a lonely soul in a hectic world

you couldn’t even sit still in the bus. it was as if the road had multiple rocks under it, different length, different size—whatever, the road was just..NOT straight or flat.

every second, you were constantly getting lifted off your seat with every bump the bus came across. what’s worse is that you weren’t sitting on the window seat. you had to go through the harsh shoves of huge jackets and overwhelming scents of cologne as people passed through the hallway between the seats.

could this day get any worse? you wanted to go home alreaaadyy.

you grabbed your airpod case from the pocket of your sweatpants and plugged both ears with music, hoping that the environment around you would somehow disappear if you blocked the sound of the busy commotion. sure, there was a significant impact—the tiktok audios, obnoxious laughing, and interesting conversations were blocked out—but the left side of your body was still constantly getting pushed.

then you felt a heavy weight against your right shoulder.

okay, are you kidding me? you thought.

but that irritation quickly faded when you slightly turned your head to notice yuji—his eyes fluttered close, his fluffy, pink hair brushing against your lower cheek—and the clean scent that clung onto him. even when sleeping, he looked just as good as he does awake.

yuji wasn’t necessarily a bad kid. but that didn’t mean he avoided fights, and that was exactly what caught you a bit off guard. he looked like an angel. a cute angel. an evil angel in disguise…heh..

NO! what am i doing? you thought. you shook your head and berated yourself for liking the warmth and the weight of him on you. and..the idea of staying like this forever sounded like heaven.

but did you allow that? no you didn’t.

so without hesitation, you shoved his head off your shoulder. WHAAMMM! a little too hard that the bang of the glass and his head rattled through the whole bus, silencing the noise you found so irritating.

“AHH- SHIT!”

yuji’s hand flew up to his head as he shot you a teary-eyed, irritated glance. almost a betrayed glance. you watched with a pang of guilt as the downward angles of his frustrated eyebrows twitched into upset, upward slants. and no matter how strong this guy was or how intimidating he could be, he was still a sweet guy inside.

because before you could stop it, his lower lip began to tremble violently, and the skin of his chin tightened into a wrinkled texture.

“w-wait no, i didnt mean-!”

too late. he broke instantly, tears spilling past his eyes as he bawled like a big baby.

the distant hum of the ac and toji’s snores were the only sounds disrupting the silence in the quiet room. your eyes darted to the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:27AM, written in a big, red angular font that provided a faint glow in the dark. you were supposed to be sleeping, but you just couldn’t. the room was freezing, the blanket felt too crisp and stiff, and the only source of warmth was the radiating heat from toji’s dead weight.

your freezing body scooted closer to him in the king sized bed, giving his huge bicep a tiny nudge. and just like an automatic door, he spread his arm out to give you space beside him. his warmth enveloped you immediately.

a low, sleepy mumble slipped from his lips which sounded like an unfinished attempt of an affectionate word. “mmm..lou”

even as he was still lost in a haze of sleep, his body naturally craved the soft touch of your skin. it was almost like you were a human medicine; no matter how upset or stressed out he was, you were always the cure that he looked for.

with a groan that sounded more animalistic than human, he shifted his weight and draped his entire body over yours until it knocked out all the air in your lungs. you let out a pained wheeze as his warmth spread all over you faster than than a wildfire. and just like that, the coldness of the room was forgotten, but you had another problem to deal with.

“hhngg- get…off”, you managed to choke out as his weight made it hard for you to even take a breath. every deep, structural rumble he let out was a vibration you could feel more than hear. and it was painful, like actually really painful. it was a deep, ache that somehow stung at the same time. and despite how cute it was that he was using you as a pillow, the stinging sensation in your chest hurt so bad that you wanted to scream right then and there.

no matter how hard your small hands shoved at his broad shoulders, he would not budge.

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, TOJI!!”

he let out a choked, violent gasp when your yell hit him like a gunshot. “AHK-!”, the sheets rustled frantically when he scrambled to lift some of his weight off you. and for a moment, he flashed you a dangerous scowl with predatory, narrowed eyes that glowed in the dark. but his facial expression melted as quick as it appeared when he recognized the scent of your sweet vanilla shampoo.

“oh, shit. you alright?”, he blinked at you in the dark, his gaze roaming around your body to see if he hurt you in his deep slumber. he actually had; now your breasts ached. you crossed your arms over your chest, pressing your palms flat against your breasts as they still throbbed from the boulder like pressure on them.

