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"Icarus" Getou Suguru

"Helios" Gojou Satoru

Icarus sought to conquer the sky, but before he could reach the sun, his wax wings melted. The young man fell, carrying his fragile, unrealistic dreams to the bottom of the deep sea...

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A few thoughts: I like Getou, but I don't deny that he's incredibly weird. I'm not good at analyzing emotions, whether real people or fictional characters, so it's difficult for me to interpret Getou's emotional development. He's a very contradictory character, so he'll likely be quite out of character (OOC). As for Gojou, I feel like no matter how I write it, I can't make him OOC, so I'll just skip that part.

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"...Before they took flight, Daedalus gave Icarus a final, stern warning: 'Son, do not be arrogant. This invention is small, meant only for our escape. Do not become complacent; the Gods are watching. If you fly too high, the sun will melt the wax, and you will fall.'"

Icarus had agreed. But once he tasted the sky, once he left the labyrinth behind, the thrill of the ascent swallowed his caution. Arrogance bloomed in his chest. Only Gods were meant to fly, yet here he was, conquering the heavens. He began to wonder: What if I go higher? Can I reach the palace of the Gods? Can I ascend even further than Zeus?

He flew higher and higher, deaf to his father’s frantic cries from below. When he reached the peak, the sunlight was dazzling. He wanted to witness the glory of the sun god, Helios, up close—only to realize, with a jolt of horror, that the wax on his wings was liquefying.

Icarus was terrified, but regret is a luxury the falling cannot afford.

In an instant, his wings disintegrated. He plummeted from the heavens and vanished into the abyss.

Foolish humanity, Getou thought. Forever submerged in the depths for a futile dream, never to see the light again.

But wasn't I just as foolish, yearning to conquer that endless blue sky?

Getou sighed, closing the book. He reached out toward Gojo, his eyes clouded with a profound, quiet sadness.

"I really... want to touch you."

"Satoru."

...

"Suguru. Are you alright?"

A simple question.

But in that moment, Getou Suguru knew he could no longer stand beside Gojo Satoru as "the strongest."

The "Strongest" were no longer a pair. They were now just... one.

Since Riko’s death, Getou had been rotting from the inside out. As a sorcerer, his duty was to protect the weak. But was that ideal still valid when the "weak" were the ones doing the killing? When they didn't even want protection?

Was Getou jealous of Gojo? Yes, though he would never admit it to a living soul.

It was the suffocating helplessness of watching his closest friend move forward at light speed while he remained stagnant, stuck in the mud. It was the corrosive self-doubt, the realization that the foundation of his morality was crumbling.

But more than anything, it was the loneliness.

I want to be with you.

But you don't need me anymore.

Like Icarus, Getou yearned to conquer the sky. But unlike the mortals of legend, Getou was painfully self-aware. He knew he could never reach that vast expanse. The very thought of being on par with the "Sky" was a joke.

I want to stand beside you.

But you’ll be fine without me, won’t you?

...

The conversation with Yuki Tsukumo was a bomb buried in his heart.

The death of Yu Haibara was the trigger.

The sight of Mimiko and Nanako was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

And then, Getou Suguru exploded. The world turned upside down.

In September 2009, Getou Suguru was tasked with exorcising a curse responsible for disappearances in Village XX. Five days later, the bodies of 112 villagers were discovered. Analysis confirmed they had been slaughtered by Jurei Sōjutsu (Spirit Manipulation).

Getou Suguru fled. He was expelled, branded a criminal, and sentenced to death as a Jusoshi(Curse User).

....

The last person to find out about the betrayal was Gojo.

...

The sky enveloped everything, embracing, imprisoning, and occupying Getou’s entire vision. Even when he clamped his eyes shut, the piercing blue of his lover's eyes haunted his mind.

Loving Gojo had become a habit, a part of his very biology. He was like an addict: he knew it was killing him, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop.

He wore a mask of self-righteousness. But in that dark ideal of his, how much was for the sorcery world, and how much was... for Satoru?

That mask lasted until the very end., while the sun burned him to ash.

