felt like a cold film slid down beneath his lids. “Open your eyes.”

“Y/n..”Scott spoke up but you interrupted him.

“Just open them, Scott.” You said more firmly. He paused then took a deep breath before slowly opening his eyes. Everything looked a little dim, like the shade of a lamp over a lightbulb. But there was no optic blast, no punch dimension. Just him, looking at you without the red tint.

“How did you?” His mouth hung open.

“I’ve been simulating this in the danger room for months. I figured you’re unaffected by your beam so maybe your shadow would be to. Just had do figure out the right concentration.” You smiled at him. “How does it look?” He didn’t answer, didn’t even look around. His eyes were just focused on you, slowly brimming with tears.

“Beautiful… so beautiful.” He moved to hover over you, your hands still touching his forehead. Leaning down, he kissed you softly. Keeping his eyes open like he’s afraid the effect will wear off if he closes them for too long.

“No one needs absolute control of their mutation to be worthy. You just need to be surrounded with people who support you. And you need to surround others who need support, like those kids.” You said as you pulled away from his lips.

“I love you.” He spoke softly.

“I love you too. I’m still working on it, tomorrow we can go to the danger room together to see if I can manage this without direct contact.” You grinned.

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Felt cute idk

[eclipxi]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You’re the manager of Nekoma University’s Men’s volleyball team and the captain has been getting on your last nerve. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

Being the manager for your university’s volleyball team was great for your resume. After all, your goal was to get an MBA in sports management. Kenma, one of your first college friends, mentioned that he played on the men’s volleyball team and there was a manager opening. At first, you thought it was weird since he majored in game design but he said he’d been playing since he was a kid. The team was good, apparently they even went to nationals. Kenma also mentioned that his best friend was the team captain. The two of you shared a major, though his goal was to be a sports promoter.

What Kenma didn’t tell you was his best friend was the most irritating man on the planet.

Your first introduction was normal, Tetsuro Kuroo, a tall man with a weird interest in science metaphors. He introduced you to the team, the coaches, let you watch them practice before you made your decision. But once that decision was made, it was like a switched was flipped. He seemed playful with his teammates, but then the teasing came your way. At first you’d laugh it off, it was mostly harmless. But then it became annoying.

Kuroo has this thing where he liked to give people nicknames. Yaku, the team’s libero, had been renamed Mr. Demon and Kenma had a friend at a different school that he religiously called Shrimpy. All it took was one instance of you buying 3 egg sandwiches at the convenience store for him to rebrand you as Eggy.

To make sure it stuck, he only referred to you as Eggy for 2 months. The freshman who recently joined don’t even know your actual name. You’ve caught the coach slip up at call you that too. An entire semester has gone by and not once has anyone other than Kenma referred to you properly. You’d had enough, today would be the last day.

Practice had ended and most of the boys had left. Kenma sat on the bleachers while he waited for Kuroo, who was still in the locker room. Yamamoto had just walked out, leaving Kuroo in there on his own. Making sure to say “See ya, Eggy,” as the dyed Mohawk disappeared through the gym doors. You refused to wait any longer. Kenma glanced up as you marched into the men’s locker room, knowing better than to stop you, he went back to playing his game.

“Kuroo!” You called out as you entered, the entire room was clouded with shower steam and body spray. You still heard the water running faintly as you stood in front of Kuroo’s gym bag. You considered pranking him as pay back, leaving him without a vital item of clothing so he’d be forced to do a walk of shame. You unzipped the bag, pulling out a black shirt. The smell of him hit you immediately, but you wanted to go further. You were looking for his pants when your hands came across his boxers. Looking at them, you didn’t even realize the water had stopped.

“Didn’t take you for a petty thief, Eggy.” His voice was a low whisper, you could hear the smirk in his tone. Jumping out of your skin, you dropped everything and spun around.

“You scared me, asshole!” You smacked his arm, still damp from the shower. Realizing he was shirtless, your gaze trailed lower to the towel wrapped low on his waist.

“Eyes up here, Eggy.” He tilted your chin upwards with his index finger. He would be incredibly hot if he wasn’t so incredibly annoying.

“Stop calling me that, I’m sick of it.” You glared. He pouted teasingly.

“Oh you are? Shouldn’t have bought so many egg sandwiches then. All that cholesterol isn’t good for you.” He tapped your nose, pulling back before you could bite his finger.

“They weren’t even all for me. One was Kenma’s and the other was Lev’s.” You groaned and he only smirked.

“Don’t try to use my teammates to cover up your egg addiction.” He said and you shoved him, he barely stumbled.

“I’m not joking. I’m tired of this shit, don’t make me quit.” You threatened, that got his attention. His eyes widened slightly as he realized just how much his tease had taken a toll on you.

“No, I’m sorry. I thought it was funny, just a cute little nickname.” He stepped closer, grabbing your wrist.

“You think eggs are cute?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I think you’re cute.” He whispered, looking away. Your breath stilled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, what was that?” You moved your head to find his gaze again, holding it.

“The teasing was me flirting, surely you knew that?” His thumb rubbed your wrist as he held in, you shook your head. “There’s no way you had no idea I walk you to your dorm after every practice.” He watched as you looked at him cluelessly. “My dorm is on the other side of campus.” He clarified and your mouth fell.

“That was more bullying than flirting. You’re smart, use your words properly.” You shook your head and laughed slightly, he laughed with you.

“You think I’m smart?” His hand rested on the locker beside your head as he leaned over you.

“I think you’re hot too, when you actually shut up.” You bit back a grin as he leaned in closer. This was how you flirted teasingly.

