PAIRING: Suguru Geto x BunnyHybrid!Reader x Satoru Gojo (Non-Sorcerer au)
CONTENT: Suguru is your gentle and strict owner while Satoru loves to get you all riled up [tw: Hybrid reader, non-con/dub-con touching of hybrid features, rough manhandling, spanking, humiliation, polyamory/shared ownership setup]
Suguru remembered the exact way you used to look in the university library. You were always tucked into the furthest corner of the archives, practically melting into the woodwork, your eyes wide and focused entirely on your books. You never spoke to anyone. You barely even looked up.
He had been utterly fascinated by you.
He used to choose tables just within your line of sight, watching the quiet, precise way you turned pages, the soft sweaters you buried yourself in, and the way you’d nervously bite your lip when a concept was hard to grasp. He’d never found the right moment to approach you because you looked like a fragile bird that would take flight at the mere sound of a heavy footstep. So, he had contentedly kept his distance, letting an obsession quietly simmer beneath his calm exterior.
Then, you abruptly stopped coming to campus. Days bled into weeks, and Suguru’s quiet world felt irritatingly empty.
A sudden, freezing downpour had forced Suguru into a narrow, covered alleyway to shake out his umbrella. That’s when he heard it, a tiny, fractured gasp, followed by the wet, frantic rustle of a cardboard box tucked behind a row of industrial dumpsters.
Suguru froze, his sharp eyes cutting through the gloom. "Who's there?" he asked, his voice a low, smooth rumble.
A terrified squeak answered him.
Stepping closer, Suguru knelt, keeping his movements deliberately slow. He pushed aside a damp flap of cardboard, and his breath caught in his throat.
But you were different. Shivering violently, stripped of your oversized sweaters and wrapped only in a threadbare, oversized shirt, you looked impossibly smaller. Curling out from your messy hair were two long, velvet-soft, snow-white rabbit ears, pinned flat against your head in sheer terror. A tiny, fluffy tail twitching against the brick wall completed the picture. You were a hybrid. In this world, freshly turned hybrids without registered owners were prey, hunted, abused, or sold.
Your wide, tear-brimmed eyes locked onto his. You recognized him from the library. He could see the faint spark of familiarity in your gaze, but it was quickly drowned out by your instinctual urge to hide. You buried your face in your knees, trembling so hard your teeth chattered.
"Hey," Suguru murmured. The sheer rush of possessiveness that surged through his veins was almost dizzying, but his expression remained perfectly serene, a mask of pure gentleness. "Hey, sweetheart. Look at me. It's okay."
"P-Please," you whispered, your voice a tiny, breathless thing. "Don't hurt me."
"Never," he promised softly, extending a warm, broad hand, palm up, leaving it a few inches away from you. He let you sniff the air, letting you catch his scent of rain, sandalwood, and safety. "You remember me, don't you? From the archives. You're safe now. I'm going to take you home."
You stared at his large hand. The cold was biting into your skin, and your bunny instincts were screaming at you to trust the large, warm predator who was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Slowly, hesitantly, you nudged your forehead against his open palm.
Suguru’s heart thudded. He closed his fingers gently around your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Good girl. Such a brave little thing."
Without another word, he shed his heavy, insulated trench coat and draped it over your trembling shoulders. It swallowed you whole, smelling heavily of him. Before you could even process the warmth, Suguru gathered you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly against his broad chest. You let out a soft gasp, your small hands automatically bunching into the fabric of his shirt as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.
His apartment was warm, smelling of cedar and hot tea. The moment Suguru set you down on his plush sofa, you tried to curl into a tight ball, acutely aware of your new ears and how terrifyingly exposed you felt.
Suguru didn't press you. He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a basin of warm water, a soft cloth, and a fresh, incredibly soft sweatpants-and-hoodie set.
"We need to get you clean and warm," Suguru said, kneeling on the floor in front of you so he wouldn't tower over your small frame. "May I?"
You gave a small, submissive nod, your long ears drooping forward shyly.
