Apr 21
THE TENSION IS INSANE??? they look like they’re about to either confess everything or ruin each other 😭
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THE TENSION IS INSANE??? they look like they’re about to either confess everything or ruin each other 😭
Wicked Games: Twelve
“What if I’m wrong? What if I lied?
What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night?
And what if I know? What if I see? There is a crack run right down the front of me
What if they’re right? What if we’re wrong?
What if I’ve lured you here with a siren song?
But if I be wrong, if I be right
Let me here with you tonight”
- If I Be Wrong by Wolf Larsen
Satoru eyes the unfamiliar box in his hand as he moves back around the desk, stopping in front of you. You’re frozen in place, eyes wide as your body tries to catch up how quickly your mind is reacting to the scenario in front of you.
Satoru never knew about the ring, about the proposal. It was something Suguru had kept private - for you and him only until he got a decision. He wasn’t really the one to make a big deal of things, make an extravagant show of proposing like his friend who would’ve rented out an entire building.
“Something you want to tell me?” He jokes as he cracks the box open and he notices the simple yet elegant ring inside. It was your style. His eyes flash up to you when you don’t say anything. You're staring at him, then at the box, then back at him. And then suddenly it clicks.
“Suguru,” he notes, face falling as the box snaps shut. It’s like that noise wakes you and you reach out, snatching both the box and tissues from his hands.
You suddenly feel more exposed and vulnerable than you were previously - when Satoru was buried between your legs.
“I should clean up,” you say softly, not meeting his gaze.
“I’ll wait outside,” is all Satoru says before he leaves you and your eyes flicker up to watch his retreating back.
You quickly clean yourself off and fix your dress, lip beginning to ache where you had broken the skin. The box sits on your desk as you move your jacket back on, trying to cover most of the hickeys beginning to form on your skin, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by everything. And it sucks, because now you can’t turn to your best friend since he’s in the middle of it and you can’t talk to Shoko because it’s not like she knows you’ve slept with Satoru - twice now - that Suguru proposed all those years ago and that you kissed him recently. You quickly move towards your desk, shoving the little black box back into your drawer and letting out a shaky breath. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It takes you a good five minutes before you can will yourself out the door, finding Satoru leaning against the hallway opposite of you, head down as he looks focused on his phone.
“Do you want to go home?” he asks as you watch him, your hands clasped in front of you as you nervously play with your fingers.
“Yes.”
Your voice comes out softer than you’d like, a waiver to it that you notice makes him flinch - as if he’s the reason why you're acting like this. You want to reassure him it’s not him, it’s you, but he’s avoiding your gaze.
He wordlessly approaches you and holds out his hand for you to take. You do and in the one minute you were at school, you’ve returned to his expansive apartment. His hand falls from yours’ quickly and before you can say anything else he retreats to his bedroom.
***
He was a fucking idiot. He knew he shouldn’t have given in, shouldn’t have followed you to your office. One night should’ve stayed as one night, not whatever the Hell was happening now. But he had to be himself - pull at your strings to see if one night was meant to be something more.
He knew you still loved Suguru, as much as it pained you to admit it. You hadn’t seriously seen anyone since you and him had broken up and now Satoru understood why - marriage apparently had been on the table.
He’s pacing around the room, trying to control his emotions and cursed energy. He feels frustrated for how he reacted at the ring, for leaving you there how he did. He wasn’t the type of guy to just walk away after screwing someone and he certainly didn’t like the fact he had done it to you. He had told himself he was going to keep it casual - and that was certainly not casual.
He moved into his bathroom, leaning against the counter as he ran the water and head hung low. He tosses his glasses onto the counter, splashing his face as he tries to calm down.
It was always going to be Suguru. Even when he was no longer in the picture, even when you refused to join his side, your heart belonged to him.
Satoru can’t help it as a small wave of energy releases into the air and glass shatters on his mirror. You’re knocking on his bedroom door a minute later, concern in your voice.
“Satoru?” you ask.
“I’m fine,” is all he can say, a lie. Honestly, he’s not sure he can stay in the apartment right now. He feels guilty towards how he treated you and anger over the situtation. He’s afraid he’s just going to say or do the wrong thing again so he moves into his bedroom and quickly changes into something casual.
When he opens his bedroom door he finds you standing in front of it, still disheveled looking from before, eyes glassy and lip bruising.
“I’m going out,” he replies, brushing past you.
“‘Toru,” you trail behind him. You're not sure what to say or do, but you hate whatever this is and you want to mend it.
Satoru hates how his heart races from the nickname you’d given him so long ago, but then remembers: casual, just like any other girl.
“It was just sex, Y/n, relax,” he says, whirling on you with a fake smirk pulling at his lips. Pure nonchalance. “Only one time - remember?”
“The ring-”
“None of my business,” Satoru quickly interrupts, mostly because he’s afraid another wave of energy is going to come rolling off of him at the mere mention of it. “I’ll see you later.”
You go to the object but he snaps his fingers, disappearing before you can utter a single word.
You stare dumbfounded at where he once was before you look around the empty space, suddenly feeling like you did when he was gone for those months. Alone, tired, and scared. You move towards your bedroom, locking the door behind you.
***
You lay awake in your bed, hair thrown up in a bun with an oversized hoodie and sweats. Your sheets are buried around you as you stare out the window and into the night sky before you. It had started raining hours ago, a light drizzle that had begun to fade into the storm raging outside. A crack of thunder snaps and lightning fills the sky and you recall Suguru’s visit, your dream.
You hear stumbling footsteps coming from down the hall and a flash of panic hits you. You reach for the blade on your nightstand before softly moving towards your bedroom door, cracking it open as you slip outside. The power has gone out and you see another flash of lightning as you creep further into the living room. You see movement from the corner of your eye and whirl around, rushing whoever it is. They block your attacks, quickly tackling you to the ground. The lights flicker in the room as they come back on and your eyes adjust as you see -
“Jesus Christ Y/n,” Satoru huffs on top of you, hands pining your wrists down on each side.
Your breathing heavy below him. “I thought - I just” Your mind flashes to Suguru, to the curse-user. Satoru watches you, the evident anguish in your features. You eye him too - noticing a splash of red on the collar of his shirt, a cut to his usually perfect skin on his chin. The gin on his breath.
He pushes himself off you, sitting across from you on the floor.
“Where did you go?”
“Bar,” he hums out, standing slowly. He reaches a hand out to you, helping you up.
“You’re hurt,” you note, hand reaching out to him and hesitantly tracing his chin.
Satoru didn’t lose fights.
“Drank too much, made some friends,” he smirked. “They look worse than me.” He’s drunk.
“I believe you,” you sigh, noticing the dried blood on his knuckles.
“I can take care of this,” he gestures to his face, eyes glazed over as he turns to stumble away.
You let out an exhausted sigh, hoping that when Satoru would return he’d have a clear head to talk. You quickly realize that isn’t going to happen and gingerly grab his fingers, pulling him back to you as you guide him to his bedroom.
“Come on Wonder boy,” you murmur and you hear a pleasant hum emit behind you. He’s at least drunk enough to not be thinking about earlier or he’s ignoring it.
“Round two?” He teases behind you, steps tripping closer to you as you feel his chest press to your back. His arm wrapping around your waist, fingers playing with the waistband of your sweats.
You place your free hand over his own, trying to focus on guiding him without either of you falling. Although Satoru hated to drink it wasn’t your first time seeing him or handling him drunk. The man could be all hands as soon as alcohol hit his system - his arrogance increasing and his attitude dictating his actions. Angry? He’d get into a fist fight. Sad? He’d get clingy. Horny? Well then he’s thinking with his dick.
You shuffle him towards his bed and he lets you guide him onto the edge. He catches your wrist, trying to pull you towards him as his other hand lays low on your hip. He’s saying things that have you blushing and trying to avoid his gaze, to keep a level-head. You manage to wiggle out of his hold, moving towards his bathroom.
“Stay there.”
He mumbles something unintelligently in response, words you can barely make out, as you flick the light on in his bathroom and are abruptly met with the broken glass scattered on the sink and floor. A groan comes from the bedroom, shaking you from your thoughts as you refocus on the task at hand. You grab a hand towel and rinse it under water before returning back to Satoru and nestling between his spread legs. You reach for one of his hands, beginning to clean one off before turning your attention to the other.
“Your mirror’s broken,” you note quietly as Satoru watches you work.
“Hmm… what?” He has a dopey look on his face till the words register in his head. “Oh, that? Accident,” he replies, eyes avoiding you. He winces slightly as your fingers brush over a bruise forming on his skin.
You hum in response, not believing him. “Chin,” you instruct, grabbing it and tilting it up to look at you. With both of his hands now free they move to cradle the back of your thighs, flexing every now and again that has you feeling suddenly self-conscious, face flushing.
You're focusing intently on cleaning the blood on his face and the small amount on his neck, missing the way Satoru is looking at you intently.
“Are you okay?” he asks suddenly.
The question surprises you, deja vu hitting you as you reflect back to your earlier discussion with him. I’m managing.
You meet his gaze, chewing your lip as the word no toys at your lips. His eyebrows furrow and you shake your head, avoiding the question. “All done.”
You pull your wrist away, stepping away from him to throw the towel in his hamper. When you return to him you notice him clumsily removing his clothes. You move towards him, helping him change out of his shirt and pulling off his shoes. He shucks his pants off, clad in only his boxer-briefs as he stumbles towards his bed and under the covers.
A loud rumble of thunder emits throughout the room, lights flickering again in the space and Satoru notices you tense from the noise.
“Sleep with me,” he mumbles.
“I’ll be fine,” you lie, knowing you’ll likely be restless in your bed.
“Y/n,” he argues, flipping the covers down for you to crawl into the empty space.
You hesitate before moving towards his bed and tucking yourself in, thinking of the last time you slept in this bed - the roles reversed and the circumstances different.
You stare up at the ceiling, thoughts drifting to the man beside you. You had slept with him twice. Kissed him several times now. You had been jealous of his date and he was jealous of Nanami. On top of all of that, you had years of friendship and history between the two of you. Satoru was many things, but he was also your best friend. You had to stop lying to yourself and admit there was something more between you.
“Satoru -” you glance over to him, noticing him fast asleep beside you. He’s breathing deeply, mouth slightly ajar and arms curled under the pillow.
Your mouth shuts at the sight and you roll onto your side to face him, hands tucking under the pillow as your eyes slowly fall shut.
***
“You like it?”
You’re curled up against the strong figure of Suguru, examining the small band between your fingers. One arm is behind his head, propped up against the headboard of his bed, the other draped around your waist that is covered in his t-shirt, sheets tangled between you both. You listen to the beating of his heart, racing a bit from where your head rests, nervous about your answer.