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” He whispered before you both closed the gap. His lip were soft and warm against your own. He pushed you flat against the locker and sighed deeply. “You’ve been in my head for weeks.” He murmured against your lips, hands pushing up your top. “Take this off.” He pulled back and let you remove your shirt before pulling you against him again. His skin felt warm against yours, probably from the hot shower he took.

Kuroo’s hands deftly unclasped your bra and pulled it from between your bodies as your chest pushed against his. His tongue battled with yours as his hands squeezed your plush breasts. Pulling away from your lips, he looked at you. His fingers dipping into your shorts.

“Right here in the locker room?” You giggled, seeing the hazy look in his eyes.

“I’m already basically naked.” He looks down at he towel on his waist, a very obvious tent appearing. “Unless you’re scared, Y/n?” He taunted, using your given name as bait. You bit.

“I’m not scared. Just be quiet, megamouth.” You stuck your tongue out at him. He wasted no time, pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. Two of his fingers rubbed your folds, sliding with ease.

“Already wet, baby?” He hummed with a smirk, dipping his finger into you. “Mmm, and so warm too. Inviting me in…” He watches you bite your lip, slipping another finger in and scissoring them. “You sure?” He looks into your eyes, giving you one last chance to back out. You pull off his towel, exposing his aching cock. It jumps as the cool air hits it, feeling warm in your hand and you stroke it twice. His eyes flutter closed for a moment. Kuroo took a step back before sitting on the locker room bench and pulling you towards him. “Ride me.”

You straddled him, hovering your wet hole over his weeping tip. Holding onto his shoulder, you sunk down in one go. He groaned loudly and you slapped your hand over his mouth. “Quiet.” You whispered. After he nodded, you moved your hand.

“Move… please.” He whispered, his voice right in his throat. You lifted your hips, moaning quietly as you sunk onto him again before repeating. His hands moved to your ass to guide you as you picked up the pace. He kissed you sloppily before resting his head against yours. His hips angle upward.

“Kuroo,” you moaned softly.

“Not my name, babygirl.” He smacked your ass lightly.

“Tetsuro..” you corrected yourself, feeling his dick twitch in response as he moved to meet your bouncing.

“Fuck, that’s right. You feel so good.” He moans a little too loud. Kuroo is grinding against you now as he leaves love bites scattered across your neck. “Y/n..” your name comes like a growl, both arms wrapped around you as he pulls you onto him tightly. Fucking up into your cunt with wild abandon.

“Tetsuro, I’m gonna-” you moaned, nails digging into his back to keep your volume low.

“Shit, cum with me, y/n.” He buried his face in your neck as you let go in union. Riding it out, he pumped his semen into you as your gummy walls fluttered around him. “Fuck…” he sighs, still holding you in place on his lap.

“You’re so loud,” you said breathlessly, “Kenma definitely heard us.” You brushed his perpetual bedhead with your hands.

“I don’t care, let him hear.” He smirked lazily before kissing you slowly.

✮⋆˙ ˙⋆✮

After a quick second shower and getting dressed, you and Kuroo finally walked out of the locker room. Kenma hadn’t moved, still playing his game, only looking up when you both stood in front of him.

“You two finally dating now?” He looked between you.

“Uh…”

“Yes.” Kuroo firms answer came out loud over your hesitation. You raised an eyebrow knowing full well that he had never asked you out. But as his fingers laced with yours, you considered overlooking the skipped step.

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What do we think?

[eclipxi]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧! 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You’re an honors student, you shouldn’t be struggling. Maybe it has something to do with your criminal justice professor. ✰ 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.ᐟ

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

It’s a big university, with a wide range of programs. You weren’t even a law student, but you had so much free time that you wanted to pick up an extra class and see what it was all about. You had watched Law and Order, it couldn’t be that hard.

And the truth is, it wasn’t. Intro to Criminal Justice was a class that prioritized memorization and debate skills. You simply had to memorize the cases and argue a side. As an honors student who maintained a 3.85 gpa, there was no reason you were at risk for failing this class. Well, maybe there was a reason.

Professor Hiromi Higuruma; taught Intro to Criminal Justice, Criminal Law I and II, even had his own firm and still took cases. The finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Since the first day of class, he walked into the lecture hall and your mouth dropped, your panties did too. It was so hard to focus every day when his long fingers traced his briefcase or adjusted his tie. Your mind wandered off to what it would feel like if they traced your body instead. It was a thought you’d carry to your bed as you wished his fingers were your own under the sheets.

It didn’t help that he was younger than most professors, only in his mid thirties while others were 50 pushing 60. Despite being in your early twenties, you felt like a teenager with raging hormones whenever you saw him.

You thought you were subtle enough, moved closer to the front on the second day and hadn’t done much else since. Until two weeks ago, you were running late and didn’t have time to change after the gym. You sat in the second row with rolled up gym shorts and a sports bra underneath a track jacket that you hadn’t even bothered to zip up. You noticed the way his eyes lingered a second too long and how he cleared his throat when he got to your name during attendance. You’d been sitting here in athletic attire ever since, reveling in the way his eyes always seem to find you during lectures.

To be honest, with the way you’d stare him down, it was only natural for him to glance back. He had been explaining an extra credit opportunity while you were staring at the bridge of his nose. He’d never given extra credit before, perhaps it was because he didn’t want you to fail. Higuruma had ask for a show of hands, a vote for those willing to participate. Justice had to be fair after all. When you hadn’t raised your hand, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You were looking right at him but not meeting his eyes, too busy thinking about riding that nose of his.

“Ms. L/n?” He spoke, his voice low and smooth. It brought you back to reality while simultaneously causing butterflies to wreak havoc in your stomach.

“Yes professor?” Your eyes widen, realizing you had been caught staring. No one in the class seemed to notice the heat rushing to your face.

