bbslayed

His eyes trace the crevices your back encases, looping the curve of your shoulder blade, stationary against the wall as he watches you sleep.

Your bare skin is illuminated by the moonlight, creating shadows that only make your figure appear smaller, weaker, he thinks.

So weak, he could just crush you.

Geto despised humans, how they bred curses into this world and left sorry souls like him to clean up their mess—often referring to them as “monkeys,” deciding to wipe each one out if it finally meant peace for sorcerers.

He just didn’t think it would lead to this. He could have never known the toll it’d take. Constantly swallowing despair, hatred, and the fear of mortal souls overwhelmed his senses, he prayed for humanity’s failure as he could only taste their faults.

You rustle in your sleep, moving onto your back as you grumble lightly, causing him to suck in a breath. He sighs as he watches your chest rise and fall, the soft and subtle flesh of your breasts looking so delicate. His hand twitched to know how they’d feel in a heated grip.

“Geto,” you breathe, and he finds himself frozen, your hand trailing down your stomach until it resides between your legs. The comforter rests at your hips, as you often felt hot in your sleep, possibly due to the lewd dreams you were constantly playing in your mind.

A small moan escapes your lips, and it takes everything within him to walk away, his blood pumping and eyes wide as he resorts back to his room.

He could never tell you that he found serenity in your naive nature, taking refuge in your room at night to watch you slumped by slumber, not with how he slaughtered your brothers and sisters like a knife through butter. You were just the girl who brought him his tea, he reminded himself, done by request, of course, but he’d also never admit to that either.

He panicked as his body hit the mattress, crashing along with his world, heart pumping as your gentle moan echoed on repeat loudly in his head. His mind was swirling with a mix of confusion and fear, neither emotion strong enough to take your parted lips and twitching thighs off of his mind.

“Fuck.”

He took his heavy cock into his hand, pumping with an angry fist as he shut his eyes, face scrunched in disgust as images of you coaxed him into wanting more, craving more. Your touch, it had to be angelic, he thought. You were too innocent for him; he was sure he’d paint you broken with a single kiss, that your life would shatter the moment you put your hand in his. But how he longed for it, how he longed to feel your warmth, your hot breath brushing. against his skin. How he’d die to feel alive again. Yet, it could never happen; he couldn’t love you, no. He refused to.

Please no, he begs.

But it’s useless; he knows it’s too late. You’re the only exception in his crooked cause, the only soul worthy of being saved in his eyes. So why? and,

How could you ever want me back?

So easily at that, giving him the softest doe eyes as you handed him his morning tea, sitting patiently as he asked you to wait. You watched as the hot liquid slipped down his throat, watching the muscle of his neck closely as he gulped.

“Y/N?”

Your body jolts as your name rolled so slickly off his tongue, nodding wordlessly in response.

“You know it’s rude to watch,” he smiles sweetly, making your stomach twist and churn, your eyes pinned down as heat stains your cheeks.

You nod again, and he practically growls, “Fucking speak, I hate silence. It’s deafening.”

“I’m sorry, master Geto,” you whisper, tilting your head up slightly, noticing his cup is empty, and immediately moving to your feet to kneel in front of him. A regular position, only of praise, though he found it degrading when done by someone as worthy as you, making him grin as you finally reached a respectable position.

You slowly reach your hands out to take the small ceramic bowl, gasping when his hand grabs your wrist and tug you towards him. You turned, propped on his knee like a child as he snapped loudly. Two young girls run in, ones you recognize as part of his calling, and take the tea remains away, shutting the door as they disappear.

“Speak.”

You look back, your torso twisting as you try to wrap your mind around the fact you were sitting on your leader’s lap. “I’m sorry I-”

“Stop apologizing.”

You released a shaky breath as his eyes penetrated your core, holding you captive as he continued, “Just, talk. I just want to hear your voice.”

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, helpless and awestruck at how close you were to the sinister man—the dark angel.

“Okay,” you rake your brain for something witty, something worth his time but only land on, “Your hair looks really pretty today.”

Your hand clamps over your mouth as his thigh rumbles along with his laughter, genuine as it bounces off your skin.

“Thank you,” his grin is wide and slapped with cockiness, “I’m glad you like it.”

Suguru hadn’t been the same ever since that day, his ritual escapades to your bedroom beginning as he found himself growing soft, but only for you. To others, he became crueler, the violence pulsing in his ears, canceling the sound of cries for mercy. All he heard was you. His heart pounded twice as strong, holding a second beat to keep you alive under his touch. Afraid he could break you, knowing how easy that would be.

His bare foot tapped anxiously on the hardwood floors, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on his double doors. He hoped you weren’t afraid, well, at least not scared of him. He was terrified at the whole idea, praying you followed his instructions to a T, not wanting anyone to see a monkey walking into his room. What would the others think? Not that it mattered, they’d die for a false opinion.

You hesitated as you turned the corner to reach his room, sending chills down your spine as you opened the door, the large man sitting up straight and grinning with a small gulp.

“Master Geto,” you bowed, turning to close the door, “Lock it.”

You stilled, back facing him as you took a deep breath and flicked the lock.

“You asked for me?” You held your hands in front of you, the silky material of your uniformed robe brushing your fingers.

“Yes, I have something to ask you,” you nod, trying to remain calm as you kneel in front of him, sitting on your heels as you look up at him.

His blood churns, “Get off the floor.”

Your eyebrow furrows in confusion, but you stand regardless, your chest at his head level as you keep your arms to your sides, “I’m sorry, Master Geto, it’s just what you taught us.”

His jaw twitches. Did you have to remind him you were one of them?

He exhales deeply, “You stand for me from now on, okay?”

“Yes, Master-”

“And call me Suguru.”

Your eyes widen, “I couldn’t, that’s too- that’s too intimate.”

“Oh, and touching yourself to the thought of me isn’t?”

You blink hard, hoping you heard him wrong, but his face remains the same as he draws in your response. Feeding on your shaky energy to stabilize his own.

“How did you-”

“Does it matter?” He cuts you off like he always does. It was not an attempt to be rude, but it pained him to hear you babble so anxiously or praise him naively.

“I’m so sorry,” you gush, your body cold as you wish you could shrink, “I am so sorry.”

His heart sunk, watching your lip shake as a tear raced down your cheek. He places his hands on your waist, both of you stunned at the advance, at how tender it felt.

“I also told you to stop apologizing, Y/N,” his voice is husky and coarse, like he’s so tired of reminding you to act human after months of treating everyone else otherwise.

Didn’t you know you were special? You had to feel it. You must.

“Right, I’m,” you stop yourself, taking a deep breath as you continue, “Right, thank you.”

His hands remain planted at your sides, rooting himself into your core as you stand in silence, waiting for his following command.

“Why?” His voice is soft, catching you off guard as he stares down by your feet, “Why me?”

He looks back up to gauge your response, knowing how reactive your face was, unable to hide genuine emotion. “I don’t know what you’re asking me,” you mumble softly, confusion evident as your head tilted slightly.

