Operation: Himiko’s Intervention (Get the Exes Back Together)
This is Part Two from Part One
Pairing: Baby Daddy Pro Hero!Touya X Pro Hero!Reader
Word Count: 1.4K+ OOPS
Thank you @perfectly-m1saligned for letting me ramble about BD Touya to you. This wouldn’t have existed without you from our conversation days ago.
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Nothing could have mentally prepared you for what was happening right in front of you.
It was Himiko’s turn to present for “Hear Me Out Night,” where people ramble about anything their heart desires.
Apparently, Himiko had chosen emotional and psychological warfare.
You should’ve known the question she asked a couple of weeks ago would come back to bite you.
“Would you ever get back with Touya?”
All you said was, “I don’t know. Maybe in the future.”
Now look at you.
The projector flickered on, and an old picture of you and Touya at the Hero Gala filled the wall behind Himiko. Both of you look painfully attractive and disgustingly in love.
Across the top, in bold glittery letters with animated sparkles, read: TOP 20 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD GET BACK TOGETHER WITH TOUYA
You stared at the screen.\
Then at Himiko.
Then back at the presentation.
“I am lea—”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Himiko gasped dramatically. “You said this is a no-judgment zone!”
You stared at her in disbelief.
Your eyes flicked toward the door, silently calculating your chances of escape…only to see Magne standing directly in front of it.
“Traitor,” you muttered under your breath, readjusting your position.
Himiko took that as a sign of defeat.
“Hold all thoughts, objections, emotional breakdowns, until the end of the presentation,” she declared, pushing up her fake glasses while wearing an oversized fangirl “shipper” shirt.
You froze. It had been years since you’d seen that ship name anywhere, especially on merch.
It was the name your fans and his had created to support your relationship… along with the truly unhinged, die-hard ones. They had even made merchandise, blending your costume colors with Touya’s.
Slowly, you glanced around the room.
And that’s when it hit you.
You were completely cornered.
Every single person was wearing the shirt.
There was no way out of this.
All you could do was sigh, sink deeper into the couch in your pajamas, and take a long sip of wine.
This was going to be a long, dreadful night.
You need more wine…no scratch that.
You needed vodka…. a lot of it.
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Touya waited for you to answer the door after ringing the bell, already dressed in his hero costume. He was on his way to his agency to check in with his staff before heading out for patrol.
While he waited, he watched his son. The boy’s brand-new cape, Touya, had gotten him during their trip to the arcade fluttering dramatically behind him. He struck a pose, wearing Touya’s gloves that looked ridiculously oversized on his small hands, but that didn’t stop his imagination.
The door finally opened, revealing you in your pajamas, clearly half-asleep. You rubbed your eyes, squinting against the sunlight.
Your son immediately tried to make a break for it with the gloves, but Touya already knew what the brat was planning. He waited until the boy got close enough before snatching him up off the ground, tickling him mercilessly before setting him back down.
"Gloves,” Touya said, holding out his hand.
With a pout, the boy raised his hands, letting Touya slide the gloves off. Touya ruffled his hair, and the boy let him, white strands sticking up in every direction.
"Be good to your mom."
The white haired boy nodded before running back into the house without another word.
Touya’s attention shifted back to you. You were watching your son as he ran inside and up the stairs after kicking off his shoes. Normally, you would’ve scolded him…but you didn’t.
Something was off.
“You’re unusually quiet. Did something happen over the weekend?” Touya leaned against the doorframe, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you. He didn’t miss the way you seemed… hesitant.
“Not really, but…” You looked down at the floor before meeting his gaze again.
“Is it true you haven’t been in a relationship since us?”
Touya paused…. this felt like a trap….
You are either confirming something or fishing information.
"It's true…have you?"
Two can play this game.... but it was the relief on your face that caught him off guard.
“That’s almost five years,” you said, disbelief slipping into your voice. “You’re telling me you never entertained anyone at all?”
“There were a few failed dates, if that counts,” Touya admitted. “I couldn’t do it. And most of them had terrible personalities.”
You met his eyes and smiled softly. “Same here. A few failed dates.”
You leaned against the doorframe across from him, lips twitching like you were holding back a smile.