“I’d like to meet with you after class.” He states, unconsciously glancing down at your attire. A burgundy gym set, shorts and a sports bra, jacket seemingly left behind today. He watched as you nodded slowly, noticing the light gulp.

Class continued on and he lectured as normal. You tried your best to take notes like the diligent student you were supposed to be. But your handwriting was shaky, nerves wracking you. To make matters worse, he had dismissed the class early, giving you less time to calm your mind. You packed up slowly, others filling out of the classroom feeling grateful for the early release. Higuruma looked at you as he closed his briefcase.

“Ms. L/n.” He said in that same voice from before. You looked up at him as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. “Do you mind accompanying me to my office?” He asked as he moved towards the door, hand over the knob. You nodded quietly and followed him through the building. As you trailed behind him, you caught a whiff of his cologne. A woodsy amber scent, kind of like an old book drizzled with honey— as if he couldn’t get any hotter.

Reaching his office, he opened the door for you to enter then closed the door behind him as the lock clicked. The room was larger than expected, walls minimally decorated with law degrees and newspapers of old cases. A bookcase stood in the corner next to a small leather couch that was perpendicular to his desk. He sat down and gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Sit.” He said calmly. You did so with the quickness of an obedient dog. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You’re smart.” He stated.

“Objectively.” Your response came before your brain could catch up. The nerves were overrunning you, crossing your legs to limit the movement. His lip turned up slightly.

“You are an honors student with a high gpa. Yet you are failing my class.”

“Criminal justice isn’t for everyone.” You shrugged. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Are you saying it’s hard?” He asked. “The board has asked me to adjust my syllabus several times, I know it is well within your capabilities.”

“I’m not a law major.” You barely defended yourself, too busy looking at the way his eyebrows scrunched. The only thing giving away his frustration.

“You’re distracted.” He deadpanned. “By what?” He crossed his arms.

“I’m not distracted.” You defended yourself with hace this time, it wasn’t hard for the lawyer to know you were lying.

“Come, show me your notes.” He held his hand out and you shook your head quickly, knowing the state of your notebook. “I saw you taking notes today, hand the book over Ms. L/n.” He insisted. You sighed before unzipping your bag and reluctantly handed him the yellow spiral notebook.

He opened it from the middle, flipping back to see your last written page titled ‘Raw and Older’. His eyebrows raised and he cleared his throat without looking at you. Skimming the page, he read some legitimate notes on the lecture mixed in with drabbles about himself— his eyes, his hands, a detailed description of your interest in his nose. Higuruma shut the book abruptly before sliding it back over to you.

“Professor Higuruma-” you started but he held up his hand.

“Y/n, would you like to pass this class?” He said your given name for the first time. His gaze held strong as he watched you nod. “Meet me another time, that way we can properly discuss the course of action to save your academic career. I will send you an email regarding the details.” He leans back in his chair, dismissing you.

“Yes, thank you professor.” You rose quickly and made your way to the office door.

“Ms. L/n,” he called after you. You turned around slowly and watched as his gaze slowly trailed your body. “Consider wearing… different attire.” You nod before taking your leave.

Later that evening, you received an email from him as promised. It was straightforward, a date, time and address. Friday evening at a cafe away from campus. Above his sign-off was a reminder about your clothes.

Pulling yourself together, you decided this would be the perfect opportunity for weaponized incompetence. What he should’ve said was that you needed more appropriate clothing than your athletic wear, but different just means no more gym clothes. Rummaging through your closet, you pulled out a skirt, one that showed even more of your legs than your gym shorts. Pairing it with a plain crop top, you tried it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Deciding that maybe if you can seduce him into fucking you, you can finally focus again. For now, you just had to wait til Friday.

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Should I continue?

[eclipxi]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You always said you liked his hands. Now he’s showing you what they can do. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ 𝙳𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Based on art by dickerystuf on IG

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

“Ryo-”

“That’s not my fucking name.” He cut you off sharply. Though that is his name— Ryomen Sukuna, he just didn’t want you to call him that.

“Sukuna, please.” You pleaded quietly. He had been blowing cool air on your pussy for 10 minutes now, watching your clit throb and jump each time he did so. You desperately needed him to touch you.

His hands gripped your thighs, hot to the touch, sharp black nails digging into you as he parted your legs. A clawed finger swiped up your slit. You gasped as it grazed you, collecting your arousal to bring to his lips. Then he did it again, bringing it to your lips, the only hint of fairness he’d displayed. Your lips closed around his finger, tongue swirling to gather the slick and effectively taste yourself. Pleased by your actions, Sukuna rewarded you with two fingers plunging into your core, nails blunted luckily.

A loud moan escaped your lips and he only smirked slightly. He fingered you slowly as your walls pulled his fingers deeper. “Gripping me like a slut.” He chuckled darkly. His other hand made its way to your neck, closing snuggly around your throat. “Feel how you’re squeezing me?” Your walls clenched tighter and he returned the favor to your throat. “Answer, brat.”

“Yes Sukuna,” you nodded hastily. His fingers curled upward, hitting that spot relentlessly as you soaked his hand. His mouth opened— not the one on his face, the one on the palm of his hand. Cursed tongue licking its lips before teasingly flicking your bud. Your breath hitched as you looked at his face, that mouth being pulled into a twisted smile as the other lapped up your wetness.

Moaning, your legs widened themselves. Your back arching to angle your cunt into his hand. “Filthy whore.” Sukuna spat as his fingers fucked you harder. His other hand released your neck to grab your breast, another tongue materializing to taste your skin. Leaning down, his actual mouth latched on to the other nipple. His sharp teeth grazed your areola, testing the waters.