“Uh,” he falters for a moment, feeling somewhat wary, like it was your time he was wasting, “I guess I’m asking why you trust me so much.”

You don’t mean to laugh, but a giggle escapes regardless, “Isn’t that my job?”

It’s not what he wants to hear, no, not at all. He wants to run from you, hide from your innocence so he can wreak havoc in peace, without guilt.

“I’m sorry,” you pause after watching his face drop, “It’s just, we’ve barely talked. I trust you because I have no reason not to.”

“How could you say that? You know what I do, don’t you? You’ve seen me-”

“You’re predictable. I can trust predictable people to be predictable. You hate people who step out of line; you punish people who betray your standards. It’s trustable.”

His eyes widen at your small ramble, unsure if he could respect you for your strong awareness or fear you for still smiling at the devil-like, he was nothing to fear.

“I never thought of it like that,” he sighs, running his hands up and down your sides as you settle into his touch.

“You must be focused on other things then,” you stare into his eyes, but they’re too cloudy to find a reflection in, too lost to search for security.

“I presume so,” he stands up, making you take a step back to accommodate him but he holds your hips steady, letting you mold you into him.

“I’d like to focus on new things, Y/N,” he looks down at you, making your heart race as he drops to your ear, “I’d like to focus on you.”

“Why me?” You whisper mostly to yourself.

“I trust nothing,” he responds after twirling you so your back pressed into his chest, making you gasp as his lips graze your neck, “You seem to be everything though.”

“I’d like to know what everything feels like.”

You felt sick and yet never so alive, heart pulsing in your ears as you held the dark man’s hand, breathing slowed as you felt him drain your soul to fill his broken one.

You were ashamed to admit you've fallen for him. It’s not that you didn’t think he deserved to love, just that you knew he’d never repay you for yours. You loved too hard, forgave too much, and he wasn’t really worthy of that treatment. It was too dangerous for the both of you, a dull blade that never drew blood but always pressed against your neck.

He was terrified too. He didn’t mean to hold you so close; he couldn’t have known how warm you felt, not until you melted his icy exterior just to sizzle at his frozen soul. He didn’t want to hurt you, or at least that’s what he wanted to believe. You were just so precious. It was hard not to want to push your buttons every once in a while, just to check that you even had ones to press anyway.

“Suguru?” You turned your head to face him, watching as he did the same to you, eyes vibrating with a rush of adrenaline. You were his drug, and you knew it too, part of you feeling wrong for letting him indulge but dizzy by the constant need and adoration.

“Yes?”

“Why haven’t you kissed me?”

He squeezes your hand a little too tight, making you wince before he abruptly lets go. You drop your head to your lap, regretting your question as the room is filled with doubt.

He spent every day with you now, in private, of course, sneaking you into his room after hours and letting you stay much longer than necessary after his tea times. But he never pressed further than a caress, holding you tight but never actually touching you, like he was afraid of intimacy but even more afraid of being alone. It felt like a mind game. You weren’t so sure why he needed you so badly when all he took was your sanity and not touch, and how he seemed so content with that.

“I-” he sighs before going to recollect your hand, “I’m not sure, actually.”

It wasn’t relieving to hear, but it was better than what the voices in your mind were screaming, making you nod, eyes still focused on your knees. But it was a lie, blatant and obvious to him, but thankfully, it flew over your head. He wanted you, wanted you so bad it actually terrified him, and he knew if he got a taste, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he devoured you. He held himself back to protect you, but mostly himself, unaware if he could live with the thought of losing you. You were too precious to not spare, and he was too sinful to not indulge, yet he tried for you. He’d do anything for you.

“It’s just, and I thought people who liked each other kissed,” you meekly respond, keeping your eyes trained away from him as you feared the sight of rejection. He’d admitted to liking you, it’s not like he could explain the constant asking for visits without confessing otherwise, but he almost seemed upset when you said it back.

But he wasn’t, just afraid for you, afraid for himself. But, a kiss? It couldn’t hurt, he thought. One kiss couldn’t hurt.

“Come here,” he mumbles after a moment, pulling you off of your chair and onto his lap, faces close enough to brush as he continues, “You want to kiss me?”

“May I be blunt?”

“Of course.”

“You saw me touch myself to you and are asking me if I’d be interested in kissing you?”

There was no saying no to you; your eyes held no secrets, and yet his held infinite, he was always bound to give in. How couldn’t he?

He chuckles in response, making you crack a smile as he rests his head into the palm of his hand, “That’s true, isn’t it? Well then, Y/N, what do you want me to do to you?”

You sucked in a breath, locked into his mischievous grin as your mind swirled for something responsible to ask for, “I want you to feel good, and I want to be the cause of it.”

“How? Go on, use your words,” he narrows his eyes.

“In any way, you’d like,” your eyes drop to his lips, “I’d let you have me in any way you'd like.”

His hand cups your face harshly, squeezing your cheeks together as you let out a sudden gasp, his face twisted with a sense of rage you can’t seem to place.

“Don’t say that,” he whispers, loosening his hold as he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, “You don’t know what you’re asking for when you say that.”

You wish you could tell him you didn’t care, that you’d already been sweep under his curse and just wish he’d utilize you because of it, but it’d sound too pathetic. “Yes, I do.”

“No,” he drops his hand completely, using it to rub his temples as you huff impatiently, making him chuckle frustratingly, “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Oh?” You watch as his eyes meet yours again, feeling relief that they’re complete with a warmth of the fire he only kindles for you.

“You’d let me do anything I’d like to your pretty body? Let me defile your innocence, and for what reason?”

“Because I love you,” you let the words slip, let them skate an icy path down your tongue to click their heels and fall from your lips.

His eyes widen, his heart pausing to stop the pulsation in his body as it’s replaced by shock.

You frown slightly, afraid you’ve ruined the moment as he seems completely lost in your eyes but isn’t searching anymore, “I’m sorry-”

He cuts you off easily, his lips slamming into yours as he practically growls into your open mouth, hands racing to hold your pretty head in his grip as his kisses become more passionate.

“I love you,” his lips dive to your neck, sucking eagerly on the sensitive area of your pulse point, effectively marking you as his.

“I fucking love you,” he inhales your scent, and you arch your back as he delves into the valley of your breasts.

“Suguru,” you moan softly, a moan he recalls too well; it’s still fresh in his mind though it was months ago, “Please, take me.”

“Patience,” his head pops up, a sly grin as he takes in your disheveled and needy expression, you were already a mess for him, and he had just barely begun, “I want to take things slow with you, please don’t push me on this, you will get hurt otherwise.”

It should scare you, and you almost wish it did, but something about being broken seemed desirable if it were his hands to complete the task. “Okay,” you nod shyly, “I’m sorry I just feel like sometimes you don’t want me that way.”

“I do, and you’ll see that soon, but I want to take my time, okay? I want to make you feel good too,” he kisses your temple, letting you crash into his chest after he releases you.

