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Chrollo watched as the two of you left. His heartfelt apologies were deflected by Fei’s icy demeanour. “Darling?”, his voice hoarse, “I’m sorry-“. “Shut it”, Feitan carried you in his arms, “One more word and I swear-“. A glimpse of anger shot through Chrollo’s heart, but he knew it was misplaced. “I respected you”, Feitan softly added before he left with you in his arms. “Her stuff-“, Chrollo’s words died out as he caught a hint of Feitan’s anger. “She said she doesn’t want anything that reminds her of you”, he held you close to his chest. “Where are you going?”. “As far away from you as possible”. “I’ll look for her”. “And you won’t find her”, Feitan gritted his teeth; trying to keep his voice steady.

“I’ll kill them”, Chrollo’s eyes went dark.

He didn’t want to be like this; to make you hate him even more but what choice did he have? He didn’t want you to leave. Was he selfish? Yes. But on top of that, more than everything, he felt worried. He couldn’t leave you in Feitan’s hands. What if he couldn’t protect you? What if something happened to you? No. You were safe here.

“Who?”, Feitan froze as his grip around your frail body tightened. “Her family”.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t seen them in ages; that they treated you badly. None of it mattered. You weren’t going to face that mountain of guilt.

“You’re bluffing”, Feitan gritted his teeth. “Am I?”. “Fei?”, your eyes darted upwards.

You both knew that you weren’t going to leave. It didn’t matter how badly Feitan wanted to get you out of there; how badly he wanted to see you happy.

“You sure?”, Feitan looked down at your lifeless eyes. “Yeah”. Feitan’s shoulders slumped unwillingly as he now turned back to Chrollo. “Don’t think I’ll leave her alone. Not even for one second”. Chrollo held his hands next to his head before heading upstairs. “I don’t care what you do as long as she stays here”.

The two men didn’t even care to ask for your opinion. At least not out loud. They knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling, but it didn’t matter. They understood that you weren’t going to take any chances. Not when it came down to the safety of your relatives.

—-

“Not again”, your digits glided over the rough curtains. “What?”, Feitan lazily lifted his head from his pillow. “Chrollo… He’s arriving with even more flowers than yesterday”. “Hm”, Feitan hummed. “Wait”, you squeezed your eyes, “He can’t be serious”. “What?”. Now Feitan’s interest was also piqued. “T-there are people with him-“. “Who?”, he practically jumped out of bed. “T-they’re all carrying flowers”. Feitan narrowed his eyes as he tried to read the situation. “What the hell is he doing?”. There was this unexpected sharpness in his voice. Your brows unwillingly drooped along your eyes. It has been three weeks now, and everyday Chrollo had this entire charade of flowers ready in the morning. It started with the door to your room, then it expanded through the entire hallway…. Yesterday, he even had the entire staircase laced with lilies and roses. “What? You’re not going to forgive him, right?”, Feitan narrowed his eyes. “No, of course not”. However, the slight hesitation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. “If you just agreed to let me take care of things, we’d be out of here already”. “You can’t keep my entire family safe-“. “Who cares about them? They didn’t treat you right”. “That doesn’t mean they have to die because of me”. “Tsk, you know they never even cared to look for you, right?”. “I’m not going to let them die, Fei”, you tore your eyes away from the window. His crescent-shaped eyes seemed cold and unbothered as usual. “You want to stay here, don’t you?”.

His question felt as if someone punched you in the gut. You didn’t want to stay here. Why would you? No. You’d never forgive Chrollo for being so cruel to you. Never.

You looked at Feitan with disappointment in your eyes. “Don’t look at me like that”, his voice softened as he pulled you close, “Come here”.

—-

“Y/N?”, Chrollo’s voice softly called out from the other side of your door. Feitan lazily looked at you; not even caring to put down the book he was reading.

Feitan hadn’t left your side. Not once. He noticed all the efforts and unheard apologies Chrollo had thrown at you, and by now, he knew perfectly well you were going to ignore him.

“Yes?”, your voice fragile as porcelaine. “What?!”, Feitan’s eyes widened as you walked to the door. Your steps featherlight.

Silence.

“I’ve got you something”. Chrollo tried his best to speak up. He hadn’t heard your voice in so long. To him, it felt as if an angel was talking. “Flowers?”. There was no hostility in your voice whatsoever. Feitan wanted to bang your head to a wall. How could you be this stupid? Nonetheless, he didn’t intervene. “Something else”, his words died out. “J-just leave it in front of the door”. “I can’t”, his voice had never been so gently. Your hands hovered over the doorknob. Your mind twisted. “Don’t”, Feitan suddenly towered over you; his grip on your wrist tight. “I-i want to know-“. “Don’t”, his tone stern. Your brows pulled together as you broke free from his grip. “Tsk”, Feitan’s eyes went round in anger, “Little brat-“. You ignored his anger as you slowly opened the door. Chrollo’s eyes, on the contrary, went round in awe. It had been weeks since he saw you up close. You were no longer a ghost to him that appeared every so often in the corner of his eyes. No. You were standing in front of him; as beautiful and graceful as ever. His hand wanted to draw to his chest as his heart skipped a beat. “I-is-“. “O-oh yes”, he carefully handed a kitten to you. It was as white as snow with big, blue eyes. “It reminded me of you”.

You studied the tiny creature as you carefully pulled it close to your chest. It was wearing a pink collar with a beautiful, golden heart in the middle.

“Please, treat it right”, his voice horse as his eyes studied your expression. “I’ve already bought everything it needs. Fei can get it on the table in the kitchen. Y-you can choose where you put everything. Its food is underneath the sink-“. “Thanks”, Feitan coldly intervened as he pulled you back by your nightgown and smashed the door shut.

“What the hell, Fei?!”, you looked up at him. “Give that to me”, his hands reached for the kitten. “N-no!”, you turned away as you held it close. “I wasn’t asking”, Feitan angrily grabbed your shoulder. “I want to keep it!”, you raised your voice. He tried his best to bite his tongue. After all, as long as you were happy… “Fine”, he shortly answered, “Whatever you want”.

—-

“Tsk”. “What?”, your smile just as wide. “You’re going to forgive him”. “W-what, no!”. “I can see it”, his eyes glided to the kitten. It had been a couple of days since Chrollo gave it to you. Since then, the conversations between you and Chrollo grew longer by the day. “If he hurts you again-“. “You won’t be here, yeah yeah”, you sighed as you finished his sentence. “I’m not going to forgive him, okay?”. Feitan watched as you picked up the kitten and held its nose to yours. It was an endearing sight, but the fact that Chrollo was winning you over wasn’t.

“Y/N?’, his voice rang through the door again. “Yes?”, you practically ran to the door earning a cold ‘tsk’ from Feitan. “Would you like to join me for dinner today? And Feitan too, of course”. Feitan knew he was only an afterthought; a pawn for you to agree. “No”, he immediately intervened. “W-wait”, your heart softened as you noticed Chrollo’s tired eyes. What if he really changed? What if he wasn’t as cruel anymore?

“I said no”. Feitan’s tone didn’t change. Your heart was torn. You knew Feitan was right. You shouldn’t join him for dinner after what he did to you, but you cared about him. Even after everything. It’s not like this was the first time he had acted cruel. Besides, Feitan hurt you in the past too. Both of them had treated you equally bad. Sure, they’d changed a lot but still…

“We’ll join you”, you looked at the white ball of fur in your arms. “What the-“, Feitan’s eyes grew wide. “No, we’re not”, he now walked towards you. “Fine”, your defiance grew by the second, “I’ll join you then”. “Are you sure?”, a small fire of victory grew inside Chrollo’s chest. Feitan noticed the smug look Chrollo tried so hard to hide. “I won’t let her”, his eyes locked on his former friend. “She’s a grown woman, you know?”. That smile. You recognised that smile. Chrollo was enjoying this. “You want to join him?”.

It was a simple question but you knew what Feitan was really asking. The confusion and disappointment in his eyes was obvious. He wasn’t asking if you want to join him. He wanted to understand you; to understand how you could hurt him after everything.

“Yes”, you softly answered; avoiding his gaze at all costs. “Fine”, his shoulder lightly brushed against yours, “Enjoy”.

You didn’t dare to ask where he was going or if he was coming back. Besides, for some reason your heart had grown too stubborn, even though your mind was fully aware you were being unreasonable.

Chrollo patiently waited until he heard the front door being slammed shut. It was only then that he cleared his throat. “I’ll be waiting for you. It’s fine if you change your mind”. “N-no, I’ll come”, you hastily replied. The corners of his mouth curled upwards. He had you right where he wanted you. After all, Chrollo knew you like the back of his hand. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation left in your heart. You missed him, despite everything he’d put you through.

The atmosphere felt tense. Chrollo was sitting in front of you; slowing cutting his steak.

“What’s wrong? Did I overcook it?”. “Wait”, your eyes went round, “You cooked this? Are you serious? You never cook”. “I wanted to surprise you”, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

It was true. He loved you now more than he’d ever done, but that didn’t mean his character had changed.

“Have you named it?”, he broke through the silence. “W-what?”, your eyes still wide in awe. “The kitten”. You watched as his digit stroked over the edge of his wineglass. He was up to something. You’d grown too smart for his tricks but… “K-kitty, just Kitty”. “Hm”, his eyes darted you yours. “What?”, you frowned. “Nothing it’s just… It’s a boring name”.

Your mind darted back to Fei. You initially wanted to name the kitten Stella, but Feitan didn’t like it. He didn’t like the name one bit.

