#toxic starter

[dishonouredone]

"I mean, your stupid inferiority complex is just...I dunno, uncomfortable and off-putting. No wonder people flock to your brother like a bunch of ants with apple slices," she raised a brow, looking at Satoshi with eyes full of boredom. "You're a grown man, just walk away from those people, get therapy, get a job–it's not that hard!"

dude i feel so bad writing this i hope its okay😭 im sorry if this is bad

“I don't have an inferiority complex I just—" he paused. something flashed in his excruciating eyes that he always allowed you to see because, you were different— or at least, you were supposed to be.

“. . . you're right.” he muttered, glancing off to the side, pulling up his blindfold to hide his scarred eye.

there was a moment of silence before he rolled his shoulders back and forced a smile. “anyway. are we still on for dinner? think I feel better now.”

[dishonouredone]

This was fun, but I was actually hoping you could introduce me to your brother?…

baby blue eyes soften. then shatter. he stands there beside you, awkward with his half-eaten dango as he replays your words on repeat.

satoshi had thought the fellow student from jujutsu tech wanted to hang out with him. but he quickly registered that it was anything but.

nothing he didn't expect. most people in that place fawned over his twin. most people adored him.

"right, uh." the sweetness tasted sick in his mouth. "well. when we head back, I'll introduce you to him. . ." he clears his throat, dropping the sweet treat in a nearby trashbin before he stuffs his hands into his pockets and motions with his head.

he didn't bother speaking to you after that, and went right back into his shell.

[dishonouredone]

who are you smiling at on your phone😒? are you texting other people?? and who are you texting that’s not me, anyway ?

honestly, why do you need a phone at all when I’m always right here ? just give it to me, I’ll let you know if it’s important, and if it’s not, I’ll answer them for you :)

he glanced up with a little frown. “I told you it's just. . .” he paused right after and cleared his throat. would it make you happy if he just listened to you? would you threaten to leave again if he didn't?

slowly, he hands his phone over. “alright baby. . .” his face presses into your lap.

[dishonouredone]

“didn’t know the school accepted strays.” with a cigarette between her fingers, she spoke in a low tone. her eyes held a veil of condescension.

one leg was crossed over the other as she sat on her office chair, ash falling to the floor.

“don’t tell me. the pound was full?”

(wanna see how mean we can get:D)

bloodied knees dropped to the floor in front of her. trembling hands coated in the same scarlet ghost on her legs, almost hesitant.

satoshi doesn't break. not in his expression. not entirely, at least. but his body does. it's battered, bruised. and yet— like some pavlov dog, he cane crawling back to her.

“will. . . will you make me beg you, to heal me?” like a mutt, he pressed his face into the corner of her knee, shaky fingers clinging around her leg. hiding in the comfort of her warmth that had long since drained cold.