There was truly no saving him.

...

"Do you have any last words?"

"No matter what anyone says, I still hate those monkeys. But I never hated anyone from the school." Suguru’s voice was barely a whisper. "It’s just that, in a world like this, I can no longer laugh from the bottom of my heart."

"Suguru… .- .. … …. .. - . .-. ..- —-"

Suguru’s eyes widened. That wasn't something a man like Gojo Satoru should ever say.

"Haha... at least curse me a little in my final moments..."

Suguru laughed, staring deeply into those eyes that were about to lose their light, the deep blue of a sky he could never reach.

And then, Icarus’s wax wings melted. He plummeted.

...

The god "Helios" looked down at Icarus and was instantly captivated. The boy was beautiful, reckless, and wore pure white wings. His eyes were fixed on the sun as if he truly believed he could touch the heavens.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The cold heart of the god beat with a new rhythm. Will he reach me? Can he? Yes—for I will bow before him. He shall stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sky.

Helios reined in his horses, stalling the sun chariot for a fleeting moment. As the young man flew closer, the god reached out to embrace him:

"You have conquered the sky. You have conquered me. My Icarus!"

But fate is a cruel master. Just as the god’s fingers were about to brush against him, the heat of the sun melted the wax and feathers. Icarus was dragged down to the bottom of the deep, dark sea. Rain fell upon the waves, unable to warm a body already frozen in the abyss.

...

Satoru didn't understand. Why did Suguru choose betrayal? Why did he cling to those twisted ideals? Why did he never tell Satoru the truth?

Why did you leave me behind?

We were the strongest. If there is no "us," then what does "Gojo Satoru" even mean?

It hurt. The pain was so agonizing that even the Reverse Cursed Technique couldn't dull the ache.

Please, Suguru... don't leave me. Drag me down with you.

...

Gojo wanted to go back. Back to a time where he could hold Suguru close, kiss his lips, and chase away the loneliness in his eyes. To be the "Two Strongest" again.

The 28-year-old Gojo Satoru had to keep moving forward, like Helios steering his chariot without looking back. But the 17-year-old Satoru would have jumped into the ocean with Suguru, holding his hand and whispering:

"We are the strongest."

We are the strongest together.

"Suguru."

...

"...Yes, Satoru."

Gojo woke up. The classroom was empty. The students were outside training, leaving the old teacher alone in the silence.

"So, Suguru... did you curse me?"

"Haha..."

"Love really is the most twisted curse of all."

5.

One day, you wanr a family trip. Golden Week, falling right after a grueling business trip, was the perfect window for everyone to pack their bags and hit the road.

"We're going to Kurokawa for the hot springs," you declared. Naturally, no one objected. In this family’s hierarchy, you sat firmly at the top of the food chain.

"Baba, did you make a reservation? Isn't it going to be packed?" Megumi asked, watching you struggle to cram a massive suitcase into the trunk. He quietly stepped in to help you rearrange the luggage.

"Don't worry, Baba have a friend who runs an inn there. I’ve already checked," you said, finally managed to click the trunk shut with Toji’s help. You really should have let him do it from the start instead of stubbornly exhausting yourself, only to rely on your powerhouse of a lover anyway.

"A friend?" Toji’s brow furrowed. He had never liked your "friends."

It wasn't just mindless jealousy.

Toji vividly remembered how you two started dating. You were being harassed by a "best friend," and you’d asked Toji to pretend to be your boyfriend to get the guy off your back. Of course, the act became reality, eventually leading to Megumi’s arrival. You had cut ties with that person the moment he tried to humiliate Toji, but the man hadn't stopped; he continued to pester you even after you and Toji were settled.

So, Toji decided he wouldn't let your 'friend' bother you anymore. Ever.

You and Toji had endured a "Cold War" for an entire week after you found out what he’d done. You knew he only wanted to protect you, but his methods were... extreme. Still, seeing him moping around the house was pathetic, and you were the one who eventually cracked.