“Okay,” you mumble into him, taking a fist full of the fabric of his robe as you nuzzle your face into him.

He can feel it happening already, your downfall. He can already see it occur as you cling to him so sweetly, so trustingly.

He can feel you lost in him, but he can’t save you; he’s been lost for years— it was up to fate now. Whether you swam or sunk, if you could handle everything that came along with being with him as more than a friend, if you could even call it that. You obviously knew he was damaged beyond repair, but that didn’t mean you knew what it felt like to sleep beside someone so corrupt, to dream beside a nightmare. It was up to fate now, and fate had a funny way of working.

“Shh,” Geto chuckles, pushing a finger to his lips to silence you as he continues to chase you through the hallway, the echoes of your delicate giggles bouncing off of the walls.

It was like this every day now, the two of you like children sneaking around in the night, reckless in nature but so precisely calculated in intent. You truly had fallen for him and slowly yet surely he allowed you to view just how badly he’d crashed for you. It was almost sick, how easily you kissed the lips that spewed hate and swallowed worse, but it just felt so… right. Everything felt right with him, you felt no shame in your actions as he gave you no reason to, it lit up a path of discovery for you and shut a path of torment for him. It was true, he’d become better since he’d finally gotten to feel you in his hands, all the angst pressure boiling in his blood being released with each curve of your smile in his mind. He still despised humans, sanitizing his body after each one even so dared to enter his presence, but it was much easier to exorcise their curses now.

“Come here you little minx,” he shout-whispered, only making you laugh harder as you turned the corner and picked up greater speed, “Catch me!”

You falter when the sound of his footsteps stop completely, turning your head slightly to find him seated on a curse and floating mid-air. Cheater.

“Suguru!” you gasp as he picks you up off of the ground and plants you onto his lap, letting the curse navigate itself as he gleams down at you, “Caught you.”

You’re glued to his expression, it’s one you’ve been grateful to see more lately, one of pure and raw happiness. You don’t even notice you’re outside until he breaks eye contact to look at the full moon, making you follow his gaze as you feel your skin illuminated by its overwhelming light.

“It’s beautiful,” you comment, looking around to find the city beneath your feet, alive and vibrant as you fade into the night.

“It’s ours,” he holds you tighter, letting your cheek rest against his beating chest as you cling your arms around his torso.

“The city? The city is not ours-”

“No, the night; the night, this night is ours. All nights will be ours from now on,” he mumbles, rubbing your back gently, “I don’t want to experience life by myself and I don’t want to share this view with anyone besides you.”

“Hmm, I think the airlines are not gonna be happy about that, Sugu,” you tease, letting his laughter warm your body in complete opposition to the gushes of cool air.

“Have you always been this snarky?” He presses a kiss into your hair, resting his chin into it as he waits for your response.

“Snarky? Yeah, I guess, why does it bother you?”

“No, it just reminds me of someone, that’s all,” he smiles to himself, making your head pop up in curiosity.

“Someone?”

“Yes, a very close friend, I’m sure you’ll meet him someday, though I’m afraid it could be my last,” but he doesn’t seem afraid by his own remark, and all you can feel are chills running down your spine.

“Well then, I hope I never meet him,” you huff, tugging him back close, and you refuse to push any further, the truth seeming too terrifying for your heart to handle.

He doesn’t reply, choosing to hold you back instead, letting you mend into him as he wonders if being able to love you was the world's wicked and twisted sense of revenge. He couldn't have you forever; he knew that. It was just a matter of time now.

“Satoru?” Your head snaps, following the voice of Suguru as he tugs your hand, “What a surprise.”

Your eyes settle on a tall and slim white-haired man, a prominent look of disappointment on his face as he lowers his dark sunglasses for a moment, not paying close attention to you as his striking blue eyes linger on Suguru’s grin. He must be thinking the same thought you were weeks ago when you first saw it too, how it was so genuine you had to do a double-take, not an ounce of hatred behind his now clear gaze.

“It’s not a surprise. I live here,” Satoru replies calmly, pushing his shades back up the bridge of his nose as he faces you, “Who’s this?”

“Someone I love deeply,” Suguru tightens his grip on your hand, making you stand up straight with a gulp, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Satoru ignores you and turns back to Suguru, “She’s human.”

“And?”

“Don’t you hate humans?”

You clench your jaw, teeth clamped down with anxiety until you hear the boastful sound of Suguru’s laugh, “I suppose you’re right, but there’s always an exception, isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Well, then what makes her so special?”

You look down, avoiding the glares from both men as they continue their conversation, “Funny you ask, she kind of reminds me of you, in a more calmed down and elegant way, that is.”

“Of me? Is that even a good thing to you?” Satoru’s face remains stiff, but his mind is racing; it almost felt like he was talking to his old Suguru.

“We were best friends. Of course, it’s a good thing,” Suguru nods, making Satoru suck in a breath.

Your eyes widen. Was this friend the one that?-

“Until you murdered a whole village and your parents, Suguru, until you left us,” Satoru’s voice is strained as he tries to rationalize the impossible, shaking his head a few times before he lets out a short laugh, “You do remember doing those things, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And you know I still have to kill you for that, right?”

“I’m aware,” Suguru smiles, making your heart sink as you look back up, and he turns to you, “I’m okay, don’t worry, angel.”

“So you’re going to leave her too?” Satoru cocks an eyebrow, making you panic as everyone seems a little too calm for how things are escalating.

“It’s justice, isn’t it?” Suguru answers simply, letting go of your hand as you stumble back in shock, watching Satoru share the same look of confusion as he hesitantly holds up his hand.

“I don’t want to do this. I hope you know that, Suguru. I never wanted to do this,” Satoru takes his sunglasses off completely, your head throbbing as you rush in front of Suguru, letting an overwhelming rush of power surge your body as you feel your life flash in front of you.

“Y/N!” Suguru yells, but it’s too late. His eyes are drawn to your limp figure as it hits the ground, lifting them only to find shock and regret ridden on Satoru’s face.

No, no, no.

Suguru scrambles to come up with something to do, anything to do, “Call Shoko, Satoru, what the fuck are you waiting for!?”

“Suguru-”

“Fucking call her!”

But it’s too late, Suguru knows it, but he refuses to believe it’s true, grasping onto your frail body like he could hold your life back together, “Don’t you dare leave me now. I was supposed to free you, please, please, you can’t.”

But it’s too late, and Suguru finds himself drawing you in, cursing you as he shakes you in his arms. And it’s too late because now? Now you were just a ball of demise in his hands, a physical entity and embodiment of yourself but in the most deprecable of ways. You’re what he despises about humans, a curse, one that he’s created, and he can’t help but stare.

“Suguru, why did you?”

He swallows you whole, letting every memory you ever shared, every moment your life encased, completely disintegrate on his tongue. He’s filled with your presence, though the world screams of your absence, and all he can feel is alone. Alone, again. A world where you weren’t his, again. He doesn’t even remember his purpose anymore, was the world genuinely worth being saved if you no longer stood beside him to rejoice in its graces?

