I write and draw🧍🏻 Call me Venus or Milo✨

The walls were covered with various covers and features. I recognize every single one too.

Fall 2008 shot by Kento Nanami

Winter 2018 featuring Nobara Kugisaki, her tilted debut

Summer of this year, wait…I don’t recognize that face…? Who is..

“(Name)?” Your head shoots up as you make eye contact with that pink haired boy from a couple weeks ago. “Present..” You say as you stand up and walk beside him.

“Your resume is impressive!” He says as he tucks some papers sloppily before glancing over. “At least that’s what Geto said…” he shrugs. “Geto?” “That’s Mr.Gojo’s right hand man! Er well..his assistant…”

You nod before he takes an abrupt pause and faces you with a hand held out. “I’m Yuji Itadori! I’m currently here doing work study under Geto.” His smile beams bright as the summer sun. It hurts. And it’s kind of annoying how chipper he is this early in the morning.. “(Full Name) it’s a pleasure.” You nod your head back and shake his hand.

Yuji quickly turns back toward and hums. “So, I’m sure you’ve got plenty experience interviewing..If you get hired in,” he turns his head to you with a grin. “You’ll be working beside me and Geto.” He then leads you inside a room where immediately you feel your face pale.

“Mr.Gojo, Geto sir…” Yuji smiles and bows his head before exiting. “Welcome! I hope our trainee hasn’t scared you off yet.” Satoru laughs and walks over with causal swagger. “Coffee or water? You seem like a tea guy though..” he nods while rubbing his chin.

Your brows furrowed. “Is..that an interview question?” He snickers at you and shakes his head. “What do you want to drink? We’ve got a selection here.” Oh. “Water is fine.” You answered quickly as he walks you toward a sofa. He plops down and lazily waves his hand. “Geto, two waters.”

His assistant walks off which just leaves you alone with your idol now. Be calm. Don’t panic. “Are you here for the seasonal model position we have open?” He questions as he lets his shades slide down his nose. “Pardon? No, no I’m here applying as your second assistant.” That makes him take a pause as he pushed his frames up. “Really? You should consider modeling.” He says with a smile that’s more disarming than you’d like to admit.

Geto walks back in and hands you both your water before standing off to the side. Satoru clears his throat and stands up straight. “Uh right…I’ve gotta ask you a question right?” He murmurs to himself.

Are you kidding me? If you didn’t know his background, you would’ve assumed he was just another bumbling idiot from the city streets…

“I could pretty much just tell you a bit about myself.” You say as you sit up and watch as he mirrors your action. “Oh yeah? Go on.” He nods as he stares intently at you. “Well,” his proximity makes you shudder and buckle all over again. “I’m a recent graduate with my degree in journalism. I was editor in chief for my college’s newsletter.” He nods intently at everything you say.

Satoru cocks his head and suddenly he laughs. “Damn kid..do you have fun at all?” Your brows knit together and you feel your forehead crease. “Of course I do.” You begin to say. “I crochet on the weekend—

“PSSH— Satoru spits out his water and smiles at you. “I’ll hire you. You’re cute.” He shrugs and looks to Geto, who has his brow quirked up at his boss before he glances to you. “I’ll bring you to your cubicle.”

Geto sits you down and gives you an overview on the job. “And of course you’ll be editing my column that’s under the magazine.” Your eyes widen and your jaw drops slightly. “You want me to write?” He stifles a laugh and nods. “Yes. You’ll be writing. Not at the level I am but maybe we’ll work you up there.”

Shortly after he walks away which leaves you to your own devices when you notice Yuji pop up in front of your desk. He’s got that puppy dog look, like he’s about to pee on the floor and just smile at you. “You’re in! I knew you’d ace it.” He nods with a dimpled smile. He then takes a pause and pulls out his phone which his eyes flick over intently. You’re about to speak before he meets your eyes and grins. “You busy after work?”

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Now you find yourself standing outside of a speakeasy. The alleyway is dim and damp. You remembered Yuji’s words to you. “You have to knock in this pattern. It goes…uh..one two..one two..?”

Your hand hovers in front of the door before you close it into a fist and follow his directions. One two, one two? At first nothing happens and you’re about to leave when the door swings open. After showing your ID you walk down to the bar where you spot Yuji talking to someone with dark hair.

“Not bad.” That voice. I know that voice. “Still doesn’t mean I’m taking more recommendations.” When you stand beside them you blink and gape. “Megumi?” You questioned to which Yuji glanced over and smiled. “You two know each other!? Great! We can skip introductions and drink!”

Megumi furrows his brows at you and motioned you to come closer before he looks to Yuji. “On second thought, how about you go put a request on the jukebox?” Yuji nearly leaps out his seat and stumbles past a couple people as he bolted to the back. Yuji, your tail is wagging…

“Assuming you know Itadori, that means you got hired in?” Megumi says as he takes a sip from his drink. “Yeah I sent a text to Toji about that already. Did he need more proof?” You ask while taking a seat beside him. He takes a pause, hesitating before nodding and swallowing his drink harshly. “Pretty much.”

Yuji wraps his arms around you and Megumi’s necks and jostles you both. “Let’s toast!” A scoff slips past Megumi’s downturned lips. “To what?” “(Name) got the job!”

They both turn to you and you shrug. “It’s not..a big deal.” Yuji shakes his head quickly and raised his hand. “It’s a huge deal!” He waves the bartender over. “Order what you like, it’s on me brothers!”

One. Two. Three? Shit. I lost count of how much I’ve had already. Oh well. It’s not like the other two care..in fact I think they’re just about as plastered as I am.

Yuji’s giggling at what little Megumi has to say. And for some reason it seems like alcohol only makes him more reclusive than usual. You push your seat out and sloppily grip it to steady yourself. “I..” you swallow a belch and sigh. “I think I’m gonna head home.”

They both look to you and Yuji offers a lopsided grin as he waves. “Thanks for coming out with us! Have a good night!” Megumi simply nods at you and the two return to talking.

Now you find yourself wandering aimlessly through the city streets under the glow of the moon, stars, and city lights. Your eyes catch the glimmer of the stars and for a moment you’ve taken pause. “Pretty..” you breathe out, watching as your breath catches in the cold air.

“Careful.” A voice rings out from behind you. Before you can react, there’s a hand on your side and another hand grasping your arm gently. Your eyes flick up to meet Satoru’s.

What’s he doing out here so late? And why’s he on the pavement? Don’t high class citizens like him get chauffeured everywhere? “I am careful.” Your retort leaves the tip of your tongue as soon as it hit your mind. His lips twitch at your words and he feels you pull away. His grip relents and he pockets his hands.

“Hm.” He hums and cocks his head at you. Under the light above, you can really feel how tall he is. He looks to be standing at least over six feet. Then the back of his hand grazes your cheek and then forehead. “Your face is flushed and warm..” his brows furrow before unfolding. “Ah..that kid. Yuji invited you out for drinks?”

Your lips purse together like you sucked on something sour as your brows knit together. “So what if I was drinking?” You say before meeting his soft stare. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be at a penthouse cuddling with wads of cash?”

His lips twitch again at your words. “Can’t I enjoy the stars too?” He muttered before glancing up. Time seems to slow as you catch the sight of the stars in his eyes. The moment feels intimate and oddly warm despite the chilly air. You don’t notice how hard you’re staring until he casts his gaze back to you. “It’s freezing.”

“Oh.” Your lips part and you’re about to shrug him off but then he begins unwrapping the scarf around his neck. “That’s not really necessary-

He seems to do this with precision, as if he’s done this a million times to a million people. He raises his arm and he methodically folds the warm, woolly fabric around your neck and shoulders. “I still don’t know why someone as attractive as you wants to get intro writing.” He says. “You’d be a much better model.” He tucks away the last bit of fabric, his eyes flicking over his handiwork before his eyes land on your stare. “You wear that much better than I ever could.”

You want to argue. Tell him he’s delusional. And yet, it’s as if your mouth is frozen. There’s a steady silence that doesn’t stretch long before he clears his throat. “I’ll call a cab for you.” He says as he pulls out his phone and begins tapping away. “What’s your address?”

Arrogant. Fushiguro said that this man was an arrogant bastard. “I really don’t mind walking home..it’s not far.” You cringe internally as the words leave your mouth. It was a weak response to his kindness.

“Don’t be stupid..if it’s not far I can walk with you the rest of the way.” He nods and motions you to come closer. Without even thinking, your mouth moves faster than your brain. “No!” You say before sprinting off and around a corner.

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Things at work didn’t seem tense despite your less than warm response the other night. It was nice if not a little unnerving. When checking your mail later in the week you found a sleet grey envelope in the middle of the pile. Weird. Oh god I hope it’s not a city debt collector. Surely this is a…mixup?

Across the envelope is your name, slowly you peel it open and take out a card. It has a nice floral design of strewn flowers that are various shades of blue. And in blue ink is written:

(Name), I wanted to apologize for the other night. Geto says I can be a bit much and I’m sure you felt it too. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so take this as an apology. Get yourself something nice. -Satoru Gojo

Behind the cardstock was a gift card with a large balance. Who sends letters nowadays? Isn’t that old fashioned? If he wanted to apologize he could’ve done so in person. And yet I feel this pit in my stomach, is it guilt or shame? My cheeks warm and I set the card down shortly after to collect my thoughts.

Good thing it was one of my days off. And then I remember seeing an advertisement for a local art museum. Maybe distracting myself with a Picasso or Van Gogh will help?

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My eyes lazily follow along the canvas of each painting I walk by and yet my mind is still consumed by my reality. I’m working as a set of eyes for my first boss, Fushiguro to spy on my second boss, Gojo. A sigh slips past my lips without me meaning to when I hear a deep rumble beside me. “Shorty?” Oh great…they said if you speak about the devil that’d he’d appear, no one said anything about thinking about him.

I turn behind me to see Fushiguro with a smile that seems more than satisfied. “What?” I say before folding my arms. His lips twitch upward at my word before he walks over. “Nothing…” he says, “seeing you made me forget this was an art museum.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” I can feel my eyes rolling before I can think about doing it. Now he and I are leaning on the same fence before he looks to me. “I’ve got a question for you. Forgot to ask over text.”