Suguru was agonizingly patient. He gently wiped the grime from your face, your hands, and your scraped knees. When his fingers brushed against the base of your white ears, you let out a tiny, sensitive whine, your shoulders twitching.
Suguru paused instantly. His dark eyes softened, melting with an affection that ran terrifyingly deep. "Sensitive?" he asked, his voice a soothing purr.
"Y-Yes," you whispered, blushing furiously, your ears burning hot. "They... they feel a lot."
"I'll be very careful, I promise," he murmured. He didn't touch them again, respecting your boundary perfectly, though his gaze lingered on how incredibly soft they looked. He helped you into the oversized clothes, gently pulling the waistband of the sweatpants low enough so your fluffy tail wouldn't be squished.
Once you were wrapped up like a cocoon, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of warm, lightly sweetened oatmeal and a cup of chamomile tea. He sat right next to you, his large thighs brushing against yours, offering a grounding weight that your anxious instincts desperately craved.
"Eat, sweetheart," he commanded gently.
You picked up the spoon with trembling fingers, but your coordination was shot from exhaustion. A bit of oatmeal smudged onto your bottom lip.
Before you could wipe it, Suguru’s thumb was there, catching the stray bit of food. But instead of pulling away, his thumb lingered, gently pressing into your bottom lip, forcing your mouth to part slightly. His gaze darkened, a flash of his strict, possessive nature breaking through his gentle facade.
"You're making a mess," he whispered, his tone dropping into a low, firm register that made a shiver run straight down your spine. "Look at me."
You looked up, completely frozen, your pulse fluttering like a trapped bird.
"From now on, you belong to me. Do you understand?" Suguru said, his voice entirely devoid of malice, but heavy with an absolute, unshakeable authority. "No more running away. No more hiding in dark alleys. You stay where I can see you, where I can take care of you. If you are good for me, I will give you everything you could ever want. But you must listen to me perfectly. Understood?"
The strictness in his voice didn't scare you. It did the exact opposite. It drew a boundary line around you, keeping the cruel outside world out. It meant someone was finally in charge of keeping you safe.
You let out a soft, submissive sigh, your long ears flopping completely flat in surrender as you leaned your cheek heavily into his hand. "Yes, Suguru," you whispered, using his name for the first time. "I'll be good."
A blindingly sweet, genuine smile broke across Suguru’s face. The intense predator vanished, replaced instantly by the doting, caring man who had watched over you for months.
"Such a perfect little bunny," he cooed, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest, tucking your head under his chin. He began to stroke your back in slow, soothing lines. "Rest now. You're home."
The transition from solitary confinement in a damp alley to the suffocatingly sweet safety of Suguru’s apartment had completely rewritten your internal wiring. Months had passed, and under Suguru’s strict, doting care, you had blossomed into a thoroughly spoiled, utterly dependent creature.
Suguru liked you soft, compliant, and perfectly taken care of. He set strict rules: you ate what he made, you wore the clothes he bought, and you stayed inside where the world couldn't touch you. In return, he treated you like glass. You had learned that submitting to him brought absolute peace.
But it also made you incredibly lazy when he wasn't around to command you.
On a quiet Tuesday afternoon, you were sprawled across Suguru’s plush living room rug, laying flat on your stomach with your ankles kicked up in the air. Your white rabbit ears twitched lazily in sync with the rhythm of your chewing. You were eating strawberries straight from a bowl Suguru had left on the coffee table, letting a bit of the sweet juice sticky your fingers, completely ignoring the "no eating on the rug" rule because you knew he’d just sigh and clean it up for you anyway.
The click of the front door lock echoed through the quiet apartment.
Your ears shot straight up, pinning back for a fraction of a second before flopping forward in pure excitement. Suguru was home early from his university lectures. Abandoning the strawberries, you scrambled to your knees, a bright, eager smile breaking across your face as you scrambled toward the entryway. "Suguru, you're back..."
The words died in your throat.