But you knew if you gave in too easily, Toji wouldn't learn his lesson. You planned to leave the house for a few days to give him space to reflect.

You didn't even make it out the door. Your feet were restrained, not metaphorically, but literally.

You looked down at Toji, and after a silence that felt like an eternity, you bowed your head in defeat.

"If there's a next time... please... don't kill anyone, okay? Let the law handle it," you whispered, stroking his hair.

Toji was kneeling on the floor, his broad back hunched forward, his forehead pressed against the ground. His hands gripped your ankles so tightly it actually hurt. This imposing, towering man looked completely submissive, silently begging you not to walk away.

"..."

Toji remained silent. The scent of blood on him had faded since he’d met you, but that didn't mean he had become a mere lapdog. The hungry wolf had simply retracted its claws to avoid scratching its master. After all, Toji was a dangerous man; how could he restrain his lethal intent toward the hyenas trying to steal the only treasure he possessed?

You sighed, and Toji’s body physically recoiled at the sound. His fingernails dug deep into the tatami mats.

Alright, I lose, you thought. You knelt and embraced your silent lover, stroking his trembling back. You gently caressed his swollen, bleeding fingertips and peppered the corners of his mouth with kisses.

"Okay.Okay. I'm sorry, Toji. You’re a good boy, I was just too angry."

You couldn't stand that "abandoned" look on his face. Even if he didn't say a word, his body language betrayed his desperation. "...Just... don't do it in front of me, okay? And don't do it without a reason. Please."

You had to admit, you weren't a saint. You were just selfishly in love and didn't want to see him suffer the consequences of his own violence.

"...Yeah," Toji rasped, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing tight.

You didn't see the dark, swirling vortex raging in those green eyes you always called beautiful.

"Just a normal friend," you said now, smiling because you knew exactly where his mind had wandered. You gave him a quick kiss before helping Megumi and Tsumiki into the car. "Sit still, kids. Baba left some snacks in the bag for you."

The two children chirped their replies, their sweet smiles making your heart melt.

Even after settling into the passenger seat, your excitement didn't wane. Toji would be driving. You wondered why you hadn't thought of a family trip sooner. Perhaps you’d been too busy with work, or maybe Toji and the kids were just so content with their peaceful life that they never thought to ask for more. Either way, you felt a pang of guilt for waiting this long.

"Our destination is the Ichikaku Inn. Toji, you know the way, right?"

Toji nodded. "Yeah."

"Great. Toji really is the best," you teased.

A small, genuine smirk curled onto Toji’s lips. You couldn't resist leaning over for one more kiss, sending a visible jolt of affection through the big man.

"Are you guys comfortable back there?" you asked, turning around with a worried smile.

It was peak holiday season, and the roads were a nightmare. Everywhere you looked, there was nothing but a sea of brake lights and frustrated travelers. Luckily, the kids were being well-behaved.

"We're fine," Megumi and Tsumiki chimed in together. They were busy playing Shiritori, and soon enough, you joined in. Even Toji, who acted indifferent at first, ended up becoming the most competitive one of the group, fiercely arguing his logic against Megumi’s.

Before long, you pulled up to the inn.

Contrary to your friend’s modest description of "running an ordinary inn," the Ichikaku Inn was a massive, high-end complex nestled deep within a cherry blossom forest. There wasn't another building in sight, just luxury and nature.

"Hehehe... It was a wedding gift from my husband!" your friend boasted over the phone.

You were half-annoyed by the blatant "dog food" she was shoving down your throat, but mostly delighted to be receiving VIP treatment at such a gorgeous place without even needing a reservation.

...

"So comfortable..." you sighed.

A hot spring soak after a heavy meal was pure heaven, especially in a private outdoor bath. Soaking in the steaming water while watching the moon through the falling cherry blossoms, sake in hand—it was the definition of bliss.