I raise a brow at him and he clears his throat. “Do you know who a uh…” he looks down for a moment and stares at his phone. “Yuji Itadori is?” He’s asking about Yuji? I can’t see how that’s relevant since he’s just there job shadowing.

“Well, yeah? He works at Six Eyes. Why?” I questioned while my brows knit. Fushiguro’s forehead creases as he nods. “I see. Don’t worry about it..”

There’s a stretched silence between us before he shrugs and pushes himself off. “Walk with me.” He says before walking off. He doesn’t even look back to see if I’m following. While it would be funny to just walk a separate direction and let him figure out I didn’t follow…I’m curious.

For a while, he and I walk together in silence. Sometimes he stops and stares at a painting or statue. And I stare at him, watching for a reaction. If he likes it, he nods. If he doesn’t, the space between his brows creases slightly.

At the moment, he’s just gazing at this painting. It’s a fairly simple landscape. Hues of blues, pinks, and yellows. Stepping closer you can see each swipe of paint and the intent behind the strokes. It’s pretty. “I kept the frame up.” “What?”

We both stare at each other, my eyes more open than usual as he’s just watching me with a smile on his lips. “You were right. It’s a good photo.” I nod and look back to the painting. “I’m glad you listened to me.” I say before casting a glance to him.

He nods before matching my glance. “Let’s go grab a souvenir.” I follow him down to their shop tucked away on the first floor. Most of it is just cheap gaudy crap. Kinda kitschy too.

“You think Megumi would like any of this?” He asks as he casts a glance over a table of key charms. “You’re buying a gift for Megumi?” I hum, my pitch higher than intended. “Why?”

His eyes flick up for a moment. “His birthday is coming up. Figured I should at least try to be a decent dad.” I try to stop my jaw from dropping but it’s too late. Fushiguro’s already grinning from ear to ear at my reaction.

“That…explains a lot.” I say, slowly trailing off. He then dangles up a keychain in front of you, it’s a dog in an abstract style. Not my style but Megumi did mention he has a pair of dogs once. “You don’t like it.” He says pointedly.

“What? That doesn’t matter. It’s for Megumi.” I say before scoffing. “How could you tell?” “You have a tell. That’s for me to know and you to find out…” he laughs before leaving to the register. Does that mean he caught me staring before? Oh well.

We eventually leave the museum together and I can’t help but notice every time he brushes against me. He doesn’t acknowledge the touch or even lingers long. Now in the front, I feel it’s time to say my goodbye. “I think he’ll appreciate the gift.” I say as I nod to him. He nods back and clears his throat. “I’m sure he will..” he says before his eyes flick away for a moment. “I’m gonna head home.” I say.

He nods, his eyes staring at me as I take a step away and wave. I don’t bother looking back as I head home and slump on the sofa once I reach it.

The next day, when I come into work it seemed like everyone is more alert. Gojo’s office looks packed, the only person that I spot for sure is Yuji, with that bright hair. Still, I make my way back to my cubicle and slide into my desk. There’s a magazine on it, the latest cover, Geto had me edit his column, I even added my own commentary and it actually made the cut! Of course Geto was still credited entirely for it but that didn’t matter. My writing was worth putting in, right?

“You did good.” I hear Geto say behind me. I spin my chair around to face him. “Thank you.” I nod modestly before my eyes travel back to the office space behind him. “Satoru, actually wanted to speak with you.” He says.

I stand up and walk toward the back. My heart pumping in my ears, my palms clam up and I barely swing the door open. I step inside and that’s when I see what the commotion was about. There’s a woman, tall, long braided strands of pearly white hair and her figure…she definitely worked hard. But that didn’t matter!

I was in here because surely, Gojo was going to offer me a column beside Geto. Right? Why else would he call me in here? My lips curve upward as I approach them. The woman casts a glance my way and I noticed her red lips.

“Ah, you’re here! I wanted you to meet, Mei Mei.” Satoru says, grinning ear to ear as he motions to the tall woman beside me. “She was on our most recent cover as a stand in but she’s got great potential, right!?”

The woman, Mei Mei, turns to me and parts her red lips. “Don’t mind me. He exaggerates. Right, Satoru?” Her voice sounded like it was wrapped with velvet. She then holds out her hand.

I take her hand, it’s soft, like a warm pillow. Up close, I catch a whiff of her perfume, I can’t pinpoint any particular notes. All I know is that it’s expensive as hell. I glance back to Satoru and clear my throat.

“Geto said you wanted me in here..you had something to say?” I asked. He nods. “Yes, I wanted you to meet our newest model. I figured you should get acquainted with everyone who’s in and out of the magazine.”

The next words he says, I’ve completely blocked out. I wasn’t being promoted. I wasn’t getting my own column. When I finally tune back in, he and Mei Mei have begun laughing at something I didn’t catch. She touches his arm, his eyes crinkle, and my brows furrow.

I take a step back and walk back to my cubicle, unnoticed. Without even realizing it, I was slumped back at my desk. “What’s wrong?” I hear Yuji ask as his eyes peek over the cubicle.

I sigh and meet his gaze. “Mei Mei the new model Satoru hired…” I say. “We hate her! Right? Who is she anyway?” Yuji asks, his lips curved up in a contagious dimpled smile.

A laugh slips past my lips and I shake my head. “She’s basically the perfect model.” He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. “Don’t let it get you down.” He says. “You’re a great writer!” My eyes flick up, I struggled to smile but manage a half assed one. “Thanks.”

As I’m about to leave, I pull out the grey envelope. I notice that Satoru is alone in his office, so I take the chance to step inside. “Gojo…” I say as I enter. His eyes flick up and his lips twitch up.

“(Name).” He nods his head. I walk to his desk and put the envelope down. “I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”

His brows knit, he takes the envelope and does a once over before holding it out to me. “I insist, my actions from before were…callous.”

My eyes are trained on the envelope before I catch his eyes. “I know your intentions weren’t malicious.” I say pushing the envelope back toward him. “I appreciated the apology alone, you didn’t have to sweeten the deal.”

His lips part, and for a moment neither of us speak. Then, “You deserve nice things. I noticed you returned the scarf too. Why can’t you take yourself out and treat yourself?” He says.

Now my jaw is the one that’s stuck. I take a second before finally replying. “Because I—

Suddenly, Yuji busts inside, chest heaving and eyes slightly wet. “Sorry Mr.Gojo, but I have to leave early!” He breathes out before bolting out. Satoru and I exchange looks before I join Yuji and sprint in his direction.

Damn, that kid is fast. I barely manage to catch up to see him clutching his phone close. I’m about to approach him, but I hear a voice and stop dead in my tracks.

“We can’t keep doing this.” I hear Megumi say. “…I know. I know we can’t.” Yuji replies. I keep my head low and try to inch closer. “I like you, Itadori. A lot.” Megumi admits quietly.

My eyes widened, I’m sure they were practically bulging out my head. I can’t stop my jaw from going slack as I watch the conversation unfold. “If my dad found out..he’d..he’d..” Megumi hesitates before Yuji grabs his hands. “I’m not scared, Fushiguro.”

The two stare at each other in silence. Then Megumi slumps into Yuji’s embrace. At this point I’ve realized that I’ve seen more than enough. I try to adjust myself to stand when I stumble back and knock over a loose can. The noise rings out and the two snap their heads toward me.

The sound of your alarm disrupts your sleep and your hand clasps around your phone. After stopping the alarm, you sit up and pull away your covers to start your daily ritual. It’s fairly simple, wake up, get dressed, brush your teeth, and eat breakfast. Unfortunately for you though, today was your interview for an assistant position at one of the biggest companies in your city. That thought didn’t help your already nervous system and you’d tossed and turned more than usual.

After sloppily strewing your clothes on and attempting to look presentable, you brush your teeth while waiting for your toaster. Suddenly the smell of burnt toast veils past your nostrils before you begin springing outside your bathroom toward the small kitchen. After playing hot potato with the burnt toast, you salvage whatever breakfast you can and begin running out toward the subway station.

The sound of various shoes clack and stomp around you as your feet take you down the steps and toward the subway. Just as you’re about to enter the doors, a tall broad individual cuts ahead of you and shoves past other people. There’s a pause, no one says anything around you, so you take it upon yourself to speak up. “Excuse me! You just cut in front of me and half of these people! What makes you so special!?” The person takes a glance back at you, his deep green eyes taking in your figure before he smirks. “Shut it, shorty.” He chuckles and walks further into the cart.

Your mouth gapes, your ears burn and tingle, your heart does that thing when..oh you know the feeling. “I’d rather be short than a jerk!” You quickly retorted as you were shoved further inside the car beside the male. Now shoulder to shoulder, he glanced down to you, his shaggy black bangs barely concealing his green eyes as he scoffed. “Short and wide?” His scarred lips turned up into a smirk as the words slipped out. “Whatever.” You huff out as you turn your head away.

When you reach your stop, you slip out beside several others, including the rude man from before. He quips as he walks beside you. “Following me shorty?” Your feet kick themselves ahead of him as you roll your eyes. “Like I said before. What makes you so special?” Ahead of you was a monument of a building. You head inside and watch as the man walks by after nodding his head to the receptionist and walking inside the elevator alone.

After checking inside, you head up into the elevator and enter into a room with a couple other people sitting around. You take a seat, picking up a magazine, there’s a man on the cover, clad in skimpy lingerie. Your hands drop the magazine to your lap as your eyes drift to the various framed covers of various models in exotic underwear. Then you hear your name being called, you rise and follow the male who called your name. He was slightly taller than you, he also had a familiar set of green eyes that looked somewhat bored, and that black hair…

“Don’t be shy when you get in there, hand him your resume, make eye contact, smile but not too much…” he then sighs, checking his watch before glancing back up. “You know the drill.” He ushers you in and you stare at the man’s back facing you. He’s tall, broad, well put together and you can’t help but notice the way his black button up stretched across his back muscles.

Then, he turns around and faces you, when he does it takes all your self control to not let your jaw go slack. “Go ahead and have a seat…” his green eyes meet yours before he smirks. “Oh..it’s you, shorty.” A deep chuckle slips past his closed lips as stands tall and motioned for you to sit. Instead you step closer and place your resume down on his desk and step one foot back.