The man standing in the doorway was entirely too tall, his broad shoulders practically blocking out the hallway light. He was casually tossing a spare set of apartment keys in the air, catching them with a metallic clink. He wore a heavy leather jacket, and slung carelessly over his eyes was a pair of dark sunglasses, though the blinding blue gaze piercing through them was unmistakable.
The university’s resident golden boy. The untouchable, impossibly popular, notoriously arrogant bully who used to track terror through the campus hallways just by walking down them. You had spent semesters actively hiding behind bookshelves to avoid even being perceived by him.
Your bunny instincts spiked into absolute red-alert. The cozy, warm apartment suddenly felt like a cage with a predator inside.
"Huh," Gojo voiced, his hand freezing over the keys. He tilted his head, his gaze sliding down from your wide, terrified eyes, over your trembling shoulders, and locking onto the long, snow-white rabbit ears twitching on top of your head. A slow, incredibly sharp grin pulled at his lips. "Well, well, well. So this is the little pet Suguru’s been keeping locked away. I thought he was just hiding a mountain of contraband, but you're way more interesting."
Panic made you stupid. Because you didn't feel the absolute safety of Suguru’s presence, your submissive facade completely shattered, replaced by a defensive, spiky wall of pure fear-induced attitude.
"Get out," you snapped, your voice trembling but laced with an uncharacteristic venom. You took a sharp step back, your fluffy tail twitching aggressively against your sweatpants. "Who gave you those keys? You can't be here."
Gojo’s grin only widened. He didn't look offended. He looked like a cat that had just watched a mouse pull out a tiny switchblade. He kicked the door shut behind him with his heel, strolling into the apartment with an agonizingly slow, confident stride.
"Oh, a feisty one," Gojo cooed, his tone dripping with mock delight. He stepped right into your personal space, forcing you to look up at his towering frame. He reached out a large hand, his long fingers aiming directly for your sensitive ears. "Let me see..."
You slapped his hand away with a loud crack. "Don't touch me!" you hissed, baring your teeth slightly, your chest heaving. "Suguru is going to kill you if you touch me. Leave!"
Gojo froze, staring down at his backhanded knuckles. For a second, the sheer audacity of a tiny, fragile hybrid striking the most powerful guy on campus hung heavy in the air. Then, Gojo threw his head back and let out a loud, booming laugh that echoed off the walls.
"Oh, I get it," Gojo chuckled, pushing his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to reveal those piercing, electric blue eyes, completely unbothered by your hostility. In fact, his gaze was dark with a sudden, intense fascination. "Suguru thinks he bought himself a sweet, quiet little rabbit. But you’re a total brat, aren't you?"
"I am not!" you yelled, your ears burning hot with a mix of fury and terror as you backed away until your spine hit the living room wall. "I'm good! I'm good for Suguru!"
"Yeah, because you're terrified of him," Gojo reasoned, taking a casual step closer, completely trapping you against the drywall. He leaned down, placing one hand on the wall right beside your head, invading your space so completely you could smell his expensive cologne. "But with me? You're a little monster. I like that. I really like that."
"I hate you," you whispered fiercely, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your face away, your rabbit ears pinning flat against your skull.
"Keep talking like that, sweetheart," Gojo whispered, his voice dropping into a low, teasing gravel that sent an entirely different kind of shiver down your spine. He leaned in close enough that his breath brushed against your cheek. "Suguru isn't going to be home for another two hours. And I think you and I are going to get to know each other real well."
The shift from terror to pure, unadulterated irritation happened the moment Satoru Gojo refused to leave. Under Suguru’s roof, you had forgotten what it felt like to be challenged, and Gojo was pushing every single one of your newly defensive boundaries.
"Get out," you snapped again, your voice shaking but sharp. "I mean it!"
Gojo didn't move an inch. He let out a low whistle, his piercing blue eyes tracking the way your long, snow-white rabbit ears twitched with aggression.