“im fine”, you muttered as you turned to your side. a tiny, frustrated huff escaped you, and that made his chest ache in a way he didn’t know how to describe. a different ache from yours obviously. a part of you thought his concern was cute, another part of you convinced you that you were mad. and even though his concern wasn’t said directly from him, it was shown in the way he was still hovering over you, tracking the way your arms were protecting your own boobs. his confusion almost made you laugh.

you could see how his mind jumped to different conclusions by the furrow of his brows. did he accidentally bite on them while he slept? did he squeeze them unconsciously? fuck, was he really that obsessed?

wait a minute…

he then ran a massive, calloused hand down his face, his shoulders shaking with a silent, sleepy chuckle at how ridiculous the situation was.

“are you serious? i flattened your tits?”

the scent of sweet pastries and the bitter yet comforting coffee intoxicated your nostrils as you sat down in a busy cafe. you could hear the faint buzz of the coffee machines and the distant chatter of college students. even as you sat isolated in the far corner of the cafe, the environment around you made you feel like you belonged in the blur of this comforting chaos.

your eyes scanned the room as you took a sip of your coffee, not necessarily because you were waiting for someone, but because you wanted to take in the small, individual moments that created the white noise in your ear. sometimes you'd forget that everyone had a life of their own. one by one, you saw them living it in this cafe—a barista pouring ice in a cup which filled more than halfway, a man tucking a woman’s hair behind her ear, and the table beside them had a teenage couple on their first date. you let out a soft chuckle because now you started to feel a bit lonely.

as you let your eyes wander more, a guy leaning back on the wall made your gaze linger for a bit too long. navy blue hoodie and black faded jeans. NOT skinny jeans. his hand was in his hoodie pocket as the other was scrolling on his phone. you fixed your posture to get a better look at his face, clearing your throat as you tried to make it as subtle as you could.

you recognized those sharp eyes and his incredibly thick hair. who was that? your gaze stuck on his eyes a bit longer as you scrolled through your mental list of people. those eyes were too cold to not recognize.

wait..is that…MEGUMI?

a choked sound escaped your throat as the realization hit you. should you cry? scream? laugh? your hand fumbled to grab your phone laying on the table. but once you got it, you swiped up to do face id. clicked the messages app. then you blindly tapped on your most recent dms.

your fingers flew across the screen as you texted your best friend: "GOOD LORD, HE LOOKS SO GOOD TODAY.” you secretly took another glance at megumi, then sipped your coffee.

“who?”

who? you assumed your best friend was a bit sick from the way she was acting. she would usually reply with “WHO?”, “SEND ME A PIC”, “GIRL IT BETTER NOT BE THAT MEGUMI DUDE”. getting a who? felt like a slap to your face.

your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you debated on whether to match her energy or stay who you are. “MEGUMI. I LIKE RANDOMLY FOUND HIM”.

the chat bubbles popped up, disappeared, popped back up, then disappeared again.

goddamn, is this what you call mixed signals? you set your phone down and waited for a reply. the beat in your heart skipped a bit faster. you didnt know if it was because of the attitude your friend was giving or how fine megumi looked.

your phone finally buzzed — “??”

this was not how your best friend would act. you glanced back up at megumi, but now he was holding the collar of his hoodie over his nose. you noticed he had a faint blush.

noo.. dang it. who was he texting? and who was making him blush like that?

you typed back — “okay, WHAT is wrong with you? since when were you so dry and..ew..nonchalant?”

bubbles popped up, disappeared. — “jesus. FINE. thanks, and you too ig.”

huh? me too..? — “wdym?”

“you look good too."

"wait what?"

you glanced up at megumi to see him rubbing his temple.

"you're yelling at me saying i look good. now you're mad at me for being polite?"

oh shit.

your entire body went rigid when you saw the contact name. the contact name wasnt your best friend. it was his. you just straight up told megumi he was good looking. KILL ME NOW, you thought.

your screen lit up with another text — "now you're not gonna say thank you?"

when your eyes met megumi, he gave you a brief, indifferent shrug, and slid his phone into his pocket as he walked out the cafe door.

busted.

your roommate determines how well your college life goes. well, across the room, there sat megumi—slouched on his bed like he owned the place, his brows furrowed as he scrolled on his phone.

your eyes were fixated on him, taking in the detail of his oversized, black shirt that he’d worn three times this week. the sleeves reached down his elbow, but not long enough to cover the muscles twitching in his forearm with every movement of his hand. the fluffy blanket lay scrambled in between his legs, exposing his hello kitty pajama pants. thats cute. his dark hair was tousled, every piece poking out in different directions like he ran his hand through it multiple times. he just..sat there, unbothered and comfy. not that there was anything wrong with it, he just looked so good doing it.