“I have a name..” You speak before your eyes avert toward the paper you’d just slipped over. He doesn’t break eye contact, instead folding his arms and slightly cocking his head at you. “So do I. Although I remember you asking before what made me so special. You can see that now…right?”

In a similar manner to before, your body warms up, specifically in the tips of your ears, and your stomach twists in knots and you feel like you’re about to... “It’s not like you make many public appearances.” You managed to say without stumbling over each word. He nods and his smirk softened into a smile. “Ah…you did your homework.”

“Of course.” You replied as your lips were slightly downturned. “But..” he soon spoke and glanced to your resume. “What are you doing here?” His eyes flick up and he quirked a brow at you. Your throat clears and you speak up. “I’d do a good job as your assistant. At least I’d think so.” You nodded before meeting his eyes.

He rubs his chin, brows knit together as a deep sigh slips past his lips. “Well..the last two scrawny runts didn’t work out…” he muttered before unfolding his arms. “I gotta ask though…lingerie?” He chuckles and turns his gaze back to you. You squirm under his stare, shifting slightly as you feel your body slowly warm up. “I’m flexible like that…you know?”

That manages to make him laugh, which for some reason makes you tense. “Flexible huh…?” He takes a pause, licking his lips subtly before breathing out. “I’ll put that to the test.” You sigh inwardly, trying to hold back a groan…of course someone who owns a company like this can’t have a clean mind and sense of humor. He walks around his desk, towering over you before holding a large hand out. “Fushiguro, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

Your hand takes his and only then do you realize how his envelops yours, his hands are soft, nails trimmed and manicured. Sniffing him up close you catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s subtle, musky, leathery, a hint of patchouli and…cherry? The thought is cut short when you realize you’d forgotten to apply much besides deodorant this morning. He retracts his hand and walks you outside toward an empty desk, beside it is the boy from before. “Megumi, show him around would ya?”

Megumi nods before standing up, watching Fushiguro leave and turning to you. “He hasn’t scared you off yet?” You shake your head. “I need this job..so unfortunately not.” He nods again before walking you through the office, essentially giving you a tour around before leading you back to the empty desk. “Although the position sounds like you’ll be his assistant, you’ll technically be assisting me. Taking calls, grabbing coffee, those things..” he droned on before checking his watch and glancing back up to you. “Don’t leave the desk for any reason, if you need to use the bathroom or go on a fifteen, I relieve you and vise versa.”

“Got it..man the desk at all times.” You take a seat and begin setting up your desk when you feel a presence behind you. Great…How long will he do that for? “Shorty.” He spoke, his lips ghosting over your ear. Your head turns to gaze at him with furrowed brows. “Grab your coat.” He murmured before standing up straight and walking off.

After following him toward the elevator he looks down to you. “Relax, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Let’s consider this your initiation ritual.” He hums as he fixed his suit and tie. “You sure you don’t mean humiliation ritual?” You quipped back. To which he chuckled and shrugged. “You’ll see…”

Now in a room with lights, cameras, props and set pieces it’s obvious why he brought you here. You were to sit in on a shoot. He folds his arms and spoke. “We have too many models today..we only need five and we have ten. What do you propose we do about that, shorty?” Your brows knit together as you gazed up at him. He’s testing me…does he want me to be cutthroat about this? “…Send five home.” You answered. He clears his throat, his lips curving up to a smirk. “We fire five today.”

One by one, someone walks the catwalk in front of you both, and each time, he glances to you, watching with a shit eating grin. “What did they do wrong?” He’d ask; “See anything I missed?” A grueling test of your observational skills as you sent these models home, each time you sent one, he’d nitpick them, including your observations of each one. Of course he’d add his own spin on your words, making them sound like snarky comments rather than criticism. Some would leave in tears.

“Was that really necessary?” You questioned with a frown tugging your lips down. “They’ll make it somewhere else, not here though.” He stated as he then brought you on the way back to the office.

Suddenly, Fushiguro’s footsteps come to a halt and so do yours. You glance up to see his brows knit together, his eyes boring ahead of you. Turning your head to where he’s currently staring, you see a familiar pair of slicked back white hair and bright blue eyes. Satoru Gojo, editor in chief for the largest fashion magazine. He’s an icon, an idol, an…

“Arrogant bastard…” Fushiguro grumbled beside you as he grabbed your arm and stashed you behind his large frame. “Wha-

“Ah, Toji!” Satoru’s voice rang out as he walked right in front of Toji. Beside Satoru were a couple others, one you recognized and the other two were unfamiliar. A young woman, her name was Nobara Kugisaki, one of Gojo’s models. She was originally apart of an apprentice program that led her to his agency and he fostered her talent.

As for the other two, both men, one young and the other had to be around Satoru’s age. The young man had pastel pink hair that stuck out like a sore thumb, a bright smile and adorned dimples. The other male, his slick back man bun didn’t have a hair out of place, and he seemed to be Satoru’s assistant.

Toji clears his throat, his fingers curling in and out, making a fist. “Gojo.” He nods stiffly as his eyes meet Satoru’s. “I just saw your latest cover for your lace collection! What do you feed your models to make them so thin?” He chuckles, placing his hands in his slack pockets and grinning. Toji’s brow twitched before he parted his lips. “I was just wondering the same thing about your models..I mean..where do you find those guys? Make a wish? Or…?”

That makes the two younger individuals scoff before the man beside Satoru grabs his shoulder. “Satoru, we’d best get going or we’ll be late.” He smiled small and nodded. Satoru shrugs and walks past before humming. “Good seeing you!”

A huff slips past Toji’s nostrils, his grip on your arm tighter than when he’d initially forced you behind him. “…” His grip suddenly loosens when you tug backward. “Shit.” He mutters as he pulls away quickly.

Your brows furrow as you ask your question. “I take it you’re not fond of Gojo.” His eyes flick away from yours before he rolls them. “No shit…” he slides one hand over his entire face and drags it down with a groan. “Only got to where he is now because of his family’s money…fucking nepo.”

He then sighs and faces you fully. “…I’m fine.” You cock your head at him and stifle a chuckle. “I believe you…” you nodded before he suddenly began to lean down toward you. His eyes flick down your face and he’s so close you can feel his warm breath fanning over your nose. And his cologne, it was invading your senses again. “Uh?” His emerald eyes are glued to yours as he speaks.

“Shorty…” he whispers over your face. “Yes?” You mumbled, your voice cracks, making your face flush. “Is that a pimple on your forehead?” He snickers before leaning back. “You are such a dick!” You spat out before turning on your heel and stomping off toward the office.

Toji’s eyes linger on your retreating form, despite his usual sharp gaze, it softened slightly. His lips, which were currently curved up into a smirk suddenly drop and he’s clears his throat before walking after you.

A couple months had flown by, working beside Megumi and beneath Toji. And yet, you’d still hadn’t even wrote a single piece. Everyday felt like torture and Toji wasn’t exactly easy on you. In fact, it seemed like you had a target on your back. And Megumi…well he always seemed indifferent to a lot of things.

Today though was different, he was on his phone more often and smiling. Albeit, it wasn’t a large smile, but a smile nonetheless. And when someone as indifferent as him is smiling, it can only mean one thing. “So…” You nudge him with your elbow lightly. “Who is it?” You ask with a grin.

Both his face and phone drop when he hears your words. “What?” He muttered. “Who are you talking to? It’s obviously someone special…” His eyes flick away as his throat clears and he fixes his tie. “I’m not talking to anyone, don’t be nosy.” He retorts quickly after. “The company is doing great. Can’t I be happy for that?”

A scoff slips past your lips. “The company is always doing great and even when I heard you got that raise, you didn’t smile like this.” His brows knit together and he parts his lips before sighing. “I’m talking to someone. Happy?” He relents before adding. “Don’t make this a big deal.”

Your hands clasp together as you laugh quietly. “This is exciting though! Who is it? Do I know them?” You questioned while stepping closer. He takes a step back as you take one forward. “No.” He answered simply before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.

“No? To what exactly? You didn’t answer my question!” Megumi sips quietly and nods his head. “I think I just heard Fushiguro, calling you.” He mutters. “Don’t try to dodge the question!” As you take another step forward you hear Toji.

“Shorty.” His voice rings out from his office. “Shorty.” He droned again before another pause. “Did you forget my coffee?”

“Shit.” You mumbled before stumbling toward the coffee machines and brewing a cup. Your fingers sloppily hit the buttons as you try to pull out a single cup and instead pull out three. You cap the lid and jog to his office. Before you enter, his voice rings out from outside the doors.

“I don’t care how long it takes, just get it done. That’s what I hired you for isn’t it?” A moment passes before he slams his phone down. Your fist knocks gently on the door. “…come in.”

You step inside, his back is facing you and he lets out a quiet sigh. After placing his coffee down you notice a picture frame. When you pick it up, he glances over and furrows his brows. “Don’t…” he mutters but trails off.

Inside the frame is a family, Fushiguro, a woman and a child in the woman’s arms. “Oh your wife looks so beautiful.” You smiled and glanced up to see his averted gaze. “Yeah. She looked beautiful.” “Is she gone?” You questioned as softly as you could.

His eyes meet yours and for a moment, sharp, guarded, before slowly relaxing. “Yes.” He whispered before turning his back to you once again. “You should keep it upright. It’s a great photo.” He slowly turns to face you, watching as you place the frame upward. And again, your eyes meet but this time the contact doesn’t break. A silence spreads between you before his lips curve up into a smile and then a wicked grin.

Your brows furrow before you speak. “What? Is there another pimple?” “Shorty, you’re perfect. You know that?” He chuckled before standing up. He walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. “How’d you like to put that degree to work?”

One night stands usually end and there’s little feeling between them. Unusually enough only one person makes that feeling appear. Only he makes you feel something. “C’mere…” He groggily spoke out to you, and each time you did as he asked. “Mm…” he hummed deeply. “Good boy…” It made your heart beat in your ears, cheeks flushed and speech incoherent.

It was a quick motion as he slowly wrapped his muscular arms around you and stashed you in between his chest.

“Toji…” you spoke up before he shushed you. “What have I said about using my first name?” He muttered. There was a brief pause as you could feel his chest rise and fall against your back. “…Sorry…Fushiguro…”

Although you couldn’t see it, you could practically feel his smirk as he spoke. “Yes?” He breathes against your ear, it causes you to shudder before you swallow and speak up. “When are you leaving?” Your question makes him slowly pause and he lets out a deep sigh. “Why?” He grumbled.

