ଳ in which GOJO satoru eats you out in the back of ijichi's car. 18+ mdni.
⤷ cw: oral (f receiving); exhibitionism; fingering; trash talking ijichi.
ijichi was right there.
did gojo satoru care? no.
his mouth had latched on to your clit loudly, with fervour, mouth smacking, slurping, jaw moving back and forth harshly as he suckled on your swollen, puffy nub like his life depended on it. it almost felt like he wanted the assistant manager to hear, like he wanted to claim you through having your pussy sing for him.
chest heaving, you were biting hard into your rolled up dress to muffle your cries, embarrassment and shame as high as your arousal that the assistant manager might be listening in.
toru's pruned fingers pumped into your heat, gummy walls contracting around him, dragging along his knuckles so deliciously tight. slick thighs, squelches in the air, the movement of the car bumping your up into his face even more— god, he could never get enough.
the leather underneath your ass was sticky, juices having pooled underneath your skin, satoru's spit, your cum, your pussy's drool.
he let up from your clit with a loud smack, his nose burying in between your slick folds to inhale deeply, tongue probing at where his fingers still fucked into you.
"you're soooo wet for me, baby," his voice vibrated against your quivering cunt, "you like that the old guy's listening in, hn?"
it was his words, you told yourself, that had your thighs squeeze around his head, try to muffle a moan by pressing your hand against your mouth.
"ah, ah, don't be shy now. let him hear you," a pathetic whine climbed up your throat, uncontrollably, "you think he gets any, baby? i bet he won't be able to sleep later tonight, not without thinking about how pretty you sound, moaning for toru, hm?"
he kissed your clit, and his fingers pressed into the spot within you that had your legs twitch in his arms with ease, "c'mon baby, put on a show for him. give him fantasies to think about, yeah, just like that, attagirl, sooo good, baby, you're being so good."
heat climbed up your neck, tears clinging at your lashline from the force that toru's mouth found back to your clit. the thought that ijichi's cock would be straining in his tailoured pants, pristine as always as he tried to fight the filthy thoughts, while your boyfriend brought you to the brink with his mewls and groans, tongue heavy against your creamed pussy, burned in your spine, pooled low in your abdomen.
"like this, baby, cum for me, won't you? show the old man how fucking good this pussy sounds, how pretty, sooo responsive for toru."
back arching, tears running, thighs shaking, his tongue lapping it all up — oh, satoru really did not care who was on the other side of that dimmed glass.
Hot take but I think Caine would be into predator / prey chasing
Like imagine him setting you loose and he tracks you down throughout the circus, the fear drive?? Until he finally finishes messing around and just pounces on you and gets his meal~
Rubbing your eyes once more, you make your way downstairs to wait for the adventure of the day. You'd been here for a little while, and had developed somewhat of a crush on a certain purple rabbit. As you approach the main lounging area, you see Jax, Zooble, and Gangle already sitting on the couches having a conversation. Pomni and Ragatha are somewhere else, possibly still sleeping.
As you get closer, you notice Zooble sit up abruptly, a hand bracing on the edge of the armrest as they shove their face closer to Jax's, their features scrunched up. Jax pulls back slightly, eyes squinting at the pink-headed character. His mouth moves, but you can't hear what's being said.
You simply watch as they go back and forth
Gangle waves and greets you ‘Good morning’, calling you by name. Zooble abruptly stops what they were saying as both they and Jax turn their eyes to you. They both blink at you, Jax turning his attention back to Zooble. “Well go ahead, what were you going to say, Zoobie?”
Their antennae droop slightly as they let out a sigh. “Whatever.” they say as they flop backwards, folding their arms. You look at the three before asking, “So, what was that all about?” You land on Gangle, hoping she'd be able to shed some light on the situation. Gangle opens her mouth, but turns to the other two, and decides not to say much. “Oh, uh. You know.” She turns back to you. “Just their usual bickering.
Jax flops back in his seat as well, arms folding, and ears drooping as a stern look firmly plants itself onto his features.
~~~~~~
Later on, you and Jax are relaxing in the circus, he particularly is staring at the ceiling.
~~~~~~
Jax inhales sharply, holding his breath for a brief moment before speaking. “Do you.. think. That Pomni likes me?”