"what?", he grumbled, turning his huge body away from you as he tucked the blanket higher.

"i didnt even do anything.", your brows furrowed as you tipped your head slightly.

he let out a deep exhale like he was almost disappointed. "youre staring. you want something, dont you?", he murmured, his voice a bit softer and tired. i mean it was 2 in the morning, you wouldnt blame him.

"does staring mean i want something?", you rolled your eyes, leaning back on your own pillows.

there was a momentary silence. then it was broken by a sigh.

wordlessly, he yanked his blanket off him and threw his legs lazily off the bed. the floor creaked quietly as he made his way towards your bed. "whatre you-", the words died on your tongue when he collapsed on top of you, his dead weight pinning you down like you were nothing more than a pillow. he acted as a huge blanket, providing the warmth you so desperately craved.

his muscular arms slithered around your waist and held tight like youd disappear if he let go. your nose was intoxicated with the clean scent of him when he nuzzled his face in your neck, taking in the scent of yours. after a deep inhale, he let out an exhale and a soft hum. "hey! what are you doing?", you grunted, trying to push him off you but he wouldnt budge.

"i thought you wanted to cuddle?", he muttered into your neck, his tongue darting out to get a taste. a strong, electric wave shivered down your spine when you felt the warmth of his tongue on your skin.

"nonono! what-!", you shrieked, squirming beneath him when he pressed tender kisses on your neck. "why are you kissing me!", you whined out, utterly confused, but not uncomfortable.

he groaned in response, the rigid muscles on his chest vibrating against yours. he didnt stop the unwanted affection. instead, he gave you more. his mouth trailed its way up your neck and to your jaw. your body leaned into his warmth, no matter how much you didnt want it to.

he let out a soft chuckle when he noticed you struggling beneath him. his arms finally loosened its grip on you, giving your lungs more space to expand. he propped himself up on his elbows and admired the sight of you pinned beneath him.

you enjoyed the affection. there was no way you didnt. but you hated the way a soft crimson color filled your cheeks, showing him exactly what he did to you. his dark pupils swallowed his irises when he noticed the slight change of color on you face. a slow, lazy grin spread across his face. “youre blus-".

BONKKK!

"fuck, you feel so good..", he groaned softly as he thrusted slow and deep inside you, he usually went rough, but he was extra careful this night to not wake anyone up.

gojo, who was your brother's enemy, snuck inside your room through your window. you told him you weren't available today, that your brother was already back from his trip. but he promised that he'd be quiet and behave.

reason was a lost cause; you had surrendered to the temptation long before he even reached the window.

now there he was, thrusting into you at 2 in the morning. he kept you pinned beneath him, his tip punching that sweet spot inside of you that only a cock his size could reach. no matter how much you squirmed or begged, he would continue teasing.

"toru, please-", you managed to choke out, tears started to well in your eyes. not from sadness, but from overwhelming pleasure..and a bit of frustration. even with a slow pace, it intensified the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you.

"please what, baby?", he murmured, thrusting deeper inside you til his hips grind against the bottom of your ass.

"hnghh..enough..please..", you whimpered pathetically. the sight of you helpless and wrecked beneath him made his cock twitch violently inside you, making you whimper louder once again.

his hand, which was in your shirt squeezing your breast, moved up to shove 2 fingers in your mouth. you bit down on them, making him hiss from the slight sting, but it was enough to keep you silent. "shh..you dont want to wake up your brother, do you?", he crooned with a smirk tugged on his lips.

the slow, steady thrusts started to become more sloppy as he reached dangerously close to climax. his jaw clenched tight, nearly cracking his teeth as he struggled to keep silent. "mmph..fuckfuck-", he cursed quietly through gritted teeth, his hips struggled to thrust his cock in fully as his vision blurred.

he was almost there..just a little...more-

WAAAPOWWWW!

the rhythmic creak of the mattress was shattered by the violent crack of the door hitting the wall, snapping gojo away from cloud 9. maybe you guys weren’t so silent after all. his hooded gaze was now wide open, full of panic and slight confusion. when he recognized the heavy footsteps of your brother, he yanked his cock out of you with the instinct of an african lungfish before disappearing into the thick blanket. you nearly let out a whine at the loss, but you quickly wiped the tears away from your cheeks and put that stoic mask on.

with gojo's huge body, he looked like a misplaced boulder under the sheets. but you just prayed that your brother wouldnt notice it. speaking of your brother, he stormed towards you, each footstep was heavy and sounded like a warning. when he finally reached the side of the bed, he shoved your phone screen mere inches away from your face.