Now your heart is pounding at what feels like full volume as you prepare to speak again. “…just asking…” you mumbled as casually as you could muster. Immediately a scoff slips past his scarred lips. “No. It’s never just asking with you…spit it out. What do you want…?” Toji shifts over you and grabs your face, turning you to eye level with him.

“Can we spend the weekend together? Please?” You meekly spit out before he lets go of you and sighs. His hand falls over his face, dragging along his features before he rubs his temple. “The weekend? You’re pushing it…you know I only like keeping it to a couple hours, babe…so what’s changed?”

As you part your lips to answer, it quickly dies in your throat. His head slowly tilts at you before his lips curve into a wolfish smile. “Aw…don’t tell me…” he rubs his chin and chuckles. “You want more than just one night stands?” His implications are clear, and what he’s really asking is if your feelings have changed.

Your eyes flick away before you speak up. “Yes.” Toji leans his head down on top of yours as he groans softly and grumbles. “Fine. You get me for the weekend but you’re paying for everything…” His answer makes your lips quiver up into a smile.

Shortly after, your eyes trailed over to the picture frame that was put face down on his dresser. “Why’s the frame always face down?” You questioned before he dug his fingers into your waist and flipped you to face him before he quickly smothered you into a kiss. The protest dies inside of you as he slides his tongue inside and caresses yours. “What I should be asking…” he muttered between kisses. “Why haven’t you got that face down, and ass up, baby boy…?”

Within seconds he’s already shoved your face down into the pillows and arched your back with his other hand. “No more questions…just…stay like that.” He muttered behind your ears.

The next morning, you dragged Toji to a local restaurant for breakfast. After being seated and looking over the menu, you put it down and gaze over to Toji across from you. His brows are furrowed slightly, his lips in a tight line that almost looks like a pout, and his eyes slowly flicking over the menu. “It’s funny to me that you can completely destroy my insides and still come eat with me after…” Toji’s eyes flick up to meet yours before he half smiles. “I’ve gotta eat too…it’s a fifty-fifty exchange…”

You scoff immediately and frown. “No it’s not…I’ve gotta do all the prep work while all you do is plow through. You enjoy the fruits of my labor.” Toji quirks his brow up. “I don’t recall hearing you complain…? In fact I heard a lot of moaning and less bitching…” he smirks. A cough slips past your lips as your cheeks burn at his comment. “Shut up…” you mumbled.

After eating, you both stroll down the strip, walking into the various stores. A man around Toji’s height runs into you both. “Friend of yours?” He asks as he glances in your direction. Toji waves him off dismissively. “Nothing like that…just an acquaintance.” They then begin to move away from you and start murmuring to each other, not even batting an eye to you. It makes your heart stammer and your eyes sting slightly.

Sure, it was a part of the agreement you made. Sinner in secret, to save all the hassle and yet it only created more internally. It was kind of obvious by the way Toji held himself and his physique that his work wasn’t easy. He was always avoidant when it was brought up, and something you noticed was he doubled back on his answers quite a bit. Eventually the man left and Toji walked to your side again, you slowly tried to intertwine your fingers together before he glanced down and raised one of his brows up.

“Hand holding? Really? We’re too grown for that…” he scoffs under his breath as he moves ahead of you. Your feet somehow manage to trudge forward as you stumbled forward awkwardly and join his side, keeping a noticeable gap between you both. “So who was that guy?” You mumbled from beside him.

“Just someone I work with.” He answered curtly as he kept walking. Following beside him and trying to keep pace with him, you turn to look over to see his face is scrunched up subtly. “Is…everything okay?” You ask before he stops and grabs you. “Get down.” He muttered as he pulled you into a nearby shop and ushered you toward the back.

A small bookstore was where you found yourselves and coincidentally he dragged you to the back where the selection of romance novels were. Ironic. His calloused hand was still clasped over your mouth as you tried to speak but it came out muffled. “What?” He furrowed his brows as he removed his hand. You breathe out into a huff.

“What was that for?” Immediately his eyes flick around as he avoids your narrowed eyes and points. “You should do more reading…” he grabs a random book and flips through the pages of an erotic novel series. His eyes widen, he parts his lips before closing it and putting it down where it didn’t belong. “People actually enjoy this crap?” He gruffly muttered under his breath before the entrance door slammed open and two men entered.

Toji slowly stands up straight and whispers. “I need you to hide.” Your eyebrows knit together as you open your mouth to argue. He faces you with an expression that only reads as serious. “Okay…” you weakly hum as you look around for somewhere to hide yourself. Screams can be heard, presumably the shop owners that eyed you suspiciously when you initially entered.

Curiosity gets the better of you as you peek your head out and peer from behind a small table in the corner. One of the men has the shop owners held at gunpoint, holding them hostage as he threatens to shoot. Your legs feel shaky and your knees feel like they’re about to buck as you watch in horror. Suddenly, something fast zips by and slits the man’s throat as he collapses. You scramble to your feet to try and make a run for it when the other man grabs you by your collar and pulls you against him, pushing the barrel of his gun to your head. “Not a fucking word…” he whispered in your ear as he drags you toward the front.

You feel your heart pounding at a million miles a minute while trembling. The man sneers as he looks around. “I know you’re in here! Come on out or the boy dies!” There was little time to ponder what he was saying and how it related to you as suddenly the man screamed in pain and gurgled his blood. He died in the same manner as the other man. You fell back against him and stumbled backward before kicking yourself back and screaming in horror as his blood was painted on you.

“T-Toji!?” You call out before footsteps can be heard behind you. In an instant you feel your body being picked up as if you were light as a feather. One minute you’re in the shop, next you’re far off and waking back to his apartment. The two of you walked in silence as you trembled beside him, his shirt stained a shade of dried blood.

He clicks his tongue with a huff. “I thought I told ya to hide…” There was a beat of silence before you spoke up. “Did you kill them?” Another wave of silence passes. “…I had no choice.” He muttered lowly before he faced you. “Besides…my baby boy was in danger.” A shit eating grin was plastered across his face as he said it.

A scoff slips past your lips. “Yeah right…you don’t give a shit about me.” His expression slowly drops to a scowl. “Wanna show me you care? Tell me more about yourself. Stop treating me like just some casual fuck.” His eyes flick away in a makeshift eye roll before he groans and rubs his temples.

“Get inside. Now.” He grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

Within seconds he’s got you on the bed in his dingy apartment. “Fine. Not like I owe you anything…” You eye him as he saunters to the dresser beside his bed, he picks up the picture frame that’s always face down. “…” he turns to face you before handing it to you and gazing away.

Flipping the frame over, its glass is cracked but you can still make out the picture.

Immediately you recognize Toji in the frame, albeit he looks younger, happier. The other two people were unfamiliar, a woman and a child. It didn’t take long for you to put the pieces together. “You…had a family.”

As you glance up, Toji’s staring back, his eyes seemed to be staring past you.

“Had.” He hums. “She’s gone…as for my son…” shrugging nonchalantly he glances away again. “How does this relate to you killing people? And why were you so fast?” You question as you stand up and put the frame down. He chortles initially at your question. “You wouldn’t believe me…”

Your arms cross as you step closer and tap your foot. “Not if you don’t explain yourself, I won’t.” A brief pause between you and Toji is shared before he nods. “Fine. I’ll keep it short.” Over the next couple minutes he begins to explain the world of cursed spirits, sorcerers, clans and how he fit into it all.

“What?” His lips turn up into a half smirk. “You look lost…” he drawled with a coo.

“I just feel bad for you.” You mumbled. His half smirk drops to a full frown as his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t need your pity.” “It’s not pity. You’ve been through a lot…but do you really think running away, gambling your earnings, risking your life and fucking around is a way to live?” Suddenly his hand is around your throat, his fingers squeezing enough to cut off your voice. “Shut up. Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life? As if I don’t already know that…”

Your eyes sting, and there’s a slight burn around your throat but you still managed to bring your hands around his wrists. “I’m…sorry…” you breathed out. His furrowed brows slowly unknit as he eases his grip and a scoff slips past his scarred lips. “I know you are. Anyway, I’m sure you wanna run off now and get as far away from me as possible hm?” He hummed as he slightly cocked his head, his deep olive green eyes boring into you.

You bring his hands down to his side and whisper. “I don’t care about your past…or your present for that matter. I want you. I want to run away with you and just…forget everything. Do you know that?” His eyes flick over your face, narrowed slightly before he sighs and closes his eyes. “…you don’t know what you’re agreeing to. Just—

You all live in a small apartment, scrounging all of your earnings each month to pay for necessities

Leon works as a police dispatcher, he does school on the side hoping to eventually shift careers

Luis works as a pharmacist at a nearby clinic, he’s happy with his work but ultimately wants more out of his career

You work as an online content creator, the income is less consistent than the other two’s jobs, however they still encourage and support you through it

Leon is typically the last to arrive at the apartment, working around eight to twelve hour shifts

Luis’s schedule is always a consistent eight hours a day so he comes home at a reasonable time

Which leaves you alone at the apartment until either one of your boyfriends comes home

If Leon comes home first, he’s usually too tired to talk so he’ll sit beside you and eventually fall asleep on your shoulder

Luis will come back and typically complain that there’s no room on the couch for him to sit between you

If Luis is home first, he skips talking about his day and prefers to shower you in some sort of affection

Whether it’s buying you that wine you like, cooking you dinner, or even cuddles and kisses to your favorite show/movie

When Leon comes back he’ll take a spot somewhere beside the two of you, typically taking a backseat approach

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t initiate intimacy, he just does it on his own terms and time when it feels natural for him

For example, on his off days he goes to the gym and sometimes brings you

He’s encouraging sure, but he doesn’t reward laziness so if you’re lacking he’ll threaten to not cuddle later(he’ll cuddle with you regardless of your performance, he just wants to see you motivated)

Which is usually a good enough motivator for you to work harder

After hitting the gym and coming home all sweaty, you and Leon shower together for an least an hour

It’s usually because Leon’s hands map out your body, his fingertips delicately race across your skin and into your scalp as he rubs shampoo in

Sometimes if he’s especially pent up, the shower gets steamy and he’ll decide to initiate some quick anal or oral sexual act

If Luis hears the shower on when he’s home and doesn’t see one of you, he assumes you’re both showering and won’t hesitate to jump in himself

Which leads to…interesting showers

Holidays where you’re all home are the best, everyone is in high spirits and gets to enjoy each other’s company

Not to mention everyone spoils each other, Luis usually spends the most but means well, Leon’s efforts are small but concentrated so you’ll feel happy with what you receive, and you make sure that your heart shows in whatever gifts you decide to give

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It's happening again, Renato is staring, studying, and enamored. In his mind he's trying to pass it off as interest more than feelings of affection, since having interest is more digestible to him. It's once your eyes meet when he's broken from his trance as he quickly turns away and pretends he's doing something other than staring at you, your features, and your mannerisms. A deep sigh exits his lungs as he's done a complete 180 in under a second, now he can't even look in your general direction. However he can somewhat hear the conversation you're having with the other survivors, they're asking him questions about where he's from to what was his last memory before the black fog consumed him.