Toji had one arm hooked firmly around your waist, keeping you steady so you wouldn't slip under the water if you got too relaxed. With his other hand, he drained his sake cup, letting out a contented sigh. Megumi and Tsumiki were already fast asleep. It had been a long time since the two of you had been this alone — really alone — since the kids came along. Toji was clearly savoring every second of it.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before trailing his lips down to your neck, leaving a path of "crimson cherry blossoms" across your skin. Toji had always been particularly fond of marking his mate.

"Haha... that tickles..." you giggled, looking up at him. Once again, you were struck by just how handsome he was.

Your mind wandered back to your stroll through town earlier that day. Kurokawa was packed with tourists. The streets were a blur of yukatas and kimonos, and every single pair of eyes seemed to be glued to Toji.

You couldn't deny it, the man looked incredible in a yukata. The loose tie of the sash left his broad chest half-exposed, and the thin, slate-gray fabric clung to his toned frame in all the right places. He looked both alluring and dangerous, a combination that had a 99% turn-rate among the crowd. A few women had even completely ignored your presence to try and ask for his number.

The memory made your blood boil all over again. You frowned, looking at Toji’s smug expression, and decided to vent your frustration by biting down hard on his nipple.

"Hmph..." Toji let out a low, hoarse groan that was far more seductive than it was pained. He didn’t push you away; instead, he looked down at you indulgently, letting you have your way with him while he casually picked cherry blossom petals out of your hair.

His chest was firm and, frankly, delicious. What started as a bite of anger quickly turned into something else. You became addicted to the sensation, nibbling and teasing until the air between you grew heavy with heat. You maliciously rubbed your thigh against the hard evidence of his arousal between his legs, your hands busy stoking the fire.

"Tsk... You want here?" Toji gripped your waist, pulling you into a long, messy kiss. Hot, humid breaths mingled with the steam of the bath.

"Hahh~... Is it not allowed?" Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you felt bold. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest flush against his powerful body.

"Hmm..." Toji smirked, suddenly releasing you and standing up.

For a second, you thought he was being modest and wanted to take it inside. You were wrong. He turned around, bracing one hand against the edge of the stone tub for support. With the other, he parted himself, revealing how the hot water had made his hole soft, flushed, and ready. He looked back at you with a devastating, provocative smile.

You swallowed hard, unable to resist the temptation, and lunged forward to reclaim his waist.

The next morning, you couldn't even move your legs.

Hearing the children calling for you outdoor, you buried your face in Toji’s arm and groaned. You made a silent vow to yourself: never drink sake and get jealous at the same time ever again.

4.

"That little one doesn't resemble you at all."

Toji sighed for the umpteenth time as he watched you carefully tuck photos into the family album.

Ever since Megumi’s hair had grown long enough to style, Toji made sure to grumble at least three times a day about how your boy (our boy) hadn't inherited any of your "beauty." (You glanced at your husband’s own sharp, perfect features and clicked your tongue—he was one to talk).

At times like these, you knew it was best to stay silent. Picking a side would only spark another century-long battle between father and son.

"Not only is his face annoying, but his personality is unpleasant. He’s weak and useless," Toji muttered, tightening his grip around your waist. His hot breath fanned against the back of your neck.

He’s only six years old!

"...But I guess he really does take after you in some ways," Toji murmured, burying his head in your shoulder. His lips traced soft marks along your skin while his muscular hands wandered, caressing you with possessive affection.

You turned your head slightly, running your fingers through his messy black hair. You leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Megumi will be home soon," you whispered.

Toji knew a rejection when he heard one. "Tsk..."

It was Sunday. Megumi usually played with the other kids in the apartment complex park. It was a secure area with cameras, directly opposite your door for easy monitoring, so sometimes you and Toji let him play alone. Of course, you’d also put a GPS tracker on his bracelet just in case, even though Toji insisted the brat was more than capable of handling himself.

"I'm home!"

"Welcome back.....oh dear!"

"You dumbass..."

Perhaps Megumi really was like you.

You stared at the pretty, seemingly frail girl with long hair holding Megumi’s hand. You sighed, suddenly realizing where Megumi got his "meddling" nature and his tendency to bring strays home. After all, isn't that exactly how you’d ended up with Toji?