"Holy shit," Gojo murmured, a slow, realization-filled grin spreading across his handsome face. "No wonder you suddenly stopped coming to school. The whole campus thought you vanished off the face of the earth." He tossed the keys onto the kitchen counter with a loud clatter. "And here I thought Suguru was just losing his mind. Every now and then during lectures, he’d smirk and mention he got a 'bunny' to take care of at home. I thought he bought a literal pet, not you."
The mention of how Suguru talked about you made your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. Seeing the smug, knowing look on Gojo’s face pushed you entirely over the edge.
In a sudden burst of pure, instinctual frustration, you lifted your leg and brought your foot down hard against the hardwood floor. It was a loud, aggressive double-stomp, the exact behavior of a wild rabbit warning a predator to back off. Your entire body was tense, your fluffy white tail twitching violently in a display of angry defiance.
Gojo actually blinked, his smug grin faltering for a split second. He stared down at your feet, then up at your flushed, angry face, completely caught off guard.
"Did you just... stomp your foot at me?" he asked, a look of genuine, shocked amusement washing over his features. The utter absurdity of a tiny, fragile girl trying to intimidate him by acting like a literal forest creature was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen. "Are you serious right now? Wow. You really are a brat."
"I told you to leave!" you cried out, completely humiliated by his laughter.
"Yeah, not happening," Gojo chuckled, his shock instantly melting back into pure, predatory delight. "In fact, now I definitely have to see what Suguru is dealing with."
Before you could scramble away, Gojo moved with terrifying speed. His large, heavy hands shot forward, catching you by your wrists. With zero effort, he spun you around and pinned your back flat against his broad chest, trapping your smaller frame securely against him. He used one arm like a steel band across your waist, lifting you just enough that your toes were barely brushing the floor, completely neutralizing your ability to stomp or run.
"Let me go! Suguru!" you shrieked, wriggling frantically in his iron grip, your ears pinning flat against your head in a panic.
"Suguru’s not here, princess," Gojo teased, his voice vibrating directly against your back. He shifted his weight, forcing you down onto the plush living room sofa, effectively pinning your lower half under his heavy thigh so you couldn't kick. "Stop squirming. I just want a look."
"Don't touch me! I'm not a toy!" you bared your teeth, turning your head to try and bite his sleeve, a total bratty display of defiance because you knew you couldn't physically overpower him.
"Feisty," Gojo hummed, thoroughly entertained.
With his free hand, he reached up and deliberately brushed his long fingers against the velvet-soft skin of your left rabbit ear. The moment his fingers made contact, a violent, sensitive shiver tore through your entire body. Your gasp was cut short as a warm, heavy sensation flooded your lower stomach, your ears burning bright red.
"Oh, wow," Gojo whispered, his tone dropping into something much darker, completely fascinated by how intensely your body reacted to the touch. He stroked down the length of the long white ear, his thumb gently rubbing the sensitive base. "They really are super sensitive, aren't they? No wonder Suguru keeps you hidden away."
"S-Stop," you whined, your bratty attitude melting into a breathless, shaky plea as the overwhelming sensation made your knees go weak, even while pinned.
Gojo didn't stop. His hand slid down your spine, his large palm smoothing over the fabric of your oversized sweatpants until his fingers brushed against the fluffy, round bundle of your tail. He gave it a firm, teasing squeeze.
You let out a loud, high-pitched squeak, your hands clenching into the sofa cushions as your whole body arched against his hold.
"Look at you," Gojo murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed the crown of your head, right between your twitching ears. He could feel your heart hammering like a piston against his chest, a mix of pure bratty outrage and physical overload. "You're a handful, sweetheart. I think I'm going to start visiting Suguru a lot more often."
For the next ten minutes, Satoru showed you absolutely no mercy.
To him, you were the ultimate toy, a tiny, furious ball of fluff and attitude that he could bend to his will. Every time you tried to claw your way out of his grip, he would simply laugh, catch you by the waist, and effortlessly shove you back down onto the plush cushions. He spun you around, roughly pinning your wrists above your head one moment, only to release you and watch you try to scramble away, just so he could grab you by your oversized waistband and drag you right back across the sofa.