But with three wet muscles at work, it doesn’t matter what he did. You would moan louder and pull him closer regardless. Your fingers curled in hair as you held him to your chest. He bit your breast, hearing you cry out as he drew blood. A low rumble released from his throat, his tongue circling your areola as he savored the metallic taste. The mouth on his left hand followed suit, the one on his right hand forced its way into your hole, exploring your walls along with his fingers.

“Kuna,” you whined, the only nickname he’d allow. You were feeling so much at once, he knew what you wanted. A kiss; something soft, affectionate. Something to balance it out, but Sukuna wasn’t giving that out right now. “Please…” you began to beg, tears began to fall. He wasn’t looking at you, his primary eyes closed as he still savored the taste of blood on your breasts. But the second set locked onto your tears, causing the first pair to shoot open.

His left hand grabbed your chin, mouth temporarily vanished while he forced you to look at him. You whimpered, the mouth on his right hand still at work with his fingers as he inched you towards the edge. “Keep crying for me. So pretty like that.” He murmured lowly before tasting your tears, his tongue hot against your cheek. You whined his name again. “So fucking needy.” He let go of your face, only to push his left hand to your lips. Cursed tongue returned only to force its way into your mouth. You had gotten your kiss but not the way you’d expected. It dominated you with little effort, leaving you to suck on it.

His right hand had never left your cunt, fingers and tongue taking turns ruining you. His fingers pummeled your spot as his hand’s tongue abused your clit. Your hips bucked and you gripped onto whatever you could as you went hurdling over the edge. His left hand leaving your mouth to hold you down as you rode out the euphoric waves, continuing to do so even after your orgasm had passed, morphing into overstimulation.

“It’s too much..” you whined.

“You take what I give you.” He said harshly as he didn’t let up. You felt something sharper build. Throwing your head back, you released your fluids. He pulled his hand away only to shove his face in its place. Lapping up your squirt and sucking your lower lips into his mouth. Your body shook, a tingling numbness taking over your skin. Sukuna moves up your body, finally giving you the kiss you’d been begging for.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, we’re just getting started.”

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That was something, huh?💀

[eclipxi]

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: After a long week of clinicals in the hospital, you’re studying for your next exam. Unintentionally, you’ve been ignoring your boyfriend, Hiromi. He has a lot to say about it when he finds you in the library late at night. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎.

⋆ Might be a prequel to 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

It felt like the longest week of your life. 12 hour clinical rotations at the cardiovascular ICU, three days back to back sandwiched between two double period classes on Monday and Friday. Naturally you were exhausted, but that didn’t stop you from dragging yourself to the library to study for midterms. You’d been locked in a study room for hours now, your reservation of the room being the only thing that gave you the willpower to go after eating at the dining hall.

Throughout this week, you seemed to forget you had a boyfriend. A year your senior and a criminal law student, you met Hiromi in this very library a little over a year ago. He’d been busy himself, organizing mock trials for other students in his major and interning at a nearby firm certain days after class. But law itself came easy to him, he was a prodigy at the top of his class. This meant he didn’t study as much, he had more time for you than before. But as fate would have it, you now had less time for him.

With your phone on Do Not Disturb, you didn’t even realize he’d been blowing it up. 14 missed calls and 9 texts. You were supposed to meet with him at the dining hall to eat together. Clearly you forgot since you ate early to be able to go to the library. Hiromi wasn’t worried, just annoyed. This wasn’t the first time you’ve blown him off since the semester started. He thought that you’d have more time with each other now that he entered his senior year, most of his academic hours were geared towards interning and prepping for the Bar Exam. He didn’t realize that your junior year meant more clinical hours as you prepped for residency.

He went to your dorm first, assuming he’d find you passed out on the bed or the couch but it had been vacant. He then checked your Instagram, looking to see if you had gone somewhere to hang out without telling him. Also not the first time he’d find out you’d ditched him via your story, but alas it says you haven’t been active in over 24 hours. Hiromi knew exactly where you were now, his feet carrying him to the library. The large modern building brightly lit but nearly empty, as to be expected at 11:30 at night. You weren’t by the white boards, nor were you by the computers. You must have reserved a study room, seeking out silence in the already quiet space.

Taking the elevator up one floor, Hiromi made his way to Study Room 212—the one you always reserved when you went together. The door doesn’t creak when he pushed it open, seeing you near laying on the table as you wrote in your notebook, looking up at your laptop.

“Seems you’re neglecting me for your studies.” Hiromi whispered as he entered fully, locking the door behind him. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Hiro!” You looked at him, sitting up quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“Hunting you down. I’ve called and texted several times, we were supposed to meet at the dining hall at 9.” He crossed his arms. You glanced at your laptop to check the date.

“Shit, you didn’t have to intern today.” You remembered with a sigh. He stalked closer to you, looking down from where he stood.

“You’ve been ignoring me all week, Y/n.” He spoke in a low tone. “Either take your phone off DND or add the emergency bypass to my contact.” He reached for your phone, unlocking it to show you how much he spammed you.

“I can’t have you blowing up my phone when I’m busy.” You muttered, as much as you wanted him to be able to contact you, he would always send several text when you couldn’t answer, calling when you didn’t respond to those either. He stood behind you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I won’t blow you up, love. I just want to be able to reach you. Unless you prefer I show up? Share your location.” He kissed your cheek. Both options were bad, but giving him the emergency bypass was better than him showing up at the hospital during your clinical hours. You opened your contact settings and changed it for him. “Thank you, sweetheart. Why don’t you give your brain a break from all this studying?” His lips moved to your neck, just below your ear. His hands around you as they dipped into your top, toying with your chest.

“Hiro, we’re in the library…” You whisper despite leaning into his touch.