He raises back up to stand in front of Satoru, prepared to release whatever energy he has to fight a losing battle, but suddenly he chokes. He can’t breathe as suddenly all air is cut out, and all he can hear is, “Suguru, Suguru, please wake up!”

Suguru’s eyes swipe open, met with your concerned face as you continue to shake his body and squeeze his shoulders. You sigh when he stares back at you, crashing down into his body as he quickly wraps his arms around you, tears dripping down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. “You scared me. You were screaming,” you whisper softly, feeling his hands race up and down your body as he realizes you’re still alive and his dreams have become too vivid for his own sanity.

“I’m sorry, love,” he mumbles, voice coarse from his distress as you shake your head rapidly, “Hush, just let me hold you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, tugging your hips over his so your thighs straddle him, letting you lay entirely on him as he squeezes you into him. “I don’t ever want to let go,” he sighs, closing his eyes as he feels his world come back to him, “I’m sorry for thinking you’d ever be okay if I did.”

“What do you mean?” You sit up, hands on his cheeks as you cup his face delicately.

“I thought maybe you’d be better off without me, but you couldn’t be, could you? Not if you loved me even half of the amount of I love you.”

You tilt your head slightly, “What did you dream of?”

He hesitates for a moment but settles on just telling the truth, not wanting there to be any distance or secrets between the two of you, not anymore at least, “I dreamed that I turned myself in and died for your sake, except I never died, you did because you tried to stop me.”

“You thought dying would help me in any way?” You’re not judgemental, just curious as you stare down at him and watch him nod wordlessly, “I believe you must be insane then. I don’t think I could even fathom a world without you, Suguru. You are my world.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?” He raises a hand to tenderly brush your cheek, watching as you ease into his touch.

“No,” you shake your head lightly, “I’m not afraid of loving you. I’m just afraid of losing you. So don’t fucking die on me, please.”

“Is that a threat?” He raises an eyebrow, already visibly coming back to his usual self as his hands both lower to the round of your ass, giving a slight squeeze that makes you squeak.

“Maybe it is,” you smile as you lean down to peck his lips, letting him flip you onto your back as he towers over you, deepening the connection by sliding a hand under your back to press you up into him.

“Should I be scared, pretty girl?” His voice is full and robust, deep with sultry and a sense of want as he moves to suck gently at your jaw.

“Of what?” Your hands feel the rigid and tense muscles of his back, sliding up until they find a home in his hair.

“You won’t leave me either, will you?” His lips are distracting as they lower to your neck, his tongue drawing short stripes against your skin as you let out a shaky breath.

“Never, I promise, never.”

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He raised you well, getting you a high education with your cousin Naoya, born in the same year as you.

The man just couldn’t protect you from the bullying of your cousin about your condition.

At the age of three, you were struggling to walk and had your father order a walking stick for you to be able to move around. At the age of 6, while drinking tea with your cousin, your cup fell on your kimono, staining it forever, the sudden pain in your hands being the reason you dropped it.

The doctors were formal; there was nothing to be done to help you, the curse itself buried deep in your spinal cord, making it hard for you to walk without a cane, and the height of humiliation, making your hands jolted in pain every time you wanted to hold something.

Naoya was so glad! Of course, the mean kid would get any reason to bully you. This was just the cherry on the cake.

The daily insults slowly turn into physical and psychological pain as you both grew up.

You were the ugly duckling in this family, and they made sure to remind you of it every day. Even your father’s care wasn’t enough to protect you from the bullying.

When he passed, you were 18 and your pretty face saved you. Your mom was well known to be a pretty woman, and your father’s status was well respected by the current head of the Zenin clan, his second-degree cousin. He found you pretty enough to stay because who knows, your condition might not be the best, but you could always bear a child or two, or be used as a plaything for Naoya. Not as a wife though, know your place.

For two more years, you were "safe" in the Zenin clan. Safe but bullied and humiliated every day by your cousin and his friends. The object of mockery of the mothers, wives, and courtesans of the family. You could be covered in the most beautiful silk, inherited from your father’s part of the family, you’d always be the cursed Zenin, the non-sorcerer, the cracked diamond.

And so, they decided to get rid of you. You were an unnecessary weight for them. Why would they care for you, when you were just useless.

They arranged a quick wedding, they heard that he lost his first wife, as luck would have it. That was a match made in heaven for them. The stray dog and the broken doll. Both are considered good for trash. Both were rejected by the clan.

They didn’t even care for a big wedding ceremony. You would wear your mother’s Shiromuku, head low in front of the head of the head family. And your soon-to-be husband would be seated next to you, wearing a black kimono, not even looking at you or the clan’s chief.

“Y/N” Naobito sighs, “You know we can’t keep you with us… you are… no good for us. I’ve decided that you’ll be married to-”

“Throw me out of the family” you interrupted him, your fists clenched on your knees.

“You could say that”. Naobito doesn’t even try to lie. Why would he care for your feelings, they made it clear from the start that you were not a part of them.

“I’ve prepared all the papers for you, everything has been already approved by the family, you just need to stamp and sign it.”

The man on your left chuckles and violently takes the stamp and pencil from Naobito’s hands, signing them, and walks in the back of the room, waiting by the sliding door. He watches you reaching for your cane, struggling to get up to walk the five steps to Naobito, and his eyes can’t leave your body as your painful hand applies the stamp on the paper, the shaking calligraphy of your name sealing the wedding.

Naobito takes the paper, rolls it back, and exits the room without another word, leaving you and your newlywed husband alone. You turn around in his direction, letting your cane guide you to him and his eyes fall on your delicate face, tears in the corner of your eyes from the physical pain, and disgrace of being sent like an animal to a wedding. Your eyes meet his, and his expression changes into a gentle one. He walks the few steps separating you and you take that time to admire his large stature. The emerald green of his eyes are contrasting with his black hair and his soft smile is broken by the scar crossing his lips.

He reaches for you and gently puts your arms around his neck, taking you in his arms.

“I won’t let you struggle as they do. I probably won’t be a good husband, but at least I can promise you that” he says while holding you, walking you both outside the room and to your attributed house far North in the Zenin domain.

The first few weeks into your wedding were not easy, both Toji and you slowly discovering about the other. As if the forced wedding wasn’t enough, you were both the subject of gossip amongst the clan. The stray dog and the broken diamond, non-sorcerer curses, stains on the golden name of the Zenin family.

But contrary to the words you’ve heard about him, he was gentle and caring with you.

Sure, he probably saw you like a baby bird fallen from the nest, but he never forced himself on you, never humiliated you, and always helped you as much as he could.

He would go out for days, for some missions, and you would wait for him to come back home, usually stained in blood, while sitting on the small engawa of your house, reading. What else could you do? The pain in your legs and hands is getting stronger day after day.

As he was a respectful husband, you wanted to be able to fill your role as a respectful wife as best as you can. And you cook for him, prepare his bath or his futon next to yours, your small two-room house leaving no space for you to have your private bedroom.