It's not long before his vision is clouded by a familiar black darkness. When he comes to his senses, he looks to see you, and two others. Your eyes meet once again but he feels a pang of shame when he notices the fear in your eyes. It doesn't take long before he begins to fidget with himself, his hands immediately reach to his thighs as he taps rhythmically, then he reaches to his neck and scratches before he messes with his bracelets. Everyone's vision is clouded again before they find themselves on MacMillian. Renato's eyes dart around trying to find something or someone, and like fate would have it he sees you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he approached you so suddenly.

"Holy shi-...oh it's just you." You muttered while covering your mouth with your palm. Renato's lips part but he can't find the right words, so instead he tugs on your arm toward a generator. You kneel down together and begin to repair the generator, and just like before Renato's eyes slowly lead back to you. He finally musters up some courage to say something. "How much have they explained to you?" You pause-trying to rack your brain for an answer but just shrug as a response. "Not much, just that we have to fix these to power some gates to escape the killer...or some spider thing?...I'm not really sure."

Renato smiles, "That's okay and it's both that we're escaping from." Shortly after you both complete the generator and begin to walk to another one when you feel your heart pound against your chest faintly. Renato pulls you close by him under some crates and places his index finger against his lips. "That pounding you feel, it's an indicator as to how close the killer is." He whispers in a shushed tone. Eventually your heart calms down and you both come out of hiding to continue forward. This guy seems so different from the one you saw at the campfire, this one isn't as anxious as he seemed before, it's almost like he's in a zone or something. Whatever it is, he's focused and ready to tackle any objective. Suddenly Renato stops and turns his head to a direction off in the distance, he takes a look back to you and sighs through his nostrils. "Someone's in trouble, I'm going to help them and once I do I'll be right back."

Your brows knit together into a look of confusion. "How can you tell?" Renato's eyes dart above as he searches for a quick answer. "I just can, but don't worry you'll be fine. Now I've gotta go...sorry I'll be back as soon as possible." He says before running off. You watch as he exits so far that the fog covers him and you try and collect yourself. Flashing lights above meant that there was a generator close by, so you follow the light and get to work. Within seconds you hear a curt scream which makes your breath hitch, however you continue to work. It's surprisingly quiet after that, normally you could appreciate the silence but here it was uncanny. Right before completing the generator you hear footsteps coming your way along with grunts and moans of pain. It's the guy from earlier...

He doesn't acknowledge your concerned gaze as he hops on the gen with you. Once the gen pops you run to his side. "Are you okay, what happened!?" You question while looking at the huge slash in his arm. He hands you a roll of gauze and some butterfly tape. "It's hard to explain right now, just use these to patch the wound and I'll explain once we've escaped." He grunts. You're quick to follow his instructions as you tape the wound and wrap the gauze around. And again, just like before he's staring at you, and this time you're close enough to notice and acknowledge it.

"Your eyes..." Renato mumbles. You perk up and meet his longing gaze. "Um...yeah?" The corners of his mouth curve up slightly into a smile as he continues. "You have really pretty eyes." You fail to meet his eyes and so does he, there's a long pause between the two of you before he breaks it. "I'm sorry, I know we just met and that probably wasn't okay to say since we hardly know each other and-" You quickly shush him and shake your head. "It's fine, in fact it was pretty cute. I'm not used to compliments, especially from guys whose names I don't know." You chuckle.

Renato feels his face heat up as his cheeks flush. "It's..Renato. What's yours?" "It's, (Y/n)." The moment together is cut short as there's a pounding in your chest again, you look to Renato and he motions for you to follow him. "Follow me." You both run to where there's cover and peer behind a rock as Renato speaks up again. "Normally they can see where we went from the marks we leave behind but I was able to cover them since you stayed close to me." You just tilt your head at him but ignore the questions swimming in your mind for later. The pounding stops but is replaced by an ear piercing air horn, Renato turns to you with a grin. "That's our cue! Follow me."

The sound of your shoes can be heard hitting against the ground as you both sprint into the night without much care. Eventually you both reach a large gate where it appears someone already opened. Before you reach the end Renato raises his hand to you for a high five, your hands meet and you laugh together before exiting your first trial.

When you arrive back at the campfire you see Renato by himself, he's picking pebbles from the ground and tossing them before he notices you. You sit next to him and watch as he tenses up, he begins to mess with his hair by either twirling it or brushing his fingers through. "I wanted to thank you for earlier, without you I probably would've just sat in a corner scared shitless." You say as he turns to you. He just laughs awkwardly and nods. "I'm not used to this honestly." Renato begins. "You're something new to me, and you make me feel things I didn't think I could even begin to understand..." His hands are shaking and in an attempt to keep them busy he starts to interlock his hands and stretch them out. "Do you...get what I'm trying to say?" He asks while nervously smiling.

You take one of his hands in yours and nod. "Yeah...yeah I do. How about we take this slow and get to know each other some more though." He swiftly nods his head with a giggle. "We should play twenty questions or something like that?" You propose as he agrees.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" He asks. You snicker at the question. "Oh come on!"

It’s not exactly clear when you came to be in the modern era, or why. Maybe because society lies to itself about its carnal desires? Or because everyone eventually needs a release? Whatever the case, you found yourself shifting, shaping yourself into what others crave the most. Once you sank your fangs into someone, it was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Today was no different than any other day as you stared at yourself in the mirror, no reflection of course, which always caused a pang of sadness to shoot through your heart.

I am beautiful.

Slowly, your lips curve into a smile. And you rose to your feet and dressed yourself before stepping seamlessly into society. It was like a routine you had down. The shopping districts had some of the most attractive people you’d ever seen, and today was no different. Your eyes flicked over each person, the shape of their eyes, their noses, their bodies, and their colors intrigued you as well.

Pretty.

As you rested your head on the table you sat at, you felt your face shift, morphing into what you took in today. Taking the most beautiful details and disregarding the ugly ones. Your bones cracked, snapped, and popped into place. Adjusting your posture, you sat up straight and fixed your clothes.

I am pretty.

The thought makes you giggle aloud, but no one notices, they usually never do. But, you still quickly look around to see if someone did.

…

A sigh slips past your lips as you stand up and saunter toward the food court. One of the many pleasures of humans was eating, and once you tried it you could see why. Today felt like a good day for something sweet, the mochi bar was especially tempting today. A special deal today for the kikufuku! Not like the deal mattered since you just took what you wanted without paying.

Ahead of you was a man, tall, lean from what you could tell, hair as white as snow, fair skin, and he was also getting something sweet. You walk beside him and go to grab his order when your hands brush against each other.

“Excuse me, can I help you…?” A voice rumbles from the man beside you. Up close you could finally take in his face, but unfortunately it was covered by the obnoxious sunglasses that sat on his nose.

Your eyes immediately widen, your jaw drops and you blink at him. “You…you can see me?” You mumbled out quietly.

The person working the bar quirked their brow at the man. “Who are you talking to…?” They question.

His brows shoot up and shakes his head with a curt laugh. “Ah, apologies, I was on the phone!” He glances back to you and quickly takes his order and shoots a sideways glance your way before briskly walking off.

This was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. Someone noticed you, finally! It’s instinct as you follow in the man’s direction and look around. You catch glimpses of his hair in the crowds as you slip by people and try to reach him. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a secluded area, far from the shopping district now.

It wasn’t familiar to you, it was more greenery than you were accustomed to. Your eyes flick around to find your mystery man before his voice rings out to you.

“Geez you’re stubborn…I thought I’d lost you by now.” He groans out from behind you.

As you turn to face him, your lips curve into a grin. “You’d never be able to lose me…not after what just happened!” You chuckled as you stepped forward.

His brows knit together as his lips pouted down slightly. “What are you talking about…?” He scoffs.

“You can see me! You acknowledged me!” You exclaim while throwing your hands up.

He pauses for a moment before parting his lips. “Of course I can see you…you’re a curse.” He states, before removing his sunglasses to reveal the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’d ever seen. Sure, it was a simple blue but it was more than just blue to you. A sea you could get lost in, one you didn’t mind getting lost in. “Which means…I’ll have to exorcise you…”

Want. No, need.

You blink a couple times and see the man’s face shift from mild irritation to shock.

“…? My eyes…?” He murmured to himself as he stared at you.

You cock your head at him and nod. “When I see something I like, I take it.”

He clicks his tongue and hums. “That much is obvious from earlier when you tried to take my stuff…” he muttered.

Immediately you pout at him and sigh. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know you’d be able to see me…so I figured I could just take it and leave.”

He shakes his head at you. “You know what? I don’t have time for you…” he waves you off and walks off.

You’re quick to try to follow behind. “Wait!” You call out to him before he’s out of your sight. “…he hates me…” you sighed as you dropped your shoulders and sunk your head.

The following weeks kept you awake, it’s a good thing you don’t need sleep. The man’s essence kept you up and mapping out every single detail of him. His white hair, his pale fair skin, tall lean body, his nose bridge, those thin pink lips and his slim fingers…what it would feel like to be wrapped around your…

Plan.

A plan is what you needed, and a plan is what you had. You find yourself alone and cackling, nearly screaming at the thoughts that pass through your mind.

He will be—no. He is mine.