“Such a shame,” you said lightly. “I would’ve thought there’d be a line for you.”
You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Weren’t you called the sexiest bachelor Pro Hero of the year?”
Touya blinked at you once before letting out a quiet, amused huff through his nose.
“My standards are kinda high now,” he replied. “Especially with the brat in the picture. Gotta pick someone who can actually keep up… be a role model.”
A brief silence settled between you.
Then, out of nowhere……
“Are you free Thursday or Friday for dinner?"
The question came so smoothly it almost didn’t register in his brain. Touya’s eyes widened slightly. His smile dropped as he stared at you, processing.
“…As a date?” he asked, brows pulling together, head tilting in that familiar, confused way.
“Yeah. I’m asking you out.” Your confidence wavered just a little. “You can say n-”
“Thursday,” Touya cut in immediately. “But I’m picking the place.”
You blinked, surprised, before narrowing your eyes. “I asked you out. I get to choose the spot.”
“I don’t care,” he shot back. “You can pick on the second date.”
Your brows lifted. “How can you be so sure there’s going to be a second date?”
Touya stepped a little closer, something more serious slipping into his expression. He invaded your space without hesitation, fingers brushing against your hair as he slowly pushed a stray strand back into place. Purposely lingering just a second longer than necessary as he smoothed it down.
His lips curved, eyes half-lidded with that lazy, knowing look.
“Because,” he murmured, voice dipping just enough to tease, "I'm not letting you go as easily as I did before.”
You froze for a second, your brain trying to catch up to what he was doing….
He was flirting with you. The realization hit, and a small, flustered laugh slipped out.
“Oh. Wow. Okay… that was surprisingly smooth."
You pushed at his chest, but that only made it worse. Solid, warm, and way too distracting. Touya didn’t even budge, if anything, he looked more entertained.
You stared at him. “…You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah,” he hummed, clearly pleased with himself. “You used to like that.”
Your face warmed under the way he kept looking at you. Too steady, too amused, like he was watching your reactions on purpose.
… God what have you done….
You broke eye contact first. Touya’s smirk deepened, his gaze flicking down for a split second before coming right back up. As if he wasn't checking you out in your all morning glory.
“Anytime, (favorite pet name),” he added, leaning in just enough to be annoying about it.
“So,” he said, finally pulling back like he hadn’t just been messing with you, casually shoving his gloves into his pocket, “who’s watching the brat?”
“Himiko volunteered,” you said, still trying to regain your composure. “She’s watching him with her girlfriend. Don’t you have work to get to?”
“I do.” He took a step back, but his eyes lingered, amused, like he was memorizing your expression. “I’ll text you later, okay?”
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Meanwhile…
In the hospital breakroom, a blonde girl in a nurse uniform sat scrolling through her phone, bored out of her mind as she picked at her lunch.
Her phone buzzed.
A loud screech immediately escaped her as she shot up, her chair clattering loudly behind her. She bounced in place, clutching her phone to her chest in full fangirl fashion.
“I don’t know what your menace vampy ass did, but thank you.”
She already knew exactly what it was about and she couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face as she let out another excited squeal.
She immediately dove into her group chat, thumbs flying across the screen as she spammed the news.
Within seconds, her phone exploded with notifications. Messages piled in one after another. With all caps lock, emojis, voice notes, chaos, memes.The group chat turned into instant upror, matching her energy word for word as the excitement snowballed.
Who knew all it took was a presentation to force you to face reality that you were still in love with him……
I wanna be high all the time would you come with me?
In which Plug!Choso can't seem to follow family policy and always lets you get away with not paying...with money, that is ;)
Warnings: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, cunnilingus, talks of weed, criminal activity, swearing, talks of 'whoring oneself out', Choso gets used and abused here but when does he not in my fics, premature ejaculation (Choso can't help it poor thing), features Sukuna, a little crack, college au, non-curse au, not proofread
Word Count: 2.7k
Art by einruji__ on insta
“No, not this time.”
You groan. “What? No, come on. Just whip your dick out and let me suck it a little.”
Plug!Choso’s fingers drum on his steering wheel, the paint on his nails almost completely scratched off. “Can’t. Sukuna throws a fit every time the money doesn’t add up — somehow he can tell when I’ve put in my own money.”