"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased relentlessly, his voice deep and breathless with amusement.
You bared your teeth, swinging a wild fist at his shoulder, but he caught your forearm with agonizing ease. With a sharp tug, he yanked you forward, his other hand coming up to firmly grasp the very base of your snow-white ears. He didn't hurt you, but the heavy, unyielding pressure on your most sensitive spot sent a violent jolt straight down your spine. You let out a ragged, high-pitched gasp, your legs instantly turning to jelly.
Before you could even recover, Satoru's large palm slid down, roughly gripping and squeezing your fluffy tail, pulling your hips back against him. The sensory overload was dizzying. You wriggled, you hissed, you tried to bite his leather jacket, but Satoru just handled you like a whirlwind, completely dominating your space until your muscles ached and your lungs burned.
Finally, the fight completely drained out of you. Your bratty defiance crumbled under the sheer weight of his stamina. You couldn't breathe, your throat felt dry, and your sensitive ears were burning a bright, furious crimson from how much he had touched them. With a soft, defeated whine, your body went entirely slack.
Satoru let out a low, satisfied chuckle, sensing the exact moment you gave up.
He slid back on the couch, making himself comfortable against the armrest, and hauled your limp, exhausted body right along with him. He hoisted you up by your hips, forcing you to straddle his lap. Your legs fell to either side of his broad thighs, and because your spine was completely tingling and spent, your back arched weakly as you collapsed forward. You buried the side of your face directly into the crook of his neck and shoulder, your hot breath fanning against his skin.
The silence in the apartment was heavy, broken only by your shallow, ragged breaths.
"There we go," Satoru murmured, his voice finally dropping the mocking edge, replaced by a deep, possessive purr. "Look at you. All worn out."
He didn't let you go. Instead, his large hands settled into a rhythmic, almost hypnotic motion. One of his long-fingered hands reached up, gently cradling the back of your head while his thumb and forefinger lightly stroked and flicked the tips of your velvet ears, soothing the ache he had caused. His other hand slid down to the small of your back, his broad palm cupping your fluffy tail, his fingers mindlessly swirling through the soft fur.
You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper, too tired to be angry anymore. You hated how good it felt, and you hated how safe his massive frame felt, even though he was a total menace. You just melted against him, your small hands weakly bunching into his leather jacket, entirely at his mercy until Suguru walked through the door.
Satoru didn’t stop moving his hands, and he certainly didn’t stop talking.
For nearly an hour, you remained hopelessly pinned to his chest, your body completely spent. He kept up a steady, low stream of murmurs right against your ear, a dizzying mix of condescending praises and sweet nothings that made your face burn.
"Look at how quiet you are now," Satoru whispered, his thumb lightly flicking the tip of your left ear, making it twitch. "So sweet when you're not trying to bite my head off. Such a good little bunny, resting so nicely for me. You like being held like this, don't you? Even if you're too stubborn to admit it."
You let out a soft, exhausted whine, your face burying deeper into his shoulder. You hated how the steady rhythm of his fingers stroking your fluffy tail was making you drowsy, completely clouding your judgment.
Suddenly, Satoru’s fingers went still against your tail. His head tilted slightly toward the entryway.
You were too dazed to notice the faint sound of a key turning in the lock, but Satoru's sharp senses caught it instantly. A slow, deeply amused smirk spread across his face. He didn't move an inch, keeping his large arms securely wrapped around your waist.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Satoru called out, his voice loud and dripping with mischief. "You're late, Suguru. Your pet and I already got real cozy."
The mention of Suguru’s name acted like an electric shock. Your eyes snapped open, your rabbit ears instantly shooting straight up in panic. You tried to scramble off Satoru’s lap, your heart hammering against your ribs, but Satoru’s grip tightened like a steel vise, anchoring your hips firmly against his thighs. He wouldn't let you budge.