“I wanted to name it Stella but Fei didn’t like it”, your eyes fixed on your food you had yet to touch. “Stella? I like that name”, Chrollo kindly smiled, “Besides, I gave it to you, didn’t I? You can name it whatever you want”. “I-i know, you pulled back, “But Fei is important to me. I value his opinion”. “Right”. Chrollo tried his best to hide the defiance in his eyes; to mask it as best as he could. “Then why did you agree to have dinner with me? He didn’t seem to like-“. “I shouldn’t have agreed”, you interrupted coldly, “I should’ve left with him that day”. “But you didn’t”, Chrollo smirked, “You know why?”. “Because I’m an idiot”, you replied with venom. “Because you know you’d miss me, this house, your room… You’ve grown to like it here”. “I had to! You didn’t gave me a choice!”. “Have I said anything over the past couple of months? You left this house whenever you desired to, with whomever you liked. You could’ve gone back to your family. You could’ve even decided to run, but no. You decided to fuck Phinks because the two of us weren’t enough. Out of all the things you could’ve done, you decided to break my… our trust”. “Y-you-“. “Darling”, he gently waved his finger in the air, “Don’t you try to deny it. You’ve hurt my feelings. Fei could only get over it because he was so angry with me”. “T-that’s not… I didn’t agree to this dinner to get scolded at”, you shoved your chair back.

“Scolding you?”, Chrollo tilted his head. He knew his manipulation was starting to pay off. Yes, he did love you now but he was still Chrollo, head of the Spiders and a born manipulator.

“Y-you’re blaming me-“. “Yes, I’m blaming you”, his eyes followed your every move. “Because haven’t we given you everything you could ever dream off? Clothes? Jewellery? Bags? You even had the love of two men, but it still wasn’t enough for our little minx. No, she had to fuck another member of the Spiders. Tell me, darling. Should we organise a meeting where you can spread your legs to every other male member of the troop? Will you be satisfied then?”.

His words were harsh. Just as he intended to. He’d been so kind to you over the past few weeks; so patient. He knew you wouldn’t dare to disagree with him.

As expected, you stayed quiet. Not even daring to look up from the ground. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m not mad at you but…”, he gently pushed his chair back. You could hear his footsteps draw nearer until his soft hands gently brushed over your shoulders from behind. “I expect you to be kind to me tonight”. “Yes”, you almost whispered. You knew what he was implying; what he asked of you. “Good”, he gently took in the scent of your hair and his heart was ready to burst. He missed you. More than he could take.

You noticed the unexpected kindness in his voice. The sudden shift in his aura.

“Let’s watch a movie together, cuddle on the couch… I’ll even give you a foot massage just… Just sleep with me tonight. I hate to fall asleep without you. Without your soft touch, your sweet scent, your cute sleepy noises… I miss you, darling. Please don’t leave me alone again”, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulling you close. “H-huh-“. “I was mad at you but I get it now. I really do”, his voice soft. “W-what do you mean?”, you slowly turned around. “You didn’t have the love of two men. You only had Feitan’s love. I didn’t love you, not really but I do now. I promise you. I love you. I love you more than my Spiders”.

You stared at him. Scanning the soft features of his face for any hidden lies; any hidden agenda that might be to your disadvantage.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll change. I’ll be whatever you want me to be”.

Chrollo had planned to take advantage of you again. That’s why he wanted to manipulate you into feeling bad; to do whatever he wanted but this feeling of love. This idiotic and overwhelming feeling to give you what you wanted; to make you happy… It stood in the way of everything. It made him soft.

“Come here”, you gently cupped his cheeks, “You’re everything you need to be. You always were but you can be so incredibly cruel. I-I’m scared of you, Chrollo. You realise that, right?”. “N-no, don’t be scared, I won’t ever do something like that-“. “You promised so many things-“. “A-and I gave you everything I promised!”, his eyes full of desperation. “And you broke it every single time”, you lowered your eyes as you took a step back. “Please, Y/N. Let’s just forget about this. J-just hold me like you used to-“. “I can’t”, your voice cracked, “I don’t trust you anymore”. “Y-you can trust me”, he took a step forward. “Y-you have to gain my trust back again”, you took a step back in response. Chrollo’s heart dropped to his stomach but he couldn’t argue back. This sickening feeling of love made him understand you more than he ever did.

“Fine”, he forced a smile, “I’ll make you trust me again”. “I-I”m going to call, Fei. I want to know where he is”. “Right”, Chrollo nodded as he turned away, “I’ll be in my study if you need anything. And don’t worry. Fei never left the house”.

“W-what?”, your heart raced. “You can be so foolish sometimes”, Chrollo chuckled, “You really think he’d leave you alone with me? He only pretended to leave even though he knew I’d easily see through his little game. He just wanted to know if you were going to forgive me”.

“And have you?”, Feitan suddenly appeared behind you. His aura a lot less patient than Chrollo’s.

“Fei?”, Chrollo’s eyes darted to Feitan’s. “What?”. “Our darling seems unharmed”. “So?”, Feitan frowned. “Hm”, Chrollo smirked, his eyes empty. “Fei?”. “What?”, Feitan gritted his teeth. “You’ll be joining the others on that heist tonight”. “W-what?”, Feitan’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell me-“. “I’m still your boss, little Fei”, Chrollo coldly flipped through the book he was holding. “Tsk”, Feitan’s heart started to race. He didn’t want to be treated like a pet. “Oh, and pack your bags. Tonight’s only for gathering intel. You’ll stay at a hotel for a few days”.

Feitan didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave you alone.

“What about her? You’re going to hurt her, aren’t you?”. “Me?”, a smirk on his pale face, “Don’t be foolish. I’m not like you”. “Promise me-“. “What’s this, little Fei? Have you grown soft?”.

Feitan froze. Sure, Chrollo was a ruthless man, but that look in his eyes… It was the first time Feitan felt what it was like to be on his bad side.

“You don’t trust her with me?”. “No”, Feitan coldly answered. “Hm”, Chrollo closed his book, “I wanted you to punish her, but it seems you already forgave her little slip-up”.  “She learned her lesson”. “Did she?”, a cold chuckle, “You know there’s no point in lying to me”. “I-“. “Pack your stuff, little Fei. The driver will be here shortly”.

Feitan turned around. There wasn’t anything he could do. You got into this mess, and it didn’t matter how much he wanted to get you out of it, arguing with Chrollo would only fuel his anger even more.

“Where’s she?”. “In her room. Why? Want to wish her a nice evening like a good boyfriend?”. “Tsk”, Feitan tried to ignore the burning sensation in his chest.

Feitan hurried up the stairs, swinging the doors to your room open without warning.

“Darling?”, Feitan’s eyes darted across the room. “Y/N?!”. “Oh, is our darling missing?”, Chrollo’s cold voice came from behind. “What have you done? Where is she?!”. “I don’t know”, a smirk still plastered on his face. “Tell me”, Feitan’s nails digging into his palms. “I’m sure she’ll be back by the time you’re back”. “Where is she?”, Feitan tried to control his emotions. “Don’t worry, little Fei”, Chrollo smiled before disappearing into his room. Feitan knew it was futile to pursue this argument. Chrollo wouldn’t tell him where you were, and even if he tried to find out… “Fuck”, Feitan punched in the nearest wall, “You’ll only hurt her more if I try to go after her, won’t you?”. “Ding ding ding”, Chrollo was leaning against his doorframe, “Now go on, little Fei. Maybe next time you’ll learn to obey my orders, even when it’s about our darling”.

---

“W-where am I?”.

You were sitting on a chair, your hands tied behind your back.

“Hm, still as beautiful as ever”, an all too familiar voice rang through the dark. “H-huh”, you lifted your chin as you desperately tried to break free. “That won’t do”, footsteps drew closer, “My bungee gum doesn’t break, not even with skilled nen-users”. “H-hisoka?”, your eyes wide open. “Hm? You remember me?”, his nose brushed against your ear, “Well, I suppose I left a good impression then?”. “F-feitan and Chrollo-“. “Oh, no, no, no”, Hisoka faked a pout, “Your precious boyfriend put me up to this. I’m afraid no one will come to your rescue this time”. “That’s a lie”, your body shaking in fear. “Is it?”, Hisoka’s hand rested on your shoulder, “Let’s see…”.

Your breath hitched as the magician walked in front of you, his phone lighting up in the dark.

“Where is it…”, he scrolled through his phone, “Ah, here:  “Our darling acted out of place. I need you to remind her of what happens to greedy girls”. “N-no-“. “Hm”, a devilish smirk on his face as he held out his phone, “So, what do you say darling? Ready to teach your lesson?”.

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“Had your fun?”, Chrollo’s voice faintly reached your ears. “She’s … Well”, Hisoka chuckled, “She’s extraordinary”. “Where’s she?”. “Where you left her”, Hisoka’s footsteps faded, “Oh, and I may have gone a bit too far”. “What do you mean? I told you to scare her. I told you that you couldn’t touch her”. “Well, I’m sure she’s scared”. “Hisoka?!”, Chrollo’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but the magician was already gone.

He quickened his pace to the room he left you behind.

“Darling? Where are you?”.

You could hear his voice and an unmatched anger rose to your chest.

“Darling?!”, Chrollo’s eyes widened as he saw you curled up on the floor. “D-don’t touch me”, your voice faint. “Darling-“. “Don’t you dare”, your body started to shiver in anger and fear.

Chrollo’s eyes glided over your body. It was only then that he noticed your shirt was torn, and your skirt ripped, a tsunami of fear flooded over his heart.