“That just means you have to be quiet. You can do that, can’t you?” He’s already spinning your chair towards him. “Don’t you think I deserve your attention now? It’s only fair.” He kneeled in front of your chair, kissing your lips hungrily. Your hands on his shoulder pulled him closer, his torso between your legs as he was already tenting in his pants. You moved one hand to his collar, tugging on the sweater that he wore over a button up. He pulled it off and you undid the button up slightly before he brought your hand to where he needed you. His bulge was hard and thick under your palm. Unbuttoning his trousers, you pulled him out of his boxers, stroking the heavy length slowly. He groaned against your lips as you gripped him harder. “Angel, please…” he pulled away from your lips and stood up.

Leaned back against the wall, the tip of his cock felt your tongue swirl around it. Hiromi bit his lip to contain himself, hand in your hair as you took more of him into your mouth. “Shit, look at me.” He tugged your hair slightly. You looked up at him as you sucked languidly. His hand guided you, pulling your mouth onto him. Hips bucking when you hollowed your cheeks, he started to face fuck you. Hiromi held your hair tightly when he felt your throat close around his tip, it felt too good. He pulled you off of him and stood you up. A sloppy kiss ensued as his hand sneaked under your skirt, moving your panties aside as his fingers teased your folds. You moaned into the kiss, louder than intended. He pushed you up against the wall and lifted your skirt up. Looking down at your sopping cunt from behind you. “You have to be quiet, okay?” He whispered before kissing your shoulder.

He slipped into you, cushy walls welcoming him home as you both breathe out heavily. He moved slow at first, hand on your hips as your ass slapped against his pelvis. Then he picked up the pace, his hands bruising your hips as he restrained himself. You tried your best to keep quiet but it wasn’t good enough. A moan escaping when he tilted his hips to aim upwards. Hiromi clamped a hand over your mouth. “Too loud, you want someone to catch us, pretty girl?” His voice rumbled in your ear. Your walls clenched around him. “Oh you do? You like the idea of someone watching me take you in the library like a slut?” His head fell onto your shoulder. “Be a good girl and keep quiet.” He removed his hand from your mouth only for it to find your bundle of nerves, circling it as he pounded into you from behind.

Your hands clawed at the wall, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut to not make a sound. Your own walls clenched around him relentlessly as you got close, the feeling making Hiromi bite into your shoulder to stifle his groan. His thrust became erratic, two fingers abusing your clit as he forced you to cum first. His other hand left your hip to clamp your mouth shut again, knowing you’d moan out. You were pushed flat against the wall now. He moaned quiet and low as he pumped hot ropes into your core. He held you against the wall for a moment before slipping out of your used heat and pulling your panties back into place, letting the soiled fabric hold his cum as it leaked out of your hole.

“Now I gotta go change.” You said exasperated as your underwear felt uncomfortable against you.

“If you met me at the dining hall like you were supposed to, we would’ve done this in a bed.” Hiromi smirked.

“I had to study.” You shot back as you moved to pack up your stuff. Your legs were weak, making your gait unstable.

“I know, pretty girl.” He smiled at your struggle before deciding to help you. Packing your belongings into your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Come on, my dorm is closer.” His arm wrapped around your waist as you hobbled out of the library. The few students still left at that hour glancing at the two of you as you left. You knew you couldn’t show your face there for the next week. But you also knew that wouldn’t be the last time you stumbled out of the library together.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞... 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Higuruma went to the same high school. Now that a decade has passed, would you recognized him if your paths crossed?

✰ 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵 ⋆

⤹Part 1 ⤸

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You found yourself leaned back against Hiromi’s kitchen counter as he stood across from you, leaned against the island.

“Would it be wise to offer you a glass of wine?” He jested.

“No, but I’ll accept regardless.” You smile and he’s already reaching for two wine glasses. Looking around his place, it’s exactly what you expected it to look like— minimal but relatively modern. You turned around to look out the window, it was high enough to get a decent view of the city, the lights looked pretty from up here. You turned back towards him just as he finished pouring the chilled red wine. “Thank you.” You smiled, unable to ignore the way he watched as you took a sip. He raised an eyebrow. “It’s good.” You confirmed, realizing he was waiting for your opinion.

“Not as good as one fresh from Napa, I take it?” He responded, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“You knew I went to California?” You tilted your head.

“You studied at UC Berkeley.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, guiding you to sit with him on his couch. Now you were bewildered, you never told anyone where you ran off to after high school and sure a few people found out later that you left the country but you never thought Hiromi would know your Alma Mater.

“Are you a lawyer or a private investigator?” You laughed hesitantly. “You were ahead of me, no?”

“Two years ahead of you, yes. By the time you were in your second year of university, I was looking for internships. Instead, I did a semester abroad, at Berkeley. I was told that one of my juniors was somewhere around campus. When I realized it was you, I assumed you went through all that hassle to be left alone.” He sipped his wine as though he didn’t just drop a bombshell.

“We attended the same college for an entire semester and you said nothing?” You tilted your glass at him accusingly.

“You moved for the distance and autonomy. I respected that, as well as your seemingly questionable boyfriend at the time. It would be strange for me to contact you when we weren’t close in high school.” He shrugged. You stilled at the mention of a boyfriend, remembering how that ended and how you wound up here on Hiromi’s couch, why you were here. You cleared your throat and took a big gulp from your glass.

“You recognized me immediately, tonight that is.” You stated, it was a fact. One you’re now coming to terms with as you realized he had been close enough to never actually forget you.

“I recognized you as soon as I walked in.” He confirmed. “I sat at the bar to put myself in your line of sight, I could tell what your intentions were. The way you were looking around at everyone, like a predator looking for prey.” He sat his glass down on the coffee table and turned to you. “We were the youngest people in that bar. It’s not the place for you to traipse around. Playing predator when you’re at the bottom of the food chain.”