You turn your attention to him, giving him a questioning look. “Uh, yeah, of course she likes you. Why do you ask?”
“No, I mean like,” he flexes his hand, “romantically. Zooble told me earlier that I'm ‘oblivious’ and,” he turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft and his lips relaxed. “they said ‘someone here has the biggest crush on you, but you can't even tell because you're so dense you can't see what's right in front of you’.” He looks away to think “I think Zoob said something like ‘they’re basically drooling over you.’, but I can't figure out who it could be.”
As you register his words, you find yourself flushing a bit, sweat forming around your face, and your face squishing a bit in panic. I didn't realize it was that obvious.
He turns back to you. “So what do you think? I mean. It can't be Ragatha.... Zooble maybe?” He snorts out a laugh. “That would be a riot.”
You shake your head at him. “No, definitely not Zooble.”
“Hhmmm.... Gangle? But. She definitely has at least a really close bond with Zoob. So. That can't be it....”
You gulp as you see the gears turning in his head. “I mean. Definitely not Ragatha. If anything she loves you in a platonic kind of way.” you say, hoping to turn his attention away from you.
He raises a brow as he studies your face, now noticing the blush that seems to be growing. He stares as you speak nervously, “I mean, I can definitely talk to Pomni and see if it's her, heh. Help you uh. Figure it out.”
He blinks at you, his features fully relaxing. He sits there like that for a solid minute before clicking his tongue. “Nah, I'll just ask her.” He stands, and stretches. “But, I'm going to bed. Good night” He heads towards his room, not even turning to look at you.
You let out a sigh of relief as soon as you think he's out of earshot. “That was close.”
~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, after the day's chill adventure, Jax invited you up to the carnival to play some of the games.
He tosses the ball in the air and catches it, repeating the action a few times at he calculates his next throw. Two of the three towers of milk bottles are knocked over already. He keeps his focus on the last tower as he speaks.
“So I was doing some thinking, and I think I figured it out. What Zooble said.” He glances at you for a moment, shifting his gaze back to the target as he stands, getting ready to throw. You feel your heart pick up it's pace as you waited for him to say it.
“I kept thinking. And I realized, there's one person that seems to follow me like a little lost puppy. Who's always listening supper intently. And even. Smiling almost all the time.” He throws the ball unceremoniously, sending the last tower toppling over. He looks around at the prizes, and points one out to the NPC.
The NPC reaches up, and grabs a heart-shaped pillow. With a wide grin he takes the pillow from the NPC, and hands it to you, sending your face into a heated frenzy.
"can i have a minute to breathe before you start interrogating me? i'm still naked," you sighed, feeling slightly frustrated.
haechan just shrugged, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "just wondering."
"you mean you're just jealous," you playfully teased, a slight smile forming on your lips. although you and haechan were only friends, there was an unspoken connection between you two. one text, and he would show up at your place in no time, but lately, those encounters had become less frequent.
"mark is a friend from college, remember? lee minhyung? you guys were practically roommates for a semester... he recently moved back home and wanted to catch up, that's all," you reassured him, hoping to ease any concerns. he responded with a muttered "okay" before grabbing his clothes. it had become somewhat of a routine, his presence in your home dwindling. he stayed for shorter periods, making you feel somewhat unsettled.
"the guys are planning to have breakfast together this friday. you’ll be there, right?" you asked, trying to break the awkward silence that seemed to taint your recent one-on-one encounters.
"yeah, i think so. renjun will give me an earful if i don't show up for another group outing," haechan replied, chuckling lightly. maybe things weren't changing after all. satisfied with his response, you murmured a quick "good" and left it at that.
"alright, i’ll be heading out now, got shit to do," he added without any endearing nicknames—no "babe," "angel," "baby," or "honey." nothing.
"oh, okay. see you friday then," you said, offering a half-hearted smile, hesitant to lean in for a hug, let alone a kiss. but he didn't seem to share your hesitation. he simply left, hands in his pockets, giving you a solitary nod.
as you fell back onto the bed that suddenly felt much larger than it did just ten minutes ago, letting out a shaky exhale, realizing you had been holding your breath.
what is happening?