“It’s beautiful,” you say honestly. You think back to his earlier words: I love you and I’ll love you till the end of time and then after that. We were made for each other and I… I want to spend the rest of our lives together. I want you by my side, through it all.
At the time you didn’t quite register the words as a proposal, still recovering from the sex you had just had with him as you emerged from the shower. But then he leaned over and pulled out a tiny black box and your feet stopped. He reached out, pulling you towards the bed until you were where you were now.
Suguru watches you patiently, waiting for your answer quietly. You slip the jewelry slowly onto your ring finger, twisting the band as you think to yourself. You loved him, loved him so much that it sometimes hurt. Especially when you thought about your differing opinions in the Jujutsu community. Suguru with little care for non-sorcerer's but still protecting them, his close-minded thoughts on them. Your admiration for them and the simplistic lives they have. The naivety their lack of abilities granted them. A part of you wishes that time and maturity would change his mind on the matter, that he would at least grow to not disdain them so much, but you know him.
Yet, despite that, you can’t imagine your life without him in it, but you’d never considered this. Not yet anyways. You were only 18, hadn’t even graduated yet.
You slip the band off and look up at him, hand cradling his jaw. “I love you so much and I want to spend my life with you, but-”
You notice the way his face falls slightly and you quickly shuffle forward, a soft kiss to his lips. “But we’re still young.” Your thumb strokes his cheekbone reassuringly. “It’s not a no, it’s just a not yet.”
You feel his fingers stroke your back and he moves to kiss your forehead, your eyes trying to discern his reaction to your answer. You weren’t dumb, you knew he had been off lately. More reserved as he spoke to Satoru less, took more solo missions. This was the first you had seen of him in two weeks. You had tried getting him to open up to no success.
“So long as you're my girl,” he smirks finally and you flush from the nickname given to you by him. You slip the ring back into the box, leaning over him as you set it on the nightstand before you pull back, hovering over his face with your own smile as you lean forward.
“Always.”
You startle awake, chest heaving as you shoot up. It had been awhile since you thought about that moment in your life and the promise you made to Suguru hits you like a brick.
You’re sweating, having fallen asleep with so many layers on, Satoru’s fancy silk sheets, and Satoru’s own body heat radiating off of him. He’s still passed out beside you and you realize it’s not even dawn yet, the sky still dark. You quietly slip out of the covers, pulling the hoodie off as you make your way to his bathroom. It’s stopped storming and you crack the door shut as you turn on the light, examining the mess in front of you as you begin to clean it up. A welcome distraction to the dream-like state of your memory.
Just as you begin to sweep some more shards into his trash, Satoru is cracking the door open behind you and he meets your gaze with a look that can only be described as pain. Likely a migraine from the booze, you think, and maybe more when he realizes what you’re doing.
“I hire help to do that,” he jokes, trying to keep it light as he remembers everything from last night and that day, guilt and lust weighing on his consciousness.
He had fucked you - again. You had kissed - again. And again Suguru was dictating both of your lives, your decisions and reactions - and he wasn’t even here. So he threw a tantrum and avoided you, went out and drank too much at a bar (which he told you), fucked some random girl in the bathroom in an effort to forget you (he left that part out - and it didn’t work), and proceeded to get into a bar fight without using his abilities (again, he had told you this).
“I don’t mind,” you shrug. He watches your back, notices the traces of faint scars on your shoulder blade from a case you and he did when you were teens - before he was good at healing himself and Shoko was still honing her practice; before Toji’s attempt on his life, and Suguru went darkside. He also notices the new hickies he left on your neck and shoulders, feeling his dick twitch at the memory, even when it ended how it did. Or the fact he nearly fucked you last night again, despite his anger and jealousy and guilt.
He catches your hand, motioning you out of the way as he finishes your task, a polite yet awkward smile on his lips. You were used to cocky Satoru, sociopathic Satoru, silly or protective Satoru - this Satoru felt like something else entirely, almost vulnerable as if he was stepping on the glass in his trash. His body feels so close given the course of events, the restlessness between you both as he gazes down at you.
“How’s your head?” You ask softly.
“Feels like a bomb dropped on it.” He winces for added effect, the lights irritating his eyes.
“You are the poster child for an anti-drugs ad,” you note and he smiles as your own attitude relaxes. He thinks that maybe if both ignore the tension it’ll be easier, like before.
You leave him to his business in the bathroom, grabbing your hoodie on the edge of his bed. When he leaves the room he is stretching, an exhausted yawn falling from his lips before moving back towards his bed.
“Hope you slept okay,” he said, burying his head in the pillow as he watched the side of your profile.
So long as you’re my girl…
You turn slightly so he doesn’t see your face. “Slept fine.” You glance over your shoulder at him, his hair messed up and bags under his eyes. Even in this state he looks handsome, perfect. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”
He gives you a small genuine smile before he buries his head into his pillow, ignoring his throbbing head.
“Don’t mind,” he mumbles sleepily before you leave.
***
“...Students and I should be arriving tomorrow,” Askari said on the other line and you heard some chatter in the background, the sound of a stewardess offering drinks.
They were all on a private flight back from their wrapped up missions and it would be the first you would see of them since they left at the beginning of the year.
“Just be safe, all of you,” you replied, opening the door to your office. You looked around the space, some papers still knocked on the ground from being fucked on your desk.
“Of course. See you soon.”
You give your own goodbye before pocketing the device. Satoru was still passed out at his place, nursing an alcohol-induced migraine. You were fortunate to be on your own right now, eyes falling to where you knew your ring was tucked away as you went to chew your lip in thought. You winced from the action, a bruise having already formed.
A sudden knock on the door had you turning, Shoko popping her head in before she took in your appearance and the state of your office.
“Rough night?” she gauged.
You hadn’t come to work in your usual professional apparel, dressed casual for the day with the sole intent of trying to work things out and maybe help yourself in the process. You needed to talk to someone about everything, and with things with Satoru being so strange at the moment, you knew you needed to come clean.
“Do you have a minute?” you asked.
***
You took in a huff of the cigarette, warmth filling your chest as you managed not to cough. You found yourself laying on the medical trolley again, staring up at the ceiling. Shoko sat at your feet, smoking her own cigarette.
“So Gojo, huh?” she mumbled out in thought.
You let out a sigh before agreeing softly. You each had been sitting here for nearly an hour as you finally told her everything that had happened - from sleeping with Satoru, to kissing him, and the complex feelings you were beginning to have for him. You even discussed your dream of Suguru, the forest, and the late night visits you had with him before Kyoto that not even Satoru knew. Lastly, to add icing to the cake, you finally admitted you weren’t okay since you interacted with a curse-user and came across the mysterious curse.
And because Shoko is Shoko - she took it in stride and you felt terrible for not telling her sooner.
“I tell you all of that and Satoru is the takeaway?” you laugh, perplexed.
A small smile spreads across her lips - rare for the tired woman.
“I could tell something was wrong,” she admitted. “I’m a doctor, afterall. I was just waiting for you to open up, but I was always here if you needed me.” She inhales a drag as you watch her, grateful. “And Suguru proposed when we were still in school? Damn.”
You swing your legs off of her as you sit up, leaning against the wall beside her on the trolley.
“Yeah,” you whisper, then add more clearly: “It was about a week before he renounced the school, before the events at the village…” You think about how he was during the proposal and the events leading up and after. Suguru had always been a little dark, a little mysterious. But he could also be sensible and loving. The man he became was something you could have never anticipated. You let out a frustrated sigh, pinching your brow. “Things have been remarkably more complicated since he’s shown back up.”
“Sounds like he never really left,” Shoko observes.
You're quiet from her words, knowing they hold some truth. When Suguru was still recruiting, before he attacked Kyoto, you had seen him several times after breaking-up after discovering what he had done to the village and its civilians. It was hard each time, especially when it was still so fresh in the beginning. He actively tried to recruit you, messed with some part of your life when he saw you trying to move on or date someone else, or he made late night calls similar to the one you experienced when all of this started only a few months back.
He wasn’t always so… possessive to such an extreme or obsessive. You knew Suguru, even in his dark days now. He didn’t like to exhibit it, but he was an emotional man, passionate in every sense. He always wore the nonchalant facade well, but you knew how Suguru operated when it came to the things he loved or valued.
“No… no I suppose he didn’t,” you agree.
“Does Gojo know? About all the times?”
You shake your head, tears prick your eyes as you think about your former love and your complicated relationship with your best friend - and Suguru’s former best friend. “I never told him… and I know a selfish part of me did that because I hoped Suguru would change, that he’d change his mind. And I know it’s wrong."
“He was our friend. It wasn’t easy, and I remember how you and Gojo were. It nearly killed you both.” She takes another drag, pondering her thoughts before she exhales. “But Suguru is also dangerous. Sure, he’s charming, but the Suguru we knew… he’s gone.”
You nod as you wipe away a tear. You flick some of the ash building up on the cigarette into the trash can between you. Her words ring in your head the same way Satoru’s did the night on the bridge - the Suguru you knew died the night he left the school.
You both sit in silence, finishing up your cigarettes, letting the weight of your honesty sit between you both.
“Be careful with Gojo,” she finally says, looking over to you. “I don’t think either of you could handle this world without the other.”
Your mouth fell open from her words, a gentle squeeze on your knee before she jumped off the trolley and left you to your thoughts.
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To tell you the truth// I'm not the person you knew//
THE BLUSH??? THE SWEAT??? THE WAY HE'S HOLDING HIM LIKE HE'LL DISAPPEAR IF HE LETS GO 😭
Wicked Games: Nine
“You’re dislocated, don’t be like that.
And you smile when you dive in, like you’re never coming back.
So hold my body; yeah, hold my breath.
See your face when I black out, I’m never coming back”
- Fear of the Water by SYML
You sit on the bleachers facing the track outdoors, the wind lightly blowing your hair around as you watch the Tokyo students prepare for the Kyoto event.
You hadn’t heard back from Satoru in weeks since everything was left in such a mess. You were mostly trying not to think about it, focusing on your work, the remaining first years, and the second years who had returned.
Your gaze follows the training students below - Nobara with Panda and Toge, Megumi discussing something with Maki. You can’t help the way it reminds you of old times.
The sound of metal rings into the air, two staffs colliding as the two boys trained together. Satoru, quick, confident, and observant. Suguru a quiet storm, working in a defensive mode to counter Satoru’s offensive approach.
Shoko is perched against the chain link fence beside you, cigarette between her lips. She seems bored.