“So what, you were trying to save me? How sweet.” You laughed, taking another sip. As much as he seems to know about you, he was clearly unaware of your interest. As you pulled the glass away from your lips, he took it from you. He’s closer than he was when you originally brought it to your mouth, he set it down next to his own.

“No.” His hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze. “I was trying to be selfish.” He leaned in, kissing you with unbridled want. Taken by surprise, your eyes widened before fluttering closed as you pulled him closer. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. Both of you sighing into the kiss as you settled with your legs on either side of him. Hiromi’s hand cradled the back of your head as his tongue slid into your mouth, tightening around your hair as you sucked his tongue softly and he let out a low rumble.

Your hands tugged at his tie before you loosened it just enough to get to the buttons of his shirt. Pulling back for air, he chucked his tie and shrugged off his shirt before going back in. His hands wandered to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before pulling you impossibly closer. Your hips rocked gently. He groaned into your mouth as he held you down against the hardening bulge in his pants. Wrapping his arms around you, Hiromi stood and began to walk towards his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he laid you onto the bed before climbing over you.

He pulled away to pepper kisses down your neck as his warm hands slid under your top. He pulled your top over your head and cursed as his gaze fell on your chest, squeezing you softly through your bra. Kissing from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, Hiromi unclasped your bra blindly. His hands quickly cupped them as they fell, one hand playing with one as his mouth teased the other. Light kisses and tongue circling your areola before he finally took the peak into his mouth, sucking softly. You moaned quietly as you held his head to your chest, he pulls away only to switch and give equal attention to the other breast.

“So beautiful…” he murmured as he kissed down your abdomen. Looking up for approval, his fingers dipped into your pants, tugging them down and leaving you only in your panties. He sat up to admire the view, thumb teasingly grazing over the wet spot that only spread. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward and kissed the spot, his tongue darting out to taste the fabric. He slowly pulled down the underwear, kissing each new inch of exposed skin. Just when his lips were going to reach where you wanted them most, he pull away to full remove your panties.

Laying stomach down between your legs, he spread your thighs and pushed them back slightly, fully opening you to him. “Look away and I’ll stop.” He murmured as he hold eye contact with you. Without breaking it, he parted your folds with his tongue. The taste of you made him groan, the vibrations reverberating through you. You struggled to hold his gaze, the feeling of his tongue fucking you slowly made you grip his sheets. “You can touch me.” He spoke briefly. When you made no move to do so, he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh god,” you gasped and your fingers immediately pulled his hair,bringing him deeper into you. He pinned your legs further back, lapping at your core feverishly as his nose put a delicious amount of pressure on your clit. Your hips bucked as you got close. You tried to pull him away but he was adamant.

“I want to taste you.” He spoke into you, one of his hands slid up to caress your breast as his tongue brought you to your climax. Holding your legs in place, he drank you in, only stopping when you began to shake. Satiated, he pulled away while licking his lips. You immediately pulled him into a kiss, not caring about your taste on his lips. Your hands unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down the best you could. He pulled away from the kiss to tug his pants and boxers off in one go. Your eyes widened as his length stood proud and tall. Never in a million years would you have thought the quiet high school prodigy was so well endowed. He smiled slightly and pats your thigh. “I’ll go slow.” He reassured you.

Lying back with your hair sprawled against the pillows, he hovered over you. His manhood jumping with lust as the tip nears your entrance. Hiromi kissed you softly this time, an attempt to comfort you as the bulbous head bullies its way through your entrance, stretching you.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in.” He whispered, trailing kisses from your lips, to your cheek, and around your ear. You take a deep breath and he pushes in further, thumb circling your clit lightly to relax you. “That’s it…” he moaned and he bottoms out. He inspected your face, making sure you’re ok.

“Please, move..” you begged and he doesn’t hesitate. A chorus of moans flow out of both of you as he thrusts into you. “Fuck..” Hiromi sat back on his haunches as he pulled you closer. Using his hands on your waist, he slid you on and off of his cock.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” He groaned as he leans forward again, hitting deeper. You tilted your head back, baring your neck to him. Immediately, his hand moved to your throat. “Hmm? You want me to choke you, pretty girl?” You nodded your head quickly. He squeezed lightly and you moaned, he could feel the vibration of the sound against his hand. He squeezed a little harder and your eyes rolled back, he could feel you clenching around him, choking his dick in return. He groaned, “Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last.” Maneuvering you into a mating press, his thrust quicken, hits that spot.

“Hiromi, right there! Please don’t stop.” You gripped him, holding onto anything you could— his back, his shoulder, his neck.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.” He said but it came out rough. It was obvious that he was nearing his peak, but not before you unraveled beautifully beneath him. The pulsing of your gummy walls milking the cum straight out of him. He fucked through both of your orgasms before collapsing on top of you. After catching his breath, he pulled out. The sticky white liquid leaking out as he settled in the bed next to you, he laid on his back but his head was turned in your direction, admiring your profile as your eyes were momentarily closed. Feeling his gaze, you turned to look at him.

“I hope you know you may have just ruined me for all other men.” You chuckled. He laughed, truly laughed.

“That was entirely my intention.” He pulled you into him. “But this isn’t just a hookup. I would like to pursue you properly.” He mumbled into your hair.

“You want to date me?” You question, the concept almost sounding foreign now.

“Yes. I’ve gathered that you might not have had the best experience, so I understand your hesitance. But I ask that you take a chance anyway, let me prove that I can be better than whatever imbecile that failed you before.” He shifted back, looking at you properly. You took a moment, thinking about the events of tonight. Not just how it ended, but the prior banter, the chemistry even back at the bar.

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. He smiled slightly, but the real delight laid in his eyes, so expressive for a face that didn’t tell otherwise. You tucked yourself into him and you felt his lips slightly meet your forehead. Closing your eyes, you feel content. No longer chasing, just staying.