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a/n ; first post… 😟 beginning part of an extremely old wip i wrote instead of paying attention to my lecture during my first semester of college i think,, like late 2022😹 its kind of corny and im annoyed at how short it is,, theres more but i doubt it’ll be finished let alone posted because most of my wips are usually silly little dreams based on songs and i struggle with adding substance to make my work longer blah blah blaaahh theres also lots of changes to be made because this was originally a jeonghan piece!! crazy,, anyways lmk what u think, advice is appreciated! xoxo jelly
When Steve Harrington stops for what he thinks is nothing more than a trick of the dark, he doesn’t expect to find a girl collapsing into his arms in the middle of the road.
AN: Thank you guys for the likes! Made this chapter a bit longer than the first too so hope you guys like it. I've reread this entire ch like 5x so if you see any mistakes. No you didn't lol. Enjoy!
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Steve slept on the floor.
He’d dragged a pillow and a blanket out of the hall closet and laid them down beside the bed, close enough that he could hear her breathe if he listened for it. It wasn’t comfortable. The carpet pressed rough against his shoulder, and every time he shifted, the floor creaked softly beneath him. But it felt right. Close enough, without being intrusive.
Sleep came in fragments. He drifted in and out of it, waking every so often with the same tight pull in his chest, the same instinctive need to listen. Each time, he stayed still, eyes closed, counting breaths until he was sure she was still there.
Sometime in the night, the mattress shifted. Steve didn’t wake.
Bare feet touched the carpet quietly. She moved slowly, carefully, like the room itself might react if she went too fast. The bed felt wrong, the space beside her too empty, too open. She paused at the edge, looking down at him for a long moment.
Then she lowered herself to the floor. At first, she stayed just close enough to feel the warmth from his body, her back pressed lightly to his side. When he didn’t stir, she shifted again, inching closer until her shoulder brushed his arm. One hand curled into the edge of his blanket, fingers tightening like it was something she could anchor herself to.
Steve shifted once in his sleep, a quiet sound slipping from him as he turned slightly toward the warmth.
Neither of them moved after that.
Morning came in thin, pale light through the blinds. Steve woke with a dull ache in his neck and the familiar weight of exhaustion settling into his bones. For a second, he stayed still, blinking against the light, until he felt it.
Warmth at his side. He froze. Slowly, carefully, he looked down.
She was curled beside him on the floor, knees drawn in, breathing shallow but steady. His blanket was half-wrapped around her, her hand still clenched in the fabric like she’d decided sometime in the night that it wasn’t letting go.
Steve sat right where he was, heart thudding quietly in his chest, and let the morning catch up to him.
He moved slowly, easing himself upright inch by inch, every muscle protesting the effort. His joints popped quietly as he rose to a crouch, wincing and pausing whenever she shifted. After a moment, he reached down, carefully sliding one arm under her shoulder, the other under her knees, pulling her to rest against his chest. He lifted her with ease, pausing when she stirred, a small sound leaving her as her brows furrowed.
Steve held still, his heart pounding until her breathing evened out again.
“It’s okay,” he murmured under his breath, not sure if she could hear him or not.
He straightened slowly and carried her the short distance to the bed, lowering her onto the mattress with more care than he’d ever given anything. He eased the blanket around her, tucking it back over her shoulders before stepping away.
Just as he turned to walk away-
Her hand shot out. It closed around his wrist, fingers weak yet certain. Steve froze. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and heavy with sleep, confusion knitting her brows as she stared up at him. She didn’t speak, didn’t sit up. She just held on, grip tightening slightly.
“I’m still here,” Steve said quietly, instinctively lowering himself back down so he wasn’t towering over her. “I was just… moving you. You were on the floor.”
She watched him for a long second, processing. Her grip loosened slightly while not letting go.
Steve waited a moment longer, then shifted slightly.
“You don’t look like you’re gonna fall back asleep,” he said softly, not quite a question.
She didn’t argue, and didn’t nod either. Just watched him, eyes too alert for someone who just woke up.
Steve glanced at the window, where morning light was starting to fill the room properly now, stripping away the softness of the night. When he looked back at her, his gaze fixed on her hair.
The rain the night before had dried unevenly, leaving dark strands tangled and matted together, curling in strange directions where it clung too long. It framed her face messily, caught at her neck and shoulders, like she hadn't touched it since he pulled her out of the rain.