Suguru sneaks a peak in your direction and you give him a shy smile, Satoru successfully managing to land a blow. Suguru’s eyes return to his friend, a mischievous smirk and cold look to his eyes.
They continue fighting until eventually they tire out, returning to you and your friend. Suguru stops beside you, pulling you into his chest as he kisses you.
“Hmm, hey,” he smiles down at you.
“Hey yourself,” you smile up at him. You guys had been dating for the better part of a year now, your romance having started almost as soon as you joined the technical school. Since then it had been a whirlwind romance in your equally dangerous lives.
“Get a room,” Shoko sighs as she smirks at you in mock disgust, Satoru looking at the ground.
Suguru, with his arms wrapped around your waist and your back flushed to his chest, leans into your space nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Not a bad idea-”
You blush as you lean away from his lips.
“You need a shower,” you note, your eyes falling on Satoru, his own hair sticking to his forehead. “Both of you.”
Suguru kisses your neck before pulling away as he notices your teacher, Yaga, moving in your direction. Satoru looks over his shoulder, noticing his professor.
“What did you two do now?” you asked with a laugh, earning a smirk from both boys.
You shake your head, letting the memory fade away. Thinking about Suguru was still painful. You felt most of the time like you were mourning him. As Satoru had said - the man you knew died the day he left the school, even when you prayed it wasn’t true. And then there was Satoru. Whatever was going on between the two of you now, it was messy and confusing. He had always been more affectionate with you, but you had always chalked it up to Satoru being Satoru. So what if there was more to it and you had missed it all these years because you were stuck in the past? Even then, could you honestly entertain the idea of Satoru?
You run a hand through your hair, looking down at the notebook in your lap. You were getting ahead of yourself and there were bigger priorities right now. Whatever your feelings were, you had to set them aside so you could focus on your work and the students. Right now, you were one of the primary lines of defense against Suguru if he came back, which meant you couldn’t let the past control you.
The students continue training throughout the day and you guide them along, until finally the end of the day comes and you walk Megumi back to his room. It had been awhile since you had spoken to him - the events of Yuji’s death seemed to stir something in him as he disappeared shortly after to “take care of something”. You had noticed it relatively early, but didn’t pry him on the matter. You knew how Megumi was and if he wanted to talk about it, then he would.
“How have you been?” you asked.
“I’m alright,” Megumi replies after a moment of silence.
You reach his room and you stop him before he disappears.
“Y’know, it’s fine to not be,” you give a small, reassuring smile.
Megumi gives a stiff nod, clearly uncomfortable with talking about his emotions - even in your company, someone he has known for so long. You decide not to press him further on it, letting him know if he does want to talk to you and then waving goodbye to him just as your phone rings.
You catch yourself hoping it’s Satoru, his unwarranted long period of silence with you having you on edge. Even when he was away, Satoru always reached out with phone calls and text messages. Instead, Nanami’s name filters across the screen. You're surprised to see him calling you, as you haven’t heard much from him since he’s been bouncing between missions after Yuji’s death.
“I’ve got a case I need you on,” he spoke into the phone.
He sounded distracted, a bit gruff. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the state of his voice, but you found yourself nodding before realizing he couldn’t see you. Nanami didn’t often ask for help - he was a component and skilled sorcerer - which meant he had a seriously dangerous case.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll inform Yaga of my leave, make sure someone is watching the students,” you said, walking to your office for your belongings - namely your weapons and thigh holster. “Text me your location and I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
***
When you met with Nanami it was late in the evening, finding him setting up base in some hotel. You had knocked on his room’s door and after another round of knocks, he answered.
You were surprised by the sight in front of you - a shirtless Nanami with a bloodied bandage to his side. Your eyes went wide, moving into the space as he shut the door behind you.
“Nanami,” you murmured, gingerly moving your fingers to his exposed stomach, inspecting the bandages. Your skin lightly grazed his and you didn’t miss the unmistakable tension from his abs in the action.
“I’ll be fine,” he said stoically, but as you moved to inspect the damage further, he flinched into your touch, causing you to give a doubtful glare, instructing him to sit on the bed while you care for the wound.
“What happened?” You were moving around the bathroom, surprised to find it spotless aside from the bloody towel in the trash-bin. It was a lot of blood. You grimaced, finding some medical supplies and fresh towels.
“Ran into some issues with a curse-user,” he noted, watching as you returned to the space and knelt in front of him. He couldn’t help but observe as your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, face holding a slight frown from his state.
“I take it this is the special-grade you mentioned?” You don’t glance up from your work, focusing on unwrapping his bandage as you begin to clean the wound with some antiseptic and gauze. He hisses a bit and you mumble a sorry. “I don’t quite have Shoko’s techniques mastered to properly care for others.”
He shakes his head as if he doesn’t mind. “It is. I’ve been tracking him for a better part of a week - only managed to catch up to him today.”
You glance up at him from under your lashes as you begin to apply a new bandage, his side finally not bleeding as much. “Well I hope you managed to give him Hell,” you say with a soft smile. His own lip twitches into a small smile before you look back down at your work. “Is this too tight?”
“No, it’s fine thank you,” he replies, his own voice becoming more clear as he looks away from you. “I did do some damage - but the report indicated a first-grade. Somehow he’s gotten more powerful since then.”
You frown as you stand, discarding the used material and putting away the supplies. When you return you lean against the wall, arms crossed, as Nanami begins to button-up his shirt that had previously been on the bed.
“Is it just me or do curses and curse-users seem to be getting more bold? First Sukuna, the incident at the detention center, Suguru, and now this,” you motion to his frame as you bite your lip in thought. “Somethings going on.”
Nanami is quiet, contemplating your words. He hasn’t missed the warning signs either - the change in atmosphere regarding curses. Something was off and the sooner it was discovered, the better.
You push off the wall, motioning to the door. “But, we aren’t going to make some serious headway until tomorrow morning - give your body some time to heal and rest. I’ll be staying in the room across the hall.”
He looks like he’d like to refute, but backs down as his side stings with pain. He nods and wishes you goodnight as you leave..
***
You’re investigating the decaying hallway of the abandoned asylum, Nanami having informed you of the case this morning as you made your way to the building.
From what you gathered, the curse-user could alter your perception of reality and was highly skilled in combat. As Nanami described, they would trap you within the confines of your mind and unleash a fury of attacks. An attack on the mind and body. And that was what he currently knew - meaning there was likely more information still to be learned regarding their abilities. Aside from that, they had been killing citizens within the area and murdering sorcerers who came looking. Essentially, they were a serial killer personified with supernatural abilities. Great.
“Why does it always have to be desolate buildings,” you murmur as Nanami walks a few feet ahead of you, eyes trained to spot the curse energy. Truth be told, it wasn’t hard to miss. There was a crazy amount in the area - the problem was it wasn’t all from the curse user as many curses had appeared to take up residence here. Most of the ones you came across were easy enough to deal with, a flick of your wrist or Nanami’s blade had them shatter out of existence.
“How are you?” you ask as you scurry up to his side. You never liked this side of your work - it’s why you taught. Meanwhile, Satoru and even Suguru - when you were together - believed you had potential for so much more. Even if that was the case, you still held back.
Nanami glances at you briefly before his gaze falls to his wound. You had cleaned and mended him once more before leaving.
“It’s better,” he replied, a tight line across his lips. He was still in pain, but he had a job to perform and he’d prefer completing it.
You go to question him when you hear movement in the distance. A woman emerges, chuckling as she eyes you both. She’s shockingly beautiful with mysterious eyes, curves, and a young face. Honestly, she looked to be no more than 20.
“Back for more, pretty boy?” She grinned and then her eyes fleeted to you, a pout on her lips. “Aww, you brought a friend. I don’t know if I should be jealous or happy to have another plaything.”
She perches her arms behind her back, tracing the hallway towards you each. “Really, your looks are sooo lost on their side,” she smirked to Nanami, sneering at the mention of the sorcerers. Her eyes flicker towards you again, apprising you - your weapons on your thigh holster, your cursed energy, and the school button you had sewn into your fighting gear.
“Mmm, you’re powerful,” she licks her lips. “I can almost taste your curse energy. Delicious.”
You go to move into a fighting position but find yourself paralyzed - Nanami also unable to budge. Well shit. She wags her finger as she approaches you each, hand grazing along the back of Nanami’s shoulders before moving to you, hands combing through your hair. She stops in front of you each, leaning in close: “Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet.” She pecks you each on the lips, annoyance and slight panic on each of your features. Leaning into your ear, she whispers: “Go to sleep…”
Your eyelids begin to flutter close, finding yourself collapsing on the ground as you see Nanami being dragged away.
***
“Hey sleepyhead,” your eyes slowly blink open as you're greeted with a soft kiss, warm eyes looking down at you.
You smile up, taking in the sharp features of the man in front of you. “How long was I asleep?”
He rolls away from you, glancing at the alarm clock on his side of the bed before folding his body over yours’ again, face hovering over your own. “It’s almost noon.” He brushes his nose against yours’ before pulling away, hair tickling your face as you laugh lightly from the action. “Hmm, love that smile.” He leans forward, pecking your lips once more.
You comb your fingers through his hair like you’ve done so many times before, always that one piece in front of his eyes. “Love you Suguru,” you murmur.
He blushes slightly, a content smirk on his lips before he pulls away with a pout from you. He laughs as he rolls off the bed and you take in his naked body - muscular back, toned limbs, cute butt - as he walks into the bathroom to shower.
A content sigh falls from your lips as you glance at the nightstand beside you - a photo of you and Suguru at your wedding. He was dressed in formal traditional robes, you wore an ivory modern kimono with a Western twist. You looked happy and in love, but you found yourself frowning. You don’t remember the day, but you knew it was your wedding. You slowly sit up in the bed, slipping out of the covers as you wrap yourself in a short robe. You remembered that robe - the silk one from your home. You bought it at a flea market a few years back. You look around the room some more - the warmth of the sun filtering through the sheer curtains that covered the expansive windows overlooking the countryside outside. More photos of Suguru and you were throughout the room: a photostrip from your first date when you dragged him into a photobooth, photos of your engagement party, and then finally one photo that stuck out to you - a sonogram. Your hand with your wedding band drifted down to your stomach, now noticing the small bump there. You were growing confused and frightened now - many of these memories you didn’t recall making. And where were the photos you took while at school with your friends?
Suddenly Suguru emerges from the bathroom, hair down and body damp with a towel wrapped around his waist. He notices your expression, eyes furrowing together in confusion.
“Sweetheart?”
You take a small step back. This was wrong. This felt wrong.