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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Seeing your college ex boyfriend again didn’t turn out the way you expected. ✰𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 .ᐟ

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It wasn’t even a reunion, those are for high school. You weren’t even the same major. Criminal law and medicine couldn’t be more different. Yet some twisted mind decided it would be a good idea to throw a big party for the alumni who graduated from the university a decade ago.

You didn’t even want to go, well aware that the sole purpose of this event was to boast about your accomplishments. Those in your cohort would bring their husbands, showing off their flashy wedding rings. But your best friend, the sole survivor of your college friend group, refused to let you stay home.

She didn’t give details about why she was so eager for your attendance, just claimed you wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.

Then you saw him, Hiromi Higuruma. Genius attorney and disfavored ex boyfriend.

To say things didn’t end well would be an understatement. No one knows how you two came across each other with the law and medicine buildings being on opposite sides of campus, perhaps your paths crossed in the library. Regardless, it felt like polar forces drew you in. One almost never had time for the other, each major being its own kind of demanding. Nevertheless, the two of you made it work… until it worked no longer.

Countless arguments, petty insults, irrational behaviors. All swept under the rug as you fucked your anger out in one of your dorms. After the third time, you knew it was toxic, thought it was better to take a break until you both had time for each other. Safe to say that notion pissed him off. When you argued, he never raised his voice. Yet he always knew just what to say to make it hurt, make it crash rather than land. And that day, it crashed like a meteor on fire.

That’s why he looked at you the way he did tonight. Rooted in place, downturned eyes piercing through you from across the room. He still remembered how angry you looked that day, how angry he felt. You had the audacity to curse him out, block him on everything, and walk out of his life. He couldn’t let you go now, not when he’s been waiting. All this time, letting you think you had the last word.

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“Ten years and you look exactly the same.” He muttered against your lips, kicking a basketball behind him towards the other wall of the gymnasium storage closet. He couldn’t be bothered turning the light on, focused on locking the door and pushing you against the wall.

“Wish I could say the same for you.” You murmured back, moaning as he bit your bottom lip in retaliation. His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake as his hands groped your chest through the satin dress you wore. Your arms hung on his shoulders, feeling natural and nostalgic. “Ah!” You gasped as he bit your neck, sucking the area to leave a mark. Claiming what he has no right to. “Still so petty.” You teased as he pushed you harder against the wall, shutting you up with a searing kiss.

“Should’ve joined me as a lawyer with that smart mouth of yours.” He said lowly as he hiked your dress up.

“Why, so you could get paid to be conniving and argue with me all day?” You shot back with a smirk. He rolled his eyes.

“Always have a comeback, don’t you?” He skipped the pleasantries, pulling your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers into your core. Watching as your mouth falls and a soft moan leaves your lips. “You’re soaked, all this for me?” He smirked, not wasting time as he slips them in and out. His thumb circling your clit as you grip his arm for stability. “Can’t answer, huh?”

“Fuck you…” you said breathily, your defiant nature still shining through.

“Don’t worry, you will.” He removes his fingers from your heat. You don’t miss the way he sucked them clean quickly as he kneeled and fully pulled your underwear off, bunching your short dress up at your hips as he exposed you to him. He breathed out, hot air hitting you before an agonizingly slow lick up your slit. You bit your lip as not to moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he saw it, his big dark eyes watching your slightest reaction— because he knew better than to expect you to let him know how good it feels, how much you want more.

He gave another slow lick, tongue flattening as it reaches the top and your knees lock up. Nudging your legs wider, he sucked your clit into his mouth. “Shit…” your fingers immediately laced themselves in his hair, he chuckles. “Don’t be a tease, Hiromi.” Hearing you call him by his given name after so long gave him drive. Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, he dove in properly. Devouring you like a man starved, like he’d been waiting years to taste you again. Hiromi’s tongue probed into your core while the bridge of his nose rubs against your bud. You couldn’t help but rock slightly against his mouth, grinding against the hook of his nose. He groaned into you as you tug his hair, needed him closer as you get close yourself. A whine escaped you as he pulls away.

“If you’re cumming, it’s going to be around my dick.” He rose to his feet and began to unbuckle his pants. Impatiently, you yanked his fly down and dipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down, his erection sprang free. Aching and nearly red as it stood upright against his stomach. He hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist as he held you up against the wall. For a moment it was quiet, the music blasting in the gym sounds distant from the storage closet. Both of you held your breath until he sank himself into your plush walls. He let out a low groan, almost strangled. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me.” He pushed through despite the resistance. “Been a while, huh sweetheart?” He joked.

But it really has been a while. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the last time you actually had sex. You realize he was the last time. You let 10 years go by and didn’t bother getting laid. He could tell, of course he could. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as the taste of you lingers on it. He thrusted his hips, pulling back to look at your face as he drilled into you. “Look at you. I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this again, angel.” He flipped the positioning of his hand so he could pin your thigh back, changing the angle to hit deeper.

“Hiro… please.” You moaned out. He groaned as he pressed his body against yours. His head tucked into your neck as he left marks to contain his own moans.

“You can’t just call me that… you’re gonna be the death of me.” He drilled into you relentlessly, the old nickname stirring his heart and making his dick twitch. Hiromi was on the edge of ruin. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, putting pressure on your clit as you clenched around him. You were right there and he was right there with you. “Say it again…” his voice came out hoarse.

“Hiro, I’m gonna cum,” Your nails dug into his back through his dress shirt.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” The combination of his finger rubbing your clit and his dick hitting that spongy spot was more than enough to send you hurdling over the edge. A moan of his name escaped you as your walls spasmed around him. The feeling tipped him over and Hiromi spilled into you. Groans turned into moans and moans became weak as he rutted through both of your highs, prolonging them until they neared overstimulation. Finally his hips stilled and you both caught your breath. “I missed you, I haven’t touched anyone since you left.” He admitted quietly, his forehead resting against yours.