The era of getting free weed in exchange for the oldest currency there existed in the history of humanity has really ended, it seems.
Back in the good ol’ days, you’d slide your panties down your legs in the janitor’s closet and hand it over to him for a baggy, give him a messy blow job behind the bike shed till he blacks out and can’t stop you from snatching what you’re owed, let him suck on your tits in one of the art rooms and call you mommy, or grant him an hour of sketching your pussy for some thing or the other.
Now, he actually expects you to pay up.
Curse the greedy Ryomen bastard — his family’s so stinking rich that he should never have had to resort to drug distribution. He just does it for the love of the game, for control. Running a campus-wide empire must make him so fucking hard.
Guess he’s been especially hard up on his lil cousin because of you. Guilt should consume you, and yet only frustration does.
Sitting in the passenger seat, you shake his arm with a whine. “But, Cho. I’ve got a super hard exam coming up; I need it to calm me.”
Plug!Choso pulls his arm away from you, crossing them altogether so you can’t touch him. “Sorry, I can’t. I’m serious this time. He’s still mad at me for last time, says he’s embarrassed to have such a spineless loser in the family. I’m on the last straw as it is.” He sighs at the memory. “You should go.”
Nah.
Manicured nails poke his beefy bicep, trailing upwards. Goosebumps rise on his skin. He frowns.
“Choso…”
With a groan, he inches away, pressing himself to his window to get as far away from your wandering hand as possible. “Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what, silly boy?”
Plug!Choso’s messy pigtails bounce with his sudden panic. He’s growing redder in the face, messing up his usual blank expression. “Like that! Like you’re gonna make me eat you out for two hours just for some weed again.”
Since you got into his car, he’s been avoiding your eyes. Maybe he knew you’d come dressed basically like a hooker — tight shirt that hangs low to reveal ample cleavage, tighter skirt that doesn’t even cover your panties when you sit, and his favourite: fishnet tights.
Pouting, you drag your nails to his chin. You grip it firmly and force him to face you. Now that he’s looking at you, all of you, the fight in his eyes waver, washing away Sukuna’s threat and leaving behind only his unbridled desire for you.
Hook.
“Chosito,” you drawl, “are you saying you don’t enjoy eating my pussy out? That’s hurtful.”
Line.
His lashes flutter, lips parting like he’s your puppy and you’ve rubbed at a good spot. “N-no…love your pussy…love your taste.”
Sinker.
You grin, devilishly. “Prove it.”
Adjusting the seat back, reclining all the way down, and parting your legs wide, you beckon him over. He all but scampers to your side, slotting his muscular self in the tight spot between your thighs. You can’t count how many times you’ve ended up in this position. Most times, it’d been for weed. Other times, you’re not afraid to admit, had been because he’s just really fucking good at eating pussy.
Cold metal stings your skin when he grips the pudge of your legs. You hiss.
Plug!Choso says, “Sorry,” before rubbing warmth into your inner thighs. He runs his hands up and down. “I like when you wear fishnets.”
“‘cause they make my thighs pretty?”
“Hmm. Also ‘cause they feel nice against my cheeks.”
You smile. “That’s dirty, Cho.”
He shrugs. Lacking any ounce of hesitation, he rips a hole in your tights, baring you just a layer more to his hungry eyes. His thumb grazes your slit through the material. You fight the urge to squirm. “Dirtier than you wearing lacey, purple panties for me?”
You hum. “I wanted you to have a good view.”
“I hate that you know I like it when you say things like that,” he mutters, breath teasing the sensitive skin. “I hate that you know I’ll always cave in.”
Then, he yanks your panties to the side and wastes no more time. An experienced tongue works its way between your swollen lips, spreading them open with his fingers so he may lap at your entire slit.
“Oh god!”
“Mmm, missed this,” he moans.
His tongue piercing scrapes through the heated flesh, the coldness a sharp contrast. It provides the perfect friction against your clit, drawing it out of its hood. Not many men have a tongue piercing, or can even pull it off. But he…he can more than pull it off; he’s practically the CEO of tongue fucking piercings.
And there’s no faking the wetness gushing out of you.