"have you been texting gojo??", his voice a low growl, his eyes narrowed as he examined every detail of your face, searching for any signs of lying. blood drained from your face. inside, you wanted to cry on the spot and yank the phone away. the dirty text messages between you and gojo were right infront of your eyes, the last messages you'd want anyone to ever see. thank god, the contact name was 'white haired papi'. your body felt like you were being held at gunpoint, but you kept a firm poker face after mastering it through multiple fights with your brother.

your brows furrowed as you reread the messages, a nonchalant mask on your face even as your stomach twisted in a knots of pure, cringing regret. "no? there are multiple people with white hair.", you replied, your voice a bit raspy from the uncontrollable whimpers you let out earlier.

while your brother’s accusations roared in your ears, a calloused hand—warm and unmistakably gojo’s—slid beneath the elastic of your shorts with agonizing slowness. it was a silent dare, a reminder, he still owned the room.

cuddling was mandatory between you and toji; it was almost like a daily ritual you both did before bed. and tonight, as always, was no exception.

he was a heavy, warm presence draped over you, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist like youd disappear if he loosened his grip. with his chin resting on your sternum, he stared up at you through hooded eyes that were far more awake than you were.

“baby, please..? ill be gentle..”, toji begged softly, his voice a low, velvet rasp against your skin. his bottom lip slightly popped out in a pout as he searched your eyes with a heavy, hungry gaze. whenever you responded with a sleepy, dismissive hum, he let out a dramatic huff of frustration that vibrated against your chest.

“no.. stop, im tired.”, you murmured, your eyelids fluttering as you fought the heavy pull of your sleepiness. the dead weight of toji pressing into you sank you deep into the mattress, the pressure nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. you shifted beneath him, adjusting your pillow and your body as you sought a moment of relief. toji groaned as he sat back on his haunches to make it easier for you to get comfortable.

he yawned and stretched his arms as he waited. the small movement of the stretch brought his shirt up just a tiny bit for you to see the way his pajama pants laid low on his hips. and.. the dark trail that led down straight to his heat. suddenly, your eyes were blown wide, a contrast to the eyes you could barely keep open not even a minute ago.

fuck fuck fuck.

“what?”, toji blinked at you cluelessly. his arms slowly lowered as his gaze trailed yours, following the path of your eyes down his own body. finding nothing, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it up in one fluid motion. the cold air of the room hit the rigid muscles of his abs, so did your devouring gaze. then, his gaze snapped back to yours. a devastating, teasing smirk already tugged at the corner of his mouth as he caught the trail leading down his v-line,

“whats the matter? you find something interesting?”, his voice dropped to a low and husky rumble that seemed to captivate your ears. you frantically shook your head, a small, breathless “no..!” escaping your lips at his smug teasing. his hand that was hooked on the hem of his shirt was still held up to his shoulder length while the other slid down to rest against on the front of his hip. stoplookingstoplookingstoplooking.., you commanded yourself.

but you didnt. the pupils in your eyes were blown wide, a thin ring of color around it. “toji. dont.”, you warned as he hooked his thumb on the waistband of his pajama pants. then in an agonizingly slow pace, he tugged it lower and lower.

“why? you were the one staring anyway.”, every inch he tugged them lower felt like a pull on your very heartbeat, a tempting trail guiding your eyes like an illusion. you were caught in the rhythm of the heat, the tension, the slow rhythmic descent of the fabric until…oh no…just a bit lower…almost thereeee…

BAM!

before you could even stop it, your palm connected sharply with his cheek. the silence of the room was shattered by a strained, high pitched sound tearing from his throat the moment the slap landed. his hand wrenched away from his pants and flew up to the red mark on his pretty face. “hey!”, he groaned out, flashing you an irritated look.

“i told you i was tired..”, you grumbled as you leaned back into the pillows.

except, you werent really tired anymore..