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I lost it when you found me

Chapter 12: First

Chapter Nine: Time | Chapter Ten: Shatter

Okkotsu fucking Yuuta is a menace.

His uniform scarf is all stretched out—and so are the necks of at least three of his turtlenecks. Don’t get him started on how many scarves Yuuta has straight up stolen in pursuit of Toge’s mouth. And now his face mask is loose. It’s not a big deal, it’s just… well.

He’s not really sure what else he expected, really: Yuuta loves so entirely that he once generated the strongest curse the jujutsu world had seen in centuries. Of course Yuuta is the sort to snag him any chance he can get for a quick—or not so quick—kiss. He’s changing his uniform to a collar like Yuuta’s with a zipper just because his floppy scarf is driving him nuts and he hates wearing loose face masks.

This particular mask met its death that afternoon, when Yuuta left on a last minute mission: Yuuta was being sulky because he was going to miss making chocolate with everyone. Face masks aren’t meant to be held aside and tugged on; besides, it’s tie-pulling that’s supposed to be sexy, not hooking a finger into a mask.

He’s not entirely sure if he’s complaining or bragging about it.

“You’re bragging about it,” Maki scoffs, shooting Toge a glare as Toge fiddles with his loose mask for the thousandth time.

This is me planning the next chapter of my inuokko coming of age comedy by texting @sinhchan the various ways Yuuta can suffer as he and Inumaki try to bang

Chapter Eight: Affection

Yuuta catches him around the waist as he stands, nuzzling into the small of his back. “Hey,” he says quietly. “No matter what gets decided today, I… I am so thankful to have met you.”

Toge curls his fingers around Yuuta’s forearms, holding him there as his throat tightens, his face growing hot as his eyes burn.

No one has ever been thankful for him before. Yuuta must know that; must know how devastating that single word is. How much it makes his heart ache with love and longing and grief.

“I’m thankful for everyone, but you, it’s… you’re special to me,” Yuuta whispers. He hugs Toge tighter, cheek pressed sweetly against the curve of his spine. “You helped me feel human in ways the others couldn’t. You say you were named ‘thorn’ because you were destined to hurt people, but thorns protect the plant. Even when I was scared of you and standoffish, even when Rika-chan was a threat to your friends, you protected me. I had never been protected by anyone but Rika-chan. Not by my family, not by sensei—I was just some anomaly to watch out for. Thank you. Toge, whatever they say, thank you.”

“Don’t make it sound like you’re dying,” Toge says, his power ringing out in the room despite the tightness in his throat.

Yuuta huffs, then laughs softly, squeezing Toge tightly. “I don’t intend on it,” he promises.

Chapter Seven: Return

Yuuta’s mouth trembles, eyes shiny in the light spilling out around him. “I don’t know what happens now,” he admits.

Toge inhales sharply, mentally shaking off the wave of anxiety threatening to crush him whole. He slips his fingers from Yuuta’s, signing; “What happens now is that you take a shower, I make us both some cocoa and help you bandage up, and then we can cuddle.”

“And tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. Get Panda to shit in the higher ups’ office? Sic Maki on them? Fuck if I have a plan for that.”

“I don’t know if Panda can… uh, do that,” Yuuta counters meekly, mouth shaking as he struggles not to laugh.

“He can if I say so.”

“Oh my god, Toge, no.”

Toge grins, huffing a quiet laugh at the horrified look on Yuuta’s face. He reaches out and grabs Yuuta’s hands, thumbs smoothing against split knuckles and raised flesh. “Okaka,” he murmurs.

He lifts one of Yuuta’s hands to his chest, holding it in place. “Konbu,” he murmurs.

“I’m back,” Yuuta acknowledges, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss to Toge’s forehead.

Chapter Twelve: Paradigm Shift

“About that,” Risa says pointedly. “What is going on with you and Niwa-kun? You’re so down in the dumps recently, and I don’t like it. I’ll beat him up, just say when.”

Riku laughs, flicking water at Risa. “Don’t! Geesh! That’s my thing, you know?”

Risa grins, then leans forward, her face slowly morphing into something serious as she studies Riku. “I think it’s time you tell me what’s going on with you two,” she says gently. “I know you don’t… you’re not… about Niwa-kun, Riku, I… I never want you to feel like, like we’re competing.”

Riku looks down at her knees. “Sometimes,” she says after a long pause. “I…”

She closes her eyes tightly, then immediately regrets it, remembering the winged shadow hovering over her, Daisuke’s face half-illuminated by the moonlight, eyes shining like polished garnet even as he scrambled away.

Daisuke, surrounded by feathers, bleeding and in tears outside of the museum; Dark, where Daisuke should be. A dream of a world of snow and scraped-raw palms.

Hiwatari, at the dance, ivory gun in hand, tears pouring down his face, and Daisuke, Daisuke was Dark, then, she knows it.

If this is true, then Risa needs to know. If it’s true, if it’s true…

“What if,” Riku says slowly, taking her time to form the right words, the right questions. “What if that weren’t true? If we did—if we liked the same person?”

Chapter Five: Readiness

“Yuuta was in a good mood this morning. A really good mood.”

Toge blinks at her, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. She leers more. He shrugs.