“W-what did he do?”. “Leave me alone”. “Did he hurt you? Did he-“. “What if he did? You wanted me to learn my lesson, right?”, you darkly chuckled as you covered your head with your arms, “You’re a sick man. I never want to see your face again. I’d rather die here than go with you”. “I didn’t mean for him to hurt you”, Chrollo’s voice broke, “I just wanted him to scare you. You have to believe me”. “And that’s just as sick”, you couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice. “Darling, I’m not leaving you here. You know that”, Chrollo picked you up from the floor, ignoring the bruises on your body.

He expected you to struggle, to scream at him… but he didn’t get any recognition that he even existed. Your silence was far worse than any punch or words you could’ve thrown at him.

"Darling, please. Talk to me", his grip around your body tightened. "Please, don't do this. Don't shut me out. I'm sorry. I really am-". "There's nothing inside", your hand rested on his chest, "At least Feitan has a heart". "Darling", Chrollo wanted to pull you close to show you that he never meant for this to happen; that his jealousy clouded his judgement. "Please, Y/N", Chrollo gently placed you on the backseat, "Forgive me". "Never", you didn't look at him, "I'll never forgive you for this".

---

“Where’s she?”, Feitan was still unaware of everything that had happened. “In her room”. Chrollo seemed more pale than usual, dark bags underneath his eyes. “What have you done?!”. “I didn’t mean to-“. “Huh?”, Feitan threw his bag on the ground, “What have you done?!”. “She’s upstairs”, Chrollo brushed through his hair, “She won’t talk to me anymore, won’t acknowledge my presence”. “Darling?!”, Feitan ran upstairs, his heart filled with worry.

“Feitan?”, you slowly lifted your head from your pillow. “Y/N, what happened?”. “Y-you didn’t know? I know you didn’t! I know you’d never be that cruel”, you started to cry; tears flooding your face. “Y/N, what happened?”, Feitan immediately pulled you in his arms, holding your body close. “C-chrollo left me with Hisoka”. “He what?”, Feitan’s voice suddenly went ice-cold. “He left me with Hisoka to punish me and Hisoka hurt me-“. “What did he do? Show me”, Feitan pulled away studying your body. You slowly showed the bruises on your body. “Did he do anything else?”, Feitan’s touch felt featherlight. “N-no”, you shook your head, “But I think Chrollo believes he did-“. “Doesn’t matter, I’m getting you out of here. You and me. Just us. I’m not leaving you with him for another second”.

Chrollo stood in the hallway, and for once his heart broke. He never felt this sentimental, caring… Sure, you were his favorite and he thought he loved you but this feeling… This was something new. Suddenly, he realized he never loved you, not until now. He wanted to scare you, to punish you properly but he didn’t realize how sick his mind was. How could he do something like this? Even to scare you? How could he do this to someone he loved?

“I don’t want to”, you sighed dramatically. “You’ll have to”. “Nuhu”, you vigorously shook your head. “You realise you’re pretty dumb, right?”. “Fuck off”, you dropped your head to the table. Satoru chuckled in response, “Hey, I may be strong, but I’m not smart”. “You are”, you once again sighed. “Yeah, who am I kidding?”, he smugly replied as he put his feet on the table.

You looked up at him, your chin resting on your textbook. It was almost 7 PM, and the sun had started to set. The room looked draped underneath a soft, red blanket. The relaxed atmosphere left a serene feeling in your heart.

“What do you say?”, Satoru looked out the window as his hands rested behind his head. “What?”. “Want to skip this chapter and grab some take out?”. “Take out?”, you repeated the words. “Sushi or something. I don’t care, honestly”. “I’m tired”, you closed your book with a loud smack and grabbed your belongings. “Tired, huh?”, his voice low. “Yeah, I’m sorry, Satoru”. “What about tomorrow?”.  “I can’t”. “What about Friday?”. “Depends”. “Depends?”, a hit of amusement in his eyes as he leaned forward.

You stood in front of him as he looked up from his seat. For some reason, it felt nice looking down on him. Satoru’s usual cocky behavior seemed completely gone. It felt like he was begging you to hang out with him, like an eager puppy.

“I don’t know if I feel like hanging out with you on Friday”, you smiled before gently brushing through his hair. “See ya, Satoru”. “Yeah, see you tomorrow”, he clenched his jaw as he leaned back in his chair again.

“Man, she’d be jumping in the air if Suguru asked her to hang out”, a pang of jealousy shot through his chest.  

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“Suguru, want to hang out today?”. The class had just ended, and everyone started to pack their bags. “I can’t, I’m sorry”, Suguru coldly answered.

Satoru watched how smitten you looked. A frown written on his face.

“Oh, okay”, you forced a smile, “Maybe some other time”. “Yeah,” Suguru coldly answered as he quickly left the classroom, not even waiting on Satoru. “So strange”, you mumbled to yourself.

Suguru was always a little more reserved than Satoru, but he was never this closed off.

“Want to hang out?”, Satoru stood behind you. “I can’t”, you looked up at him. “You can’t, or I’m not Suguru?”, he awkwardly looked to the side.

Your eyes went round for a second.

“You just asked him to hang out, right?”, he scratched his collarbone. “Hm”, you lowered your eyes. “And he said no, so… Do you want to hang out with me or?”.

You stayed quiet for a second. You didn’t realise Satoru had noticed your effortless attempts to get Suguru’s attention.

“I guess we can study some more-“. “No”, Satoru interrupted coldly, “I’m asking if you want to hang out with me. I want to do something fun with you”. “Like?”. “Like go to the arcade, grab some takeout, chill in our room, watch a movie together, …just something fun”.

You looked around the now almost empty classroom.

“Me? You’re asking me to do something fun with you?”. “I am”, his cheeks slightly reddened. “I guess it’s Friday”, your grip around your bag tightened. “So, what do you say? Are you free, or are you going to lock yourself up with your books again?”, he leaned down, his nose almost touching yours. “I-I guess I can make some time”, you awkwardly shifted your gaze. “Wow, I’m impressed”, Satoru leaned back again. “But”, you lifted your finger, “I only agree to get some takeout and watch a movie together”. “No arcade?”, he pouted. “Nuhu”. “Ugh, fine!”, he walked past you, “Come on, let’s go”.

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“N-no! Why are they-“, you held out your pillow, blocking the screen. “H-hey! I can’t see!”, Satoru grabbed your wrist and moved your pillow from the screen. “I’m scared, Satoru. Aren’t you?”, you pinched your eyes shut. “Scared? We exorcise curses. How can you be scared?”, he gently smacked the back of your head. “This movie is waaaaay scarier than any curse I’ve exorcised”. “Are you scared?”, he patted you on your head, “Is this little girl scared?”. “Stop mocking me!”, you smacked your pillow against him. “Oh, you really are scared”, he kept on mocking, “So cute”. “Ugh, I hate you!”, you smacked him again as you got on your knees in an attempt to have more strength. Satoru started to laugh as he held out his arms in front of him, “You know I’m letting you do this, right? I can easily turn on my infinity and-“. “Oh, fuck your infinity bullshit!”, you giggled, “It can’t hold me back”.

Satoru’s heart started to race. This was the first time he had this much fun despite being stuck in his room with you.

“Fuck my infinity, huh?”, his voice low as he grabbed your waist and pinned you down underneath him.

Your eyes widened as his hands were still resting on your waist, his face so close you could feel his hot breath against your cheeks.

Satoru’s face reddened as he wanted to pull back, but it felt like his hands were glued to your waist. You felt so tiny underneath him; so precious.

You stared at him with big eyes; your cheeks flushed.

Satoru gently pinched your waist as his breathing got heavier.

“H-hmpf-“, you closed your eyes as your hands flew in front of your chest.

 That sound. You sounded so sweet and cute. Irresistible.

Satoru let his nose brush against yours. His hand easily slid underneath your shirt. He studied your face for any signs of rejection, but all he could see were flushed cheeks and big, innocent eyes staring at him. So, he let his lips hover over yours; deciding that if you didn’t want this, you’d give him some sign of rejection.

Satoru waited for a second, but he found no sign whatsoever.

Suddenly, he felt your hands brushing through his white hair, pulling him closer. “You sure?”, his voice rough. “I’m sure”, you nodded before gently kissing him. It was a tender kiss, not something you’d expect from him.

Yes. You’d be the dead of him. He’d been smitten with you since the first time he saw you, but… It was one-sided, right? Everyone knew how crazy you were on Suguru. How you’d begged for his attention. You didn’t feel the same.

“Y/N?”, he pulled away, a serious look on his face. “H-huh? What?”, you lifted yourself on your elbows. “I don’t think this is a good idea”.

“But you… Did I do something wrong?”, your eyes widened. Satoru moved away from you, his back resting against the wall. “Shit”, he brushed through his hair as he dropped his head back. “Satoru?”, you wanted to reach out, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. “You like Suguru, don’t you?”.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Did you like Suguru? Well, yes, or so you’ve always thought, but now you felt different. Could your feelings even change so quickly? What was even happening?

“I guess”, you softly answered. “Yeah, thought so”, he let his arms rest on his knees. “But he doesn’t like me back”, you looked to the side. Satoru stayed silent. He didn’t know. Whether Suguru liked you back. There had been a growing distance between them for the past months. A distance that didn’t seem to close anymore.

“Do you wish he’d been the one that kissed you?”. “Satoru-“. “Yes or no?”. “What kind of question is that?”, you frowned. “So, yes”, he clenched his jaw. “No, that’s not-“. “Look”, Satoru’s blue eyes locked with yours, “I like you. I’ve liked you ever since I met you, but it feels as if you’ve never looked at me the same. You’re always clinging onto Suguru, begging for his attention... and I’m always begging for yours. I can’t be some distraction, someone that distracts you from your feelings for Suguru. I… I guess I want something serious with you, and that’s impossible right now because you don’t feel the same about me”.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You didn’t want to lose him.