Suguru stepped into the living room, his coat slung over his arm. His dark eyes swept over the scene, you, flushed and breathless, straddling his best friend's lap, while Satoru casually fondled your ears and tail.
Suguru wasn't angry with Satoru. The two men understood each other too well for that. Instead, Suguru’s gaze locked entirely onto you. His eyes narrowed, a cold, dangerous strictness replacing his usual gentle warmth. He noticed how relaxed your body had been just moments prior. He noticed the slight glaze of sensory pleasure in your eyes.
And it irritated him deeply.
For months, Suguru had treated you like the most fragile porcelain doll. He had intentionally avoided handling your ears or your tail with any real force, terrifyingly aware of how sensitive hybrid anatomy was, terrified of hurting his precious, shy little girl. Yet here you were, completely melted into another man's touch.
"Get up," Suguru commanded. His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a terrifying, heavy authority that made your entire body freeze.
Satoru finally chuckled and loosened his grip, allowing you to weakly scramble off his lap. You stood on the rug, trembling, your head bowed and your ears drooping completely flat against your skull in pure submission.
"Suguru, I-I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice cracking. "He wouldn't leave, and he..."
"I don't want to hear it," Suguru interrupted smoothly, walking over and placing his briefcase on the table. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves with a slow, deliberate precision. "I leave you alone for a few hours, and I come home to find you completely disregarding my rules. Not only did you let a guest touch you, but you look like you thoroughly enjoyed it."
"I didn't! He forced me..."
"You didn't fight him hard enough," Suguru countered, stepping directly into your space. He reached out, his fingers catching your chin and forcing you to look into his dark, unyielding eyes. "I have spent months being agonizingly gentle with you, treating your little bunny features like glass because I didn't want to overwhelm you. And this is how you repay my patience? By letting Satoru handle you however he pleases?"
From the couch, Satoru propped his chin on his hand, a thoroughly entertained smirk on his face as he watched the drama unfold. "Don't be too hard on her, Suguru. She put up a decent fight at first. Total little brat."
"Which is exactly why she needs to be corrected," Suguru said softly, his tone dripping with a strict dominance. He let go of your chin and sat down on the armchair across from the sofa. He tapped his thigh. "Over my lap. Now."
Your heart stopped. Your eyes darted to Satoru, who merely winked at you, enjoying your utter humiliation.
"S-Suguru, please," you begged, tears immediately welling up in your eyes. You were a submissive creature by nature. The threat of his genuine displeasure was enough to make you weak, but the thought of being disciplined in front of a witness was agonizing. "Not in front of him..."
"You should have thought about that before you let him treat you like a toy," Suguru said, his voice entirely devoid of pity. "Do not make me repeat myself."
Knowing there was no escape, you walked over with trembling steps. You lowered yourself over his lap, your stomach pressing against his thighs, your hands gripping his knee for support. Your fluffy white tail twitched in absolute anxiety.
The sharp, loud crack of Suguru’s broad palm landing against your sweatpants echoed through the room. It wasn't meant to injure you, but it carried the heavy, stinging weight of his absolute authority.
A sharp gasp tore from your throat, and a fat tear rolled down your cheek.
"You belong to me," Suguru murmured rhythmically, delivering the firm swats with a steady, unhurried pace. "Every part of you. If those ears are going to be handled, they will be handled by me. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes!" you sobbed, burying your face in your arms as the stinging heat bloomed across your skin.
Satoru watched from the couch, his blue eyes flashing with amusement, entirely unfazed by the display. If anything, seeing you cry and squirm under Suguru's strict hand only made you look more delicious.
After a dozen firm swats, your soft sobs filled the quiet apartment. Suguru finally stopped, his hand resting heavily on the small of your back, letting the heat settle. He let out a soft, heavy sigh, the strict disciplinarian instantly melting away, replaced by the deeply doting, caring savior who adored you.
He hooked his arms under your armpits and pulled your crying, shaking body up into his chest. He shifted you so you were sitting sideways on his lap, tucking your face securely into the crook of his neck.