The girl’s name was Tsumiki. Her mother was nowhere to be found. Megumi and Tsumiki had met before and seemed close, so when your son saw his gentle 'onee-chan" wandering aimlessly in the park, he decided to bring her home.

Toji wasn’t pleased, and you were worried about the legalities, but looking at the two children, at Megumi’s pleading eyes and Tsumiki’s tired, haggard face, you couldn't turn her away.

"Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the police station," Toji said bluntly. You saw Tsumiki turn pale. "That’s the legal procedure. I have to."

"Baba can't just take a kid, especially a little girl, home without permission," you added softly, patting Megumi’s head. The boy clutched your shirt tightly, realizing his impulsive move might have caused trouble, but he couldn't leave Tsumiki behind. There was a clear bond between them.

"But for today..." You extended your hand toward Tsumiki. "You can stay. Spending a night at a 'friend's' house isn't a big deal, right? Let’s go inside, dear. Pls feel like home"

Tsumiki’s face lit up with a bright smile. She took Megumi’s hand and followed him into the house. Once the children were out of earshot, you turned back to Toji.

"Y/n..." Toji frowned, then his expression softened. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. "Don't be so soft-hearted."

"Come on, we can't just abandon her. I'll try to contact her mother tomorrow." And if things didn't go as planned, you had the connections to make sure she was safe.

"One day, that personality of yours is going to get you into serious trouble."

"Trouble like you?" you teased, narrowing your eyes. You wrapped your arms around Toji’s neck, stroking the nape of his hair gently. "But you’ll protect me... right?"

"...Yes. I’ll protect you." His voice was low and certain. As long as this soul and this body exist.

You stood on your tiptoes, pouting your lips slightly, and leaned into him.

3.

They say daughters resemble their fathers and sons resemble their mothers. Scientifically, it might be a toss-up, but in your family, it’s a rule of thumb.

Megumi y/s, the son of y/n y/s and Toji y/s, is beautiful, headstrong, and whip-smart. In other words, he’s the spitting image of Toji. You, on the other hand, haven't inherited a single one of those "fierce" traits to pass down.

It’s actually a bit of a sore spot. Once, a new teacher at Megumi’s kindergarten even doubted you were his biological father, which honestly broke your heart. Of course, after she witnessed Toji’s "unique" brand of parenting, she changed her tune immediately.

"There’s no way a scoundrel like Toji could father such an angel," she’d said. It wasn't exactly the compliment you were looking for, but at least the paternity scandal was over.

Toji, who harbors plenty of self-loathing, isn't exactly a fan of his mini-me. Maybe if Megumi looked a bit more like you, Toji would be... well, not gentle, but perhaps a little better. But with that Zenin face? Dream on.

Dear Gods, please let my family be healthy, safe, and happy this year. Let our misfortunes turn into blessings.

And please... look after the man I love. He isn’t a bad person; he’s just been hurt too much. If it’s possible, help him and our son get along—at least so they stop fighting like sworn enemies. Thank you.

You whispered this prayer on New Year’s Day at a sacred temple in Tokyo. Your hands were numb, and your body was flushed with exhaustion from waking up early to brave the freezing winter crowds.

You really should have worn gloves. The sweat didn't warm you; it only made the biting wind feel sharper. You shivered, rubbing your frozen palms together, hoping the friction would bring some life back into your fingers.

You’d snuck out early, trying not to wake Toji or Megumi. You didn't want them to suffer through the cold for your impulsive traditions. But you overestimated your stealth and underestimated their instincts.

Just outside the temple gate, you spotted two familiar figures. Toji was standing there in a trench coat over a heavy black puffer jacket. Beside him was Megumi, bundled up in a white padded coat, a bright red woolen scarf, and boots that sank into the snow. He looked like a round, adorable little snowman.

However...

"Toji! Oh my god! Megumi is sinking into the snow!" you shouted, rushing over to scoop your boy up. Toji had just been standing there, letting the toddler fend for himself in the drifts.

"Tch. He want to coming," Toji said, tilting his head away to avoid your glare. "He has to take responsibility for his choices."