“Let’s just forget about what happened, okay? We can still be friends, right?”. “I don’t think I can”, Satoru clenched his jaw, “I love you, Y/N. I really do. I can’t control myself when I’m around you”. “I-I kissed you back, didn’t I?”. “Because you may have some form of attraction toward me, but-“. “Please, Satoru”, your eyes glossy, “I can’t lose you”.

Satoru felt an unexpected weight on his shoulders. Realising he had royally screwed up. Why did he kiss you? Why did he risk your friendship? All while he knew you liked Suguru instead of him.

His mind was made up. He was going to punish you for what you did. You were his and his alone.

Feitan shook his head at the thought. You weren’t his. Not his alone anyway, but he had agreed to share you a long time ago. It was better to have a part of you than nothing at all. “Tsk”, he narrowed his eyes. Feitan felt betrayed more than anything – a feeling you seemed to give him more often than not.

Yes. That feeling you gave him was a sweet justification for what would come. He talked with Chrollo about your punishment and he gave his full permission. A part of him felt excited. After all, he never thought he’d got to treat you so rough again; that he got to punish you like before. With a determined heart, he opened the door to your room.

“Fei!”, you happily jumped from your desk, “Look, I just finished reading this”.

Feitan froze as he noticed your enthusiasm; your glittering eyes that seemed to light up the darkest of nights.

“You see? It’s a classic”, you proudly held it in front of you, “At first it was kind of hard to understand what was happening but now-“.

 Feitan could only watch as you rambled on. It seemed you were unaware of his mood and feelings toward you but still… A part of him enjoyed seeing you like this, despite his anger toward you.

“What’s wrong?”, your hands dropped to your side, “You seem tense. Is something wrong? Can I do something?”.

Why? Why did you have to make everything so hard for him? He wanted to punish you. You deserved to be punished. So why? Why did he feel like this? So soft, so…

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you”, you looked to the ground, “We can talk about something else”. “No”, he hastily intervened, “Tell me more”.

He didn’t want you to stop; to lose that spark in your eyes. He loved seeing you like this.

“Really?”, your eyes lit up again.  “Hm”, he coldly nodded. “Come, sit down!”, you happily jumped on your bed, “I’ll tell you everything”.

Feitan shuddered as your soft touch met his cold skin. He never got used it.

“Besides, where’s Chrollo? He recommended me this”. “Out”, Feitan’s heart shattered a bit. He was supposed to hurt you and here he was, listening to you rambling about a book he couldn’t care less about. “Oh, okay”, you smiled as you gestured for him to lay down on your thighs.

Feitan hesitated for a bit, but he quickly realized he’d never say no to such a luxury.

“Okay so, if you didn’t know this book is called “Metamorphosis”. Franz Kafka wrote this”, you shifted a bit before stroking through his dark hair. “It’s about a cockroach, but it isn’t about a cockroach. Get it?”. Feitan only hummed in response.

Despite is stiff position; he felt more comfortable than ever. It never took him long to doze off like this.

“One day, this business clerk wakes up as a cockroach and his entire family-“.

Those were the last words he heard before he fell asleep. It didn’t take him longer than a minute – as usual.

When he woke up, he found his arms wrapped around your body. You must’ve fallen asleep not too long after him.

Feitan stared at your face. Something he cursed himself for. Were you an angel? Sent by the Lord himself? Or a demon that had him wrapped around your finger? It didn’t matter to him. You had his heart, his soul, his mind… Every part of him belonged to you.

He softly positioned himself on top of you; his hands resting beside your head. “Y/N?”, his voice still rough as he gently moved a strand of your hair. “Hm?”, a frown on your face as you woke up. “Please”, his gaze fixed on your eyes. “Fei?”, you softly grunted as your tired eyes looked at him. “Can I- Can we”, he never felt so unsure. “What?”, your brows pulled together at his strange behavior. “Can you take care of me?”, his eyes seemed cold, but his breathing betrayed how he truly felt. “Oh, you want me to-“, your eyes widened. “N-no, I want you to take care of me”, he coldly looked at you. “I don’t understand”, a confused look in your eyes. “I think I want something else today”, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it against your cheek, “I don’t know what, exactly, but I know that I want to feel as I did earlier”. “Earlier?”. “When you were stroking through my hair… I want that feeling”, he softly guided your hand to his hair.

He didn’t know what he was asking. He didn’t even understand this part of himself or what he craved.

“I think I understand”, you sweetly smiled, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you”.

Feitan watched as you moved away.

“Where are you going?”, he jolted upright. “Well, you asked me to take care of you, right?”, your cheeks reddened. “Hm”, he nodded. “Don’t worry”, you shyly slipped out of your gown, “I’ll take care of you”.

Feitan didn’t answer. Instead, he sat back again.

“You always take care of me”, you gently sat on his lap; your arms wrapped around his neck. “You think I don’t notice everything you do for me?”, you whispered as you massaged the back of his head.

Feitan’s heart started to race. Your voice never sounded so soft.

“Hm”, his eyes were locked to the ground. “Fei?”, you gently wrapped your hands around his cheeks, “I notice everything”.

His eyes widened as he saw the vulnerable look in your eyes.

“D-don't-” he frowned as you pushed against his chest. “Let me take care of you. I promise I’ll make you feel good”, you placed another soft kiss on his cheek.

He wasn’t used to this; for you take control but… It felt nice.

Your hands gently tugged on his belt, eager to see more of him.

Feitan took off his clothes and threw them into the nearest corner of your room.  

“Fei?”, you gently placed yourself on top of him. “What?”, his cold gaze hid every ounce of emotion he felt. “Tell me what you want me to do”, another kiss against his cheek.

“I-I want you to take care of me-“. “How?”, you left a trail of kisses on his chest, down to his stomach. “You know how”, an irritated sigh. “I don’t”, your hand gently stroked his member. “F-fine”, he loudly swallowed, “I want you on top of me… I want you to tell me how much you enjoy being mine and… And I want you to tell me that you, I don’t know, love me or something”.

Your eyes widened as you noticed his stubborn expression. You never saw this side of him. Despite knowing him for so long, you still didn’t know who he truly was; what he was hiding deep inside of him.

You nodded as you shifted on top of him; his member easily sliding into you. “S-shit”, he closed his eyes. He wasn’t used to you being on top. “Fei-“, you slowly started to ride him. “Hm?”, his hands grabbed your waist; guiding you. “I love you”, your hands resting against his chest, “I love you not because you make me feel good but because you take care of me-“. “Y/N-“, he practically moaned your name. “I love the way you look out for me; how you ignore your own needs for me… I love how you look at me and at anyone who dares to look in my direction-“. “S-stop-“, he pressed his head against the mattress.

He didn’t want to come already. Not now. This felt too good to be true.

“I-I love how jealous you get and how good you look when you’re angry at me-“, you picked up the pace, your eyes closed in pleasure. “Y-you like that?”, he admired how your breasts bounced up and down as they invited him them. “I-I do”, you grabbed his hand before he could do so and placed it between your thighs. “F-fuck Y/N-“, he loudly swallowed. “Together?”, you leaned forward as you pressed your lips against his. “H-hm”, he gently grabbed your jaw as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.

It didn’t take long before you both reached your climax.

“Fuck, that felt good”, you softly moaned against his ear. Your body still shaking. “You were amazing”. You noticed how his voice didn’t feel as cold as before. “Fei?”, you gently pulled away. “Yes?”, he softly stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you”, you barely whispered.

For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, but luckily his heart knew.

“Why?”, his head dropped.

Because you never have any time for me.

“Satoru-“, your eyes low. You didn’t mean to hurt him like this, to be insensitive toward his work, but you deserved more. “Are you in love with someone else?”. His voice never sounded so broken. This wasn’t the Satoru you knew. It was only a shell of the man you used to know. “No”, your grip around your bag tightened. “Where are you going?”. “To my old apartment”.

Your mind was made up. You wanted more than this; than what he could give you.

“Don’t do this, please”, desperation fell upon him. He didn’t want you to leave. He loved you, more than anything. “I’m sorry”, a silent tear fell from your cheek. “Don’t be, just stay”, he finally looked up, “We can work through this”.

That’s what you said last time, and the time before that, and before that…

“Satoru, I’m sorry but I… I can’t do this anymore”, you looked into his eyes. “What about Jujutsu High?”, he grabbed the counter behind him. “What about it?”. “We’ll still see each other”. “So?”, your brows pulled together, “Is that all you can think about right now? Work?”.

God, you were so sick of his obsession with his work. Sure, he was the strongest sorcerer and the students needed him, but so did you. Where was he when you needed him?

“Y/N-“, he realised his mistake. “Always thinking about your work”, you chuckled, “You know, I once admired that”. “Please-“, his hand reached out for you knowing it was futile. “But there’s more to life than work. I want someone to take me out to dinner, to surprise me, to go out on dates together. Someone who I can share my life with”, your voice broke. “I will-“, Satoru moved toward you. “It’s too late”, you walked to the door, “You’re too late, Satoru”.

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“Are you serious?”, you tilted your head. “You have to believe me!”, Yuji practically jumped from his seat, “It was Gojo-sensei who stole my book. He said he wanted to read in it”.

The worst part of it all was that you knew your student wasn’t lying.

“And your teacher didn’t think about asking a copy from me?”, your words died out as you realised why he didn’t.

