HONEY

So nervous that he even felt his hands get clammy — something he had immediately wiped off with the help of the man standing next to him - Gojo, who offered him a tissue with an amused look and nothing else — which was very rare and he immediately noticed that because he and Gojo were sadly friends.

He wiped his hand, silently thanking Gojo before getting wrapped up in his own thoughts — something he often found himself doing when he got nervous. He thought of you, the source of his nervousness, he couldn’t wait to see you dressed in a white dress — that you had made sure to hide from his gaze.

He was excited to call you his wife — a word he often daydreamed of associating with you.

He honestly could not believe it. Who even would considering two years ago, when you both eventually crossed paths — courtesy to the white haired man, You both were so awkward around each other. He could even recite the exact date where you had muttered a full on sentence to him.

He remembers the first ever date you both went on, how during that time - the only thing on his mind was how much he wanted to marry you then and there.

If his younger self got to know that somehow he was marrying you, he was pretty sure the younger him would laugh in his face, because who would’ve thought that — a cough interrupted his train of thoughts about you and brought him back to the real world.

The real world where you — his future wife, was standing near the door accompanied by a soft ballad playing from the piano, making you seem like an angel who was here to take him to heaven.

With each step you took, he was surprised to not spot flowers blooming alongside you because of how ethereal you looked.

For you — he was your dream man, gifted to you in a sparkly pink box, especially when you were all too familiar with men who failed to do even the simplest things for you. Nanami would be caught dead before he even thought about treating you the same way your exes had.

For an example — all of your exes had acted as if texting you was a grave inconvenience and since then with every relationship you got in, you had always initiated conversations. The rare dates that you did end up having was all thanks to you, you planned each and individual thing.

In all your relationships, you had provided 95 percent while your exes gave a half assed 5 percent — that too was too generous.

So when you started dating Nanami you were surprised when he texted you back within a matter of seconds — to this day, you have no idea how he replies that fast — and every call answered within three rings or less.

And he never let you feel burdened for wanting to go on dates, in fact he made it a tradition to go on a date every Friday, even going through the trouble of planning it even when you insisted you could do it — when he did that, all you wanted to do was push him onto the nearest chair and give him immediate head because why not? when he treated you like you mattered you couldn’t help the dampness between your thighs forming.

Because he was not sane and totally not in his right mind — you figured that one out by how slurred his voice sounded when you picked the phone up, making you to sigh again, knowing the theatrics that awaited you.

‘‘Hello?’’ his voice was so quiet that you had to focus real hard to even make out the word. ‘‘Hi Gojo’’ your voice was laced with disappointment. ‘‘Oh — is this my hot, sweet and lovely girlfriend?’’ his voice now sounding more serious while you were picking at your skin — already thinking about ways to kindly correct him.

‘‘Your ex girlfriend’ you made sure to emphasize on the ex part so his intoxicated brain could get what you were trying to tell him — but you were not that lucky as he seemed to have not gotten the memo with how excited his voice sounded, ‘‘Did you miss your boyfriend? because I missed my girlfriend and I’m so glad you picked up darling’’

You let out a sigh —you seemed to be doing it a lot when you were on the phone with Gojo— so loud that apparently he heard because he followed up with asking if you were tired to which you denied and he took it as an invitation to continue talking. ‘‘Well good, I'll ask Shoko to drop me off at yours so I can take a look at you, ok?’’

Oh please no. You wanted anything but Gojo Satoru coming to your house drunk because you know damn well what the outcome would be.

‘‘No, Gojo, You can’t come to my house. We’ve already talked about this. We broke up’’ you pointed out the obvious to him — hoping — for the millionth time that he would get the memo into his head because this was starting to get old real fast.

‘‘Yes but, come on sweetheart… - It’s only for one time’’ you rolled your eyes, one time your ass. This happens every other week — so much so that you decided to make a promise to yourself that you would put your foot down next time it happened. ‘‘Gojo, you and I both know that it’s not just ‘one time’.’’ you said — hoping your voice sounded stern and not like you were at your wits end.