Honestly, you don’t even like weed that much. You just like this game you play; the prize is always too damn good. Maybe you’re absolutely insane to play with his attraction, but maybe he’s more so because he can never seem to say no.
Not to you at least.
“Suck my clit, Cho,” you ask, growing more and more into it than you had planned.
“You’re so bossy,” he grumbles, though he does exactly as you say.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you guide him, rubbing his face and nose to where you need him most. He’s so pliable under your touch, not a second of resistance. Such a good boy. “You -mm- love it.”
Plug!Choso’s drinking up your dripping juices like it’s his last meal, like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and he has no intention of letting you go until he’s had his fill. His gluttony fogs up the windows more as rain drizzles over the metal shell.
It’s always like this with him: he says no, you look at him a little wrong, and then he gives in, as though depriving himself of using your body for his own pleasure is such a crime against humanity that he’d be doing the world a disservice by not making you cum.
“Tastes so good,” he mumbles against your clit. “Better than weed.”
“Nothing’s better than weed,” you moan.
His pretty eyes meet yours, all clouded and glossy and half-lidded so quickly. “You’re wrong.” The sincerity, the adamant assertion, the genuine belief in his raspy voice has your back arching off the leather of his fancy sports car.
He’s positively making out with your pussy — there’s no other way to describe it. He’s kissing and tonguing your clit and hole as if he’s channeling all his frustrations and devotion to where you’re most sensitive. Every time you’ve abandoned him after getting what you want, every time you’ve ignored him out in public, every time you’ve gotten him into trouble. He uses all of it against you.
Sluuuuuurrrp! Sluuuurrrpppp!
His name escapes your lips with a sharp cry. “More!”
Plug!Choso snickers against your pussy. “Sukuna’s gonna hate when he smells pussy on my breath. You know, he kidnapped Yuji for a weekend as punishment when I left your pink polka dot thong in his bed after I came in it?”
You laugh too, breathily, petting his head with a slight twinge of pride. “Yeah? Is that why I never got one of my favourite panties back?”
“No, I just kept it.”
“Along with seven of my other panties?”
“I’m building a collection,” he says simply.
Two nimble fingers work their way inside your pulsing hole, stretching past the rough pleats at the entrance. There’s only the slightest sting before your back arches at the pressure. You mewl.
“You’re so tight,” he says, marvelling like it’s the first time he’s ever felt you. “So warm…so fucking wet. God, I wish I could live in here forever.”
Mischievously, you reply, “You could…for free weed”
“Family-only privilege, sorry,” he playfully retorts, not sounding sorry at all. How can he when he’s too distracted with forcing squelches out of your cunt like he’s conversing with it? “So loud, so fucking dirty” he whispers. “Sounds so pretty. Love this pussy.”
“My g-spot, Cho,” you breathe out. “Do that thing I -ngh!- like.” When he curls his slender fingers, prodding at that spot inside you that has the whites of your eyes taking over, you yell out his name.
Plug!Choso pants, like he’s equally as delirious with euphoria as you are. The car shakes with your combined squirming. “Love the sound of my name on your lips. Always sounds so good. Say it again. Please.”
“Choso!”
He groans. “Thank you, baby.”
Thank god the school parking lot is usually empty on Tuesday nights. Although the windows have fogged up, you’d never risk being seen in such a scandalous position. This is reserved for late nights you’ll add to your list of college regrets.
Plug!Choso hikes up your leg so he can press in deeper, ramming a barrage of attacks at that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. “Faster? Deeper? Let me hear your voice. Tell me what to do. Boss me around. Tell me how to please you, to make you go fucking crazy. Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. Tell me everything. I want it all.”
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck Choso!”
“More,” he demands, pleads. “Give me more. Give me all of it.”
Your vision blurs. You scream.
SPLASH!
Eyes dark, not a hint of humanity in them anymore, he scrambles over your body to do one of his most favourite things: making you taste yourself. A gulp-full of your cum is shoved inside your mouth. You taste your own sweetness and tanginess, moaning into his mouth and letting his pierced tongue explore the moist cavern like he had with your pussy.