“Y/n?” Suguru is moving closer to you now and suddenly his actions remind you of something else - something real. Wet body - wet hair. Your apartment as he moved towards you, asking about Sukuna. His cruelty and the love hidden behind his eyes. Suddenly a crack of thunder and lighting goes outside, despite there being no rain and only sun. Your eyes flicker towards the distraction briefly, your gaze falling back to Suguru is now suddenly in front of you - in your space.
He looks different - the tenderness behind his eyes are gone, a dark look in his eyes as he gives you a condescending look. His once normal arm looks scarred and damaged and before you know it, it’s grabbing you by the back of your hair and forcing you to look up at him from an uncomfortable angle.
“Let go of me,” you hiss.
He’s repeating the words from the forest. “You want me, want this.”
“This isn’t real,” you snap.
He gives you one last smirk, seemingly proud of you for figuring it out. “Bingo.”
You startle awake from the cold floor, head aching and heart pounding from the dream you had just experienced. You quickly inspected yourself - seemingly fine of any wounds - before quickly getting up as you realized the absence of Nanami. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You're running down the hallway quickly, tracking the cursed energy of the curse-user until finally you come across the woman straddling over a barely conscious Nanami. He’s bloody and bruised, but you can tell he’s still breathing - barely.
She looks to you from where she is. “You woke up sooner than I anticipated.”
“Get away from him,” you warned, careful steps moving in her direction.
She gives you a bored look before gazing back down at Nanami, finger running down the side of his chiseled jaw. “He’s so handsome,” she said, ignoring you. “Why didn’t you dream of him?” You freeze momentarily, a wicked smirk on her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, Suguru is equally handsome. I met him once - I would know,” you don’t miss the suggestive tone to her voice, “But him,” her fingers trace his lips, “So pretty.”
She looks at you again, genuine curiosity in her eyes. “Would you like to know what he dreamed? ”
“I said get away from him.”
“Ugh, you're no fun,” she moves to stand. “He dreamed of you, y’know. You were somewhere warm - a beach in the tropics and let me tell you-” she fans herself “-there is so much more behind that button-up.”
You don’t know whether to believe her or not, deciding it's safer to assume she is lying. No time to get caught up in the semantics.
“I’m only going to warn you once,” your hand moves towards your throwing knife, pulling it out. “Stop this. Stop hurting people.”
“Or what?” she scoffs. She looks back down at Nanami, inspecting her work. “It’s so much fun pulling people apart.” She looks giddy in her words as she finds herself being pulled back to him to continue her attack.
You don’t give her time, quickly throwing the blade in your hand as it makes contact with her cheek, a deep cut forming as blood begins to trickle down it. Her eyes move to yours, surprise registering as it returns to you.
“Cursed weapon?”
“Made especially for me.”
She stands, squaring off against you as she pulls out her own dual-edged twin daggers as she gives you a menacing look. “You're really going to wish you didn’t do that.”
She rushes you then, her movements quick and agile as she moves around the space until finally your blocking one another’s moves, metal hitting metal, and blood being drawn from you each. She manages to jut the blade out just right, cutting through the material of your clothes and slicing your leg deeply. Your leg nearly buckles but you remain standing, waiting for your opening until finally you grab her wrist. Then you notice Nanami over her shoulder and you realize his chest is no longer rising or falling. Rage, fear, and sadness suddenly fill you.
She falls to her knees almost immediately, panic crossing her features as both of her weapons fall to the ground. A reddish-orange color begins to circle around you from your cursed energy being activated, the pupils in your eyes matching the shade as it appears like a ring of blazing fire.
“Vitality depletion,” your words are cold and sharp and she begins to squirm in your hold, fear taking hold. The color in her features begin to fade, cheeks growing hollow and skin dry. Tears prick her eyes.
“Please,” she begs hoarsely.
“I thought it was fun pulling people apart,” you snap, repeating her words to her. You can’t stop thinking of Nanami. He couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t. Too many people were dying. First Yuji, then possibly him. And Satoru was nowhere to be seen…
Too many people are dying. The thought shakes you to your core as the girl before continues to whimper and plead, growing more and more weak by the second. Suguru crosses your mind - the unmistakable cold smirk - so proud of your abilities. Do it, he had murmured in those woods.
You pulled your hand away quickly and the girl collapsed to the ground, unconscious but breathing. The goal had been to trap her - not kill her. Your breathing heavy from your own actions, shocked from your lack of control.
You rush over to Nanami, wincing from the pain in your leg as you collapse onto the ground beside him. You look over his body frantically before resting your hands on his chest, doing the only thing you could think of: CPR.
You pumped his chest and then performed mouth-to-mouth several times, hoping to kickstart his heart. He still didn’t move, tears now falling down your cheeks.
“Please,” you cried, head falling to his chest.
Suddenly you felt a warm energy emitting from your fingertips and you glanced at your hands confused, a soft golden glow encompassing them. Your eyebrows furrowed together just as the energy began to die down, but you were distracted by the sound of Nanami coughing below you. Your eyes went wide, leaning forward until your cradled his head and pressed a sloppy kiss to his forehead, crying happily as he gave you a startled look. You looked like a mess - blood, sweat, tears, and snot on your face.
“What?”
You hugged him. “Thank God,” you murmured into his ear.
He groaned, slowly sitting up as you followed him. “Y/n? What happened?” He looked down at his chest, the blood covering his shirt - your own injuries - and then the passed out curse-user behind you. He goes to stand up on shaky legs, helping you up.
You're grinning like an idiot at him. “I don’t know - one minute you were just-”
“Just what?” He’s inspecting himself now - his injuries all but gone.
“Dead,” you gulp, “I just, I just touched you and there was a light and then you woke up.”
“I thought you couldn’t use reverse technique on others,” he stated.
“I can’t - I didn’t,” you look down at your hands. “I’m not sure what that was.”
He gives you a worried look before his gaze falls back to the curse-user. “Well, you can use techniques on yourself. I’ll get her taken care of - you mend yourself.”
You watch Nanami move towards her, taking out a cursed object presumably to be used to transport her back to the school to be judged by the higher ups and established clan where she would undoubtedly be either executed or imprisoned. Looking back down at yourself, you begin to mend your leg, wincing from the pain as a scar forms over the cut. You mend the other injuries, not quite as serious as your leg, before moving towards Nanami who is on the phone with someone. He hangs up just as you approach him.
“Hot date?” you joke, trying to ignore the words from earlier on Nanami’s dream and the strange look he is giving you since you used whatever that technique was.
“Another case,” he replied simply, your eyebrows furrowing together. Was it really safe for him to do another one so soon? “Come on, let’s get her back.”
“Right, no overtime,” you mumble, moving with him and the girl towards the exit.
You look over your shoulder one last time, a chill running down your spine, the feeling as if someone or something was watching you. Nanami stopped near the doors, turning to you.
“You alright?” he asked, inspecting you closely.
“I-” you go to speak, inspecting the decrepit lobby in front of you, shaking your head as you look back at him. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”
Mahito emerged from the wall as he watched your figure retreat with the blond, a crazed smile and laugh erupting from him. What fun,” he thought before skipping away into the darkness.
Wicked Games: Four
“You really know how to make me cry
When you give me those ocean eyes
I’m scared, I’ve never fallen from quite this high
Falling into your ocean eyes
I’ve been walking through a world gone blind
Can’t stop thinking of your diamond mind”
- Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish
Author’s note: The way I would fold for this man if he was real T_T Short chapter, but enjoy!
Thankfully sleep came easy to you that night, immediately passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. When you awoke the next morning you had gone about your usual regime - shower, getting dressed, and grabbing a hot beverage while you checked your messages. No new updates from Akari Nitta who was overseeing your group of classmates - all away on their separate missions. Your main point of interest was Yuuta - one that was both technically yours’ and Satoru’s student - given the recent events with Suguru.
You quickly typed an updated series of events to Akari, informing her to keep a close eye on all of the students and to update you if anything happens.
“Y/n, you ready yet?” Satoru stepped in your office, a whine to his voice as he seemed restless. He moved into the office, looking around the room as he observed your decor - something he always did, regardless of how many times he’s seen it before - until he slumped into the chair across from your desk. Taking up space - as he always did. He wasn’t a fan of confinement.
“I just started ‘Toru,” you said with a sigh, pulling out paperwork that was unfortunately calling your name.
Following your old regime helped in easing your nerves, giving you a sense of normalcy given the change of pace.
He groaned, head throwing back as you watched his Adam's apple bob. Your eyes flickered back to the work in front of you, ignoring your thoughts.
You had dreamed of him last night.
You pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, leaving marks and bruises as you laid your claim on him. The action left him rutting up into you, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him hit that spot just right within you.
“Fuck ‘Toru,” you mumbled.
A hand came down on your ass, a slap that made you jump in his lap, earning a whine from him.
“Did I tell you to stop moving?” he groaned out.
You sat on shaky legs, jumping up and down in his lap as you both moaned from the pleasure, Satoru palming your ass, your hips.
“Good girl,” he purred into your ear.
You had woken up completely hot and bothered, and confused. You had never had a sex dream about Satoru - even after you had sex. Yes, your relationship was… complicated, but even after having sex, you guys - namely you - made it work. Satoru had seemed unaffected after your affair. The same old ‘Toru, with a whole new arsenal to embarrass and tease you with.
You began reading and scribbling notes onto the documents, an annoyed huff leaving Satoru’s lips every now and again. You were used to his childish antics, but your dream had seemed to stir something in you, making you own annoyance for antics on edge.
“Satoru!” you finally snapped, eyes landing on him after he whined again within the last half-hour.
His head perked up, blindfolded eyes meeting your own. “What?” he asked innocently, smirk pulling at his lips.
You flushed under his gaze. What was wrong with you? “I’m trying to work,” you finally said, voice calmer as you tried to reason with him.
You watched him for another moment before returning to your work, a silence falling in the room as he pulled out his phone. Another half-hour passed when you looked back up, suddenly noticing Satoru was no longer in front you. Then you felt it - his presence leaning over you as he looked down at your work. You could smell his familiar, expensive cologne. He caged you into your desk, arms resting on either side of you as his head hovered by your own.
“What is all this, anyways?” You watched one his hands lift up one of the documents you had just signed.
He briefly glanced over it, picking up on the words that read “cursed being”, “England”, “Hiroshi”. He recalled Hiroshi being one of your students, a grade 1 who was set to graduate at the end of this year.
“I’m just wrapping up casework,” you said, focusing way too intently on the documents in front of you as you snapped it out of his hand.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he huffed out as he let you retrieve the document, standing fully in his own annoyance.
“We’re going,” he said defiantly, hand falling on top of your shoulder.