Normally the process is short and requires very little cursed energy. Before it was only taking bits and pieces of a person, taking the beauty of society. Now however, you’re taking the entirety of a person, everything that makes them, them. Or rather, him, him. It had to be perfect, although there were hiccups and gaps where you couldn’t see.

His body would have to be completely bare to you before you could copy him completely. But for now, it was near perfection, all that was left was his voice and the parts of him he had hidden behind his clothes. Mimicking the voice was another trying task, but luckily stalking him over a period of time made it much easier. Every night was another night of retching and throwing away previous persons features. It was all worth it to make room for him.

Your room was now littered with bones of various sizes and shapes, dried blood and viscera, mucus and puss of different colors. If only you could see yourself, how perfect you were. But instead you’re forced to face the cost of this ‘power’. As you feel your body snap into place, causing a few cracks and creaks as you stand up, you open your eyes and touch your hands together.

“…it’s…near perfection…” you whispered to yourself.

Dusk falls, perfect timing to be on the prowl and take another soul down to ecstasy. Your footsteps echo out into the dark as you make your way through the city. The bright lights and heavy air causes your throat to tighten. Suddenly the air feels denser than before, you turn around to face your desire.

“…Oh a cheap copy…I was wondering why you kept lingering around me for those months…” he muttered as he messed with the blindfold over his eyes.

Your thin lips curve up into a smirk. “Cheap…?” There’s a moment of silence before your lips drop from a smirk into a sullen frown. “Aw man…that’s actually…uber lame. I was expecting a better reaction considering the effort and time I put into this…”

A scoff erupts from his throat immediately. “From what I sense, all you’re doing is cheap imitation…you can’t actually use Six Eyes or Limitless…can you?” He cocks his head at you as the question leaves his lips.

You squirm slightly under his gaze and whine. “Huh? What’s that? Your technique…?” You pause and place a hand under your chin and hum. “Hm…”

The man across from you stares quietly from behind the blindfold before holding his hand out. Your azure eyes flick up before your lips curve upward. Immediately you rush over and try to wrap your arms around him but you can’t.

“Hey what gives!? I can’t hug you…?” You mumbled as you pulled back.

He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Why are you so obsessed with me anyway? You don’t even know my name do you…?”

You pause and pout softly. “No…but that changes nothing!” There’s a small pause before you part your lips. “Could you…tell me your name…?”

He stands still and cocks his head at you with a smirk.

“Please…?”

He laughs and shrugs. “Satoru Gojo. Do you have a name…?” Satoru asks.

Satoru Gojo. Pretty name…

“…sure I have a name…but I’d prefer yours…” you sigh with a lovesick smile.

Satoru places his hands over his hips and chuckles. “You’re not planning on replacing me are you…?”

Immediately you shake your head. “No! No…I don’t think I could…”

There’s a brief pause in the conversation as your eyes are glued to your feet. Satoru brings his hand up to flick your forehead. “I got a question for you…don’t bore me okay?”

You blink and stare at him. “Hm…?”

“There was cases a couple months ago, days before we’d met actually. People going missing…then reappearing. Was that you?” He questions.

Your lips purse together. “Are you accusing me?”

This causes a rumble of laughter to escape his throat. “You’re pretty funny for a curse…Sure, I am accusing you.” He shrugs.

“Yeah…some of those cases were me…how’d you figure?” You confirmed while cocking your head.

Satoru adjusts his blindfold and reveals one of his eyes. “The people affected said they saw themselves briefly as they entered ‘bliss’. So you don’t actually kill the people you copy…but I’m still confused on the whole ‘bliss’ thing…all the victims were extremely vague.”

A grin makes its way to your lips. “That’s a shame…they should’ve all just been open and honest about it. Their desires were so…delicious.” You whispered as your tongue lapped over your lips quickly.

This makes his brows knit together and furrow. “…you’re an odd one..” his brows then relax and his smirk his back. “…but that makes things interesting.”

There’s a small pause between you two. “Huh…? You want to fight?” You ask while tilting your head slightly.

He snaps his blindfold back over his eyes and leaps backward with his hands in his pockets. “Like I said…don’t bore me…” he chuckles.

The next half an hour solidified your feelings for him, Satoru Gojo. He fought with such fever that left you amazed and craving more. You both exchanged hits between each other as well as playful and occasionally flirty banter that left smiles on your lips. Somehow, you’re now on top of his lap, straddling his body into the ground as you gaze down at him.

“…it makes sense that only Satoru Gojo could defeat Satoru Gojo…” he muses from underneath you.

You lean down, nose to nose with him. “You were holding back…because deep down…you know you want this.”

His breath catches in his throat before he swallows and huffs out a laugh. “What can I say? I’m curious…and besides…you didn’t bore me.”

No time was wasted after his words as you tilted your head and locked your lips between his and shut your eyes. Satoru stared up with wide eyes before he slowly shut them and leaned into the kiss. As you synced your lips together and slowly darted your tongue between his lips and toward his throat, his erection poked between your legs.

A bridge of saliva connects your lips as you pull away. “You’re…eager.” You hum as swallow his spit. This causes his hips to buck forward before you firmly push them down and shake your head with a cackle. “Ah, ah, ah…” you tutted. “…the fun has only just begun…”

Satoru grits his teeth, biting back his strained cries and whimpers as he’s restrained. “…not…fair…” he spits out weakly.

A sigh passed through your lips as you bring your slender fingers to his jackets zipper and slide it down. “…what’s not fair…is how you’re holding out on me…” His eyes follow your movements and he feels his mouth go dry.

Once his jacket was discarded, you leaned down to plant kisses down his face, then his neck, across his chest and down to his abs before you stop at his v-line. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, gripping the tufts of hair tightly and tugging. “Keep going…” he huffs out roughly.

Slowly you rise to grip his belt buckle, slowly fiddling with it. “Oh man…this is sooo hard…” Underneath his pants was the outline of his erect cock, twitching and pulsing for release.

Satoru drops his hands down to his belt as he almost shoves you off. “J-Just let me do it!” He whines, his voice cracking slightly. He sloppily slips his belt off and tosses it aside before reaching for the button and popping it. His breathing growing heavier as sweat drips down his forehead, and his cheeks dusted a deep shade of crimson. Once he slides the zipper down he lets out a breath of relief as his cock is now only strained by his boxers.

His eyes fall back on you as his chest rises and drops, his brows knitted together and dick twitching. “Well…? I’m not just gonna play with myself…” he smirks and hums. “Unless that’s what you’re into…”

Immediately you climb over him and unsheathed his penis from his boxers and grip the base firmly. This causes him to take a sharp inhale and grit his teeth as he stares at you. Pre spills from his tip and down his mid length. You press your thumb between the slit of the head of the penis and rub gently, drawing out a couple erotic moans from the other man as more pre spills and dribbles down his penis. Using the pre as makeshift lube, you slide your fingers down to his base and begin to pump him slowly.

Gripping the base before sliding up to the head before sliding back down. Satoru shuts his eyes as he occasionally bucks his hips, craving more friction and whimpering as he does so.

“…you’re perfect…” you uttered.

A breathless laugh shudders past his parted lips as he nods. “I…I know…”

His cock twitches with anticipation in your grasp, wet and leaking. Slowly you stop pumping, which causes him to crack open his lids and stare at you with a frown. You leaned over and pecked the tip with your lips, pre dribbles down your lips but you quickly mop it up with your tongue and swallow. Satoru blinks at you before gulping and gripping the ground. Before he can argue, you give his tip another gentle kiss before sliding your tongue around.

He gasps immediately and bucks his cock into your mouth. As you pull your mouth back he tries to push his cock back inside sloppily.

“Gah…fuck. Why do you keep stopping?” He whimpers out.

Your eyes flick up to meet his half lidded ones. “We’re making love together…not a quick flick…be patient…” you replied before taking his entire length into your mouth.

This jolts Satoru as his eyes widen and he cries out. You feel each twitch of his dick, each vein pop and pulse, and the pre that keeps coming down. As you swallow, you bring a hand to cup his balls as you gently squeeze, coaxing out a groan mixed with a moan.

“Do-Don’t stop…” he breathes out.

Slowly you pull back and watch him as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides and his head falling back. You slink back on your knees and quickly take off whatever remaining clothes you had, feeling your body change below the belt slightly to match the man across from you.

Slowly climbing on top and spreading your legs slightly, you slide his dick between your cheeks before feeling the puckered hole stretch. Even though it isn’t your first time, doing it with a new body proved to be challenging all over again. At the same time though, it provided a pleasurable experience. As you feel his length slide in, he brings his hands to your hips and grips gently, rocking into you slowly.

“Fuck…” he groans out. “You’re so tight…” he winces as he continues to rock into you at a slow pace.

You begin to place your hands over his to keep them in place as you stare down at him. “How does it feel to fuck yourself…? I am mimicking your body after all…” you question with a grin.

A breathless laugh slips past his lips as he gazes up to you. “I’m amazing…although I had to get past the original discomfort…” he mumbled.

You nod in response as his pace begins to pick up. “You could at least try to enjoy yourself…”

He immediately shakes his head with a smirk. “After that act earlier…? Like hell I’m gonna take my time with you…” he breathes out before bucking his hips forward.

A cry mixed into a moan is evoked from you before he begins to strike up into your stretched hole. Any attempts to plea and reason have no effect now as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His hands swiftly switch from your hips to your cheeks as he grips each one and digs in his nails slightly.

“This…is…how it should’ve been from the start…” he huffs out as he slams into you again. “You take me so well…” he hums with a satisfied grin.

Your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure and pain. Drool dribbles down your bottom lip and spills onto his pelvis. He swipes it off with his fingers and brings it to your lips. “Lick that off of me…” he commands. You part your lips and lap up your spilled saliva quickly. “Good boy…” he chuckles.

As he continues his relentless thrusting, his cock twitches inside more frequently, and his thrusts feel more sloppy and slow. His grip on you tightens. “You owe me this…this release…” he heaves out as he grits his teeth. After one final thrust, his shuts his eyes and parts his lips letting out a guttural moan. His dick stops twitching before he pulls out, and his seed spill out of your abused hole and down your inner thighs.

He falls onto his back beside you and sighs. “…I needed that…so maybe I don’t have to kill you.” He laughs.