Below the belt, he hurriedly unbuckles his belt, unzipping his ripped jeans, and freeing his already rock-hard cock. A wet patch meets your skin.
Your bleary eyes flutter.
“Did you…”
Plug!Choso nods, not the least bit ashamed. “Sorry.”
Man, you’d forgotten he has inhuman recovery speed.
He yanks a condom down his heated length, prodding your entrance. Inch by inch, he enters you. Together, you moan. He’s so fucking big it steals your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. The stretch stings a little, but not so much that you don’t relish every second he’s filling you up.
It’s only a moment that he bottoms out and he’s quickly pulling out so that only his very tip is inside before he rams it to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
Your skin slap together, rocking the car so passionately that if anyone’s walking past, they’ll know exactly what’s happening inside. The thought has you creaming on his cock.
“Sogoodsogoodsogood,” he mumbles up at the roof of his car, head bumping into it, like a mantra.
You bite down on one of his chains, peering up at him. “Use me, Choso. Fuck me hard, baby.”
“N-no, don’t say -hngh!- things like that.”
When he hits at a particular sensitive spot inside you, you clench down hard, unable to help yourself.
“S-shit!”
Plug!Choso groans, shuddering. The leather by your head creaks with the strain of his fingers digging into the material. “Nononono, fuck!”
He slumps into the crook of your neck, hips halting their movement.
One clench.
Just one, and he’s tapping out.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bashfully and wholly humiliated, “I did it again.”
Cooing, you pet his head. “It’s okay. You can repay me with weed.”
Plug!Choso groans for a different reason. “Almost forgot why you’re here. You have a serious problem.”
“Says the one-stroke wonder.”
“...Shut up.”
.
.
.
Plug!Choso smacks his head against the steering wheel. “I’m dead.”
“Are you actually scared of your cousin? You know he can’t do anything to you, least of all kill you, right? He’s all talk.” You tuck the fresh bag he got from the boot of the car between your tits, smiling like you’d been given the world.
Dryly, he says, “You clearly don’t know him very well.”
You don’t debate that; your interactions with the pink-haired man have been limited, thank god. But you still know him well enough to know he is, in fact, batshit crazy. You’ve seen that man hold a guy under water in the pool of a frat house during a party until people had to pull him off. Pretty sure there’s a rumour going around that he kicks puppies for fun too.
Knock.
You yelp.
A blur at his window prompts a wince from him. With heavy reluctance, he rolls it down. “Hey…”
Like all the talking had summoned him, pink hair comes into view. So does a scowl. “Don’t fucking ‘hey’ me you fucking loser.” His gloomy gaze slides over to you. “What the fuck are you doing here? Whoring yourself out for weed again?”
“No,” you mumble, pulling your skirt down a little.
Sukuna’s nose crinkles. “Don’t lie to me, you dumb bitch; It smells like pussy and STDs in here.” He turns back to his cousin. “Tell me you haven’t given Miss Druggie over there any of our weed.”
Plug!Choso says, “I haven’t.”
The other man’s eyes narrow. “You’re a shit liar.”
At that, your plug keeps quiet. Though not an ounce of fear radiates off him, he is smart enough not to say anything that’ll earn him more smacks against the head than what’s already coming for him, or something of the sort.
Frustrated, Sukuna stands to his full height outside the car and runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m losing my mind here. Does no one have any entrepreneurial instincts?” He pops his head back in, fixing you a glare that could kill. “Get the fuck out. Walk home, get held at gun point by a hobo, or trip and scrape your knee — I don’t fucking care. Just get outta here and quit exploiting my loser cousin.”
Exiting the car, you rub at your arms to generate some warmth. At least it’s stopped raining. With the car between you, you return Sukuna’s scowl right back at him. “Leave him alone.”
Sukuna waves you off. “Yeah, yeah. Oh, and if he tests positive for anything, and I mean anything, I’ll personally make sure you never graduate from any respectable university.”
“I’m clean, asshole. Worry about yourself — everyone knows you have syphilis and that’s why you’re so highstrung.”
Sukuna growls out, pulling at his hair, “Fucking Gojo Satoru, that piece of twink shit.”