‘‘So why stop it?’’ his voice was also sounding exhausted — matching your inner emotions. ‘‘Why do we need to make this a one time thing, when you and I both know that’s the last thing we want?’’ his endless questions amplifying the pounding in your head and you were trying really hard not to scream at your phone, but there’s only so much self control they could have before they eventually burst and this was your end.

‘‘Because I want stability Gojo’ your voice was now louder — so unlike you. ‘‘I don’t want to be a random girl who you call when you are drunk. I don’t want to be the girl who had no idea how her boyfriend is doing, because he doesn’t fucking say anything.’’ all your complaints burst out of you — leaving your voice horse in the aftermath.

You heard Gojo clear his throat on the other side. ‘‘I understand what you’re feeling’’ Do you? You wanted to ask him. ‘‘Darling, I told you I would work on it right? you never gave me the chance to do so please, you and I both know you are the farthest thing from a ‘random girl’ for me, so please let me in. I promise I’ll work on it ok?’’ he negotiated and you were so tired to argue further, muffling a quiet ‘ok’ before hanging up.

Everyone around you knew that fact.. well maybe except for the man himself with the way he was acting around you — as if you both were still in that chapter of your life — one that you had closed off the day you both broke up.

But it seemed as if you were also not getting the memo anymore with the way you encouraged his acts, with the way you took him back every time he did something stupid — acting as if you both weren't broken up.

Your friends had teased you for not letting go, going further even to say that they understand why you keep letting him in, and when you questioned them, they just said that ‘you’ll know when time comes by’.

And that shamed you to ignore Gojo’s antics for two weeks before he eventually showed up on your front doorstep, drenched with rain water — looking all too similar to a puppy that had been kicked out of once’s home — causing you to open your door

Causing the cycle to repeat again and again with no end in sight.

But as always, you can’t run away from your problems forever, you can’t slap a ‘I’m fine’ plaster on it and ignore it’s existence when each second, it eats you alive to do so.

How can you pretend to be happy when all you feel is the opposite.

How can you pretend everything is fine and that you were ok with how your life was sailing — when you knew this wasn’t what you envisioned for you.

How many times can one person withstand being the butt of every joke about a relationship before it starts getting to them?

Those were the questions plaguing your mind, every time you let Gojo come back to you.

But you never acted on your thoughts — of course not.

You were too much of a coward to do so, you were scared to lose another certain thing in your life because you knew the cycle and was so familiar with it at the moment that it was almost comforting to you.

Because you knew that you Gojo would call you every day at 6:10 pm and you would answer — the action so certain between the both of you like the rising of the sun every day.

You knew that if you were to have the conversation with Gojo, he would respect your wishes and back off — causing you to never receive those calls again — making you lose something so crucial to your day to day life.

So for now, you would entertain it.

Because deep down,

How he would always fill the silence between you two with stupid jokes he found or a useless fact that had you had no interest in knowing — but you always listened to them, because it was said by him.

How there was a point in your relationship where he could not spend a minuscule second without talking to you resulting him to always be on the phone with you, no matter what he was doing.

How he always made sure you both went on a date every Friday without any fail.

How he spent time with you after he would come home from work, taking you into his arms to ‘recharge’.

How every morning, you both would eat together, with laughter filling the kitchen every day without fail.

But that was only in the past and now the man who stood before you is someone you don’t recognize, someone you thought was your lover was non existent, in his wake is a man who is cold and unfeeling — completely contrary to your husband.

A shell of a man who once stood before you.

You were not even sure if you could call him your husband, with how different they are.

The man in front of you would let the silence drag out, dismissing any of your efforts to fill it, he would avoid your kisses like you were contagious.

Gone were the times where you woke up with your husband, instead of his warmth, you wake to a cold bed that looks untouched.

Gone were the times where he would answer your phone calls within seconds, now you were lucky if he were to answer in the first place.

Gone were the Friday date nights — replaced with him making excuses, which seemed to never run out.

How he would come home, and go into the guest room — ignoring you.

And gone were the hearty breakfasts, now you were lucky if he even was in the house when you woke up.

Of course, you let him have his space for the first few weeks before you got tired of doing so, you were tired of living with a stranger when you were supposed to be with your husband.

You missed your husband.