Days pass and you become closer with your husband, sharing laughter and tears with him, healing his wounds when he comes home from another painful job, and letting him rest his head on your laps when you both enjoy the soft warmth of an early summer night.

Until that gloomy day of July. The monsoon was pouring outside, the sky torn apart by the storm. A flash of light strikes your eyes, surprising you. You were reading on the engawa once again and didn’t realize the weather turned bad that quickly. You tried to raise yourself with your walking cane but the sudden noise of the thunder scares you and it falls from your hands, rolling down to the middle of the garden. Sure it’s only a few meters, maybe you can try to walk there and get it back. You step off the engawa, however, the sudden pain in your legs makes you fall on the ground, the mud staining your kimono and making it impossible for your wobbly legs to get up and walk back inside your home.

You stay there for a few minutes, drenched by the rain, your hair sticking to your face, the storm above your head scaring you to the bones, crying for anyone to help you.

Toji came back home at that same moment, calling for you inside, and suddenly felt nervous as he couldn't find you. He saw the shoji door of the garden open and ran there, to find you lying down in the mud, and he rushed by your side, taking you into his arms and inside the house. Your cries were breaking his heart.

“Toji” you sob “I… I... the cane fell and I couldn’t get it”, Toji hushes you and puts you back on a chair. “Calm down y/n, please… I’m right here. I’m going to run a bath for you, okay?” both of his hands are grabbing your face, making you look at him. You nod and let him go to the bathroom, trying to calm yourself. He comes back with a towel on his head, and again, carries you in his arms to the bathroom. He sits you on the edge of the ofuro and gently helps you to remove your soaked kimono.

“Should I leave you alone?” he asks, his eyes avoiding your gaze while undressing you, leaving you in your juban and panties.

“No… it’s okay” you whisper and gently he removes the last pieces of clothing from your body. For the first time, you are naked in front of your husband, legs and arms shivering not only from the pain but also from the terrible shyness you are feeling.

He helps you down the bath, trying his best to not look at you, but he gets caught up on your delicate s/c skin, the roundness of your breast, delicate nipples perking, the round shape of your hips. He can’t help but admire your fragile and innocent body resting in the back of his retina.

Once you are installed in the tub, he gets up to leave but you catch his wrist, a pleading look on your face.

“Stay Toji, please.” you look down, red tinting your cheeks “The ofuro is large… you can join me”.

And he executes himself, undressing from his black haori and yukata. You stare at him, at his tall and muscular body covered in bruises and scars as he walks to the bath to sit behind you, your back facing him.

He grabs the shampoo at the side of the tub and gently washes your long h/c hair, massaging your head at the same time. You feel yourself relaxing near him, and he asks for your permission to wash your body.

You softly nod your head and you feel the sponge running on your body. You hum unconsciously when he rubs it on your soft breast and brings your arms close to your body as he chuckles.

“It’s a little late to be shy” and you smile back at him.

You turn yourself to him, taking the sponge from his hand and offering to wash him back, which he accepts.

Your hands trace his arms and chest, washing his long legs and you feel your breath accelerate the more you touch him.

Toji notices it and brings you into his arms, your head resting on his torso.

“I should have been here earlier, I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault”

Both of you fall silent in the tub. You can feel his hand lightly touching your back, making your stomach twist, and you decide that you’ve had enough. Enough pain. Enough of hiding your feelings.

You grab his face, raising yourself on his chest. Your lips brushing slowly on his own, your gaze never leaving his, and he takes the invitation. He kisses your lips fully, so eager to taste you, his hands holding your face in place. You moan in the kiss and Toji deepens it, his tongue dancing with yours, both bodies burning with desires.

“Let’s take you to our room” he purrs into your ear, and you attach your arms around his strong neck as you both get out of the tub, not caring about the water tracing your path to your room.

Toji lays you down on his futon, and latches his mouth to your neck and collarbone, his hand roaming on your body, your hands grabbing his hair.

Your breath rhythm increases as your legs part for him to settle on top of you. “Toji” you whine.

“Do you want me to stop?” he raises his head to look at you. You shake your head no, and once again he brings his lips to yours, before trailing down to your breast, sucking on your nipples for dear life. Your hands are trying to touch him, your usual trembles replaced by the unconditional desire you feel for your husband.

His mouth keeps going down until he reaches your pulsing core. He looks at you again for approval and you nod to him. His tongue attached itself to your core, and you feel your body jolting, toes curling as Toji devors you.

His emerald eyes flutter and he moans in your cunt.

Your moan increases with every lick of his tongue on your clit, and he slowly inserts one of his fingers into your virgin pussy. He feels your walls easing and brings a second one inside you.

“Toji” you breathe desperately, but he doesn’t stop, and you lace your right hand in his hair.

He feels your walls getting tighter and tighter around his fingers and you violently grab the futon cover, chanting his name, your orgasm making you blind for a second and you come hard on his fingers and mouth.

Your eyes reopen and your hands reach for his face, guiding him on top of you and you kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Toji please…” you beg “I want you”.

He spreads your legs a little wider and grabs his cock with his left hand while rubbing your clit with his right. “Make sure to breathe love… It’ll only sting for a moment”.

His eyes never leave yours as he enters you, inches by inches, until you close your eyes and hiss in pain. “Shh, I’m almost in”

Your hand searches for his in need of comfort. He lays fully over you, holding his whole weight with his left arm next to your head, his right interwined with yours, and Toji slowly works his large cock fully inside your pussy.

“Toji… I’m so full... “

“You are so good for me, angel”

Again, his lips connect with yours, and he finally moves inside you. You moan through the kiss, your soft e/c eyes locking in his emerald ones. “Fuck, you truly are an angel y/n” Toji grunts, as he thrusts harder inside you.

He can feel your walls contracting around his shaft, making it harder for him to not cum.

Your moans are getting louder, back arching from the pleasure, tears in your eyes as you feel your orgasm coming close.

“Toji” you chant “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum”

“You can cum angel, go on and cum on my cock”.

With these words and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck, you come undone in Toji’s arms, pussy twitching around his cock. He’s not long after you and with one last thrust, hitting your cervix, Toji fills you up with his seeds, slowly removing himself from you.

“How are you feeling baby ?” he asks while pushing your hair out of your face.

“Never felt better” you smile at him.

He kisses you and walks to the bathroom, coming back with a wet towel to clean you down. You rest on his futon and watch him clean himself and throw the towel in the bathroom to come back to you.

He opens the futon for both of you and lays down, bringing your face to his chest, his arms holding your body next to his.

You feel yourself drifting away as he murmurs “I’ll protect you love. I’ll do everything needed to remove that curse” kissing the top of your head softly.

From that moment, you’d spend your nights entangled in Toji’s sheets, his body on yours, making you chant his name like a prayer, filling you to the brim every night.

Your husband is worshipping every part of your body, saturating you with love and devotion.