The two of you barely spoke to each other after your breakup. Let alone he’d asked you in private for your copy.

“Why did he need it anyway?”, you placed your own copy on your student’s desk. “Let’s see…”, Yuji looked to the ceiling, “Oh, right! He said he needed to know a bit more about certain cursed objects”. “You can give him my copy”, you looked to the whiteboard behind you, “Now pay attention”.

—-

“You seem tired”, Nanami’s voice reached your ears.

You were resting your head on your desk. You didn’t realise, however, that one of your students left the door open after class.

“Those kids… They’re a handful”, you forced a smile as you straightened your back. “You seem a different kind of tired”, he coldly added as he stood in the hallway. “I guess I am”, you softly chuckled as you massaged the back of your neck. “I heard…”, Nanami seemed to doubt for a second, “About you and Satoru”. “Everyone has by now”, you sighed. The blonde stayed quiet, unsure whether to continue. “It’s fine”, you noticed his internal struggle, “It’s better like this”.

—-

“Don’t forget to write your essays!”, you yelled after your students, “And don’t let Gojo-sensei distract you with his stupid missions! Knowledge is important too!”.

You pinched the space between your brows as you heard their ‘yeah yeah’s’. It was obvious they enjoyed Satoru’s course more, but yours was important too. It was wrong of them to disregard your course like this.

“They are a handful”, Nanami’s voice startled you. “They need to study more”, you shook your head, “I understand that Satoru’s style of teaching is more hands-on and fun but they need to know about cursed techniques and cursed tools, about the history… It’s important”. “Give them time”, Nanami entered the classroom. “Here”, he placed a bag on your desk. “What’s this?”. “Food”, he looked to the ceiling, his hands in his pockets, “You’re skipping meals”. “You noticed?”, your eyes widened. “You’ve lost weight”, he brushed through his hair, “Eat”.

You stayed quiet for a second. This was the first time that someone had paid attention to you. That someone had put in the effort to notice you.

“Thanks”, you softly answered. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of your desk. “Thought we could have lunch together. If you don’t mind”. “N-no, not at all!”, you hastily answered, “I’d like that”.

—-

Satoru wasn’t the only one who noticed the amount of time you spent with Nanami. Even his students noticed.

“Look, look!”, Nobara almost jumped in the air, “Y/N-sensei and Nanami-san are walking together again!”. “They’re just having coffee”, Megumi sighed, “Mind your own business”. “Are they dating?”, Yuji matched Nobara’s energy.

Megumi was the only one who knew about your relationship with Gojo. It wasn’t a secret to the others that worked at Jujutsu High, but it was for the students.

“Gojo-san?”, Megumi tried to distract him, “Can you give me more tips to attract Shinigami?”. “Of course”, Satoru ripped his eyes away from the two of you, “Well, let’s see… Where to start”.

—-

“Everyone did well”, you happily handed them back their assignments, “Please, keep up the good work”. “Y/N-sensei?”, Yuji raised his hand. “Yes?”. “Gojo-sensei gave this back”, he handed back your copy. “Thank you”, you smiled, “Now go on, enjoy your weekend”.

You watched as your students left the classroom.

“Finally, weekend”, you sighed as you picked up your copy. “Huh?”, you watched as a piece of paper fell to the floor.

“I’m sorry about everything. I miss you more than I can take”.

Your heart ached as you recognised Satoru’s handwriting. “It isn’t enough”, you softly whispered to yourself.

“Ready?”, Nanami smiled as he leaned against the door. “Ready”, you hastily put the note away. “You look lovely”, he held out his hand for you to take. “Liar, I look like a mess”. “I’m serious”, his touch felt soft, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen”.

Your cheeks reddened. It was the first date you agreed to go on. Nanami had been asking you for weeks now, but you always refused. That was until yesterday when he showed up with a bouquet full of your favourite flowers. You still didn’t understand how he knew.

“Nothing too fancy, right?”, you watched as he opened the door of his car for you. “I promise”. “Really? Because I just got off work…”. “Don’t worry”, he sat down behind the wheel, “Here”.

You watched as he grabbed a bag from the backseat.

“We’ll stop at your apartment first. You can change”, he smiled, “If you want too, of course”. “What’s this?”, your heart raced.

You carefully opened the bag, only to find a beautiful dress inside.

“You got this… For me?”, you barely whispered. “I’m sorry”, he started to panic, “I didn’t mean to offend you. You look perfect but I knew you wouldn’t feel comfortable going out with your work clothes, and I wanted to surprise you that’s all-“. “It’s perfect”, you tried not to cry, “I… I don’t know what to say”.

You felt his hand on your thigh. His touch felt kind. Kinder than Satoru’s ever did.

“Huh?”, he smirked as he tilted his head, “You can’t be serious”. “I know I’m stronger”, you tilted your chin in the air. “Yo, little Fei. What’d you think? Tell her how she’s no match fo-“. “She’s stronger”, the dark-haired man interrupted coldly. “W-what?!”, Phinks was practically fuming. “See?”, you smuggly answered, “Everyone knows that I’m stronger”. “Really, huh?”, the blonde smirked, “Is that right?”. Your brows pulled together as your eyes studied his. “Straighten up”, Nobunaga gritted through his teeth, “Focus on the mission, will you? Boss was already dissapointed in us last time”.

Your cheeks reddened as you felt his eyes glued to your face.

“I told you I was sorry”, you stubbornly mumbled underneath your breath. “Sorry?”, Phinks chuckled, “It was your fault that girl got away. Boss will never find another ability like hers. You’re lucky we found her again“. “Shut up, Phinks! As if you never-“. Without any warning, you felt the cold metal tip of Feitan’s umbrella pressed against your back. “Shut it”, his voice threatingly quiet, “She’s coming”.

—-

“So, what were you saying?”, Phinks loosely held his beer in his hand. “What?”, you frowned. Both of you were sitting on the ground in your hotel room.

You didn’t know how you two got here. At least not exactly. You remembered going to get some drinks with Feitan, but of course that cold-hearted idiot wanted to leave after a few. Unlike the two of you. And now, it was 5 AM and you were both drunk in your hotel room, laughing over nothing.

“You said you were stronger than me, didn’t you?”, he towered over you as he balanced his beer on your head. “I am”, you looked up at him.

“Cute”, his eyes widened for a second before he quickly regained his stoic expression. “H-huh?”, you smacked against his wrist. “What?!”, he quickly straightend himself. “Did you just call me cute?”, you tried to stand up but it seemed you had a little bit too much to drink. “Pathetic”, a smirk on his face, “You really think you can beat me?”.

You frowned as he took a step closer, swooping his arm around your back to keep you from falling again.

“I know I can take you!”, you pushed him away as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Oh yeah?”, a smirk as he straightened himself, “Proof it”. “Proof it? Right now?”, you frowned. “Right now”, he smugly crossed his arms but before he could do so you had already swooped your leg underneath him. “S-shit”, he grunted as he rubbed the back of his head.

Maybe those beers weren’t a good idea after all.

“What’s wrong? Thought you were stronger”, you smirked as you placed your feet beside his head. The blonde instantly turned his head. Did you not realize you were wearing a skirt? “D-don’t stand over me when you’re wearing that!”, a blush on his face as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you down.

This wasn’t any better. Nope. This wasn’t better at all.

His cheeks were bright red as you were now sitting on his chest, your legs spread next to his head. “I-i”, the blonde stumbled over his words as he noticed your pink slip. “P-pervert!”, your whole body tensed as you raised your leg in the air, smacking your foot against his forehead. “I’m not!”, he hastily threw you off him. “Tsk”, you pressed your eyes together as the blow was a little harder than you anticipated. “Pervert!”, you turned to the side and started to punch him against his shoulder. “Stop that!”, he grabbed both of your wrists.

He cursed himself as you started kicking him. This was no good.

“I didn’t mean to”, he grunted as he pinned your arms next to your head, his knee in between your legs.

Was it because you were drunk or… No. His eyes were beautiful, even when you were sober you thought so…

A blush? Why were you blushing like that? Why were your eyes fixed on his? “Huh? What’s wrong?”, he frowned; unable to read your unspoken words. “N-nothing!”, you hastily looked away.

Was he really this oblivious? Wasn’t it obvious what you wanted?

He suddenly became painfully aware of how fragile your wrists felt; how soft your cheeks seemed; how your chest was heaving up and down underneath him… “T-tsk”, he clenched his jaw. “G-get off me”, you barely whispered.

Phinks stayed quiet for a minute, his grip tightening slightly. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He never thought of you like this. Sure, you were beautiful but so were the other girls in the Troupe. He never wanted to…

“W-what are you-“, you tried to protest as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Shut up”, his cheeks were bright red. “Who do you think you a-“

He crashed his lips against yours. There was no point in letting you finish your sentence. He knew you. You were too stubborn to admit this was what you wanted.

“Y-you-“, your eyes widened as your body relaxed under his touch. “You wanted me to, right?”, his gaze failed to meet yours. “I guess so”, you pouted. “S-so do you-“, his cheeks redder then ever. “Yes, idiot”, you were too embarrassed to admit it in any other way.

This time around, he decided to take his time. With a gentle touch he explored your soft skin.He let his digits hover across your jawline until his thumb softly stroked across your lips.

Despite his appearance, Phinks was a soft man with a gentle heart. “Are you doing this because you’re drunk or because you want to?”, you quietely asked, forcing him out of his trance .

“Both, I guess”, his eyes were still glued to your lips, “I’d never do this if I was sober. I’m not that kind of man”. “Then what kind of man are you?”.