You turn your head to him, inching closer before leaning against him. “Right…because I’m a curse…”

——–—————————————————————

You follow behind Ada and Luis through the woods. In the distance is what appears to be a castle. You turn to Luis. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a castle. That is where all the stuff I need to make the suppressants is.” He states.

“Are we taking the scenic route?” You joke quietly, keeping your head low as you continue walking for what seemed like hours. He stifles a chuckle and shakes his head.

“Not a fan of long walks in the woods?” Your eyes meet and you quickly look back forward.

“I just wanna get this over with and get back to Leon…He won’t say it but he needs help…” You mumble as you hug yourself for warmth. “I’m glad you’re helping him.”

He messes with his lighter before murmuring. “Don’t you mean you…?”

Your gaze shifts. “Uh…sure…I don’t know..?” You sigh softly.

A smile slowly forms across his lips as he looks your way again. “So…How do you and Leon know each other?”

You quirk your head his way. “We work at the same organization. Outside of a few short conversations, we never really talked—Not like he talks to anybody regardless…”

Luis’s lips form an ‘o’ shape. “Oh?” He utters. You stop and turn to him.

“Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?” You question as your brow nudges upward slightly.

He defensively puts his hands up. “It’s nothing…just—I thought you were…closer.” He mutters before averting his gaze ahead.

“Close how? We’re partners…?” You trail off before it finally clicks. “You thought we were…what? Dating?”

Luis whistles as he looks away. “…”

You huff before laughing. “Oh no, no. That is definitely not what is happening…I mean—How or what would even make you think that we were….Like that?”

Luis sucks in his cheek and bites it as he stares off to the side. “Forget I said anything.”

“You can’t just drop that on me and expect me not to ask.” You huff as you cross your arms.

Before Luis can respond, Ada turns around. “We’re here.”

She then crosses her arms and stares up at the architecture before looking back at you two. “After you.”

Luis chuckles as he leaps up and begins climbing the wall. You follow suit, looking down to see Ada staring back up at you, her face keeping the same expression as before. “Go on, I’ll join you both soon.”

You nod as you look back up to see Luis is now halfway up. Without hesitating you begin scrambling to get a hold on every nook and cranny that your hands and feet can slot themselves into. Every so often Luis looks down at you but continues climbing steadily.

“Slow down, there’s no need to rush.” Luis grunts as he stops to breathe.

A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you pant out softly. “Don’t tell me what to do…” You grumble as you begin climbing faster.

Luis sighs before climbing ahead. Before he can reach the top you both hear something zip past quickly. In the corner of your eye you see Ada soar through the air as she gracefully jumps into the opening. Luis climbs through before peeking his head out to watch you.

“Careful amigo.” He mutters.

“How helpful, I was just about to let go…” You groan sarcastically as you slowly reach the top. Before you can, your sweat covered hands slowly loosen your grip and you struggle to secure your hand. “Oh shit…”

Luis struggles to contain a laugh as he swiftly grabs your hand and lifts you up. “You weren’t kidding!”

You dust your shoulders off as you roll your eyes. Luis turns to Ada with a nervous grin. “Ada…You probably didn’t plan on coming back here, eh?” He steps forward a bit. “Well, plans do change, no?”

Ada stays silent as she checks her nails while rubbing her thumb and index fingers together. The side of her face that would be visible is covered by her hair.

“Are you angry?” Luis questions before looking away. “You’re angry…” He answers his own question and raises his hands in defense. “There’s this one thing…I must do before I can recover the Amber.”

Ada turns her head to him, her expression somewhat strained as Luis slowly backs away. “Before?” Ada asks. She then pulls her pistol out from her holster and stomps toward Luis as she presses the barrel against his forehead. “This is not a negotiation Luis. So choose your next words carefully.”

Luis’s lips part as he struggles to form words before you aim your gun at her. “Leave him alone.” You state as you narrow your gaze towards her.

Her eyes avert to you, she then turns the gun your way. Luis’s eyes widen slightly as he shakes his head at you. Her eyes flick from your gun to your eyes. “This is none of your business.”

“You’re right, it’s not. But he is.” Your eyes flick over to Luis who is still shaking his head. Ada clicks her gun as she sighs.

“Stop! Both of you! Leon and Ashley are both infected and they need this medicine…And so do you, Ada.” Luis shouts as he steps closer to Ada. She turns to him, glaring at him. “It’s what I researched all these years, Ada. And I see the symptoms already showing in your eyes.” He says before walking to a small hatch.

“You must already feel the effects, eh?” He then crouches down before looking back up. “The medicine will stop them for a time. Just trust me. You have a lot to gain…and nothing to lose!”

Ada slowly returns her gun in its holster. “Okay. But this is your last chance. We do this first and then the Amber.”

You let out a soft sigh as you put your gun away, walking by Ada. She glances to you from the side. “That was a bold move…”

“I had to, it’s for my partner…” You mutter as you walk ahead.

“He has that effect on people.” She murmurs before walking off to the side.

Your brows furrow as your lips part and you turn away. Your mind races with several thoughts but before you can sit on any, Luis pulls out his radio.

“I’ll let Leon know…” He slowly stands as you join his side. “Hola. Luis here. You guys still around?”

“Well, I wanted to go home, but Ashley just had to see this castle first.” Leon replies while looking off to the side.

A snicker escapes past your parted lips. “I didn’t know you did tour guides here, must be a part time thing huh?”

Leon shakes his head with a grin, then Luis cuts in. “Perfect, because I have a present I want to give you. Medicine that will help to suppress the progress of your…problem.”

“Where do we go?” Leon questions.

“Let’s see…” Luis mumbles. “Come to the courtyard inside of the castle. We can meet up there. ¡Ciao!” He gives a small wave before ending the transmission.

He puts his radio away and turns to Ada. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we?”

She nods before walking over, Luis opens the hatch and grins up at her. “Ladies first.”

“How chivalrous.” She mutters before jumping down.

Luis looks up at you expectantly. A cheeky smile spreads across your face. “You heard yourself, ladies first.”

Luis grumbles under his breath before jumping down, you join after them and follow behind.

“There’s a hidden laboratory downstairs. My stuff should be there.” Luis said as you all headed down a flight of stairs.

Ada uses her grappling gun and heads to a lever that normally wouldn’t be accessible. “Along with the suppressant?” She inquires as she flips the lever.

Luis nods. “What would I do without you, Ada?”

Through a blank stare she quickly replies. “Be parasite food?”

Luis climbs down a ladder before sniffing the air. “Hm? Is something burning?”

Ada jumps down with him and shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“Do you hear that?” You ask, grabbing Luis by his arm.

He squints before grunting. “¡Mierda! They’re here!” He quickly pulls his gun out and begins shooting.

“Of course they are…” Ada sighs.

In your peripheral vision you see shields being stripped from the enemies. Ada makes quick work of them using her array of weapons and physical strength. Her fighting style could only be described as someone who’s apt with martial arts.

After clearing out the room, Luis looks between you two with a soft smile. “Thanks.”

You nod before walking ahead. As you head down further the repugnant stench of smoke and fire slowly fills your nostrils. Luis rushes behind you as his face drops.

“No, no, no! We can’t let the medicine be destroyed!” He cries out before lunging forward.

Ada pulls him back. “Luis! Let it go!”

He pulls away from her and sprints forward into the burning laboratory. Your feet move before you can even think to follow behind as you run head first without a second thought. Luis can be heard coughing, you hold your breath as long as you can as you make your way through the smoke and fire.

Ada isn’t far behind as she continues to call out to him. “Luis! Get back here!”

Once you reach the back of the laboratory, Luis is hunched over a table and coughing. You and Ada quickly grab him and rush out. Ada lets go and stands over you two. Luis stumbles to the floor as you keep your grip on him.

Ada clicks her tongue. “If you’re trying to kill yourself, can you do it after you’ve delivered the Amber?”

Luis gasps and pants before choking out. “It’s all gone…Burnt to nothing.”

“Why is this so important to you?” Ada huffs.

Luis turns his head her way. “There are things I must set right…But that is impossible now.” He whispers as his voice slowly breaks. “It’s all over—and I can’t help them anymore.”

You hold onto him gently and shake your head. “Luis…that’s not true.”

“Pull yourself together, Luis. Make more. You know how. Just do it.” Ada states as she steps closer.

Luis slowly raises his head. “I guess it’s possible.” He stands and points to the side. “The ingredients are all here. In the castle. Yes, I need time…but I can still get you your Amber.”

Ada locks her sharpened gaze onto Luis before letting out a sigh. “All right then. Let’s go.” She walks ahead without missing a beat.

Luis pulls you up before patting your back. “We can go back up this way. Then figure out our next move.”

After heading upstairs Luis turns to Ada. “Hey, who are you working for anyway?”

Your head perks up and you watch her for an answer. “You’re better off not knowing. Trust me.” She replies.

Luis simply shrugs. “Well, you could work for the devil for all I care. As long as you get me out of here…”

You furrow your brows at him and scoff to yourself as you follow behind.

Once you reach the top Luis begins writing out a list of ingredients Ada will have to collect. “Okay. Won’t be my finest effort—but it might just work. Ada, find these ingredients…and just maybe, I can make a new batch of medicine.” Luis hands her the list of ingredients. “Time is not our friend. You go, find them, and we will go grab the Amber.” Luis walks over to you. “Wish us luck!”

You push a set of doors and step outside with Luis before he turns to Ada. “This is where we part. Good luck.”

She nods. “Likewise.” She zips forward, leaving you and Luis. Luis waves her off and steps back inside with you.

Luis leads you outside to another part of the castle. It’s completely destroyed and falling apart, littered with fire and blood. It’s mostly quiet aside from the eerie background noises that can be heard echoing and bouncing off the crumbling castle walls.

“I know you were trying to help but you shouldn’t have butted in like that.” Luis remarks as you walk beside him.

A soft groan erupts from your throat. “Are you seriously trying to lecture me…? Oh like it matters…My intervention was pointless huh?”

“I’m the only one who knows where the Amber is hidden…sure she could’ve killed me but…” He then looks off to the side. “Just don’t do that again…” He whispers.

Your shoulders slump as you sigh. “I make no promises…I’m going to protect you no matter what.”