He was there to help you as much as possible but his missions are making it difficult for him sometimes.

You clearly remember this night when he came home, his whole body covered in blood that wasn’t his, your trembling legs guiding you as fast as you could to him, throwing yourself in his arms, as he put his forehead on your shoulder, his arms hugging your waist.

“I heard there’s a sorcerer. He helped a lot of cursed people… I’ll be able to get enough money with one more mission and-” “No more mission” you cut him. He looks into your eyes and you hold his face “Toji, you have to stop, you can’t inflict that on yourself any longer,” you scold him “I can’t see you walking home another evening like that. I’ll sell some of my kimono to-” “But” “No but my love. I won’t miss it anyway” you smile at him.

Your husband looks at you and nods, accepting your decision.

And so the next day he goes to the store to sell your shiromuku, and two beautiful silk obis you got from your father, finally reuniting with enough money to call the sorcerer.

“Y/N” Toji gently calls you as he sees you wobbling around the kitchen, cooking dinner for the both of you “I won’t be able to be there tomorrow. I have a mission and I can’t refuse it.”

You turn to him and nod “Don’t worry Toji, the sorcerer is kind enough to come to the Zenin meeting room, I just have to go there, I’ll be safe”, you explain to him.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

Toji’s worried. You were both secluded far North in the Zenin’s property, even further North than the servants’ houses. You will have to walk for some time, but he is most troubled about the mockery you might receive on your way, from your sweet and loving family.

“All my life I had to endure the scorns, I grew up with Naoya remember? I am not afraid of a few words thrown my way”

He knows. He knows you are strong, but he also knows that deep down these words hurt you. He remembers that night you spent talking on the engawa, starry night illuminating you, and the tears falling down your cheeks as you let him know the hard times you’ve been through because of them. How Naoya used to steal your walking cane to make you run after him and fall, head first on the tatami floor.

And he felt terrible hate for the man who humiliated his wife for 20 years.

He’s heard of him. Toji was 9 years older than you and he remembered the celebrations the family made when the boy was born.

He also remembers very well how adults used to talk about you when you were born a few months later, “another cursed Zenin”, “the daughter of a whore”, “the sick monster”. That reminded him of how he was treated when he was a child himself, rejected by everyone, even his parents. At least, he knows your father protected you as much as he could.

And when Naobito conveyed him to sign the wedding contract, he only thought of you; the same as him, and he contemplated the fact that he would be able to bring you out of this. You might not love each other, but he would get you away from the daily bullying.

Destiny decided to be kind to you, you fell deeply in love with the other, finding peace and love in your home.

That night he worshipped your body, one, two, three times, his lips never leaving yours for too long, making sure to affirm his love for you every time you came on his cock, in the secret hope of getting you round with his child, knowing that you both wanted to start your own family.

Toji left home early that morning, promising you one last time to get back home as soon as possible for your appointment with Takashi, a grade 1 sorcerer who was well-known around the community as a great healer.

You quickly fall back asleep as Toji leaves his futon and the warmth of your embrace.

November installed itself and the weather and obscurity of the morning made it harder for him to leave you on your own.

The house is old, the shoji doors barely protecting you both from the cold temperature outside, so he takes another cover from the cupboard and spreads it on top of you. He kisses your forehead one last time and heads out for another mission.

You wake up a few hours later, and slowly bring yourself out of the warm covers. Toji’s already gone and you have to get prepared for your appointment.

You drink your tea and head to the shower wondering which kimono to wear for that day.

Toji and you are far from rich, even if you share the name of the Zenin family. You were rejected from the clan.

Nobody wanted you there and they would let you starve to death if that meant being sure that you both disappeared. Your condition made it impossible for you to work and the few precious things that you both owned were your wedding rings (Toji bought them for you a few months into your wedding) and the 5 kimonos you herited from your mother.

You picked a dark blue one, the one with a couple of cranes on its back, snow falling down the mountain, beautiful embroideries on the kimono. The cranes reminded you of your couple. They said that cranes are mates for life and stay with the other until the very end.

You smile gently, touching the beautiful birds, and make your way to your kitchen again, cooking yourself a miso soup and some rice for lunch. You knew the appointment was for the best, but it made you nervous anyway. It represented a lot for your husband and you.

You get back to your bedroom, and put on the beautiful Hikizuri, knowing Toji would want to see you in this.

You have quite a walk to go to the meeting room of the Zenin clan. Naobito, though he had no interest in you, was kind enough to let you meet the sorcerer in one of the main buildings of the family.

The weather was starting to get cold and you were happy to not cross anyone on your way, most of the people not daring to put a finger outside.

Your trembling legs finally brought you to the entrance and you slid the door, revealing the face of Takashi who was already waiting for you.

“Miss Zenin, nice to meet you” he bows. “Please, I only bear the name because I have to, call me y/n” you sit and bow back at him.

“I hope you won’t mind me but it’s hard for me to stay up with that condition” you smile at him.

Takashi looks at you “The curse is buried deep in your spinal cord” he says. You look at him, surprised that he was able to catch it that quickly.

“Yes,” you reply. “It seems that my mother got cursed when she was pregnant and it attacked me directly.”

“Y/n” Takashi sighs. “As much as I would want to help you, there is not much I can do.” His eyes avert to the floor, not looking at you anymore.

“You see when humans get cursed it’s easy, it’s outside of them and we can eliminate it quite easily. But in your case, it’s attacking your spinal cord, making it hard for you to walk freely and bringing pain to your body… I can’t do anything like this, I don’t have that precision, and that would be too dangerous. I could kill you.”

You can’t believe what you are hearing. So the curse you’ve been living with is going to stick with you until the very end? You try to keep a poker face, but you can feel a tear rolling down your cheek.

“But I heard that the latest son of the Gojo family inherited the Six eyes. If he can destroy that curse with his technique, I’m sure he’d be able to help you.”

Takashi smiles at you and your eyes fix themselves on your hands resting on your knees. “Miss y/n I will contact him and talk to him about your condition. I’ll do everything I can, I promise.”

He bows to you one more time and you do too, watching him exit the room.

You stay on your knees for a long moment, contemplating your options, until you can’t feel your legs anymore. You decide that you should head back home when you hear the shoji door open once again.

Turning your head to the door you see a smirk that reminds you of terrible memories...

You grab your cane as you try to get up, but Naoya’s quick to kick it to the other end of the room.

“Look what we have here…My lovely cousin, it’s been a while! Why the angry face?” he chuckles at you.

You try to get up on your own but the pain makes you hiss and you fall back on your knees.

Naoya violently grabs your wrists and brings you up, his face hovering yours. “So what y/n? You still don't know how to walk? I’ll teach you” he forces you on your feet, making you take a few steps, laughing at the pain running through your body and showing on your face.

“Let me go Naoya!” you wiggle out of his arms and manage to push him away, falling once again on your knees.

“You dumb bitch!” he hurriedly goes back and crouches in front of you, his hand clutched your throat making you gasp at the violence.