Steve cleared his throat.
“Okay,” he said gently. “How about we get you up for a bit?”
She hesitated, grip tightening just a fraction before loosening. Slowly, she pushed herself upright, wincing when the movement made her sway. Steve’s hands hovered over her, ready, not touching her unless she tipped too far.
“Easy,” he murmured. “I’ve got you if you need it.”
Once she was sitting, he hesitated again, vaguely motioning towards the door. “Listen, why don’t you take a shower,” he said, words tumbling out awkwardly. “You can use my stuff, and I’ll cook us some breakfast, if that’s ok.”
She looked at him, then past him toward the door. It took a moment before she slowly nodded, her hand slipping free of his wrist.
Steve nodded, taking the agreement like a small victory. “Okay. Yeah. Good.”
He stood up, crossed to his dresser, and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. When he turned around, she was right behind him.
“Jesus-!” Steve jumped, clutching the clothes to his chest as his heart slammed against his ribs. “You- wow. You really gotta stop doing that.”
She stared at him, unbothered, like she hadn’t done anything at all.
Steve exhaled, shaking his head as he motioned for her to follow him.
“C’mon,” he said quietly. “Bathroom is this way.”
He led her down the hall, keeping his pace slow so she wouldn’t have to rush. When they reached the bathroom, he pushed open the door and stepped aside, letting her enter first. The light flickered on, bright but warm.
Steve set the clothes down onto the counter. “You can.. uh.. put these on after,” he said gesturing towards the t-shirt and sweatpants. “They’re clean. Just… big.”
She hovered near the doorway, eyes scanning the room.
“Okay,” He cleared his throat, turning toward the shower, keeping his movements slow and obvious. “So. This knob-” He twisted the handle partway, the pipes groaning in protest before water sputtered to life. “That’s hot. This one’s cold. You kinda gotta balance it or it’ll either freeze you or burn you.”
He adjusted it carefully until the water evened out, testing it with his hand before nodding to himself. “Give it a second. It takes a minute.”
Then he reached for the bottles lined up along the edge of the tub. “This one’s shampoo,” he said, holding it up. “For your hair. Just-” He hesitated, scrubbing a hand through his own hair as demonstration. “Work it in, then rinse it out. And this one’s conditioner. You do that after. Let it sit for a bit before you rinse.”
He set both bottles back down within easy reach, then took a step back.
“You can lock the door if you want,” he added quickly. “I’ll be downstairs. Just..” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Take your time.”
Steve turned toward the door, stopping just long enough to glance back at her. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll hear you.”
He left the bathroom door mostly closed behind him, the sound of running water filling the space as he retreated down the hall.
The door clicked softly behind him.
Four stood still for a moment, listening. Footsteps faded down the hall, as the sound of running water filled the bathroom.
She turned toward the shower. The mirror caught her attention for half a second before she looked away, pulse jumping hard.
She slowly peeled off her clothes that stuck to her skin before letting them fall on the bathroom floor. Her fingers hesitated briefly at the hem of his jacket before she shrugged it off too, folding it once before setting it aside.
She reached for the edge of the tub and stepped in, flinching when the tile felt colder than she expected. The water was already warm when she pulled the curtain closed, steam filled the small room quickly. She hesitated, hand hovering under the spray then pushed forward.
The water hit her shoulder all at once as she sucked in a sharp breath, the water spreading warmth.
She stood there longer than she meant to. When she finally lifted her hands to her hair, her fingers snagged immediately, tangled in knots she hadn’t realized were there. She winced, working slowly, and carefully to work the knots out of her hair. The shampoo burned her scalp slightly as she worked it in, the scent unfamiliar but not unpleasant. She rinsed it out, watching dark water spiral toward the drain.
Her breathing slowed. The conditioner felt strange, slick and heavy between her fingers, but made the knots loosen more easily. She leaned her forehead briefly against the tile, eyes closed, letting the water run down her back.
The tension in her muscles relaxed, her shoulders lowered, and jaw unclenched. Her hands stopped shaking. The tight, constant readiness that lived under her skin loosened just enough to make room for something else, something unfamiliar.
Safe.
The feeling startled her. She straightened immediately, shutting the water off.