His eyes flick to yours as he offers a strained smile. “I suppose I can thank you for your…courageousness?”

Your face returns to a relaxed smile as you shake your head. “No need. Your assistance is already thanks enough.”

He then grabs your arm, you face him with your jaw slightly dropped. “What are you…?”

“Your eyes…” He murmurs. “You’re…not infected?”

“Leon already told me about that village chief, had he not protected me I probably would’ve been.” You reply before gently retracting your arm from his grasp.

“Right…follow me.” He chirps before jogging ahead.

After entering one of the many towers, Luis guided you down to the basement of one. Down there was what looked like a makeshift lab of sorts with various books and equipment. “What exactly were they doing down here, Luis?”

“They—or rather we…we conducted research on Las Plagas, but I’d be telling you what you already know.” He murmurs as he stares ahead.

A muted sigh slips past your lips while you shrug. “How about you tell me something I don’t know?”

His eyes flick over to you from the side before he turns to face you. “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it yet…” Before he lets his expression fall, his lips curve into a cocky smirk. “Plus, I wouldn’t want you getting attached to me.” He says with a wink.

Half of you thought it was a joke, and the other half found some truth in his statement. After all, most jokes have some truth hidden there and Luis seemed like an awful liar. You simply rolled your eyes as your arms crossed. “Sure…” You scoff before brushing past him.

A dry chuckle can be heard from behind you. Luis walks by your side, your eyes avert downward to his hand, where he’s clutching his lighter and messing with it.

“We’ve already had one fire, wouldn’t want another one now. Would we?” You joked as you nudged him.

He peers down at his lighter, gripping it tightly before pocketing his lighter. “After we grab everything I need here, I’m gonna need your help grabbing the Amber.”

You nod as you watch him start grabbing various things from the shelves and tables. Bunsen burners, measuring units, and such.

“Mierda…I need something to carry this all with.” He mutters.

You take a quick look around and find a suitcase of sorts and grab it before walking back to Luis. “Will this work?”

His face immediately lights up, he grins and nods. “Perfect!”

After gathering and putting away all the equipment, you both head back into the castle walls. Your radio begins beeping, you quickly answer the call.

“Leon? What’s up?” You question as your brows raise slightly.

“There’s another person here, a woman wearing red. If you see her, try to avoid her at all costs…” He mumbles before speaking again. “I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thanks, I’ll uh…keep that in mind.” Your hand falls to your side as you hang up. Once again you can’t help but let your mind run wild with possibilities and fabricated conclusions that hold no weight. And worst of all, there’s this deep burning in your belly that twists and convulses. Jealousy? Was that what you felt? Before you can pass that uncomfortable thought, Luis’s gentle touch pulls you out.

Luis’s hand grazes your shoulder, his eyes peering over you. “C’mon, we’d better hurry. I hid the Amber down over here…” He murmurs as he steps ahead.

He kneels down and removes a piece of concrete, when he retracts his hand he’s holding a small glass container in the shape of a cylinder. In its center is what can be presumed as the Amber. “This is all too convenient…don’t you think? I mean…I know the deal between you and Ada…” You mumble as you stand back.

He turns around with a quirked brow. “What are you implying?”

“You used to work for Umbrella, they obviously conducted research on the Amber. Whoever sent Ada to come help you, they must have ties with Umbrella or have been apart of the company…”

He immediately shakes his head. “No, Umbrella’s done for…I can understand your hesitancy…” He slowly trails off as he stares down at the Amber in his palm.

You watch him before speaking up. “Listen, I’m not gonna try and change your mind about all this considering your safety is on the line here…but what happened here is gonna happen elsewhere. Whether or not you’re there to see it…”

He slowly stands, pocketing the Amber and turning to you. “I…I know. And I’ve made my peace with that…”

He walks past you as you watch him before following behind. Your eyes lead back down to the ground, it’s what you expected to hear yet…it’s also something you didn’t expect.

Luis pulls out his transmitter before Ada answers. “Okay, Luis. That’s two.”

“The last one should be in a room accessible from the castle wall. You bring them all to the top of the wall…and I’ll have your Amber.” He mutters before looking down at a file in his hand. “Oh, and here’s some more info I’ve recovered about that old rock. Sending it now.” He says before ending the call.

It wasn’t long before you both reached the top once again to meet with Ada.

She approaches Luis and hands him the ingredients. “I got everything you need.”

His lips turn upward into a grin as he takes the ingredients. “Good, and I got exactly what you want.” He pulls the Amber out and holds it out to her.

As soon as she makes contact with the Amber she flinches and gasps in pain. Luis steps back as he retracts the Amber. “Oh, that’s not good. The parasite is reacting to the Amber…”

She touches her forehead while taking a step back. “So that’s the Amber?” After a soft exhale her lips part. “That looks like something Wesker would want.”

Your ears perk up at that name, but for some reason you can’t remember why it’s stands out.

As Luis frantically runs over to a place to unpack his supplies your eyes slightly widened. Your lips parted but all that slipped past were your quick breaths. Ada stumbles toward Luis and leans on a wall beside her as she holds her head.

“This will knock out the parasite…but only for a time.” He steps back with a syringe and frowns. “You ready? A tu salud.”

Ada closes her eyes as he injects her with the suppressant. An almost muted groan exits her throat as her brows slightly furrowed. “Just remember, it’s not a cure. We still need a way to get that thing out of you.” Luis states before taking a step back.

She takes a sharp inhale as her eyes suddenly open. “It’s coming…”

Both you and Luis turn around to see a tall cloaked figure approaching. It stomps toward you all, its most noticeable feature being its massive right claw hand. Luis tosses the syringe aside and pulls Ada to support her. “Come help me!” He grunts as he meets your eyes.

It’s not long before you dash over and pull her arm over your shoulder and trudge along. “I don’t understand! It should be working by now!” He grumbles lowly before Ada shoves you both aside.

“Take the Amber and go!” Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “Once the parasite is sedated, you can give me back that damn stone.”

Luis shakes his head. “I can’t leave you here! Not like this!”

She chuckles half heartedly. “Spare me. I’ll be fine.” Her eyes flick between Luis and then you. “You got another promise to keep.”

He turns to you and grabs your hand, tugging you with him before turning to Ada. “Alright, but you come find me…soon as you’re done here.”

She nods before pulling herself together as you and Luis began exiting the top of the castle.

Eventually he lets your hand go, suddenly realizing how cold it is now. Your eyes flick down from your empty palm before meeting Luis’s concerned gaze.

“Let’s hurry down….” He mutters as his lips then curve into a soft smile.

You hum in acknowledgment as you walk with him down further into the depths of the castle. Luis then stops and begins writing something down on a piece of paper.

“I’m flattered but it’s too soon for your number don’t you think?” You joke behind Luis.

He lets out a short chortle before shaking his head. “I’d have to find space for you among my many other…confidants.” He turns back to you with a smirk before rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m sure I could find space somewhere…”

“Sounds like that wouldn’t be very difficult…” You whistle out before turning around and chuckling.

A scoff slips past his lips as he turns to face you. “Pass me those cans..,”

You look down and notice several cans of red spray paint. “Weird place to leave these…” You muttered before handing one to Luis.

He shakes it up and begins drawing out an arrow. “Wow…I’m sure she would’ve had no clue where to go without that…It’s not like there’s only one way to go…”

“Shh! Just carry these…we’re gonna need them for later.” He grumbles as he shoves the cans of spray paint into your arms.

A soft exhale passes through your nostrils as you shrug and follow behind him until he suddenly stops and puts a hand on your chest.

“Stop…we’re gonna have to take this slow…” He murmurs as he digs through his pockets for something. “I thought a had a rope…”

“The stairs aren’t completely crumbled…we could probably get away with a couple leaps…Or just fall to our deaths.” You snickered before being backhanded against your chest.

“Enough! I’ll go first and you follow behind me…but wait until I’ve reached the next stair before following…”

Luis then walks down several steps before reaching his first hiccup. He inhaled sharply before leaping and holding onto the wall. He faces you with a forced smile. “One down…” He muttered before wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Shortly after you let out a sigh. “This would be a lot easier with a grappling hook.”

“Unfortunately for us…we’re not afforded that luxury…now less talking and more walking.”

You slowly follow behind Luis for what felt like ages. The area now looked unfamiliar from the sewer covered walls you’d just trekked through. Now surrounded by regal castle walls that, aside from minor damage and infested with monsters, seemed to be doing well.

An almost unnoticeable sigh slipped past Luis’s parted lips as he brought you to assumably one of many bedroom quarters in the castle.

“Why are we stopping?” You mumbled as you stepped close and gently grabbed his tense shoulder.

He hummed and looked over at the large bed in the back of the room. “Estoy cansado…”

You blink before your lips curve downward to an empathic frown. “Ah…I didn’t realize…” Awkwardly you avert your gaze elsewhere as he laid down with a content sigh.

Slowly he flips onto his stomach, you step over and tilt your head. “Comfortable?”

His eyes flick up to meet yours and he smirks slowly. “It’d be more comfortable with you, hermoso~”

Before his words register, a fire is ignited deep within your core as your ears burn red hot and you swallow your embarrassment. “Shut up…” was all you managed to pitifully spit out as you tried to stomp away.

Then his hand shoots out and swiftly grips yours. “Relax…you deserve some rest too…” he said with a disarming smile you’re sure he’s used before.

Now somehow he’s coaxed you into laying beside him. And there’s a silence between you both. An unidentifiable silence as you listen to his gentle breathing, as much as he’s listening to yours. Shortly after you dare to gaze over, only to meet his half lidded stare.

“…” No smirk this time, he’s just staring at you.

Before the tension becomes palpable your radio rings out to you. Your eyes flick down and you hastily bring it to your ear. “Leon…?” You mumbled.

A sigh can be heard. “We’re at the courtyard. Where are you two?” He huffs.

Your gaze falls over Luis, who’s watching you with wide eyes. “We..got caught up…monsters…y’know?” You hum out awkwardly and Leon scoffs softly.

“Just get here now…” he muttered before ending the signal.

Luis quickly rolls off the bed and stands up straight, adjusting his belt and fixing his pants quietly. You follow his lead and hop off before looking away. “We should…probably get moving…”

end of Tornado Warnings pt.2•

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