"Toji!" You were completely defeated by his lack of "maternal" instinct. "You poor thing, your dad is so mean!"

You hugged Megumi close, rubbing his chubby, cold cheeks. You wanted to warm his face, but you stopped, realizing your own hands were like ice. Megumi noticed. He took your hand, blew his warm breath onto your fingers, and held them tight.

"Let me warm you up, Baba."

My little angel!

"Megumi~ You’re such a good boy! Baba feels much warmer now!"

Megumi blushed. No matter how much of a "adult" he tried to be, he was still a child who craved love. Since Toji was about as expressive as a brick wall, you made sure to shower the boy with enough affection for both of you.

Megumi squeezed your large hand with his tiny ones.

"Tsk." Toji clicked his tongue. He stepped forward and wrapped his massive arms around both of you, pulling you inside the folds of his oversized coat.

Toji’s body temperature was always freakishly high. It was a nuisance in the summer, but in the winter, he was a human radiator. He didn't need a coat, but he’d worn one today because he knew you’d nag him if he didn’t. Now, he used it to cocoon his entire family.

You sighed in relief, burying your face in his chest. The familiar scent of him and the sudden heat made you feel like you’d been rescued.

"Next time, don't go out alone," Toji muttered. He tried to pull you even closer, but Megumi was wedged between you, prompting Toji to glare irritably at his son.

Megumi wasn't one to back down. He gave Toji’s waist a sharp, tiny kick.

You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shall we go home?"

2.

Toji hates rainy days. They always dig up the rotting memories he’s spent years trying to bury, reminders of the days he was still a Zenin.

You at work and Megumi at school, the heavy downpour has put a halt to his horse racing plans. Shiu Kong hasn’t called, either. Toji is left alone in the apartment, bored, staring at the TV as it cycles through meaningless images and static.

In the past, a day like this would’ve driven him straight to the bottom of a bottle, or to some woman he didn’t care about, just to kill time. But now? He’s still the same shiftless, gambling, drunken scoundrel, never be a "worthy" father, but he doesn’t touch anyone else. And heaven help anyone who tries to touch you.

The heavy rain outside smells of damp earth. The silence of the apartment pulls him back into the dark.

The icy rain lashes against his gaunt face, soaking his hair and his thin, cheap kimono. Mud clings to his bare feet, his jagged nails digging into the filth of a gutter. In the distance, the laughter of children playing under an eave only makes the silence of the forest feel more desolate.

Toji bows his head, staring at his own bloodstained hands.

No matter how long he stands there, he remains alone.

He curls into a fetal position, listening to the rain, drifting into the familiar, suffocating grip of a nightmare.

"Are you alright?"

A hand appears before him. It’s beautiful, slightly calloused from holding a pen, nails clean and trimmed. It’s a sharp contrast to his own scarred, ugly hands. Exhausted, Toji doesn't bother to pull away. He just stares at the hand like it’s some alien creature.

You don’t wait for an answer. You just reach out and take his hand in yours.

The cold, damp palm of his suddenly burns with your heat. The rain continues to lash down, but now, a playful, rhythmic sound hits an umbrella above them. Not a single drop touches him. You wipe the dirt from his face with a gentle, patient touch and start leading him out of the forest. But as the light grows brighter, the path becomes more blinding, and Toji stops, refusing to take another step.

He knows how pathetic he is. He craves the sun, but he’s terrified it will burn him alive. He expects you to leave, just like everyone else—to walk away without a backward glance.

Suddenly, the umbrella falls.

Toji freezes, bewildered, as you pull him into a tight embrace.

"If you don't want to stand under the eaves, then I'll just stay here and watch the rain with you."

Your hug is hot enough to brand him. "Let’s go home, Toji." You lean in, kissing him softly.

In that heartbeat, the sun breaks through the clouds, catching your hair like the halo of a goddess.

"...Y/n?"

The rain is still pouring, but for the first time, Toji isn't alone. His goddess is dancing with him in the storm.