Four grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped it around herself, hands shaking now that the warmth was gone. She dressed quickly in the clothes he’d left her, the fabric swallowing her whole. The shirt brushed her thighs and the waistband of the sweatpants had to be folded over twice.
She didn’t mind.
When she cracked the door open again, the house smelled different.
Food.
She stood there for a moment longer, fingers curling into the hem of the shirt, listening for him before stepping out.
The hallway was quiet. Four moved slowly, barefoot steps careful against the carpet as she followed the smell down the stairs. The house felt different now, brighter. Light spilled in from the kitchen ahead as she paused at the edge of it, half-hidden by the doorway.
Steve stood at the stove with his back to her, shoulders tense even as he moved through the kitchen. A pan sizzled softly, the smell of eggs and butter hanging thick in the air. He looked different in the daylight. Less sharp, softer around the edges. His hair stuck up in places like he’d run his hands through it too many times, and the sleeves of his shirt were pushed up, forearms dusted with faint freckles she hadn’t noticed before.
She watched the way he moved. Careful and attentive, like he was listening for something even while he cooked. He cracked an egg open one-handed, frowned when a shell slipped in, then fished it out with a muttered curse she didn’t understand.
Four stayed still, studying him the way she always studied things.
Eventually, she stepped forward. One slow step, then another. Drawn by the warmth of the room, by the sound of him, and by the simple fact that he was there. She stopped beside him, close enough that she could feel the heat from the stove and the steady presence at her side.
Steve turned and nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Jesus-!” He jerked back, his free hand flying to his chest as the spatula clattered against the pan. “How do you- you really gotta stop doing that.”
Four blinked, startled by his reaction, then tilted her head slightly. She hadn’t meant to scare him. She just… hadn’t known when she was supposed to announce herself.
Steve dragged a hand down his face and let out a breath. “Sorry,” he said automatically, glancing at her like he was checking she hadn’t vanished again. His gaze flicked over her hair, damp but cleaner now, and the clothes hanging off her frame. Something in his expression softened.
“Uh,” he added, gesturing vaguely with the spatula. “Morning.”
She stood there, quiet, the smell of the food curling in her chest in a way she didn’t have a word for yet.
“M-morning,” she muttered back, barely above a whisper.
It was barely a word, barely sound at all, but it landed anyway. His shoulders eased, just a little, like something tight in him had loosened.
“Yeah,” he said quickly, too quickly. “Morning.”
He cleared his throat and gestured toward the small dining table tucked near the kitchen window. “You can.. uh. You can sit there, if you want. I’m almost done.”
Four hesitated, eyes flicking between him and the table. After a moment, she moved, pulling out a chair slowly before sitting on the edge of it, posture stiff, hands folded loosely in her lap like she wasn’t sure what to do with them yet.
Steve turned back to the stove, finishing up quickly now that she was watching. The pan hissed once more before he shut off the burner. He moved around the kitchen with quiet efficiency, scraping scrambled eggs onto a plate, adding two pieces of toast beside them before carrying it over.
He set the plate down in front of her carefully.
“Okay,” he said. “It’s nothing fancy. Eggs and toast.”
Four stared at it. The food was warm, steam curled faintly into the air, carrying a smell that made something twist low in her stomach. She didn’t reach for it right away. Just watched it, eyes tracking the fork where it rested against the plate.
Steve noticed. He didn’t say anything, just took his own plate and sat across from her, picking up his fork and taking a bite.
Only then did she move. She copied him exactly, fingers closing around the fork with tentative precision. She lifted a small bite, hesitated, then ate it. The taste hit her all at once, rich and simple. She swallowed quickly, then took another bite, slightly bigger this time.
Steve pretended not to notice the way her shoulders eased.
He stood a moment later and crossed back into the kitchen. “I’m gonna make coffee,” he said casually. “Just… let me know if you want more toast or something.”
Four nodded faintly, attention drifting as he moved. She watched him fill the kettle, listened to the low gurgle of water heating, and then the smell changed.
Bitter and dark and warm all at once, curling through the kitchen in thick waves. Her nose wrinkled slightly as she followed it with her eyes, gaze locking onto the mug in his hand as he poured.
She stared.
Steve caught the look immediately. “You want to try some?” he asked, already reaching for another mug.
She hesitated, then nodded.