Rolling your eyes, you bend down to whisper a ‘bye, Choso’ through the window. He does a half-nod, slyly tucking your panties into his pocket. Guess you’re gonna be walking home pantyless again. “I’ll see you around, ‘kay?”
“Liar,” he says without any real heat to it.
Metres away, you can still hear their pretty one-sided conversation, and you fight to stifle a laugh.
“If you want pussy so fucking bad, then buy yourself a pocket pussy, you absolute disgrace. Don’t fucking beg me to make you one of my drug goons just so you can get in her cheap ass panties and then fuck me over by shorting me.”
“Sorry.”
“Say that without a raging boner next time and I might believe you. God, why must my family be so fucking stupid? What did I do to deserve this? Was I some war criminal in my past life? A mass murderer, or something?”
“Probably.”
“Shut the fuck up and quit looking at her ass — look at me, you idiot…Fuck, go rub one out; I can’t take you seriously with a boner damn near poking my eye. You disgust me.”
Naoya is mean, and even his own son is not safe from his shit.
“He might create a hole through the world with how fat he is,”
Naoya says bluntly, chestnut eyes fixed on the baby breastfeeding. His chubby fingers gripping the fabric of your kimono.
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” he scoffs, shifting closer as he sits across from you on the narrow wooden engawa that wraps around the garden. “Holding you like that, he looks like he’s worried the food’s going to explode.”
You roll your eyes, lips twitching slightly.
The zenin estate is alive with wind today. The garden’s breeze slips through your hair, brushing against bare skin, while flower kissed bushes sway gently below the open edge of the engawa. You sit close to that edge, the wooden floor warm beneath you, feeling grounded yet open to the garden’s sights and scents.
“He’s going to need every ounce of energy if he’s to be the heir’s heir,” you say matter of factly.
Naoya seems pleased at your words, leaning closer. One leg folds beneath him on the wooden floor, the other dangling off the edge, toes almost grazing the green garden below.
“I suppose you’re right,” he murmurs, bringing a slim, pale hand to the boy’s hair. His brows twitch as he smooths the soft black strands. “His hair is growing fast.”
“Mmm, w-”
“AGH! What the fu—” His protest dies mid word as he meets your sharp glare. Kissing his teeth, he spits, “He fu… he bit me!”
“Don’t be dramatic, Nao. He’s a baby. It couldn’t possibly hurt.” You shift slightly, bringing a hand to cup your son’s face. His full soft cheeks fill your palm as he has stopped feeding, now cooing. “Besides, it’s barely anything. You can just see the ends.”
“Don’t brush off moments like this as nothing. If it were anyone else-”
“But it’s not. It’s your son. And he’s a baby.”
A soft silence falls. You don’t see it, but his lips twitch, holding back a smirk.
As much as he hates to admit it…
Beneath all the arrogance, the bravado, the endless posturing. This sight is more than he could have imagined. You, the baby, the quiet domesticity, the cooing, and soft clapping… it’s beyond a dream.
hi I love your account and your headcanons they're goated anyway can you make sfw. And Nsfw headcanons for Kabuto ( barely anybody talks about this nerd ugh ) anyways love you
Oh em gee of courseeee love yew beybee sorry it’s so short
So Kabuto isn’t the most…affectionate lover but he makes it up with his loyalty best believe once you prove to him that you are his and his alone he becomes very very very passionate.
He prefers for a more traditional approach in partner he wouldn’t be opposed to a fellow shinobi but would prefer a civilian to always cook for him and be ready to listen to his evil plans with no judgement (maybe a little)
He runs his hand through his s/o hair no matter how long or short it’s his little sign of affection which is probably the most you’ll get out of him
His opinion on marriage is neutral on one hand it seems like a hassle to stop his work and research to plan a wedding but seeing his s/o so happy and ready to begin a new chapter of life with him just warms his heart.
NSFW
His favorite position is cowgirl just watching his partner bounce up and down is enough to get him to bust on the spot
He’s a giver not a reciever he likes going down on his s/o enjoying every second of it going for hours at the time
He’s a bit loud kind of obnoxious with it but hey it’s kind of hot.
Aftercare for him is just sitting up and hugging his partner just basking in their shared presence
Overall Kabuto can be selfish but he loves you, too much to let you go
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