-

Your world came to a halt on a Tuesday night when you saw him on his phone, typing away — the act only fueling your curiosity, before walking to the washroom, his phone still on the table, just the screen faced down — something your husband never did.

And you were not proud of this whatsoever but you picked up his phone while holding your breath, you promised yourself that it would only be a peek and you would out it back since you were never the one to snoop on whatever he did.

But when you opened it, you were left breathless.

‘‘Divorce attorneys’’

wow..

You had immediately put his phone back down, pretending everything was fine when he came back even when it hurt to breathe. He kept typing on his phone, unaware that he was the reason for your turmoil.

It was too much, what had you done to make him want to divorce you? you had been nothing but a perfect wife for him, even he was actively pulling away from you.

Instead of arguments, you gave him space.

Was that not what you were supposed to do?

You were clueless, spending the entire night rethinking about your marriage and where you would’ve gone wrong.

And at the end, you never found an answer.

Only a headache.

-

Gojo was ignoring you again, but this time, it hit hard because you knew his goal, he needed to de attach himself from you and he was doing it without any care for your feelings.

Little by little, you felt tired, tired of rethinking every move you do, tired of carrying the boulder of your marriage when it was supposed to be shared.

But something in you didn’t want to give up, because you loved him.

Because something in you knew that the man who was your husband was somewhere.

So you kept trying, even when each day, it was stripping away your sense of self.

-

You didn’t recognizee the girl in the mirror anymore, she was a stranger — just like your husband.

The girl in the mirror had her makeup on point, hair perfectly done and not a single strand out of place, her outfit scandalous, and her stare dead.

You looked out of place, you didn’t recognize this, the girl in front of you was a glamorized version of you that you left in the past.

Her stare dead compared to your usual lively one.

Because you lived in bliss a few months ago.

Because when you married Gojo, you never expected that you would be dead inside, the only thing you wanted was a lifetime full of happiness with your husband.

But now to you, it felt unreachable.

It felt like something that was so close yet so far.

Because when was the last time your husband held you tighter,

When was the last time he bought you flowers?

When was the last time he listened to you?

How were you supposed to work on the relationship when you were the one constantly pouring fuel to the fire, while he sat and watched.

What happened to his obsession with you? the man who used to get on his knees and beg if you forgot to give him his morning kiss?

Where was he?

When was the last time he had reacted to you wearing lingerie , when back in the day, he would’ve been carrying you to the bed within seconds.

When was the last time he said ‘good night to you’

At one point, you wondered if this was all foreplay to him — if he gets off on fighting with you because majority if not all of the arguments end at you both on the bed, hungrily kissing each other like your life and your relationship depends on it, only to never talk about it the next morning after you both wake up, kicking the problems under the bed where it could join the rest of the demons that were plaguing your relationship.

And now you found yourself angrily packing your bags while Sukuna was looking at you — the expression of a man who had experienced this routine all too well and in a sense, he had, because when arguments got too much, you were the one to pull back, suitcase in hand, ready to get the fuck out of Sukuna’s presence, but of course, it never walks out in your favor as one of you both always gives in and walks back to each other.

But you promised yourself that it would not be the case today, you were packing your bags to leave and never look back and hopefully to cross out the chapter of your life with Sukuna.

But it was proving to be extremely difficult not to look at Sukuna and kiss his smug face — like you always did after an argument — and he looked as if he was anticipating that reaction too, with the way his gaze moved onto your lips every once in a while. But no, you would not succumb to your desires now, not when you were doing better then your previous attempts, you already had your bags packed up and a taxi on the way and a room to stay in for a while before you got the courage to brake up with Sukuna.

But, what if you kissed him one more time, to insure a proper goodbye?

but what if it leads to more, eventually ending with yours and his clothes on the floor?

How would your friend who is waiting for you to cheer you up feel when you text her that you decided to get back with him? — you ran a hand through your face before letting out a huff in frustration, while Sukuna looked amused at the circus of emotions plastered on your face.

ding

a sound from your phone disrupted your train of thought, your hands flew to your phone, hurriedly opening it and taking a deep breath seeing the notification indicating the arrival of your taxi.