Before you could complain you and Satoru had warped onto what appeared to be a platform of a train station. You wobbled beside him, Satoru using his ability on you rarely and you felt his arm loop around your waist as he allowed you to regain your balance beside him.
“What the hell Gojo,” you snapped, annoyed. You rarely used his last name - mostly when he got on your nerves. You moved away from him, swaying a bit as he reached out to you. You smacked his hand away. “I was working.”
He pocketed his hands. “Relax, you still are. OR did you forget you’re teaching Yuji too?” He turned away from you, starting to move in a direction where you saw a familiar tuff of dark hair standing next to a pink-haired, sunshine looking young boy. You scrambled behind him, trying to regain your composure.
“I didn’t forget,” you hissed at him as you drew closer to the students.
Satoru stopped and you nearly collided into his back as he turned on you. “Is it something else then?” He was leaning into your space then and you stared him down stubbornly.
“Like what?” you asked.
“You’ve been on edge all morning,” he sighed. “Did something else happen last night after I left?” You remained silent. “Y/n, I promise you, Suguru can’t get to you or Yuji out here.”
“Right, you’re right. I was just nervous to leave campus,” you quickly agreed. A part of what he was saying was true. All morning you were dreading coming out here, worried you would see Suguru in the crowd after his promise from the night before. Worried for yourself, for Yuta, for Yuji. But that was a worry and the edge you felt was from something else entirely, from your damn dream.
He slung his arm over your shoulder then, pulling you into him as he walked you both towards the students. “Stay with me kid, I’ll keep you safe.”
***
It was the end of the day, having finally met Yuji Itadori and Satoru’s other new student, Nobara Kugisaki. Megumi had been somewhat surprised to hear you joining Satoru’s side as a teacher, in which you then explained the previous night's events. You weren’t sure the superiors would be pleased with you spreading the news, but you figured the students would be safer with the knowledge than left in the dark. Like Satoru, you weren’t their biggest fan and they weren’t yours either.
The kids had all returned to school after the mission Satoru had sent them out on today, leaving you alone with him as you stopped in front of Koi pond, watching the fishes bright colors and water sparkling in the moonlight. Satoru stood beside you, back leaning against the railing, arms perched up behind him.
While the beginning of your day had begun with unease, your nerves had slowly begun to settle over time and even the restlessness your dream gave you finally began to dissipate as you chalked it up to your emotions being keyed up and yourself fried.
“Why don’t you ever talk about him?” you asked suddenly, eyes flickering to Satoru as he stared up into the night sky.
He’s quiet for a moment, thinking about your question. He knows the answer: it’s too painful. Suguru had been his best friend, his family. Now he was the enemy. His enemy. He was sick of losing people - whether they died or left. His whole life had been lonely growing up until he met Suguru, had met you. He had already lost everybody, then he lost him.
He shrugs. “What’s the point?”
You watch him, not believing his nonchalant act. You turn to face him fully.
“He was your best friend,” you say softly. “He was a big part of your-”
Satoru meets your gaze, his blindfold long removed when you first had stopped at the pond. The look he gives you could cut glass, a warning.
“The guy I grew up with is gone, Y/n. He died the night he left,” his voice is serious and he’s careful to not let any type of emotion be conveyed in his words - the sadness he feels, the anger, the guilt. “Your boyfriend is gone.” He adds the last words and you can’t help but flinch. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, if anything he’s hoping the words will make you realize how dangerous it is for you to not see Suguru as what he’s become.
You remain quiet, turning to gaze at the fish again as an uncomfortable silence falls between you.
Satoru dares a peak in your direction, turning to fully face you as he suddenly pulls you into an embrace, his infinity down. You were one of the few people he let in. A weakness. But he’d never tell you that.
You bury your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to swallow you whole. Satoru could be many things - annoying, narcissistic, sociopathic, sadistic - but he was also your best friend. You knew he wasn’t perfect - as much as he liked people to believe.
He rubs soothing circles into your back, remembering how he did the similar action when you slept together all those years ago. For him that night had been more than just a one night stand.
You were moaning on top of him, your hands buried in his hair as you pulled at the white strands with each stroke he drilled into you. His arms were wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place as he kissed your jaw, your neck, your shoulders.
“Pussy was made for me,” he murmurs against your chest and you tighten at his words, a whine leaving your lips. “Such a dirty girl.”
“Satoru!” You're basically sobbing on top of him from the way he’s filling you up, eyes glossed over from the pleasure.
He can tell you're getting closer, the moans leaving your lips increasing as you keep murmuring out please, please, please. He kisses you again on the lips before burying his face into your neck, his intrusive thoughts winning as he doesn’t care if you hear him or not.
“Wanted this for so long,” he mumbles, large hands splayed across your sweaty back. “Wanted you. It's always been you…”
Your head flings back as you reach your high, oblivious to his proclamation, forehead falling onto his as you continue to ride out your high. His own hips begin to stagger, reaching his own end.
He rests his head on top of your own, enjoying the embrace a moment longer. He would never admit it, but he’s loved you since you were kids, even when you fell in love with Suguru. But love was tricky for Satoru, love was dangerous for himself and those he cared for.
“I miss him,” you whisper, your words shaking as you breathe the words into existence.
Satoru is quiet, burying his lips into your head as lets out a small sigh. “Me too.”
Wicked Games: Ten
“But what if it doesn’t end well, would you still stay?
What if I fuck it up like I always do and my shit gets in the way?
What if it doesn’t end well, would we still be fine?
When the world is over and we go under, would you still be mine?
Around the clock, we can talk for days
‘Bout how we saw it coming, another sign written on my face
‘Cause now my blood is pumpin’, can you hold me for a little while?
My skin is crawling, I feel vile”
- What if it doesn’t end well by Chloe Moriondo
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“So your hands just glowed?” Shoko is examining your fingers, tracing the lines as Yaga stands behind her, arms crossed.
It had been a while since your abilities evolved and grew in strength. From your knowledge growing up, you cursed energy was rooted in the energy of living things. You could temporarily take away an individual’s cursed energy or even a living being's own lifeforce, increasing your own strength in the process. You never thought your powers could give energy back.
You nod. “It was like Nanami was never injured to begin with.”
Your mind drifts to the memory of finding Nanami’s broken and lifeless form, the wounds you had seen. As soon as he was healed and you both had left with the curse user, he had disappeared on another mission.
Shoko glances back at Yaga who seems to be contemplating the information he is hearing. She sighs, eyes returning to you. “And you didn’t use the reverse technique?”
“Only on myself,” you reply, showing your scar on your thigh. “And obviously it wasn’t my finest work.”
Shoko’s face screws up in confusion, arms crossing as she takes a step back. You can tell a thought crosses her mind, but she keeps it to herself causing your own eyebrows to knit in confusion.
“Whatever it is, we’ll need to keep an eye on it. Train you for it. You’ll work with me,” Yaga notes. “In the meantime, you should return to your students.”
You hesitate for a moment as you watch Shoko, but finally relent, moving out of the infirmary and towards your office.
***
You haven’t heard from Satoru or Nanami in over two months now since the incident at the asylum. You surmised Satoru had wrapped him up in whatever he was doing, but the silence felt deafening for you.
You had been spending most of your time training the students for the Kyoto event or doing your own training with Yaga. Sometimes he would have you reflect on everything, but the thoughts usually left you worked up.
First Suguru, then Satoru, now this new ability. And you still couldn’t shake that feeling you had at the asylum as you left. Like someone or something was watching you, always there, right at the corner of your eye. It only added further anxiety to feelings you had at the knowledge that Suguru was out there somewhere too.
The constant edge you felt quickly turned you exhausted, yet on the nights you could sleep your dreams felt like that inflicted from the curse-user. Most times you wake up gasping for air and a cool sweat on your brow, unable to fall back asleep.
You were a mess by the time the Kyoto event came around - bags under your eyes, leg aching from fight, nerves fried. You had politely greeted Utahime and the Kyoto students when they arrived, Utahime not hiding the concerned look you had seen on so many others as of late.
You barely register how Panda mentions Satoru’s name before Satoru himself comes rushing towards you all, his familiar childish and cocky personality on display. The sight of him feels like whiplash in your state. The man who had left you months ago with a tender kiss and rare moment of honesty was now presumably back in your life. He seemed unaffected by everything that had transpired between you two and you can’t help but think that whatever had happened those few weeks you lived together must’ve been in your head. Satoru was being Satoru - the friend you had plainly told him you wanted him to be when you slept together all those nights ago.
You blink, realizing he has begun to hand out plushies to the Kyoto students, teasingly not giving Utahime one. You feel his eyes land on you and you look away, instead noticing the large box behind him.
When he sees you, he’s surprised by what he sees, a small frown pulling at his lips which he quickly hides at the sight of his other students. Still, he manages to quickly canvas your frame as you look away, your usual calm and professional demeanor is gone, and instead he feels like he is looking at a ghost. Your cheeks are sunken and the sparkle in your eyes seems to have diminished.
He hears Maki clear her throat and he remembers the box unopened behind him, twirling to the other side as he makes a show of opening it.
A moment passes before suddenly you watch in mutual shock as your students as Yuji Itadori emerges.
***
You're pretty sure a vein has burst in your head with the way it's throbbing. While Megumi and Nobara were both upset and dumbfounded to see Yuji alive, your eyes flickered back to Satoru in annoyance who didn’t seem to register that you were upset with him. You heard Yuji making a fuss in the distance, clearly upset that his friends didn’t react how he had anticipated.
The second years quickly stepped in, ushering the first years away to restrategize and welcome Yuji into the fold before anyone else could say or do something. You found yourself turning away, leaving the students to themselves and Satoru watching you go.
It doesn’t take long for him to catch up to you, finding you on the sofa in your space as you stare up at the ceiling, pillow held to your chest. He quickly notices how your curse energy feels different, how you feel different. He then sees how your hand falls to your tights-covered leg, skirt pooling around your thighs where your legs cross as you absently trace a line over the material.
“Stop staring at me,” you sigh, not meeting his gaze. You're frustrated and hurt. He had cut you out, presumably lied to you about Yuji, and seemed perfectly fine with it all.
He doesn’t look away though. You continue to toy with the scar on your leg, suddenly remembering the hole in Yuji’s own chest.
“How long did you know?”
He moves, squatting near your face and grabbing your chin, forcing you to meet his blindfolded gaze. For a minute you let yourself melt into the touch, the comfort and safety letting you momentarily forget about your anxiety waging inside of you.
“Since the day I left. After we argued,” he said after a moment, debating on what to tell you given your state.