“How dare you touch me ? You’re nothing but a pretty face, your weak body is good for nothing.” a dark smile on his face “Tell me, cousin, does Toji-kun enjoy it? Do you let him fuck you ?” his other hand is sliding trough the different layers of your kimono “Or are you still a virgin cunt?” he laughs hysterically, his left hand squeezed harder on your throat “A limping whore, that’s what you are, maybe I should fuck you to make sure you remember your place”

You choked a cry, tears rolling down your face, your thighs tightening to forbid him from touching you. You’re having trouble breathing. You try to remove both of his hands from your body but you have no strength.

“You are nothing but garbage” He squeezes your throat even harder, and you feel yourself drifting into the limbs but a sudden movement frees you from his grasps.

Your hands run to your throat gasping for air as you slowly watch the scene in front of you.

Naoya is laying down on the tatami floor, Toji on top of him, violently punching his face, blood flying around.

“How dare you touch her !!!” you hear Toji scream “Haven’t you done enough?!!” and he keeps punching Naoya, who tried to remove himself from Toji’s strong grip.

“To...Ji” you painfully breathe.

He turns himself to you, and you shake your head. “He’s not worth it” you manage to breathe as he comes to you and takes your face in his hand, spreading Naoya’s blood on your cheeks. It’s the first time you see Toji like this, tears rolling down his face as he takes you in his arms. “Let’s go” you breathe and you both exit the room, leaving Naoya fainted on the floor, tatami covered in his blood.

You both knew you would have to run away from the clan as soon as possible, but you need to get back home to take the little money you saved, and the precious things you both accumulated. And in Toji’s arms, you let yourself cry, crying for the fear of dying from Naoya’s violence, crying because you thought you’d never see Toji again.

He hugs you tight, making sure to caress your head and your long y/c hair, the perfect bun you style your hair into completely destroyed by Naoya’s ministrations.

Toji opens the door of your house and puts you down in the main room.

“What do we need?” he asks you

“I… I packed the money we saved in the freezer, you just have to pack a few clothes, and we should get change... And the picture of us on my dressing table.” you tremble. “What about your kimono ?” “Fuck the kimono”, and Toji laughs, he laughs and walks to you to kiss you fully on your lips. “I love you so fucking much, you have no idea”.

Toji helps you to your bedroom, picks you your warm winter dress and knitwear, and he dresses in a black sweater and a pair of dark jeans. He quickly goes to the kitchen, opening the freezer door to grab the little stack of money. In the meantime, you crawl around the room, packing another set of clothes for both of you, the only picture you have of you and Toji, the one you took for your 6-month wedding celebration, and the most expensive obi you owned, knowing that you’ll be able to sell it for a good price. Probably enough to pay for your first months of rent.

He comes back into the room and goes down on his knees to allow you to get on his back. “You got everything?” he asks and you nod. He walks out of the house, and none of you look back as he keeps walking north in the wood of the Zenin estates, making his way far from the clan. Far from the hate and the violence.

“Toji ?” you call for him, laying on your stomach on your bed, as you hear the door of your small apartment in Setagaya open. You found this small place near the river soon after leaving the Zenin estate.

After what happened with Naoya, you both knew you couldn’t stay any longer. Toji would have killed the heir if you hadn’t stopped him that afternoon. You didn’t have anything, so leaving the clan that mistreated you both for so long was nothing but relief for Toji and you.

You found a part-time job in the primary school near your house. Your whole life you had been treated like livestock and good for trash, the family members making sure to remind you every day of your condition and humiliating you for pleasure. But you found that in the non-sorcerer world, you were okay. Your school principal was kind to you, he completely understood your difficulties and gave you an easy schedule. You just had to come to help the children after classes, reading them stories while waiting for their parents to pick them up.

Children were great, they never made fun of you for walking around with a crutch and when your hands were in pain, there’s always a little head who comes to you to hold the book for you when you struggle.

Toji, on the other hand, kept his work in the underworld of the sorcerer society. You know it was hard for him and offered him to quit his job, but to your surprise, he explained to you that he wanted to stay in that society in case he could find someone to release you from your curse.

Every day you recognize your chance to be with a man as good as him. Toji was nothing but kind to you and you often had tears coming up to your eyes whenever you had his head on your stomach, soundly asleep next to you. Your love for that man was incredible.

Toji removes his shoes and enters the apartment, making his way to your room.

“The cherry blossoms are already blooming,” he says while sitting on your bed. You turn yourself and sit on your butt smiling at him “I know, I saw that earlier. Spring is here.” And you play with his black hair.

Toji leans in your hand, his magnetic eyes gazing into yours. “y/n…” You feel your breath accelerating as you hear his voice purring your name. Toji presses his back to the headboard of your bed and brings you on top of him, your thighs swaddling his hips.

He leans in, his lips attaching themselves to yours, swallowing your moans as you feel his hands rolling your hips on his growing bulge.

No words are needed. You both knew what you wanted. You keep grinding yourself on top of him, as he hums under you, removing the large t-shirt you wear to sleep. You gasp as he smirks at you.

“No bra angel?” you blush.

He smirks, the scar on his lips stretching and he watches you dry-humping your cunt of his hard-on. “You are so fucking gorgeous”

“Toji...please no teasing… I need you.”

He cups your face again to plant a kiss on your lips. “Then remove those panties and I’ll fuck you good like you want me to”.

You quickly remove your underwear, and he undresses too. You can’t stop yourself from admiring his muscular body, and the scars that cover it, both fascinating and frightening you.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl”

You get back to straddle his thighs, “I love you” you whisper on his lips. His fingers run along your skin, and you gently take his dick in your hand, guiding his tip to your entrance, slowly bringing him inside you. You moan as you feel his large cock sliding in, and he bottoms out, latching his lips to your collarbone, marking your body with his intense kisses.

You hiss at the feeling and he chuckles “Sorry angel, you know I can’t resist your skin”

You whimpered as you felt Toji taking your hips in his hands and speeding up, whispering “Oh god”, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Toji bounces you on his cock, and your nails are like claws on his back. Even after months of fucking you, your cunt is just so tight, so perfect for him. His hips thrust up, and he hits your g-spot over and over as you pant hard, your face resting in the crook of his neck.

“Toji I’m so close” you moan loudly, probably bothering your poor neighbors, and Toji hugs you even tighter, feeling his orgasms coming too. He sank into your cunt one last time, the head of his cock bumping into your cervix and you scream his name, gripping the flesh of his back and in one last breath, he feels himself cumming deep inside you, filling you with his seeds. You both stay in that position, your body, so soft and vulnerable, your arms clutching on his strong arms.

He moves your head to give you one more kiss on your lips, your face blushing from the intense orgasm he just offered you. Toji smiles at you, and his hands squeeze your hips.

“Happy anniversary Angel”.

When you left the Zenin clan you knew you were somehow ruining your chance to get in contact with the newest head of the Gojo clan. Takashi told you he would pass your case to him, but the fact that your husband almost murdered the future head of the Zenin clan, and you both running away, hiding from the sorcerer worlds would not help your case.