He poured a little, slid it across the table toward her. “Careful,” he said. “It’s hot.”
She lifted it cautiously, brought it to her lips, and took the smallest sip.
Her face betrayed her instantly. Her nose scrunched. Her mouth twisted. She swallowed like she regretted every decision that had led her here.
Steve bit back a laugh. “Yeah,” he said, grinning now. “That’s fair. I like mine black.”
She stared at the mug again, then pushed it back toward him slowly, like it might bite.
He chuckled softly, taking it back. “Not your thing,” he said. “That’s okay.”
Four went back to her eggs, quieter now but steadier, and Steve leaned against the counter with his coffee, watching her eat like it was the most important thing he’d do all day.
For the first time since she’d appeared in his life, the kitchen felt… normal.
And somehow, that felt like the biggest victory yet.
Steve watched her take another bite, then another. When the plate was half-empty, he moved again, quiet as before.
“Hang on,” he said, already heading back toward the counter. “I’ve got something better.”
He opened the fridge, scanning its contents before pulling out a small bottle of apple juice. He hesitated, then grabbed a jar of jelly from the cabinet too, setting both down on the table in front of her.
“Here,” he said, twisting the lid off the juice and sliding it closer. “This might be more your speed.”
Four stared at it for a moment, then wrapped both hands around the bottle and took a cautious sip.
Her eyes widened just a little. It was cold and sweet and sharp in a way that made her mouth water. She drank again, slower this time, like she was afraid it might disappear if she rushed it.
Steve smiled, just barely.
He reached for the jelly and popped the lid, scooping a little onto the edge of his toast. “You can put it on if you want,” he said. “Or not. Totally optional.”
She watched him spread it once, memorizing the motion, then nodded. When he moved his hand away, she copied him, fingers clumsy but determined. She took a bite.
Sweet.
She hummed quietly without meaning to.
Steve’s fork paused halfway to his mouth. He looked down at his plate quickly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he forced himself to keep eating like nothing had happened.
The sound shattered the quiet.
The phone rang loud and sudden, a sharp, jarring noise that tore through the room. Four flinched hard, chair scraping faintly against the floor as she jolted to her feet on instinct, heart slamming as her body screamed run.
Her breath hitched, then, a hand caught hers.
Steve didn’t grab, didn’t pull. His fingers slipped into hers like it was the most natural thing in the world, warm and solid. He didn’t look at her right away, just squeezed once, firm and steady.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly. “Just the phone.”
The ringing kept going, insistent.
Steve let go reluctantly and crossed the kitchen in a few quick steps, lifting the phone from the wall before it could ring again. Four stayed where she was, fingers still tingling where he’d touched her, chest rising and falling too fast as she watched him.
He turned slightly away as he spoke, voice low. Too low for her to hear the other side.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m up.”
He glanced at her then, just for a second.
His eyes met hers, something unreadable passing through them before he looked away again, shoulders tightening as he turned his attention back to the call.
“Look, I can’t right now,” he murmured. “No, no, it’s not that.”
Four tilted her head, trying to make sense of the conversation. His voice stayed calm, controlled, like he was trying not to let something slip.
He looked over at her again. Then, louder this time, clear enough that she caught it.
“No, no,” Steve said. “I’ll pick you guys up here in a little bit.”
The words landed heavily. Four’s fingers curled into the hem of his shirt without her realizing she’d moved closer again. The kitchen felt smaller now.
Steve hung up the phone slowly. For a moment, he just stood there with his hand still resting on the phone, like he was bracing himself for something. Then he turned back toward her and didn’t say anything at first.
Steve’s eyes flicked down, following the line of her arm to where her fingers were curled into the hem of his shirt. She hadn’t meant to grab him, hadn’t even noticed she’d moved until she felt the fabric bunched tight in her fist.
Her grip loosened instinctively, fingers starting to slip away like she’d crossed a line she didn’t understand.
Steve noticed immediately.
“Hey,” he said softly, stepping closer instead of back. He didn’t pull away, didn’t tell her to let go. “It’s okay.”
The idea of him leaving sat heavy, a feeling she couldn’t explain. Only knew that the room felt colder already, like the warmth had a time limit she hadn’t been warned about.
Her fingers tightened again before she could stop herself.