You bite your bottom lip, tugging your chin from his grasp as you look away. You think back to the words shared between you, his actions as he leaves. His kiss, his honesty. The confusing feelings you had for him when it all happened - a moment and thought of maybe there was something more, that you weren’t just close friends who teased one another. But even now you wonder the validity of it all, recalling the events with Sakura. Had he simply been trying to get back into your good graces? It wouldn’t be his first time toying with your emotions to his benefit after he’s done something to clearly annoy you. You hate to admit it, but its’ a quality he shares with Suguru. Then you remember Shoko, who had come back shortly after you left and of Nanami disappearing.
“Who else?” you ask softly. You're trying to remain level-headed and calm.
He sighs, falling to his side as he leans against the couch on the floor, staring at the wall ahead of him. He shouldn’t really be surprised you would act this way. He had an idea of what had happened while he was away thanks to Shoko and even Nanami when it came to you, so rehashing this seemed pointless to him. But he’s also not stupid, recalling everything that had happened before that. Things were complicated.
“Who else, Satoru.” You repeat the words louder, sterner.
He says Shoko and Nanami and you're quiet, and he surmises you were simply seeking the validation from his answer, having come to the same conclusion yourself.
“It was the only way I could keep you both safe,” he explains. “Suguru believes he’s dead and if he comes asking you won’t know. It was the best solution given the circumstances.”
You sit up, legs swinging over to the side as you look down at your friend. You can understand the logic, but a part of you is frustrated he instead left you to believe Yuji had died. Left Megumi and Nobara to grieve. You understood the profession wasn’t a safe one, that students came and went like the wind. But there were other factors that came into play with Yuji, bigger stakes when he was a vessel to something incredibly dangerous. It was also why you didn’t work with younger students regularly - you felt like the more skilled they were, the less chance someone you had come to know would die so soon.
“If he comes asking…” you repeat the words, contemplating as you bristle at the insinuation it held and thinking about the care you had for your students. “Because I’m just going to tell him the truth?”
“Well you didn’t seem to have a problem kissing him, did you? The same man who's killed hundreds.”
Satoru knows he shouldn’t say it, but the words come tumbling out of his mouth quicker than he’d like. Things feel restless between you both. And he’s not your boyfriend, no matter what has happened between you both. Not to mention, despite who Suguru is now, at one point he was the closest thing Satoru had to family.
You stand and Satoru is soon standing too, looking down at you from his towering build. For once you don’t feel small from his presence, though, don’t feel his naturally powerful frame making you shy away from the command it held. You feel frustrated.
“I think you should leave,” you say coolly.
Satoru, however, is not backing down.
“What happened while I was away?” he asked instead.
“I did my job,” you reply, ignoring the fact you knew he was referencing your current state. If truly wanted to know more he could ask Ijchi who was bound to know everything by now. As childish as it was, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him everything like you normally would have. You don’t want him to know that despite your anger at him, you were more happy he was back.
“Y/n,” he warns. “We don’t know the full extent of why Suguru is interested in you and your abilities.”
You let out a tired sigh, the same thought plaguing you as you wished to understand what was happening to yourself. You notice the clock over his shoulder, nearly time for the event.
“I’m working on it. And I haven’t seen Suguru since-”
The forest.
You clear your throat. “The event should be starting soon, we should go join the others.”
You turn to move away from him but he grabs your wrist and you don’t pull away, despite your frustration. He pulls you towards him, his other hand reaching up and tracing the small scar from an accident on your cheekbone from when you had run through the forest and cut it. You can’t help the way you flush under his touch.
Satoru doesn’t say it, but he’s happy when he sees the color return to your face. He knows if he outwardly says something about your appearance that you may actually kill him.
“I missed you,” he smirked, however his voice conveys the rawness and softness his confidence hides.
For a moment you relent to the safety you feel in his presence. You roll your eyes, lightly pushing him away. “You missed antagonizing me.”
“Among other things.”
You decide to ignore him, easily picking up on the flirtatious undertones of his words and cock of his head. You retrieve your own arm, feeling his gaze on you as you retreat out the door before he finally joins your side.
***
When you join the others, Satoru all but forces you to sit beside him and you know him well enough that he’s trying to charm and annoy you into fully forgiving him.
“So how was your training?” you finally ask softly, eyes trained ahead of you. You feel Satoru look over at you.
“You first.”
You side eye him. “I asked you first.”
“No, technically, I did,” he replies cheekily, referring to your argument only moments ago.
You give an exasperated look. “You’re impossible.”
He’s quiet, finally relenting when he looks at you again, becoming serious. “I came across some special grade curses. I could handle them, of course, but it was like they were working together. They were incredibly intelligent… well up until I nearly killed him.” He smirks at the last bit at the memory of ripping the head off one of the curses, the surprise in both Yuji and its face when Satoru displayed his power.
You're surprised by his words. You hesitate for a moment, contemplating holding onto your own selfish reasons to not open up before finally relenting.
“Nanami and I came across a curse-user. Powerful. She knew Suguru.” You almost add how you nearly kill her, your reoccurring dreams, but instead you look outside as you suddenly begin to feel overwhelmed in the room. You still hadn’t told anyone about the dreams or your actions against the curse user. “I need some air.”
Satoru watches you as you leave, allowing you a moment on your own. He can already feel himself itching to chase after you, especially as you have finally begun to talk to him, until finally he gives in. He finds you outside sitting on the stone steps of the small porch. He sits beside you, and despite the large space, invades your own as his leg brushes against yours. You allow the silence to fester, playing with your fingers as he stretches his arms out behind him.
“You just-” you let out a frustrated sigh, head resting on your palm. The past weeks you had been holding everything together; containing the grief you felt for the sake of the students, the guilt over Suguru, the fear of losing more people. Everything had been locked away, and now on top of your recent injury and dreams, you can feel it bubbling to the surface despite the resolve to stay calm. “You let me think he was dead. You saw how I was when you came into my office and you just left and didn’t even reach out after all those months. You trusted everyone but me.”
You bury your head into your arms, Satoru watching you and for once he doesn’t have a witty remark to say. He wants to elope you in his arms and hold you close, let you cry into his shoulder but instead of being able to do so, Shoko wordlessly approaches behind him, motioning for him to head inside while she takes his place. He’s resistant, but knows his students’ deserve his attention. Shoko moves in beside you, hand resting between your shoulders. Unlike Satoru, she had been here to witness the chaos you had endured while he was away and she knew it was Hell.
“He trusts you,” she says after a moment, voice low. “He’s just… Gojo.”
You close your eyes at her words before looking back up at the landscape in front you. He was just Gojo. Right.
***
In the short while the event had started, shit began to unequivocally hit the fan. First all of the students’ tags burned up, then things went dark - literally. A giant curtain enclosed around the space where the students fought, barring out Satoru but allowing all others to enter.
You found yourself, Utahime, and Principal Gakuganji standing in front of the space, Satoru observing it as plans were drawn out. He didn’t like the idea of you entering behind the curtain, not after he had just returned and Yuji was already unaccounted for. But they were also your students. You weren’t going to allow a repeat of the events at the detention center.
You had separated from the others when entering the fold - Gakuganji focused on the individual making the curtain while you and Utahime dove deeper until eventually you each went your own way to cover more ground - her deeper into the forest, you towards a building you’d last seen Toge and the others.
It was quiet as you crept up on the building, footsteps soft and careful, canvassing the hallways. You came across no one - only silence. As you turned to leave you felt the familiar presence from the asylum. It was cursed energy - but as you really looked, you kept coming up short. Despite the panic you were feeling, you kept a level-head. You knew the dangers of letting your emotions get too out of hand with your work. You determined whatever it was, it wanted to remain hidden. And it had found its way here, which couldn’t be a coincidence.
“Quit hiding,” you hiss.
A sadistic laugh fills the space and the room feels like it’s molding around you, trapping you in. Suddenly an eyeball emerges from the wall, followed by several others all observing you. Miscellaneous mouths appear in a wide toothy grin.
“Who's hiding?” He smirks. A hand reaches up from the floor, wrapping around your ankle and startling you. “You have an interesting soul...” It’s pulling you under, the floor rippling beneath you.
He’s purring the last words as you slice through the hand, freeing yourself as you tumble backwards. You're confused from his words but before you can add more, the curse is interjecting, seemingly aware of something you’re not.
“Better go.”
You yelp a “wait” just as they disappear, the room suddenly flooding from light from the outdoors. The room shakes and you notice a flash of purple in the distance. Satoru and others.
You look around the room once more - now normal from whatever presence was in it before. Whatever it was, it felt powerful. After another moment you decided to leave, resolved to find the others.
***
“Can you please stop being mad at me?” Satoru whines, head flinging back dramatically as you open the door to your currently shared apartment. “Everybody is safe.”
You toss your keys on the table where your own items have slowly begun to build. In the few months you have been staying with Satoru, his home has been looking more and more like your own - especially in his absence. Your items are flung in the open foyer, a blanket from your place in his living room, and your mail gathering unopened on the counter.
You hear the door shut behind you as you slip off your heels and move further into the space. He follows your movements and you know you should let up on the guilt trip at this point, no matter how hurt you may be. You’ve kept things from Satoru too, from your past, things that may be deemed as major as a student secretly being alive. But you're still sensitive from everything else, and at times, more stubborn than him.
“That isn’t the point,” you say, although the words are more for yourself than him.
He trusts you… he’s just Gojo. Then: kissing him in the bathroom, him catching you after kissing Suguru, getting jealous over some random girl.
Even after you slept together Satoru told you things - even when you made the point it was a one time thing - which you refuse to admit, you’ve been rethinking. Things were different. How did sex not screw you up but everything else did?
You’re in your room by now, Satoru leaning against the doorway as he watches you, arms crossed. You just needed to get over this - whatever this was.
“What isn’t the point?”
“It’s… it’s nothing,” you sigh, a painted smile gracing your lips. You had bigger things to worry about then boys and relationships. You had students and a world to protect. “I’m just tired and… I guess I missed you too.”
You know he doesn’t quite believe your first statement, but the moment you finally admit you miss him causes a cocky smirk to grace his lips nonetheless. You roll your eyes, already regretting everything.
“What you miss?” he teased, moving towards you. “Was it our long talks? Me after working-out? My hands?” He wiggles his fingers for emphasis, then leans close, lips near your own, “My kisses or the se-”
You playfully shove his head away from your own as you duck away, although you know your face betrays you from the three shades of red you turn.
“I doubt you were without company while you were away,” you say, moving towards your closet as you remember Satoru and Sakura. Satoru moves towards your bed, dramatically falling onto it as his head hits the pillow.