It was a simple question but still, he failed to answer it.

“Not the kind that would kiss his collegue”, his brows pulled together. “A collegue?”, your eyes searched for his, “We’re friends, Phinks. We’re not collegues”.

Did that mean it was okay to take things further? Would it take away all the shame and guilt in the morning?

“Even so…”, he murmured, “Friends don’t do this either”. “I-I guess not”, your heart sank to your stomach.

“What are we doing”, he clenched his jaw as he moved away from you. “L-let’s just forget about this, okay?”, you stood up. “I don’t want to”, he thought out loud as frustration got the best of him.

Everything felt wrong. Everything except you.

“Phinks-“, you gently grabbed his arm, “It’s fine-“.

Why? Why did he kiss you again?

Your hands gently cupped his cheeks as he pulled you closer. Phinks easily picked you up once he realised this wasn’t enough for him. He needed more of you.

You shouldn’t, right? Your hand slowly pinched your thigh as you stared at the ceiling. You didn’t mean to think about Phinks, but there was this unexpected sweetness when he touched you …

You wanted nothing more than to go downstairs, slowly slide down your nightgown and let Phinks ruin you. “Stop!”, you covered your head underneath the sheets, “Fei just forgave you”.

You tossed and turned, but the idea that Phinks was so close made you crazy.

“Fuck”, you forced your eyes shut as you turned to the side. Phinks was your bodyguard for the evening since Chrollo and Feitan had to leave for something ‘important’. This time, however, he was left with clear instructions.

“You only stay downstairs”, Chrollo looked at Phinks. “Feitan will lock her door. You’ll only open it in case of an emergency, got it?”. “Yes boss”, the blonde lowered his head. “We’re watching you”, Feitan coldly added, “Don’t get any funny ideas”. “Of course,” Phinks kept his head low. “Good”, Chrollo smiled, “We’ll be back around 4 AM”.

“Ugh”, you pressed the palm of your hands against your eyelids as a familiar heat rose to your stomach. “Just count some sheep or something”, you muttered to yourself.

“1,2,3…”, you tried to control your breathing.

“You’re divine and right now you’re my goddess”, Phinks’ voice rang inside your head as you relived the memory.

Your legs softly rubbed together at the thought.

“I’d do anything for you”, his needy whimper played on repeat inside your head.

Unwillingly, your hand had slipped between your thighs, gently stroking over the soft fabric of your panties. “C-chrollo and Fei are gone, right?”, you agreed with yourself, “They won’t know”.

You completely disappeared underneath your sheets, scared that they were watching you from the cameras inside your room.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you slowly slipped your hands inside your panties. Somehow, the thought of Phinks fucking you made you wetter than ever. Your body needed him.

“S-shit”, your breath hitched as your fingers tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you. It wasn’t a surprise that they didn’t even come close. “P-phinks”, you moaned his name as you pushed the sheets away from your body.

Your mind was too clouded in pleasure to remember the cameras. Without realizing it, you were calling out his name, trying to imagine what it would feel like if his head was in between your legs right now.

“J-just like that, Phinks”, you arched your back as you pretended that he was placing gentle kisses on your thighs, your fingers slowly sliding in and out of your entrance.

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“My, my”, Chrollo’s cold smile was plastered on his face as he watched you on his phone. “What?”, Feitan frowned as he looked out of the car window. Chrollo stayed silent as he upped the volume of his phone. Feitan’s eyes widened as he heard your soft whimpers. “What the hell is she doing?”, he snatched the phone from Chrollo. “Phinks-“, your soft moan floated through the air. “Wh-what-“, his eyes filled with anger. “Our darling’s misbehaving, again”, Chrollo coldly looked out the window. “Phinks isn’t even with her?!”, Feitan’s grip around the phone tightened.  Unable to tear his eyes away from the video, he decided to crush it. “Come now, little Fei”, Chrollo quickly intervened and returned the phone to his pocket. “I’m going to kill-“, “I’ll handle it”, Chrollo raised his hand as anger flooded to his chest. He didn’t like the thought of you still being unsatisfied when you already had two men at your disposal.

---

“Already back?”, the blonde lazily turned his head away from the TV, his arms widely spread on the sofa. “Tsk”, Feitan clicked his tongue, “Leave”. “What? Did something happen?”, Phinks frowned at Feitan’s dismissive tone. “Nothing at all”, Chrollo loosened his tie. “But it’s only 1 AM”, Phinks now looked at the time on his phone. “We had a slight hiccup”, Chrollo nodded to Feitan. “No”, Feitan crossed his arms. “Fei”, a threatening smile on Chrollo’s face. “I said no”, a cold look in his crescent-shaped eyes. “It isn’t up for discussion”, Chrollo started to lose his temper. No one else would’ve noticed, but Feitan saw how the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Huh?”, Phinks’ brows pulled together. He had no clue what was happening. Chrollo watched as Feitan stubbornly crossed his arms. “Hm”, a hint of mischief in Chrollo’s eyes, “I wanted to agree to your terms, but now I don’t think I will”.

Dark eyes shot to Chrollo’s. Feitan wasn’t having any of this.

“What the hell is going on?”, the blonde now intervened. “Don’t pretend you don’t know”, Feitan snapped at the blonde. “It isn’t his fault that our darling is so needy”, Chrollo’s eyes never left Feitan’s. “Huh?”, Phinks squinted his eyes as his heart fastened.

‘Darling’. Phinks hadn’t stopped thinking about you ever since. He had gathered all his self-control tonight. You’d be screaming his name right now if it were up to him.

Phinks watched as Chrollo held out his phone. “Don’t”, Feitan never sounded so threatening. “Don’t forget your place, Feitan. I’m still the head of the Spiders”. A dismissive grunt could be heard before Chrollo upped his volume once again.

“P-phinks”, your sweet voice hummed through the air. “W-what-“, Phinks eyes widened as he saw your hand between your thighs, your body squirming on top of your sheets.

“You see our ‘little hiccup’?”, Chrollo’s voice burst through Phinks’ thoughts. “Boss”, Phinks immediately lowered his head, “I didn’t do anything. I’m serious-“. “We know”, Feitan interrupted, “We watched you”. “Boss”, Phinks’ heart was racing as he dared to look up.

Despite his desires for you – desires that were highly shared with his fellow members – he’d never dare to defy Chrollo’s wishes. Chrollo was his boss, and he respected him more than anyone.

“Don’t worry”, Chrollo turned his back to Phinks, “Do as you please”. “B-boss?”, the blonde widened his eyes. “Just make sure she doesn’t know that we agreed to this”, Chrollo coldly looked over his shoulder, “She felt guilty last time because Feitan gave her a hard time”. Phinks’ gaze darted towards his friend. “Shut off the cameras”, Feitan gritted his teeth, “I don’t want to hear or see it”. “Oh, and her door isn’t locked”, Chrollo added before walking to the door.

Phinks watched as they both left without saying another word. He had never felt so confused in his entire life. Was this a setup to test his loyalty? Why were you even … to him? You were thinking of him when you were-

Phinks snapped out of his thoughts. His mind was already made up from the second his boss gave permission.

He headed upstairs with a racing heart and silent steps, but once in front of your door, he felt nervous.

Phinks slowly opened your door only to see you fast asleep with a night lamp shining a warm glow over your sheets. He took his jacket off as quietly as possible and threw it on the ground. Even just sleeping with your body against his would be enough.

Your brows unwillingly drew together as you felt two arms wrap around you. “Too big to be Feitan’s”, you thought to yourself.

“Chrollo?”, a sweet smile on your face as you nestled your face against his chest.

God, your raspy voice sent Phinks straight to heaven.

“Guess again”, he gently brushed through your hair.

Your eyes shot open as your entire body froze.

“P-phinks?”, you pushed yourself away, “W-what are you doing here? They’ll-“. “Ssh, they won’t know”, he smiled. “B-but-“. “Don’t worry, they won’t find out. I promise”, his large hand wrapped around the back of your head.

His voice, his scent, the way your entire head almost fitted in the palm of his hand…

“Besides, we don’t have to do anything”, his hand smoothly glided to your waist, “Just laying here with you in my arms is more than enough”.

There it was again. That unexpected sweetness in his touch… His digits felt rough, sure, but when he touched you… Well, it felt as if you were the most important thing in his life.

You stayed quiet for a second, your hands tugging on his shirt before whispering, “It isn’t for me”.

Phinks promised you they wouldn’t find out… So why would you deny yourself the thing you’ve been longing for most?

“I know”, a smug look on his face as he slightly pinched your waist, “I could hear you”. It was a lie, Phinks knew that, but it gave him a certain power that felt too good to resist.

Your heart stopped. That was impossible. There was no way that he could’ve heard you from downstairs… How long was he standing in front of your door before he entered?

“You were calling for me, right?”, his hand moved lower along your curves, “Why? Did you want my help with something?”.

You shyly nodded as you tried your hardest to keep your legs closed.

“Why did you need me?”, he gently turned you on your back as he lifted your shirt. “You weren’t so shy last time”, Phinks let out a low chuckle as his hand gently massaged your breasts. “P-phinks”, you let out a desperate sigh.

One more time. Just one more needy whimper, and he won’t be able to hold himself back. You looked angelic in this light. The warm glow accentuated your plump lips, your dark lashes… No makeup on your face, and still you were prettier than ever.

“Are you an angel?”. There was a sudden seriousness in his voice as he placed his arms next to your head. “You must be”, a love-drunk glaze as his knees slightly parted your legs. “A goddess maybe”, it sounded as if he was talking to himself.