Toji snaps awake, finding himself curled on your lap with a thin blanket draped over his shoulders. You’re busy finishing a report on your laptop, and beside you, Megumi is quietly working on homework.

The rain has finally slowed to a drizzle.

Toji snuggles deeper into your lap. The scent of fabric softener and your warmth (a rare, gentle comfort for a rainy day) anchors him. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, anchoring himself to reality.

"Toji? You're awake?" You open your eyes slightly, a smile playing on your lips, and reach down to stroke his messy black hair.

"...Mm." Toji rubs against you, letting out a faint, whiny sound that makes you chuckle. The sound of your laughter resonates in his chest, softening the sharp, predatory edge in his eyes.

You catch Megumi’s eye as the boy prepares to shove the "fucking old man" off your lap. You know Toji’s mood is fragile right now.

"A nightmare?" You lean down, showering his face with soft, fragmented kisses—first his hairline, then his cheeks, and finally his lips. If Megumi weren't sitting right there, you probably would’ve trailed those kisses all the way down to his neck. Your hair mingles with his, hopelessly tangled.

"...No," Toji murmurs, returning the kisses. He isn't sleepy, but he has no intention of moving. "On the contrary. It was a beautiful dream."

"It seems the rain wasn't so bad today after all"

The stray dog you picked up is massive, fierce, and more beautiful than any creature alive. He was so pitiful that you just couldn't bring yourself to look away.

You brought him home, bathed him, fed him well, and gave him a place to belong. He was hurt, broken, and preferred licking his wounds in silence rather than opening up. But that was fine—you’ve always been an incredibly patient person.

However, when a fierce stray transforms into a loyal house dog, things start to get... weird.

(A little spice i guess)

(I've only read up to the Shibuya arc; for the rest, I mostly just followed spoilers and my favorite parts. Please excuse any inaccuracies in the story)

1.

"Be good and watch the house, Toji." You leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before heading out.

Truthfully, you wanted a real kiss, but those usually ended up in bed. Since Toji was pregnant, you knew you had to be careful. Toji, however, was visibly annoyed; he wasn’t the type to be satisfied with just a chaste peck. He leaned forward, chasing your lips until he got exactly what he wanted.

You could never resist him—physically or mentally, you were completely helpless. But you hadn't lost your mind enough to forget the baby. You had to stop him before that kiss wandered into "forbidden territory."

"Toji... stop... ha~" You gasped, catching his sinewy hands just as they slipped under your shirt. Gritting your teeth, you gently pushed him back. "The doctor said... no sex during the early stages."

A thin silver thread of saliva lingered between your lips as you pulled apart.

"Tch. Fine, troublesome kid," Toji muttered.

"Don't say that. Baby is the culmination of our love," you chuckled. You’d heard that mothers usually form an instant bond with their child, but looking at Toji, you realized this "mother" was definitely built different.

Toji clicked his tongue, looking down at his slightly protruding belly with a flicker of disgust. He didn’t actually care about what was growing inside him; he only kept it because you wanted it. Otherwise, he would’ve gotten rid of it ages ago. But he knew honesty would only upset you, so he kept his mouth shut.

He leaned in to lick the moisture from the corner of your mouth, and you knew the storm had passed.

"I promise I'll be back soon," you said, stroking his belly with a sweet smile.

That smile was so beautiful it was almost irritating. Toji knew exactly who it was meant for. He turned away, sprawling out on the sofa to watch the horse races, waving a dismissive hand as you left.

You didn't see that his eyes followed you until the door clicked shut. And he certainly had no intention of following those "Pregnancy Care" tips you’d plastered all over the walls.

...

"Toji... oh my god. Be gentle! Don't crush the baby!" You moved anxiously to support his weight as he climbed over you.

You’d just finished showering and barely had a moment to settle when a dark figure loomed over you—Toji.

"Ha! Don't joke around," Toji sneered, "This thing is already taking up space in my gut; now it wants to steal my attention too? Whatever happens to it, it deserves it."

He leaned down, pressing his broad chest together to create friction against you.