The pain you were enduring was harder as the weeks passed in your new life. You would be able to walk and go to work easily, but lately, it was even hard for you to get out of bed, and nausea you were feeling made it even difficult for you to eat.

You know Toji would get mad at the situation tonight and you decide to force yourself up, make your way to the bathroom, and grab a dress to go out.

You’ll walk and go to the nearest konbini to buy a Taiyaki. You’ve been craving this for the last few days.

“Wow I knew about it, but never expected it to be that deep in you”

You jump at the voice in your back and turn around to meet with a tall man wearing the uniform of Jujutsu’s school. His white hair, flamboyant under the sun as he lowers his glasses to look at you easier.

“Excuse-me? Can I.. help you?” you never heard the man behind you and you suddenly get worried that he might be sent by Naoya.

“Y/ right ? I’m Gojo Satoru. Takashi told me about you, but you were harder to find than what I expected”. Your eyes widened hearing his name “Are you the head of the Gojo family?” “Yeah” he sighs, “not that I wanted it but I guess there are some things that you can’t refuse.”

You stay still as he approaches you. “How did you find me? I have no cursed energy.”

“You don’t, but the curse inside your spine does. And I’m the best” he smiles dumbly.

You chuckle. “Well Gojo, may I invite you for a tea? I bet there are some things that we might need to discuss.” you say.

He nods and follows you back to your apartment. When you enter the place, you can see Toji’s shoes already at the door.

“Toji!” You call for him and he walks to the door, noticing the young man behind you.

“Who are you?” he asks, suspicious about the guy, eyeing his uniform. “Toji, This is Gojo Satoru. We met on the streets”

“More like I followed her” Gojo jokes, but he sees on Toji’s face that maybe he should keep his jokes for himself. “I’m sorry it took me so long to finally meet you. Takashi told me about your case a few months ago, but we were… quite busy at school.” you both hum, and invite the young man to sit in the living room.

“I’ll go make some tea,” you say as you rise on your crunch, smiling at the two men.

They stay silent for a moment, Gojo feeling uncomfortable and doing everything he can to avoid Toji’s gaze.

“Gojo-san” he turns his head to watch the tall man in zarei position, his head close to the tatami mat on the floor. “I beg you, do everything you can to help her.”

Satoru smiles “Please Toji, you don’t have to bow like that. I’m already here to do that.”

Toji sits straight again and you come back from the kitchen with the teapot in your left hand. Toji takes it from you and helps you sit next to him, pouring the tea for you three.

Satoru sips his tea and exhales. “Y/n, as Takashi already told you, the curse is installed deep into your spinal cord”. You nod. “It would be hard for anyone to take it out at the risk of killing you.”

“Luckily for you, I’m not anyone,” Satoru laughs.

“What?” you ask.

“It’ll probably be painful, but the curse is not strong enough to cause any effect on me. It’s just… deeply implanted”.

You feel your heart accelerate as you hear Gojo’s words, Toji takes your hand and you look at him with a smile on your face.

“What do I have to do ?” you ask him.

“Well, I’ll need you to undress, so I can work on your back easily.”

You blush and look at Toji who smiles at you “Don’t worry angel, I’ll be right there.”

“You can hold him if you want,” Satoru says. “I’m sure you’ll feel more comfortable that way.”

“Sure” Your eyes averted to Satoru “Would you mind…” “Oh no, not at all” and he turns around, leaving you some intimacy.

“Do you want me to help you?” whispers Toji. “Yes please.”

His hand gently unbutton your dresses and grabs your bra to remove them both from your body.

Toji then pushes the kotatsu to the side, and sits with his back pressed to the wall, he takes you in his arms, your breasts pressed in his chest, your head on the crook of his neck and your legs crossed around his lower back. Toji laughs at the image of you, like a baby koala in his arms.

“I’m ready,” you say and Gojo turns back to both of you, smiling at the vision of your small body wrapped around Toji’s massive one.

“It’ll hurt y/n,” Satoru says and then his eyes cross Toji’s. Light blue eyes intensively watching your husband’s emerald ones. “I got it, Toji.” and he nods.

The young man bows his head, his eyes watching your back in deep concentration.

After a few minutes, you hear him say “I found it, right inside your 3rd thoracic spine.” and with that, his hand presses on your back, and you shout from the sudden pain.

Toji holds you even tighter, his hand running up and down the back of your head, your tears drenching his T-shirt, and your nails tearing the skin of his back through the fabric.

The pain is unbearable, like nothing you ever felt.

Gojo’s hand is like flame and ice on your skin, burning its way to your spine for too long. Your screams break Toji’s heart and you try your best to stay still, biting on your lips so hard that you can taste blood in your mouth.

“Just a little more angel, you can do it” Toji hushes you, “Come on baby, you can do it”. You violently shake in his arms from Gojo’s ministrations and feel yourself fainting on your husband’s chest and you hear these last words “It’s done. And the baby's alright."

Toji never liked winter.

It reminded him of the hard times he had at the Zenin’s estate.

The bite of the cold, passing through the shoji doors as he hugged tightly the small futon cover he slept on. He clearly remembered the harsh winter days when you were born. The family expected so much, another great child. Another one to mistreat him, the non-sorcerer. But he heard the rumors. That your mother died during childbirth. That you were cursed. And as years passed, the rumors of you being a non-sorcerer.

He used to hate these winter days, snow falling from the sky.

The bitter memories woke him up from his nap, his eyes scanning the bedroom.

Panic suddenly takes him and he rushes to the living room, only to find you giggling with your baby in your arms.

“Aren’t you the most beautiful little thing ever” you smile, blowing raspberries on his tiny body. “Mommy loves you so much.”

You turn your head and see Toji by the door watching you both, a hand on his chest.

“Hey daddy, did you sleep well? How was the nap ? You look like you saw a ghost !”

He smiles at you and sits on the couch behind you. “I think I got cold during my nap and that woke me”. You chuckle “I told you to stay under the cover. They said it’ll probably snow tomorrow, so I guess we’ll have to celebrate the baby's birthday inside.” you pout.

“Would you like something to warm you up? I made coffee earlier” He hums at you, never leaving his gaze from both of your figures.

You get up, holding your son in your arms, and take a few steps separating you from his seat. “Can you hold him? I don’t want him to burn himself with the coffee cup. Your son is way too curious for his young age.” You fake-scold him as you bring your one-year-old’s baby into his father’s arms.

You kiss your baby’s head, and Toji’s lips as you make your way to the kitchen, happily hopping around, humming the latest song you heard on the radio.

He looks at his son, emerald eyes staring into his own, as his baby hands him the tiny teddy bear he was holding. Toji takes it and smiles sweetly at him.

“Mommy loves you so much, yes, but daddy loves you even more Megumi.”

Toji never liked winter, but not anymore. Not now that he has everything he wanted.

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