Steve inhaled slowly, then nodded once, like he was making a decision.
“I gotta go out for a bit,” he said carefully. “Just for a little while. I’ll be back. Okay?”
Her head shook before she could think better of it.
Steve’s jaw tightened. “I know,” he said quietly. “I know you don’t like that.”
He glanced toward the front door, then back at her. “But I’m not leaving you alone forever. I promise.” He hesitated, then added, “I’ll lock the door. You’ll be safe here.”
Safe.
The word didn’t land the way he meant it to.
Her grip slid higher, fist closing around his shirt like she could anchor him there if she held tight enough. Her breathing went shallow again, eyes flicking past him toward the hallway, the stairs, anywhere that wasn’t the door.
Steve gently covered her hand with his own.
He didn’t pry her fingers loose.
“I’m coming back,” he said, firmer now. “I wouldn’t lie about that.”
He stayed there, letting her hold on for another second longer, until the tension in her shoulders eased just a fraction.
Then, carefully, he loosened her grip himself.
Steve didn’t rush her. He let her release his shirt on her own before turning back to the kitchen, moving through the familiar motions of cleaning up like it gave him something to hold onto. He scraped plates into the sink, wiped down the counter where he’d cooked, washed the pan and set it aside. Nothing hurried, just small, ordinary sounds filling the space again.
She stayed close. Not touching this time, but never more than a step behind him as he moved through the kitchen. When he headed for the stairs, she followed without hesitation, bare feet quiet against the carpet as they climbed.
His room felt smaller in the daylight.
She paused in the doorway before stepping inside, eyes flicking over the space like she was studied it the way she studied everything. The bed drew her attention almost immediately.
She sat on the edge of it, hands folding loosely in her lap, shoulders drawn in as she watched him move.
Steve crossed to his dresser and pulled out a clean shirt, then stopped.
He glanced back at her, took a breath, and leaned against the dresser instead of changing right away.
“Okay,” he said gently. “I need to tell you a couple things before I go.” Steve held up a finger. “Just rules. Simple ones.”
He waited until she nodded before continuing.
“First,” he said, calm but firm. “Don’t open the door for anyone. Doesn’t matter who they say they are.”
He lifted a second finger. “Second. Don’t leave the house. Not for anything. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Her fingers curled slightly into the comforter.
“And third,” he added, lifting a third finger. “Keep the blinds closed. All of them.”
She tilted her head, processing, before slowly nodding once.
Steve watched her for a second longer, searching her face like he was checking something invisible. When he seemed satisfied, he let out a breath and reached for the clean shirt again.
“I’ll lock the door when I leave,” he said. He hesitated, then added more softly, “You can stay here. My room. Or the living room. Wherever you feel… better.”
She didn’t answer, she shifted slightly on the bed instead, staying right where she was.
Steve nodded, taking that as an answer too. He glanced at the clock once more before moving toward the door.
“I’m just gonna change,” he said, already stepping into the hall. “I’ll be right back.”
She stayed where she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, and watched the doorway like it might disappear if she looked away. The sounds of him moving in the bathroom filtered through the wall, a drawer opening and closing, the quiet sound of the sink running.
She didn’t move.
When he came back a few minutes later, dressed and already reaching for his keys, her eyes lifted immediately.
“Okay,” he said gently. “I’m heading out. Just for a bit.”
He crossed the room and stopped in front of her. “I’ll be back,” he said again, slower this time. “I promise.”
Four nodded once.
He hesitated, then added, “You’ll be alright, yeah?”
Another nod.
Steve lingered like he wanted to say something else, then seemed to think better of it. He gave her a small, reassuring smile before turning toward the door.
Four followed him into the hallway.
He paused at the front door long enough to unlock it, the click loud in the quiet house. Then he opened it and stepped outside, cool morning air rushing in for just a second before the door shut again.
Instead of going to the room right away, she moved toward the front window, careful to stay behind the blinds. Her eyes followed Steve as he crossed the driveway and climbed into his car. The engine coming to life, the sound familiar.
The car pulled away.
She stayed until it disappeared down the road, until the sound faded completely and the street returned to stillness.
Only then did she move, turned and walked back upstairs, retracing her steps until she reached his room again. She shut the door behind her softly and sat down on the bed, hands folding in her lap.
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