Satoru mentally cringes from the memory of you catching him with Sakura, remembering the way you looked when you caught him. He knew he had royally fucked things up then, whatever moment you had shared prior after you kissed him in the club seemingly fading away for you. Any possibility of him. A part of him wanted to change that, while another part knew keeping his distance was safer for you both. Less complicated. The side that wanted you - as much as he didn’t want to admit it - often won in these battles. Besides, he was all powerful - surely he could have both? He remains silent, his intrusive thoughts slipping into his mind as he thinks of ways and things to say that would surely win you over.
When you emerge from the closet, clothes in hand, and no comeback from Satoru, you find him splayed out on your bed - as if he didn’t have his own. His chest rises and falls slowly and you realize, after what was probably an incredibly long few months for him, he has fallen asleep.
At first you're annoyed, deciding that you’ll kick him out, but then he shifts in his sleep and you swear you can see whatever kind of tension he has leaving his body.
You move into the bathroom and shower and change. The shirt you wear is baggy, your hair hanging loose and wet as your fingers fall to the exposed part of your thigh, tracing the scar there. You crawl into the bed beside him, leaning against your headboard as you watch him for a moment.
Your fingers drift to his face, carefully removing his blindfold, fingers hesitating for a moment as they traced his cheekbones before setting it on the bedside table. Mindlessly your hand returns to him, combing through his messy white locks in a comforting way and he lets out a pleased sigh from the action.
“Missed you,” Satoru repeats, arm flinging over your waist.
You only smile, allowing yourself this one semblance of calm with him, the rest of your worries fading away before your own eyes drift shut.
Wicked Games: Eleven
“Cause I’m beggin’, beggin’ you
And put your loving hand out, baby
I’m beggin’, beggin’ you
And put your loving hand out, darling.
I need you to understand
Tried so hard to be your man
The kind of man you want in the end.”
- Beggin’ by Maenskin
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When Satoru stirs awake he realizes he’s not in his own bed, the sunlight filtering in through open curtains that cause his eyes to screw shut in annoyance.
He runs a hand down his face, realizing he is still in his own work uniform and he recalls yesterday evening. His head turns and finds the back of your frame to him, the blanket hanging low on the curve of your hips. The shirt you wore to bed has risen up slightly, exposing a small portion of your lower back. One of his arms is trapped under your body, your head lying on it and he realizes at some point in both of your sleep you must have shifted into a spooning position.
His own eyes drift further south, examining his own frame as he realizes his morning wood. You stir in your sleep beside him, turning over until you're facing him. Slowly your own eyes begin to open as you greet him with a groggy and confused pout.
“‘Toru?”
You weren’t really expecting him to be in your room in the morning.
“Hey,” he murmured. “We really need to stop making a habit of this.” He then teases.
Your eyes narrow, frown forming with a groan and only deepening further when you realize the noticeable tent in his pants and how close you two are.
“Satoru.” You roll away from him and out of the bed.
He seems unaffected, instead smirking as his now free arm comes beside his other and rests behind his head. He gives you a cheeky look and a wink.
“Want to help or…?”
You flush, recalling your own interactions with said appendage.
“You have a hand - use it,” you huff back.
“Didn’t realize you were into voyeurism,” he smirks, eyebrows wiggling.
“Not in here,” you snap, throwing the nearest object to you at him that only makes contact with his infinity and safely lands on the bed.
He throws his hands up in surrender, shuffling out of your bed as he moves to leave.
“If you change your mind -”
“OUT.”
You shut the door behind him, taking in a breath of air as you hear his feet retreat to his room. With your head perched against the door you can’t help but think about how you actually slept well last night. No night terrors or sudden panic attacks. Thankfully, you also didn’t have to go into work today - Satoru having trusted your duties over to Ijchi shortly after the events from yesterday. You admitted you felt guilty, but you also knew you needed a minute to relax - for your sake and the others.
You push away from the door and make a bee-line for the adjoining bathroom, resolved to begin your day.
***
“I’m going for a run.”
You are moving past Satoru who now sits in the living room, his uniform gone and in its place a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. His blindfold is absent, still sitting on your bedside table.
Satoru watches you stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, eyes raking over your figure in your tight leggings and the t-shirt you had stolen from him two years ago. Its overwhelming on your body, tied on the side to better fit your frame and he can’t help but imagine you in only it.
“I’ll join you.”
You go to object, having forgotten about his bodyguard status in his absence, but then close your mouth. Truth be told, Mei Mei was much more lax about the whole thing and it was a welcome change of pace. However, after how well you slept last night and the ease Satoru brought to your recent anxiety, you found it hard to put up any resistance.
You wait for him near the front door where he joins your side a few minutes later. He’s exchanged his sweats for joggers, sunglasses now covering his eyes and running sneakers on.
He gives you a smirk and your eyebrow perks up curiously. "I’m forgiven then?”
You shrug, opening the door as you look at him over your shoulder. “Ask me again after you buy me lunch.”
He smiles following you out.
***
Running with Satoru was a mistake. The man’s stamina was insane and even when your own energy was replenished, his long legs had him running laps around you. By the time you each are stopping for rice bowls for lunch, you’re a sweating mess and he’s only got a light gleam on his skin. You're breathing erratically, leaning against a park bench as you watch him in the distance place your order. He knew you well enough to know that sort of thing.
He approaches holding two sealed bowls and chopsticks, finding pleasure in your current state. He knows he probably shouldn’t say something clever, but he can’t help himself.
“Nice to know I can still make you sweat.”
You roll your eyes, forcefully pulling the food from him as you sit down beside him. You realize you're near the koi pond you were with when you had brought up the topic of Suguru. You eat some of the food, eyes flickering to his side profile as he takes in the scenery before him and happily eats. You decide that if Satoru realizes your same thoughts about the koi pond, he’s not interested in discussing it. He never liked to think about his old friend.
You sit with him enjoying the silence as you both eat until finally Satoru cuts through it with an unexpected question.
“Are you okay?”
The food presently making its way to your mouth returns back to the bowl, your eyes looking over to him as you realize he’s looking at you now. You place your lunch between you both on the bench, thinking about his question. You suspected he already knew the answer.
“I’m managing,” you say. Managing felt like an understatement. If anything you felt like you were surviving, your mind and body having been overly-exerting itself non-stop. “But um, how was Yuji?”
He stretches on the bench, leaning his weight into the seat as his arms fall on the expanse of the back. His free hand falls behind you and you feel his fingers graze your back.
“He’s a fast learner,” he smiles. “I think Megumi might be jealous. Guess I’ll know more at the baseball game.”
You smile. You missed this. Your talk about his students, the simplicity of just being with one another.
“Right, that’s tonight,” you recall and you also are beginning to regret your decision to run. Granted you weren’t playing, but knowing Satoru he’d figure out a way to get you on the field. And you knew your limbs would hate you.
“Y/n… what exactly happened while I was away?”
“Satoru,” you let out an exhausted sigh, a warning tilt to your voice. “You already know.”
“Not from you.”
“Well the story doesn’t really change even when I tell it.” You really weren’t in the mood to think about your recent state of mind, not when you were finally unwinding. You stand, throwing out the remainder of your lunch when you feel your anxiety creep in again when you remember the curse you came across.
“We should go.”
“Y/n-” Satoru begins but you raise your hand, voice wavering a bit.
“Please Satoru, just leave it.”
You can tell he wants to press further but he submits for now, head falling back as he looks to the sky. He lets out a loud sigh before he looks back to you, a cocky smirk plastered back on his face.
“Race you home?”
***
You arrive at school separately from Satoru, Nanami surprising you when he texted offering to join you for the event.
Satoru had all but whined and pouted when you left your bedroom and explained you were leaving early, and his antics only grew when Nanami greeted you at the door.
He tried to hold back the scowl that fell on his lips when you greeted Nanami with a kiss to his cheek, explaining how you missed him and were glad to see him. It wasn’t like he had lied too, Satoru thinks.
You were dressed nice too - freshly showered and wearing a sundress that hugged you just right as it stopped mid-calf, a jacket thrown over the thin straps to keep you warm. You were starting to look healthier compared to the other day, happier.
“You look nice,” Nanami greeted and Satoru noticed how you flush from the statement.
What exactly happened while he was gone?
“Thanks,” you reply and then glance back at Satoru as you grab your set of keys on the table. “I’ll see you there?”
Satoru grumbles a yes as he watches you leave with Nanami, not missing the way you ask how he is with the door shutting behind you.
He’d just gotten back into your good graces, was finally seeing you act like yourself more, and then you up and leave without him? He’s annoyed. And jealous. However he tries to ignore that last feeling, recalling how well it worked out last time he tried to make you jealous and you wound up catching him with Sakura.
So instead he focuses on the fact you’re still not opening up to him when all he can think about is how Suguru appeared in your room all those nights ago - and he was the person you called. Not Nanami - him.
He goes to his room to change - noticing the cracked plaster in the wall from where he punched it, involuntarily flexing his hand from the memory.
He was resolved to get you to open up - even if that meant getting under your skin.
***
Nanami is sitting beside you as you watch Maki hit a home run, taking off as she runs around the bases. You cheer for her as she crosses home base, the man beside you clapping politely at the success. Outside of the dugout Satoru is talking to Yuji and the others, having made a beeline for his students.
“I was surprised you decided to come,” you note. Nanami hated his job, probably hated the school too and the corresponding functions that coincided with it.
He shrugs, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together. He glances back at you, meeting your gaze from behind his glasses. “Shoko reached out - said it was off the clock.”
“Big baseball fan?”
He nods, a faint smile on his lips. “I enjoy the sport, yes.” He hesitates for a moment, then: “Besides, I trained Yuji - I’m interested to see his progress.”
A whistle blows in the air, catching your attention as you watch the students change positions. Yuji sits as the catcher, Satoru stands behind him. He momentarily looks back at you, eyes taking in whatever moment you were sharing with Nanami.
“Careful, you’ll make me think you enjoy your job,” you joke and you don’t miss the way the back of Nanami’s ears flush red, despite the stoic look on his face.
You laugh at his reaction and soon both of your attention is drawn back to the game as you watch the students compete. You catch your gaze falling on Satoru throughout the game: tall, athletic frame in a button down and slacks, his undivided attention on watching his students actions and decisions. You had to admit, it could be captivating watching him with his students. While he still often retained his mischievous nature, in rare moments like this he became serious and focused, the side of Satoru you knew who only wanted the best for them and this world. A change in the system and knowing it started here, at the school.
The sun was beginning to set when the game wrapped up - Tokyo having won and friends gathering around to make plans. Nanami had even gone to congratulate Yuji, the young man growing pleased when he saw one of his mentors. You smiled to yourself at the action before making your way back to your office to wrap up some of your own work with your students who were away. Some were expected to return soon given the recent outburst at the school so they could canvas the area closer to home.