Here it was, now it was all your choice to either leave or stay with him, and you made your choice, even if you would regret it for the rest of your life. You stood up, smoothened your skirt, grabbed your bag before walking out of the room, leaving Sukuna behind.

And as you entered the taxi, you couldn’t help but glance back, hoping to see him follow after you but to no ones surprise, there was no one, and now as the car started moving and Sukuna’s house was fading away from your peripheral vision, you finally let your tears run freely.

-

You had lied to yourself.

You had promised yourself that you would never get back with Sukuna the day you left his house.

But you — as always, failed to comply, leading you to open your door when Sukuna had come 2 days later, with a flower bouquet in hand, saying he wants you back.

And in that moment, any sense of yours had flown out the window, your mind only focusing on him and how handsome he looked, all you wanted to do was to lead him into your room, because you felt horrible for leaving Sukuna alone, even when your subconscious mind knew that you were not to blame for leaving, your guilty conscious overpowered you as you invited him inside.

Throwing away the promise you had made to yourself down the drain in the meantime as he carried you to your room. The scene all too similar to what happened last week. -

You both were arguing again.

And right now, you wanted nothing more then to go back to bed and sleep because you were pretty sure you were starting to hallucinate due to your lack of sleep, but the argument didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon as Sukuna raised his voice at you — usually indicating the argument going two ways : with one of you leaving or Sukuna smashing the nearest plate, you had experienced this many times that you could now identify the two.

When it was the latter, his eyes would be darkening, looking all too terrifying and to match that, you would also raise your voice to stand your ground, resorting to him getting frustrated and smashing whatever object is near his hand.

You knew that healthy couples didn’t do this and you knew that this was toxic, but what can you do when you have fallen hard for this man in front of you.

What can you do when you are ready to endure whatever he does if it means you could stay with him for the rest of your life, if you could hold him on good days, why would you leave him.

So you kept quiet when he smashed the vase he had bought you last week and you kept quiet when he walked out the door, slamming the door on the way out — the thing you felt was the need to go back to bed, because you were exhausted and drained.

-

You texted your friend that you and Sukuna were over before going to bed, because you knew that he might come home and decided he wants you gone and you would rather get prepared for it now then to cry later when he announced the news in front of you, for you, nothing was more humiliating then crying in front of Sukuna.

But you were proven wrong when the guest room door opened in the crack of dawn, Sukuna, and you found yourself internally preparing yourself for whatever outcome it is.

As you pinched your thigh from under the blanket, you were proven very wrong as he apologized to you again, this time accompanied by your favorite snacks and flowers and you accepted it because why wouldn’t you? you loved him after all.

- You were going to break up with Sukuna, you had made up your mind that day before getting up from the bed, only for you to be greeted with Sukuna’s back as he worked his magic in the kitchen — making the aroma of pancakes fill the entire house.

He immediately noticed your presence as he turned around, with a soft smile on his face — making you fall in love again — before holding you by the shoulders, peppering kisses onto your temple, then your cheeks then to your shoulders and in that moment, you couldn’t help but to sigh in bliss — almost wondering why you decided you wanted to break up with him.

-

He chuckled at that as he took his seat next to you, earning him a sleepy gaze from you - making him want to melt into mush next to your feet.

‘‘sleepy?’’ he asked, his tone almost a whisper to make sure he would not disturb you. ‘‘yes’ your voice slurred at the end - and he badly wanted to pinch your cheek at how adorable you were acting. ‘‘you do know that you can go back to bed right?’’ he asked again, just to make sure because he didn’t really understand why you insisted on waking up with him - especially since the both of you knew that you were the farthermost thing from a morning person.

‘‘I do, but what kind of person would I be if I missed my husband going to work’’ you had said before your hand ended up on his thigh, making him to also plant his hand on top of yours, making sure that you both would be maintaining physical contact at all times.

‘‘Well then, I really appreciate my wife waking up to see me’’ he teased when he saw you staring at him and to which you chuckled. ‘‘Your welcome, my love’’ you had said before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.