“You missed this,” You corrected. “Because you haven’t touched anyone since I left.” He scoffed, leaning back to look at you.

“I meant what I fucking said. Don’t twist my words.” He sighed. “I missed you. You may have left me physically but you stayed with me in my mind. I haven’t even looked at another person in ten years. All I wanted was you.”

“Hiromi…” You started but he cut you off.

“I love you. Not I think I love you, not I love this. I love you. I have since then.” He held you still, looking into your eyes. You held his gaze, your hand coming up to his face.

“I love you too.” You smiled, he broke out into a grin, one you hadn’t seen since all those years ago.

“Good, because I’m not letting you walk away this time. I already pocketed your panties.” He chuckled as you smacked him playfully.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Higuruma went to the same high school. Now that a decade has passed, would you recognized him if your paths crossed?

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You barely remember high school. It’s not that you weren’t there— because you were, but it was just so long ago. You no longer speak to any of your former classmates, in fact, you moved abroad immediately after graduation to go to some foreign university. But now you’re back.

After being gone for so long, it feels like everything and nothing has changed. You certainly have changed though. The extroverted girl, who always had something to say, was quieter now. Still fiery but weary, worn down by rigorous academics and tumultuous relationships. You’ve sworn off all men, labeling yourself as emotionally unavailable to maintain your sanity.

Well, you’ve sworn off dating all men. Sex is an innate desire, in all its carnality.

That’s how you found yourself here. Sitting in the corner of a dim lit bar, three lemon drops deep and looking for the lucky soul who was going to take you home tonight. You felt as though you were too old for the club, or at least the men you wanted to fuck were. The candidate pool wasn’t looking particularly promising until he walked in.

A black suit, tie— green maybe? It was too dim to tell, but what you could tell is that those hangdog eyes and that dark head of hair were exactly what you needed tonight. You downed your drink, the alcohol being the only way your extroversion could find its way back, call it liquid courage. Watching him as he settled himself at the bar, leaning forward with his hands laced over his mouth. For a moment, you reconsidered; the man looked like he had come to decompress after a long day. But as the liquor settled in your stomach, you found yourself walking towards the bar.

You perched yourself one seat over, still lacking the gall to plop directly next to him. Waving the bartender over, you ordered your fourth drink of the night. The man glanced at you, it was a nanosecond longer than something brief or fleeting, so you looked back at him. He truly did look tired, exhausted in an attractive way.

“Rough day?” You said softly, felt more like a statement despite the question in your tone. He stilled almost imperceptibly before his shoulders visibly slumped.

“I suppose. Then most days would be considered rough.” He replied, his voice low and smooth like satin. As he lowered his hands away from his face, you saw that aquiline nose up close, admiring it for a moment.

“Most days, huh? Guess your stress is work related?” You tilted your head.

“A wise assumption.” The bartender saw you conversing and placed your drink between the both of you. Directly in front of the stool that you left unoccupied, you remind myself to leave a heavy tip later as you slid over into that seat. He glanced between the full glass and your face before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Are you drinking that straight?” You almost grimaced. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, amused with my disdain.

“Neat. Like you inferred, rough day.” You could hear the humor despite the fact that he was correcting your terminology.

“Sorry, I’m not versed in mixology lingo.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you leaned closer.

“Word choice is crucial in my profession.” He stated plainly.

“What are you, an author or a lawyer?” You raise an eyebrow. His lip quirks again.

“The latter. And you? Are you an architect?” He asks. Your head whips back around to look at him, your laugh halted instantly.

“How did you…” He smiles slightly. “You know, you vaguely remind me of someone.” You say as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Is that so?” He tilts forward, making his irises move upward slightly. An image flashes in your mind, a quiet boy, maybe a year or two ahead of you. He sat at a computer in a library, looking up at you almost the same way. It clicks.

“You went to my high school.” Your mouth hangs agape slightly.

“I suppose I kept to myself too much to be considered memorable, L/n.” He takes another sip of his whiskey, larger this time.

“No, no. I just barely remember high school as a whole.” You laughed honestly. “We had a class together right? It was.. um..” You snap your fingers trying to remember.

“Internship. Less of a class, more of a free period to run errands for the teachers.” He jogged your memory.

“Right! You were always in the library when I came to use the printer.” You nod vigorously as you see it in your mind.

“I was assigned to the librarian. She never needed anything so I read and looked at court trials the whole period. You always came in to print your design plans. If I remember correctly, you were assigned to the art teacher.” He finishes his glass. Your face flushes, embarrassed that you didn’t recognize him, even more so since you couldn’t remember his name.

“Well, nice to meet you, again. I’m Y/n L/n.” You stick your hand out towards him. He takes it, large hand radiating warmth as it comes in contact with your own, cold like a corpse.

“Likewise, Hiromi Higuruma.” His name rings a bell, the last piece of the puzzle that is your faded memory.

“Hiromi…” you repeat softly, testing it out. You look at him properly now, he doesn’t look incredibly different at all. His hair is nearly the same, that nose of his surely hasn’t changed. His eyes maybe, minimal emotion in them— dry and aged like a fine wine. You’ve been staring for too long, he clears his throat as he realizes you’re checking him out.

“You want to get out of here?” The words come out of your mouth before you register them. His eyes widen slightly, the straightforwardness catching him off guard.

“You always were so forward even then.” He smirks. Waving over the bartender, he pays his tab and your own before standing. Words aren’t required as you rise yourself and follow him out of the bar.

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Part 2 ⤻

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