“And he came out of your room,” she adds. She pauses, then leans forward, whispering “Did you—?” while making a very lewd gesture with her hands.

She’s very promptly rewarded with a face full of half-chewed cereal. “Okaka!” he sputters, coughing.

“Fuck!”

Toge isn’t sure if she meant to finish her sentence or if she’s swearing at him. “Okaka!” he repeats, making his absolutely not hand signal even as his face burns hot.

Maki whips her glasses off, scrubbing them against her jacket, glowering at him. “You are disgusting and I am going to kick your ass.”

Chapter Eleven: Favor

“A favor,” Dark says quietly in his voice, something threatening and dark in his tone.

Please—please—

So he lets Dark take over, turns himself away from the sight of his own hands vaulting him over fences and onto the rooftops, closing himself off from what this means.

“You can’t stay blind,” Dark says to him in that echoing space that is their shared consciousness. “You’re going to hurt more than just yourself, you know. Riku, Hiwatari, even Risa—they’re just going to suffer if you refuse to think about this. About what it means. You know what it means! You’ve known for a while that you—”

No! No! I already said I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to listen, I don’t want—

He curls in tight against himself, hands covering his ears.

He’s willing to wrap himself up in this space again, cocoon himself against the realization that there’s something wrong with him, that he’s let everything come to a head because he refuses to face the truth head on.

So much could be fixed if he would just… look at himself, but there’s so much about himself that he already despises, so what happens when he looks in the mirror, and there’s not a single redeeming thing about him?

Chapter Four: Beautiful

He’s covered in literal trash, bloodied, and he’s pretty sure his entire back is bruised, and who knows what sort of curse goo was on Yuuta’s hand when he unceremoniously shattered Toge’s entire idea of what his sexuality was like, and he on top of that, he doesn’t even know if Yuuta even realizes that what he did could be considered erotic.

The dude is like, curse-married to his dead childhood sweetheart—he has no idea what he’s doing half the time. Toge once watched him eat the leaf wrapping on a zongzi without question.

God, Toge loves him.

Chapter Two: Screenshot // Chapter Three: Untouchable

Makiiiiiiii ⚔️: i'm gonna kick your ass if you make yuuta cry *AGAIN*

🍙toge🍙: IMCRYINGGHHH

what happened to wlw/mlm solidarity

Makiiiiiiii ⚔️

you know what?????? no

you know who deals with your disaster bf when he gets all mopey about you?????

hint: it's not you or panda

is2g inumaki if he wakes me up like a demented zashiki warashi again

🍙toge🍙

ok this is a hate crime

Makiiiiiiii ⚔️

no its not

🍙toge🍙

*i* hate it

Summary: Inumaki Toge is just like any other teen in their first relationship: Horny, awkward, and way too obsessed with the way his boyfriend's ass looks in uniform.

Unlike every other teenager, he has to deal with the emotional baggage their powers carry, being run ragged on missions, and oh, the fact that his boyfriend just shoved his fingers into his mouth, and--get this--it was extremely hot.

He's boned. Just. Not like that. (Yet? Yet.)

Pairing: Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta

Rating: E

He’s dead. Absolutely boned. Goodbye world, this is where he flees this mortal coil and all its trappings. Right here, right now, in some dingy alleyway in Tokyo, laid out in a halo of busted bags of burnable garbage.

He’s not even going the way he thought he would: head down, mouth and nose streaming with blood, the thick taste of copper mixed with syrupy sweet benzocaine heavy on his screaming, branded tongue, body broken beyond saving in the face of a curse who wouldn’t listen.

Well, he was.

At first.

And then Okkotsu fucking Yuuta shoved his fingers in his mouth, and that’s what killed Toge.

Summary: Toge wakes to find a sleepless Yuuta.  Pairing: Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta Rating: E Tags: Post Shibuya Incident, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Aged Up Characters (SEE THE REST OF THE TAGS ON AO3)

Pale blue light spills through the crack in the curtains, soaking the room in pre-dawn moonlight.

Dazed with sleep, Toge blinks as awareness soaks into his bones, trying to piece out what woke him. Warmth seeps into his limbs, making him fuzzy around the edges. He stirs, nuzzling his cheek lazily into the sheets. He’d been having such a good dream, too, something about Yuuta, an onsen, and sake.

“Toge?”

Warmth surges, shooting to the tips of his ears at the soft ghost of breath against his neck. Yuuta, curled up against him, knees pressed into the bend of Toge’s, his hand flat against Toge’s belly, his other arm tucked carefully underneath Toge’s shoulder. Toge was never quite able to give up sleeping on his side—it’s uncomfortable now, but sometimes it’s mitigated by Yuuta propping him up in his sleep, soothing him with a low-level of reverse jujutsu when Toge wakes up cranky.

He thinks, blearily, that must be why he’s woken up—but he doesn’t hurt and he’s not overly uncomfortable, so why…?

He shifts, stretching out against Yuuta, then grins.

Ah, he thinks, an anticipatory shiver working its way across his skin, that’s why—

Some of my favorite one-liners from my inuokko wip, which is dubiously titled “Inumaki goes to jail”, and boy does he ever