"Toji!" You hissed, half-scolding, half-breathless. Even though you knew how he was, his lack of "motherly instinct" was wild. How could he call his own kid "this thing"?

"Don't pay it any mind, or your daddy will get jealous." Toji leaned down, his mouth enveloping you. God only knows how much he’d been craving this over the past few months. Your scent alone was enough to make him come undone.

"Ah... Toji..." You moaned softly. The sensation was different from the real thing, but the heat of his mouth and the friction against his muscles were intoxicating. He was greedy, his tongue circling and teasing until an electric shock ran through your spine.

You had to white-knuckle the bedsheets to keep yourself from grabbing his hair and pushing him deeper. Toji was a master of seduction, a veteran of debauchery who knew exactly how to set your blood on fire.

You sighed. If he was abstaining, so were you, and for two people with an appetite like yours, it was pure torture. You reached for the pillows, tucking them under his waist to keep him comfortable, carefully lubricating him before finally sliding home.

"No... no need... just go in," Toji whispered, his legs trembling. He always seemed embarrassed when you were too gentle. He was used to being treated rough; he could endure a thousand blades without a word, yet his eyes would well up with tears the moment you kissed his scars.

"Good boy, Toji. I love you. love you, love you..."

Your whispers coiled around him like silk. He shuddered, a deep, muffled groan escaping his throat—more of a shaky sigh than a moan.

Even pregnant, Toji’s strength was a marvel. After everything done, he calmly carried you to the bathroom to wash up. You were too exhausted to protest, hiding your burning face in your hands. Eventually, he tucked you into bed, and you drifted off in his arms.

Toji didn't sleep. He kissed every inch of your skin and watched you until the sun came up. He never say the words "I love you," but every touch told you exactly how he felt.

...

"What should we name him, Toji?" You held the newborn—a tiny, wrinkled, red thing that looked a bit like a pickled plum. He wasn't "beautiful" yet, but you couldn't stop staring.

Your child. Yours and Toji's.

Toji remained silent for a long time. Just as you were about to suggest a name yourself, he spoke up.

"Megumi."

"Haha... isn't that a bit like a girl's name?" You laughed but didn't object. With Toji’s genes, the kid would be a beauty anyway. A feminine name wouldn't hurt. "Megumi... my beloved child. [Y/S] Megumi."

You rocked the baby, humming a soft melody. Toji wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck.

Megumi.

blessing

my blessing

our blessing

A warm sensation bloomed in Toji's chest. He didn't have the words for it, but he thought this might be what people called "happiness." You were his blessing from heaven, and this child was the proof.

...

"You fucking old man," Megumi barked, baring his teeth at Toji.

Megumi had grown into a true beauty, even with that ridiculous hedgehog hair. He was smart, capable, and a "perfect 10" in your eyes. The only problem? He and Toji fought like cats and dogs.

You and Toji had just had a minor spat because you talked to the neighbor for "too long." You were just exchanging recipes, but Toji was being unreasonably possessive.

"You were too close. He touched your hand," Toji growled.

"He was handing me a cookbook, Toji! He's married!" You rubbed your temples.

Megumi, always your little protector, jumped in. "Baba, you should leave this old man and find someone better. He's not worth it."

Megumi tucked his head into your lap, and you scrambled to shield him before Toji lost his cool. Last time they "played," Toji had tossed him across the room. Toji claimed the boy had the "Zen'in physique" and could handle a gentle toss. Gentle, my ass.

"Get away from my husband, you damn brat!" Toji yelled, his hand already reaching for his nunchucks.

"He's my baba!!!"

"Toji! No weapons indoors!" You cried out.

He really wasn't fit to be a "mother," and he certainly wasn't a traditional "father" either.

"Don't be jealous of your own son," you chuckled, pulling them both into a hug. You didn't see Megumi sticking his tongue out at his father from the safety of your arms.

Toji wouldn't hesitate to flatten Megumi, but he was terrified of accidentally hurting even a hair on your head. As long as you held the boy, Toji was powerless.