"Shh, it's over. I've got you," Suguru murmured, his voice incredibly sweet and gentle now. He wrapped his large arms around you, rocking you slightly as you cried into his shirt, your tiny hands gripping his collar desperately. He reached up, his long fingers finally brushing against your sensitive ears, stroking them with the exact, perfect amount of gentle care you had been craving all along. "Such a sensitive little thing. You're okay. Suguru’s got you."
The room was dead silent save for your shaky, hitching breaths as you hid your face in Suguru’s neck. The sting from his palm was already fading into a warm, thrumming heat, but the heavy comfort of his arms around you made you feel entirely secure.
From the couch, Satoru let out a low, appreciative hum, shifting his weight as he leaned forward. He wasn't leaving. In fact, his intense blue eyes were fixed entirely on the way your white ears were twitching under Suguru's soothing strokes.
Suguru caught the look. He didn't pull away from you, but his hand paused on your back as his dark eyes lifted to meet his best friend's gaze. A heavy, silent understanding passed between the two men. Satoru loved a challenge, he loved the sharp, spitfire attitude you had thrown at him. And Suguru? Suguru loved your absolute surrender, the way you melted into his rules.
"You're looking at her like you want to take her home, Satoru," Suguru said, his smooth voice cutting through your quiet sniffling.
Satoru grinned, pushing his sunglasses up into his white hair so his piercing eyes were fully on display. "Can you blame me? She’s a total menace when you’re not around, Suguru. A little brat. I think she needs someone to rile her up every now and then so she doesn't get too lazy on your rug."
You stiffened slightly against Suguru's chest, your ears pinning back. You wanted to snap at Gojo to shut up, but the lingering warmth of your discipline kept you completely quiet, your fingers tightly bunching Suguru's shirt.
"Is that so?" Suguru murmured. He tilted his head down, kissing the crown of your head right between your ears. His grip on your waist tightened, a possessive finality settling into his posture. "Well, she isn't going anywhere. She belongs right here. But... if you’re going to be coming over here and making a mess of my hard work, you’re going to help keep her in line."
Satoru’s grin widened into something wicked and delighted. He slid off the couch and sank onto his knees on the rug right in front of Suguru’s chair, bringing himself down to your eye level.
"Look at me, princess," Satoru cooed, his tone dropping into that teasing, gravelly register that made your tail twitch.
Slowly, hesitantly, you turned your head, peering out from the safety of Suguru’s shoulder. Your eyelashes were still wet with tears, your cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed pink.
Satoru reached out, and this time, his large hand was incredibly gentle. He used his thumb to carefully wipe away a stray tear from your cheek, his touch surprisingly warm. "Look at those big, sad eyes. Did Suguru hurt you? Such a dramatic little bunny."
"Behave, Satoru," Suguru warned softly, though there was a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his broad chest anchoring you from behind while Gojo hemmed you in from the front.
"I'm always good," Satoru lied smoothly, his fingers sliding up from your cheek to lightly, playfully pinch the tip of your rabbit ear. You let out a tiny, involuntary squeak, leaning back directly into Suguru's solid frame. "I'll be back tomorrow, sweetheart. And you better have a better attitude for me, or we're going to have a repeat of today."
"She will be perfectly behaved," Suguru answered for you, his hand sliding down to firmly cup your fluffy white tail, offering a grounding, strict reassurance that you were entirely theirs. "Won't you, my sweet girl?"
Exhausted, completely surrounded by the two most powerful men on campus, and thoroughly overwhelmed by the intense, dual weight of their attention, you let out a soft, defeated sigh. Your ears flopped forward in total surrender as you nodded against Suguru's neck.
"Yes, Suguru," you whispered.
Satoru chuckled, leaning in to press a quick, teasing kiss to your hot cheek before standing up and pocketing his keys. As the front door finally clicked shut, you let yourself sink completely into Suguru's lap, finally safe in your warren, knowing your quiet life in hiding had just become a whole lot more chaotic.
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