Your eyes widened as Phinks took in your beauty. His digits gently stroked over your collarbone and his lips were close enough for you to reach without too much effort.

“H-hmpf”, the back of your hand darted to your mouth as his digits gently pulled your panties to the side. “I meant what I said”, his eyes locked on yours, “Just sleeping next to you would be enough for me but this-“.

His breathing got heavier as he stroked between your folds.

“This”, he chuckled, “This is what I need”. “Phinks-“, his name was the only thing you could whisper. “That’s it. Open your legs for me sweetheart”, his lips left a small path of saliva on your stomach as he got between your legs.

Yes. This is what you wanted, no, needed.

“Good girl”, he softly bit into your thigh as you arched your back in pleasure. “Fuck”, he chuckled against your slit, “I won’t ever get enough of your taste. So fucking sweet”.

“P-please-“, your hands tugged on his hair, “S-so close-“. “I got you sweetheart, don’t worry”.

Phinks waited patiently for your release, never picking up his pace.

“I can’t wait-“, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he grabbed your jaw a little too rough. “Can I?”, desperation in his eyes.

Could he? Yes. Yes. Yes.

You hastily nodded as you gently cupped his cheeks. His hand moved to your stomach as he slowly entered you.

“S-shit-“.

Were you ever going to get used to his size?

“You alright?”, his eyes shot up to yours. “Feels good”, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your walls felt so warm around him. His body was made for yours; his goddess that he’d worship until the end of his life.

“I’m not going to last long”, he grunted as his hand cupped your breast. “Me neither-“, you chuckled as a familiar heat rose to your stomach. “F-fuck”, his head dropped to your shoulders as you came undone around him. He didn’t dare to move as the slightest of friction would make him come.

“That felt so good”, you sloppy kissed him. “I-I’m-“, Phinks eyes were glued to your expression. “You can come. It’s fine”, your hands glided down his back, gently pushing him into you.

“F-fuck”, Phinks sighed in your ear as he came inside of you, “I’m all yours, you know that? You’re the only girl for me”.

Was this how Chrollo and Feitan felt? Because, honestly, he couldn’t blame them for keeping you locked up in here. You were worth more than the most precious of diamonds.

---

“Turn that shit off!”, Feitan lost his temper – a thing he rarely did. “She never-“, Chrollo pressed his lips together as he sat on the edge of the bed. Even he started to lose his temper. “I’m going to kill him”, Feitan angrily kicked against one of the chairs in the hotel room, “He did that on purpose! I told him to shut the cameras off, told him I didn’t want to see anything! Dead. That blonde haired idiot is dead-“.

Chrollo wanted to agree with Feitan. How could you treat Phinks with so much kindness? Your voice sounded even softer as it did with Feitan – something Chrollo always envied – but with Phinks? Why? What did he offer that they didn’t?

“And her-“, Feitan turned around, his eyes darkened, “I could kill her too. Who the hell does she think she is- No, wait-“, for the first time, Feitan’s mind was a mess. “This is your fucking fault! You let him touch her again”.

“I know”, Chrollo’s knuckles went white, “Never again, Feitan”.

Feitan widened his eyes as he sensed an unknown emotion laced with Chrollo’s aura.

“You can’t keep on doing this”, your eyes glossy, “You can’t keep hurting me like this”. “Are we seriously going to do this again?”, he raised his hands in frustration. “What? Am I not allowed to say something about it?”, your eyes widened in disbelief. “She’s just a colleague. How many times do I have to tell you?”.

Satoru normally never raised his voice at you, he’d never look this upset, but somehow the name ‘Utahime’ always set him off.

“I’ve known her since I was just a kid. What do you expect me to do? Ignore her? Stop doing my job every time we need to work together because you’re insecure?!”. “Insecure?”, you chuckle, “That’s not what this is about”. “Oh, it is”, he raised his voice even more, “It’s fucking pathetic how insecure you are, you know that? If I had known you’d be such a pain-“. “Really?”, a tear now streaming down your cheek, “What? You’d what?”.

A glimpse of compassion could be seen in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to stop this argument. Since he got sent on a mission with Utahime a couple of days ago, the tension between the two of you was unbearable. And why shouldn’t it? He always had to work together with Utahime, even though there were plenty of other options. What about Nanami? Or Atsuya? Even Shoko would be fine, but why her? Always her.

“Fuck Y/N”, Satoru sighed before sitting down on the couch, “It’s 1AM, I’ve just got home… I’m tired too, you know?”. “Tired?”, you chuckled, “From what? Hanging out with Utahime? Having dinner together? Wow, must be tiring”. “Yeah, that’s all I do”, he angrily stood up again, “It’s not like I put my life on the line or anything just to save others”.

He was now standing in front of you, towering over you like a hawk. A sharp pain of guilt shot through your chest. You knew he had a dangerous job, and even though he was strong, there was never any guarantee that he’d return home.

“You know what? At least Utahime understands me”, his tone harsh as he turned back around.

Fire. That’s all you could feel in your chest. Whatever guilt you felt was completely gone now.

“Fine!”, you angrily grabbed your coat, “You should ask her to live with you because I’m leaving. You’re such an arrogant asshole!”.

You didn’t care about your voice cracking, or about not knowing where to go. You were done with him.

“Where the hell are you going?!”, his head darted over his shoulder, “Wait a minute!-“, he made his way to the door. “Don’t you dare touch me! Go talk to your precious Utahime”, you slammed the door shut behind you.

You often found yourself wishing he’d stop you from leaving during an argument, but not this time. The words that he had spat out like venom were too much for your heart to take.

“Fuck!”, Satoru let out a frustrated curse before he headed to the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do or how to feel. “She’ll be back soon”, he muttered the words to himself.

But you weren’t back soon. After an hour or so, he decided to call you.

“Huh?”, his plump lips parted as he heard the familiar ringtone. “She’s got to be kidding me”, he walked to the kitchen where your phone, your keys and your wallet seemed to be. “Great, she’s out at 2 AM without her phone or her wallet”, his voice mixed with concern and agitation. “And then she gets angry when I tell her she’s a pain in the ass”, he angrily grabbed his keys before heading toward his car.

Satoru searched for over an hour. He called every hotel, went to every gas station, every spot where you could be right now. He even called your parents to see if you were there.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, his hands tightened around his steering wheel, “Where the hell is she?”.

He didn’t care about the fight anymore. He just wanted to see you, to hold you and make sure you never leave him like that again.

“Maybe…”, he looked out the window, “I don’t think she’ll be there though”.

He was talking to himself like a madman, but he had to do so to keep his mind from spinning off to the worst-case scenarios.

“It’s worth a try”, he softly spoke before turning his car around.

It was a 10-minute drive, but his heart felt so tired. He’d been killing curses for the last couple of nights, and he desperately could use some sleep. Not to mention how much stress he was under right now. What if a man had gotten to you? That would be far worse than any curse out there. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to him? Did you really not know how much he loved you?

“Thank God”, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw your silhouette sitting on the grass, “I’m going to put a chip in her. This is the first and last time she’s doing this to me”.

He wasn’t angry, but a hint of disappointment could be heard in his footsteps. He was worried sick, and you were sitting in a park in the middle of the night. Did he seriously have to tell you how dangerous that was? Especially without a phone or anything else.

“You idiot”, he spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“H-huh?”, his voice startled you as you looked behind you. You could see him standing a couple of feet away from you.

“What if a guy saw you like this? What if he took you? What if he-“, Satoru clenched his jaw at the thought. “I’d never forgive myself”. “Thought you only worried about Utahime. Since she understands you-“. “Are you seriously still worried about that?”, he sat down beside you.

Yes. And no. You knew Satoru loved you, more than anyone or anything, but he barely gave you confirmation. Sure, he was kind, and he did everything in his power to give you a comfortable life, but it’d be nice to hear him say he loved you more often.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”, you tucked your knees to your chest. “You don’t think I know my girl?”, he chuckled as he leaned back, his eyes studying the sky.

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, a small smile on your face. And it didn’t go unnoticed.

 “Aw, is my girl blushing already?”, he playfully pulled you closer. “Satoru-“, you let out a sigh. “I know, I know”, he loosened his grip, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll speak to those old bastards, tell them that I don’t want to be paired up with her again”. “A-are you serious?”, your eyes widened as you now looked up at him. “Sure”, he gently placed his thumb under your chin, “Anything for my girl”.

You practically jumped on him after he spoke those words.

“I love you”, you were sitting on his lap, eyes locked on his. “I -I love you too”, the words came out a bit awkward and not as fluent as you’d like.

Satoru noticed the disappointment in your eyes.

“H-hey, it’s still as awkward for me as the first time”, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, “You remember that, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here”.

His smile always seemed to lighten your mood.

“Where’s she?”. Dabi seemed unusually paranoid. His eyes were wide open and his chest heaving up and down as he tried to hold himself straight against the door he just swung open. “I don’t know-“. Shigaraki didn’t get to finish his sentence as Dabi raised his voice, “You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt”, Dabi took a step closer,  drops of blood dripping down his eyes. “She got in the way”. “I told you she would. I told you she’d try and protect those damn heroes”. “Why does it matter? She doesn’t care about you. She hates you-“. “I don’t care”, Dabi raised his voice yet again as anger clouded his judgment, “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her”. 

Dabi watched as his ‘boss’ stirred his drink, an uninterested sigh before Shigaraki finally looked up at him.

“She’s staying in the Jaku General Hospital. One of the nurses told our informant she’ll be fine”. Dabi slowly relaxed his fists, his eyes lowering a bit as he put on his unbothered mask again. “Her quirk, however, is gone”. “What do you mean?”, his heart started to race again. 