‘‘you do know that, that’s my cup right?’’ he said without missing a beat. ‘‘hmm.. yes, I am aware but remember our vows hon, something about ‘what’s yours is mine’ so I am just acting on it’’ while saying it, you had shamelessly taken another sip from the cup - the cup now only being half filled, contrary to it a few moments ago.

he just chuckled, knowing this is a argument he would not be winning anytime soon and you seemed to have noticed it as you kindly pointed it out, ‘‘what? no comeback now husband, I’m very disappointed’’

‘‘Well, I can’t really argue with my wife’s facts, can I?’’ He said before taking a sip from the half empty coffee cup - making sure to take a sip from where you once took, smiling into the cup when he heard you snort.

‘‘You just won 10 husband points my love’’ you pointed out before getting up, making him frown. ‘‘Where are you going?’’ he said. ‘‘To get your tie, I can’t really send my husband late and tieless to work now, can I?’’ to which he laughed.

‘‘I appreciate you doing that love’’ he said before also getting up - wanting to follow your footsteps to the bedroom, where you were picking out a tie for him and he waited patiently because he trusted your judgment for anything.

And when you signaled for him to bend down to your level, he obeyed - staying silent while your fingers carefully moved, fixing his tie as if you were on a mission, before placing a kiss on his temple, and he found himself looking forward to this everyday, for the rest of his life.

On why you hasn’t still discovered his presence when usually you would, in like three seconds, he didn’t want to admit it but he was jealous of your attention not being on him, which he thought was a valid reason, why would anyone ignore the all mighty king of curses? if they tried to, he would have their head served to him.

But sadly he loved you too much to do that, so instead he decided on the next best thing - interrupting you.

And as he walked closer to the couch - where you sat, he cleared his throat, now expecting you to look up because you always do - but no, you just ignored him, yes, you ignored your boyfriend - he couldn’t help but frown at that.

So he cleared his throat again - admittadly, this time, louder.

And finally, you looked at him - dead in the eye like doing that task was gravely inconvenient for you. - uhm.. how dare you? he was your amazing boyfriend.

‘‘Ryo, honey, what the hell is wrong with you? I’m trying to read’’ your hands moved around - your body language mirroring your tone, but at least you had kept your book away now. It was a win in his book.

It seemed as if you noticed him smiling randomly and became even more agitated as you glared at him, your brows furrowed looking displeased with him - hah, he would only give in and apologize to you if he was a weak man….. and he was, so apologizes slurred out of him.

‘‘I’m sorry, I just wanted your attention Darling’’ he confessed and you looked… happy? what the hell? why are you happy about your boyfriends sadness.

‘‘You’re so dumb Ryo, I’m trying to read in peace without my boyfriend bothering me’’ you had said before you picked up the book again.. he was really starting to hate books now - in his head, he was placing several curses on the thing when you interrupted again.

‘‘Stop staring at my book like you are going to burn it weirdo, go and brood somewhere else for the rest of the day’’ and after saying that, you had shooed him away - yes! shooed the king of curses from the living room, even before he got to plead his case.

But just because he respected you, he walked all the way to the opposite corner of the estate before staying there for the rest of the day.

Rumor spread that the king of curses was even caught shredding a few tears - but sadly, no one is brave enough to provide evidence so everyone on the estate kept quiet, but they all saw how he clung onto your waist the next morning - so much happier then he was earlier, there was no denying that Sukuna thrived in your attention and had no problem showing it to everyone.

He was' ‘loud, reckless and a force to be reckoned with, Sylus who has the ability to tense a room the second he steps in one’’ as they describe him, - But well, you've spent enough time being with Sylus’s side to know there is more to him then the shallow words that describe him.

That his personality is only meant to be understood by an esoteric group of people, and you’ve come to terms with that. 

whenever you hear the citizen’s of the N109 Zone, describing him as if he is a monster created from the depth of Tartarus, you chuckle instead of getting agitated because you know that while they describe Sylus in a gauche manner, that description of him is bland, almost two dimensional, lacking substance - And Sylus’s real personality, which is written so beautifully that if you had the ability, you would be writing endless poems about, the type of man who only exists in the novels you read, the man who only existed in your dreams, the man that you are forever grateful for entering your life. 

But even if your heart knew you can count on Sylus to lay down a safety net for your heart to freefall, you are afraid.

Afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to cut the shackles of your heart, one that ha been wronged man times - to another human being, to give the opportunity for Sylus to hurt you with a soft jab if he wanted to, though you cannot Sylus doing such act, he loves too deeply to hurt them. 

You know that Sylus even in his worst state would never do such things to harm you, but your heart is still afraid - and you will continue to bottle these emotions up until your heart feels safe enough, only then will you lay your heart open and bare for him, on his own palm.

At Least that's what the plan you've made in your head say, but you should've known that life does not go your way, specially if you are with someone as unpredictable as Sylus. 

You should've known that your heart was too fragile in the end after all, even though you you tried to ignore the faint spark of fire that lit in your heart every time Sylus would perform the smallest of acts, you should've known that you cannot control your heart every time he seeks you out in a room to match his gaze with you, the way he looks at you as if you are the answer to all his problems and how he looks at you, as if he is utterly  smitten by you, already fallen head first and is waiting for you, his arms open and welcoming. 

But that can't be right? Why would he fall in love with you - a normal hunter, you are sure he can snap his fingers and call someone better than you, Why would he choose you? Until you can answer that question confidently, you will keep your feelings a secret. 

But why? Why do you want to climb a staircase to the highest building in the city and shout out your love for him? Why does your heart feel like it was placed in a blender, endlessly spinning until it eventually turns into mush? Because of Sylus of course. The same man who has your heart in shackles.

Why is your heart doing somersaults right now? Why do you want to grab his collar and kiss him just because he is holding you an umbrella, flowers in the other patiently standing outside the association under pouring rain?

The only thought in your mind is to run into him and hug him and hug him you did.

‘Sylus, how- why are you here?’’ your voice was filled with happiness as you wrapped your arms around his neck ‘’Are you complaining sweetie? Should I go back to the base?’’ he holds the umbrella with one hand and the other hand traveling to your waist and softly patting it. A small chuckle escaped you ‘’sy, you know i didn't mean it that way’’ you complain and it's his turn to chuckle. 

‘’Then how did you mean it sweetheart?’’ He gave you the  bouquet of red roses that was held by his evol to me. His hand on my waist slowly traveling to the small of your back, softly guiding you into his car.

‘’I meant it in a loving way, Sysy’ you get into the passenger seat, keeping the bouquet on your lap, you watch him walk towards the driver's seat, entering the car, giving me a wink and closing the door with a soft thud.

He turns to look at you, his usual smoke present on his face as his face softly moves closer to yours, his arm resting on your thigh, before giving your forehead a kiss and settling back into the seat, while you were too flustered to talk to him.

‘’Kitten, have you lost the ability to talk?’’ he raised his brow ‘’Are you that distracted by my handsome face?’’ fortunately his ego was enough to bring you back from your dreamland. 

‘No, i was just thinking about something’’ your hands slowly moving towards his ‘’care to share darling?’’ he says, his hand on the wheel and the other holding yours with a tight grip.

-                           

Sylus stops the car near the base, waiting for the rain to ease. You look out the window, seeing the raindrops fall down the glass creating a picture worthy view- while Sylus pulls back his seat using your distraction as an advantage to lay in a comfortable position for him to admire you. 

A few minutes of tranquility settled in the car between you both, both of you guys doing each other's respective things. 

You caved in, turning to face Sylus, seeing him already looking at you ‘’you look comfy, pretty’’ your voice breaking the silence that was circling the car.

Sylus dramatically flattered his eyelashes before speaking ‘’you think I'm pretty, babe?’’ he slowly sits up as he speaks, his classic smirk replaced with a shit eating grin. ‘’Why would i ever call you pretty, sweetheart?’’ sarcasm dripped from your voice.

Sylus’s hand shots put to his chest. ‘’Oof, Wounded. Shot in the heart, again’’ he added with a stupid attempt of a wink that made your heart do a summersault.

‘’Sylus, I thought you let that go’’ a small whine was evident in your tone, which Sylus found amusing - to which you huff again. ‘’I'm glad you find my pain amusing, Sysy'’. ‘’Well I promised you I'd never let that go and of course I find your huffing amusing kitten, it's those moments when you truly live up to your nickname’’ His words were greeted with a hit on the arm. 