You stand at your desk, back to the door as you shuffle through some new documents.
“How was your date?”
You spin to find Satoru standing near the entrance of the office, hands in his pockets as he observes you. You roll your eyes.
“It wasn’t a date.”
He whistles, stepping further into the space as he approaches you. “Does Nanami know that?”
With a shake of your head you turn your back to Satoru, placing the documents down. Your mind races back to the kiss in the bathroom and the similarity in those events. But you weren’t going to kiss him now - you were sober enough not to fall for his antics.
“Yes,” you answer truthfully. You turn back to him, arms crossing. “We were just catching up since he left.”
Satoru’s jaw ticks. “About?”
You shrug. “Life, cases. He wanted to check in on me after what happened and I wanted to make sure he was okay.”
You turn your back to Satoru again, thinking the discussion is over but are stopped from gathering another stack of documents when Satoru’s cool voice cuts through the air.
“So you’ll talk to Nanami but not me?” You have to admit, he sounds a bit hurt. He knows he’s being unreasonable, but at the moment he finds it difficult to act rationally.
You huff. Great, right back to square one. You move towards your office door and softly shut it to prevent any wandering listeners. You let out an exhausted laugh, hand moving your hair from your face. Why couldn’t he understand that you would talk to him when you were ready?
“Unbelievable… I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” you mumble and Satoru picks up on the words as he leans against your desk, knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the desk tightly as he watches you.
“Well if you talked to me, then we wouldn’t be. I can’t help you if you act like this.”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” you snap back.
Satoru is quiet as he hangs his head, taking in your words before dramatically sucking in a breath of air as he tries to remain calm. A feat for him.
“Y/n, when I got back - you, your energy - everything was wrong.” His voice is sterner, softer. He sounds more calm than he did before, but you’ve known him long enough to notice the undertones of worry in his voice.
You make an exasperated noise as you shake your head, pacing away from the door. “Why can’t you just leave it alone?”
He surprises you when he pushes off the desk, approaching you dangerously close. “Because-” he stops himself and your brows knit together in confusion.
“Because why?”
He’s watching you intently behind his glasses. There were a lot of reasons why he wasn’t leaving it alone - many of which he wasn’t prepared to fess up to. So he goes to what feels like the easier answer, but he can’t help the nerves he feels and the way he gulps before saying it.
“Because I can’t lose you too.”
Oh. You feel yourself visibly soften from his words - suddenly feeling guilty as you recall Suguru and Amanai. Of his general past.
“You aren’t going to lose me,” you promise him reassuringly.
Satoru remains quiet and for once you can’t tell if he believes you. You stand up on your tiptoes, hand pressing to his cheek as you make him focus on you before placing a kiss to his other cheek and pulling back to look at his face. “I promise.”
A small smile tugs at his lips and you return it as his own hand comes up to cradle the one on his cheek in a surprising action that leaves you blushing. You again remember the bathroom, the kiss, then the almost kiss in your bedroom.
You are definitely not going to kiss him - you can’t kiss him. You were the one to stop things before anything could happen after sleeping together and you’ve already fucked it up once. Besides, there was no way it could be fair when you were still screwed up over Suguru.
Yet you aren’t pulling away from the close gap between you and Satoru and he seems to notice it too. Slowly he begins to lean forward and his lips ghost over yours in a delicate kiss.
This wasn’t his plan. Honestly, he came in wanting to just talk. But the look your give him now has his folding and he finds himself testing the waters. He smirks to himself when he thinks about Nanami probably wondering where you are and decides this is just an added bonus.
In a way it reminded you of the kiss you shared when you first slept together, the roles reversed as Satoru now grants you an out. When you don’t pull back he leans forward again, the kiss more passionate as his hand leaves your own and cradles your hips, fingers pressing into your sides in an almost-bruising grip as he pulls you flush to his body and leans over you, your feet falling flat to the ground once more. Your hands travel into his hair, pulling his lips closer to your own. When he pulls away your both breathing deeply, cheeks flushed and lips plump.
“Just this once?” he asks, surprising you with the words from all those years ago. You can’t help but nod before he’s kissing you again, spinning you around as he guides you backwards until your back hits your desk. His sunglasses land somewhere nearby as he removes them. His hands then trail lower, grazing over your ass as your own hands fall back onto the desk, assisting in hoisting you up onto the edge of it. His hands slide up your body again, pushing the jacket off your frame before he cups your jaw and cranes your neck to the side, hot kisses and love bites being made against your neck as you let out a pleased moan.
You know this probably isn’t a good idea. Definitely not a good idea. But you’d be lying if you say Satoru wasn’t good at this.
Your hands shuffle to pull his shirt out of his pants before they slip underneath, running across his abs that causes him to suck just a bit harder against your collarbone when your nails rake across him. Your hands reemerge as you begin to make work of his buttons and pull his shirt off.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
His own hands begin to bunch up the skirt of your dress until it's pooled high around your thighs. He pulls away from leaving kisses on you, forehead falling against your own as your half-lidded gazes meet one another, his hand moving under the skirt as you feel it move higher on the inside of your thigh. Your skin burns from his touches and you moan as he squeezes your thigh dangerously close to your center. You lean forward to capture his lips on your own, but he pulls back with a teasing smirk each time. You go to pout, but your mouth falls open as his hand slips into your panties and you feel his finger graze your clit.
“There we go,” he smirks, watching you unravel as his finger draws infinity circles across the sensitive nub, whimpers and mewls leaving your lips as your breathing picks up. His thumb takes over as his hand slips lower and you feel two fingers press their way into your walls. He slowly pumps them and you grip his strong shoulders for support.
“Satoru - p-please,” you beg out.
He kisses your temple, continuing the ministrations as he watches your eyes squeeze shut, jaw slack. “What beautiful? What do you want?”
His voice is mischievous, but dark and husky. His dick aching in his pants.
“Faster please,” your eyes flicker up to him, pleadingly. He groans from the look you give him and kisses your forehead with a smile before complying, a loud moan escaping your lips as he suddenly picks up his speed, fingers curling just right as they hit that one spot in you he knew made your toes curl.
Your lips crash onto his once more, trying to silence yourself as you roll your hips into his palm, chasing your release. The room smells of sex and you feel embarresed at the slick sound between your legs, but it’s quickly taken over when you feel the coil in your stomach snap and your head flies back, a silent scream falling from your lips as your thighs trap Satoru’s hand between your legs. Satoru uses his other hand to splay across your back, holding you in front of him as your flushed chest heaves in front of him, your body trembling from the shock of your orgasm as he continues to guide you through it. When your legs begin to relax he pulls his hand away and he watches with a smirk as you twitch from the sensitivity of it.
“You ruined your panties,” he teases as you lean back into him, giving a gentle kiss on his lips.
“You ruined them,” you note back and he only gives you a cheeky look, before his fingers slip around the sides, pulling them down your legs.
You watch him kneel in front you, kissing the inside of your knee before his head begins to travel further up, butterfly kisses trailing up as your hands fall onto his hair when you feel his breath ghost over your center.
He licks his lips at the sight of you. His first real taste of you. You feel his tongue move through your folds and you jump from the sensation, still sensitive as you pull at his hair. It only earns a grunt from him as he continues to eat you out. You're not surprised when you discover Satoru is messy but meticulous with his tongue as your legs fall over his shoulders and you feel yourself fall back onto the desk as you stare at the ceiling breathing hard. It doesn’t take much until Satoru has you cumming again and you cover your mouth to smother the moan of his name falling from your lips. When he emerges leaning over your frame, his lips are glistening and wet, a satisfied look on his face as you grab his cheeks and pull him towards you, kissing him hungrily as he groans against your lips and you feel him rut against your center.
Your hands fall to his pants, making quick work of the button and zipper before he is helping you in shuffling them and his underwear just far enough down for his dick to spring free.
“I don’t have a condom,” he warns you.
“What about your office?” you ask him.
He gives you a teasing look and you roll your eyes.
“I’m not just fucking all the faculty.”
You bite your tongue as you remember Sakura, but quickly shake her from your thoughts.
“Pull out,” you tell him as you grab him and begin to align him to your center. You roll your hips down into him and his head falls into your shoulder with a groan at the feeling of it. God, he almost forgot how this felt.
“F-fuck, fine,” he agrees and he begins to slowly move his length into you, trying to give you time to adjust until finally he was buried to the hilt inside you. Your lips search for him once more as he begins to thrust in and out of you until finally all that can be heard in your office is the sound of skin hitting skin and moans. Your nail rake down the expanse of his back as you feel him shudder from the action, his thrusts becoming irregular for a moment from the action. He gives you a bruising kiss from the action before pulling away, repositioning himself as he now stands in front of you and still buried inside, your hips flush to his as his thrusts become fast and deep, and you're almost convinced the man is reaching your cervix. You reach out for something to grasp onto, your fingers curling over the handle of a drawer and your other hand wrapping around the wrist of one of his hands gripping your wrist. You feel a particularly loud moan approaching, and remembering your surroundings, bite your lip until you taste blood.
“S-sa-” you try to warn him, but you're cumming around him as your back arches and you feel his own thrusts becoming erratic. He pulls out suddenly, leaving a mess between your thighs before collapsing on top of you.
“Sh-shit, sorry,” he murmurs as you both gasp for air and you feel him lay a kiss on your shoulder.
“‘Is okay,” you murmur, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting you.
You said you weren’t going to kiss, yet you fucked him. Again. You wonder what’s going through his own brain, knowing this is now just another thing to be added to the list of problems. He didn’t do relationships and you were friends and you were still, quite possibly, in love with your ex and his former best friend. FUCK.
He moves off of you and is pulling his pants back up, throwing his shirt back on as he looks around the office for something to clean you up. He’s not quite sure where this puts each of you now and for once, he’s not sure he wants to talk about it. That would mean being real and honest about his feelings. You guys could simply just keep whatever this was going - the “just this one time” and the flirty moments. It would probably be safer in the long-run, he thinks. So he decides to act like he did all those years ago - like your any other girl he’s slept with - but you're not.
“Do you have tissues?” he asks, looking around the office.
“Drawer,” you mumble, motioning to your desk, as you slowly sit up and try to inspect that your dress wasn’t holding any incriminating evidence.
Satoru is buttoning his shirt as he moves around the space and opens the desk drawer you point to. He quickly notices the tissues and grabs them, but then his eyes land on something buried in the back of the drawer and he pulls it out.
You glance over your shoulder at him. “Did you-” Your voice catches in your throat as you notice the little black box in his hand - the little black box that held your ring from Suguru.