-                                                 

The rain didn't stop and looked as if it would continue all night. ‘’Sylus, we can't stay here all night, the rain doesn't seem to be stopping soon, why don't we just make a run for it?’’ You picked up your boots wanting to put them back on - to get ready to leave when Sylus interrupted you.

‘’But I don't want to Kitten, I enjoy spending time alone with you’’ his gaze was full of mirth.

‘’Sylus we've been in here for over thirty minutes, we can talk more at the base’’. ‘’But Darling, what if I want some more alone time with you, I can't have that can I? He leaned dangerously close to you. ‘’What's so secretive that you don't want the twins to hear?’’ Your words are composed but your heart is the opposite.

Sylus raised his eyebrows ‘’Would you like me to show you or tell you?’’ - Holy shit, your internal monologue is screaming at you, your heart beating so loud that you barely heard what he is saying. 

You weren't dumb, of course you knew what he was going to do- at least you hope you do, and you'd be lying if you said you haven't been waiting for Sylus to initiate the first move, since you are too much of a coward to do so, And- ‘’Sweetie?’’  your monologue was interrupted by Sylus, his once sure gaze now turning doubtful and you knew you had to act quickly.

‘’What if I want you to show me, Sysy?’’ You don't know who is possessing you at this moment but you are grateful for them. Sylus seemed to be taken aback and you wonder if you'd been too bold but his face quickly returns to its usual smug look.

‘’Let me know if you want me to stop Darling, I won't overstep any of your boundaries’’ His hands picked you up while you were in a trance with his words, placing you on his lap- an act that you thought was impossible. 

You nod acknowledging his words and he soon starts to pepper kisses all over your neck, planting red marks all around. ‘’Sy..’’ you squirm in his lap, which causes him to hold your hips. ‘’Yes sweetie?’’, ‘’Please Sylus, just kiss me’’ you manage to whisper as he stops his work on your neck and looks up at you. ‘’You sure?’’ you nod fast, your mind hazy.

His hands rubbing your hips and he leaned in kissing you, the kiss started off slow, gentle but quickly turned rough, your hips rocking against his thigh. 

Sylus breaks the kiss to look at your face and smile, you were breathing heavily when he planted a kiss on your nose, then your forehead and finally travelled back to lock his lips with yours again.

‘’Fuck  sweetheart, this feels like my personal heaven’’  you chuckle at his words as your mind blocks out  the outside world, it’s only purpose is to focus on the man in front of you.

And for the first time, you decide to free your heart from its shackles, secretly leaving it on Sylus’s palm.

And you let your fall fall without an afterthought.

He was too busy with his stare that he didn't feel your presence, slowly walking towards him before wrapping your arms around him - he couldn't stop himself from letting out a sigh of contempt, far too eager to be in your arms, the only place where he felt at home and safe, a place where he could unmask himself, the only place where he could let out his inner self without fear of judgement and vulnerability.

‘’Zaynie?’’ he hummed too busy in your embrace ‘’Do you think we can go back to the pediatric ward, I promised the kids a storytime before I leave’’ he pulled his head back from your neck hearing your words - placing it on your shoulder blade for his sanity and planting a kiss under your ear. 

‘’I think I can arrange that, would you like to go now, love?’’ He says and he couldn't help but chuckle at the joy evident in your eyes from his words.

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Hw was never good with words but he was sure that he could construct poems about the emotions that were being broadcasted on her face, nothing bought him joy then seeing her smile, filled with pure joy and happiness -  a stare that made him forget about all the bad in the world and only remember the good.

She looked at the kids in the ward with such admiration that his own heart soared seeing how she attended to each one of them, making sure they were comfortable before sitting in the midst of the excited children. Her face moved automatically when expressing the paragraphs written in the book - that was resting on her lap.

He sees the children, excited and curious, waiting to bombard her with questions, something he had seen that she had developed a liking for.

He couldn't help but walk over to her, wanting her to acknowledge his presence - not willing to admit that he misses the attention given to him.

It didn't take long for her to notice him, no doubt due to her sharp skills as a hunter or due to her used to his presence -  he hoped it was the latter.

She looked up at him, her eyes still shining- and he hoped quite selfishly that she would never take her gaze from him.

Some children looked puzzled by the man that was looming next to their beloved storyteller, some little faces lighting up with recognition, realizing who the man is, and he remembered to offer a smile to all of them before kneeling to her level and planting a kiss on her temple - gaining ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from the little crowd that was watching them intensely. 

She offered him to continue reading the story after he stood back up, a hand still resting on her shoulder - something he’d politely declined, sure that the children would find boring with his logical way of speaking, something she didn't hesitate to veto, complimenting it an act that did not fail to make heat rise up to his ears - he was grateful that his ears were covered, saving his dignity.

She faced back at the children when he walked to the corner of the room, to take a chair to sit on and listen to her - for a moment he felt like a child, snuggling into the arms of his mother, eagerly awaiting for the next book that was going to be read to him - he remembered how she always sat below the willow tree, awaiting his presence after school only to read his her new book she had acquired from the library.

He shook himself back, now watching her with fondness only a lover could muster and during that moment, he thought  to himself, he is in love with her, the woman who was his pillar during childhood, his pillar and inspiration that got him to where he was now.

He has no idea how and where you got this obsession from, he secretly speculated that you were a vampire before you both started dating and well.. was proved wrong when he saw your love for garlic.

But now, he was seriously considering checking your family tree to see if you were related to some cannibal or a serial killer, at this point, he had to investigate in it - otherwise, he would have to keep his eyes open at night and his infinity on at all times to protect himself from the one who was supposed to make him feel at home.

Like right now, where he is hiding in his own closet, listening to your footsteps looking for him, he internally shivered. The last time you caught him, his neck and bicep had been decorated with so much bite marks that even Nanami - a man who usually does not tolerate Gojo, walked up to him and asked if he was ok, so that’s how he knew it was serious.

He needed to put his foot down and give you a taste of your own medicine - at least, that’s what he planned to do before he realized that it was easier said then done, how could he ever beat the master at her own game?

So now he was hiding, as you were looking for him, he could hear you get closer with each step you took, your voice calling out his name echoing through the hall - he shuddered, he didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he got caught by his vampire girlfriend.

But how long would he have to hide, there was only so much space in the house and yes, he could easily teleport but he had promised you not to - to insure a fair fight.

And he felt doomsday’s clock ticking, your steps close to where he hid, so close he could see each thread of your t-shirt - no he couldn’t, it was dark. He was now looking at your silhouette from the cracks on the closet door.

If anyone asked, he would have said he was being subtle but if anyone asked you, you would say that it was not even close to being subtle, you could very well see his blue eyes staring at you with such intensity, you were worried he was going to burn a hole in your face.

‘‘Satoru… you know I can see your freakishly blue eyes staring at me right?’’ you said and panic traveled all over his body, where was he supposed to run now? the closet barely had space for him and since he promised you not to teleport…. he was screwed and he was starting to accept his fate that he would end up looking like a chewed up piece of gum next time he left the house.

And so he did the only thing he could think of, he raised his hands in surrender before standing up with a groan, by the time, you had already opened the closet door and now was staring at him with a gaze he would describe as ‘pure mischievous’.

‘‘I surrender, babe. There’s only so far I can run from my sweet girlfriends embrace’’ he said as you hold his hands hostage with a smirk on your face.

‘‘flattery will get you nowhere Satoru, now be a man and accept your punishment’ was the only warning he received from you before you sunk your teeth onto his shoulder - his mouth pulled up in a pout while you were looking all too smug.

‘‘Are you done now babe?’’ and oh how he regrated asking that question. ‘‘Nope, get ready pretty boy, you’ve got a long night coming’’ you said before nipping at his neck but this time, he unvoluntary let out a small whimper, to which you immediately raise your head up, a smile blooming on your face as you laughed, ‘‘You are into this, aren’t you, you little freak’’ and as much as he wanted to deny that, he knew how to pick his battles and this wasn’t one worth wining, especially not when it got him to see your face with so much joy at biting your boyfriend.

‘‘Whatever, j-just continue with whatever you were doing before’’ he whispered, and you exploded in laughter, again - he really didn’t understand what you found humorous.

He vowed to himself that he would get you back one day.