Dabi knew how much your quirk meant to you, and to him. You looked so beautiful when your angelic wings appeared; when that godlike glow hovered over you as you spread your wings. You were the epitome of good. You were always protecting others with your wings that could catch bullets and hold back the hottest of fires, … You were an angel sent to him, an angel that showed him maybe even he could become someone better; something more. 

“Her wings”, Shigaraki closed and opened his fists, “I touched them when she jumped in front of Deku. I thought I fucked up, thought she’d die but, apparently, only her wings disintegrated”. “You what?”, Dabi tilted his head, blue flames emerging from his hands. “It wasn’t my fault. I wanted to hit that brat”, Shigaraki sighed, “She just suddenly appeared in front of me, I didn’t see her coming. You know I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her”. 

Dabi tried to process what had happened and - as he studied Shigaraki’s behaviour - concluded that he wasn’t lying. Even that brute was mesmerized by your quirk. He asked Dabi multiple times to try and recruit you, but Dabi would never do something as idiotic. You were an angel with your whole life before you, not some lowlife scum who had nothing better to do than plot your revenge against the world. 

---

He told himself he wouldn’t visit you, that he wouldn’t disrupt your much-needed space, but he couldn’t stay away. Dabi gently opened your door. The moonlight manifested through the curtains on your sheets with different stripes; giving him barely enough clarity to see your broken figure. He hated himself for this. He should’ve been there to protect you, even if you hated him, even if Shigaraki would get mad at him…

“Who’s there?”, your broken voice tore through the silence. Dabi froze as he noticed you didn’t even bother to look who was there. “Just kill me, please”, you whispered, “Whoever you are, you’re doing me a service”. “

His heart shattered at your request. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must feel now your quirk was gone. 

“You know I can’t”, he tried to sound as kind as he possibly could. “What are you doing here?”. “I wanted to check up on you”. “Check up on me?”, you chuckled as your gaze was focused on the flowers beside your bed. “I’m doing fine. Thank you”. “Why do you do this?”, Dabi walked toward the flowers, “Why do you push me away?”. “Because I hate you”, you watched as his burned fingers flicked through the flowers, as if he was browsing through some magazines. “You don’t hate me”, he chuckled, “You hate how I make you feel. Isn’t that right, doll?”. 

His eyes studied your face. He knew you weren’t going to answer. You were too stubborn to give in to your feelings. He knew that. After all, you only came to him when you had nowhere else to go. When your little hero friends were too busy saving the day instead of you. Because you needed to be saved too. From yourself. There were times when you couldn’t get out of your bed; when you couldn’t even stand to see anyone else other than him. 

“Leave”, your voice cracked. “Like everyone else?”, his rough digit brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Where are your friends now? When you need them the most? Where were they when you needed someone to protect you?”. 

You, once again, stayed silent. He was right. Where was Aizawa? Where was All Might? Or even Kayama? 

“Don’t touch me”, you turned onto your other side. 

Dabi’s eyes widened. He could see the bandages wrapped around your entire body. There were only traces left of your wings, ones which you didn’t seem to get rid of. He hated to see you like this. It hurt him more than he would care to admit. 

“The nurse said they’ll fall off eventually”, you said as you heard a soft gasp, “I don’t have any control over them anymore”. “I see”, his nails pressed into the palm of his hand. “Now get out”, you never sounded so cold before.

“I don’t want to leave”. 

He started to get a bit angry. After all, he only was good enough for you when you needed him. But what about him? What about the times he needed someone? You were always making demands; telling him how much you hated him, but when push came to shove you were always crying into his arms. Always begging him to never leave you, only to push him away again.

“Leave or I’ll call the police”. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw, “Always what the princess wants. Do you even care what I want?”. “No”, you didn’t hesitate to answer. “Right”, Dabi chuckled, “Of course. I’m only a villain, right? The beauty can’t be seen with the beast… How silly I was to think I meant anything to you-“. “How silly indeed”, you coldly added.

Your words felt like bullets to him. You always knew how to pierce through his rough skin, right into his heart. 

After that night, Dabi hadn’t heard from you. He kept his eye on you though. Every so often tracking you, trying to see what you were up to, but it seemed you barely left your house anymore. Likewise, anyone barely ever visited. It seemed you had isolated yourself. Even to him. 

--- 

You were watching TV as a live broadcast interrupted your show. You could see, what seemed like a couple of members of the League of Villains fighting against some pro heroes.

 “Dabi”, you widened your eyes as you placed your cup of noodles on the floor next to you. He was standing on top of a roof, blue flames surrounding him. From what you could see, blood was dripping down his entire body. He was tired. His body was giving up on him. 

You didn’t know why you got up and dressed yourself in a hurry, or why there was a fire in your heart, but you felt the need to protect him. Even without your quirk. 

“Shit”, you placed your hand in front of the sun. Your eyes weren’t used to that much sunlight anymore. You only went outside when it was entirely necessary. The paparazzi in front of your door made you so anxious during the first couple of months that you stopped going outside altogether. 

You ran through the city, ignoring the sirens around you. 

“H-huh?”, you froze as you felt a police officer holding you back. “I’m sorry”, he looked at you, “Only pro heroes can-“. 

Your heart sank to your stomach. He was right. You weren’t a pro hero anymore. What were you going to do? Besides, you wanted to protect a criminal. What were you thinking? 

“Dabi-“, your eyes shot upwards as you heard his laugh. He was standing before the building now, his hand on his face as blood dripped onto the concrete ground. “Dabi!”, you raised your voice as you noticed Aizawa’s bandages shooting through the sky. 

You didn’t know how, but within a flash, you were standing before Dabi. Tears in your eyes at the thought he might get hurt. 

“Y/N?”, his eyes went round as he noticed your sudden appearance, “Y-your wings-“. “M-my wings?”, you looked to the side, your voice shaking. 

God, you used to be beautiful with your white wings but now… 

Wings as dark as the night had emerged from your back, even bigger than your white ones used to be. The golden glow that made you look like an angel was replaced with flames engulfing your entire wings. Burning feathers dropped to the ground as you gently shook them. 

“My wings-“, you looked at Dabi, a smile on your face. “What are you doing?!”, Aizawa shouted from behind you, “Get out of the way! Dabi’s dangerous-“. “Where were you?”, you looked over your shoulders at your former friend. “W-what?”, Aizawa narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What kind of friends, huh?”, you chuckled as you slowly turned around, lowering your wings. “I’ve been rotting inside my home, all by myself. You didn’t even bother to visit-“. “This isn’t the right moment-“, Aizawa tried to interrupt but you wouldn’t let him. “You’re going to pay”, you softly chuckled, “All your so-called pro heroes… You’re all rotten from the inside. You don’t care about anyone other than yourselves”. 

Dabi stayed quiet. He didn’t recognize you, but he liked the new you. You seemed more powerful than ever; even more beautiful than he could ever imagine.

“We’ll make them pay, won’t we doll?”, his hand on your back. “Hm”, your eyes fixed on Aizawa, “We will”. 

You opened your wings again before you released your new quirk. Within seconds, the street was filled with orange and blue flames, making it perfect to escape.

“My, my, my”, Dabi let out a low chuckle as he entered the headquarters of the League, “Did you make a deal with the devil?”.

You smirked, “I am the devil”. 

Dabi would lie if he said he wasn’t scared of you right now. You were nothing like the girl he used to know. You were once a source of light, but now, only darkness seemed to surround you.

“That’s my doll”, he shook his head as he moved closer; his rough hands cupping your cheeks. “Without you, I would’ve been dead by now”. “I know”, you softly grabbed his wrist, “I couldn’t stand the thought”. “You wanted to protect me, even without a quirk? Am I that special?”, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“You are”, you smiled before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, “You always were”. 

“Tsk”, you smirked as you looked up. “What’s wrong? Scared of losing?”, Gojo hovered over you, his hand resting against the wall. “You know it wouldn’t be a fair fight”. “I’ll hold back, don’t worry”, his voice low.

Butterflies rose to your stomach. There was always this tension between the two of you. He always teased you, touching your arm a little bit too long, his hand touching your ass on ‘accident’… 

“Fine”, you pushed yourself from the wall, slightly bending your head so you could escape him, “I’ll see you on the field after dinner”. “You serious?”, he chuckled. “After dinner”, you looked over your shoulder, a smirk on your face. “Hold on a second”, he stepped towards you, “What’s in it for me? We both know you’re going to lose”. “Just spit it out”, you rolled your eyes. You knew he had something in mind. “I get to take you out on a date”. “A date?”, you laughed, “With you?”. “Or we can skip the date and go straight to my room”, he hummed. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief as the corners of your mouth curled into a smile. “You don’t have to deny your feelings toward me”, his index finger tilting your chin up, “I’ve seen the way you look at me”. “You’re crazy”, you actively avoided his gaze, afraid you’d gotten too wrapped up in his game. “Don’t mistake me for one of your idiotic girlfriends”, you scoffed, “I’m not that easy to impress”. “I know, that’s why I like you”. 

Your eyes unwillingly went round. You knew Gojo. How bold he could be. Yet he never did so with you until now. 

“See?”, a soft chuckle before he pulled away, “Don’t lose on purpose. I’ll take you out anyway”. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to go on a date with you”, you scoffed before turning around and walking off.  

---

“This all you got?”, Gojo’s foot resting on your chest, his hands in his pocket. “That’s disappointing… Or did you lose on purpose?”. “You weren’t holding back”, your hands wrapped around his ankle. “You’d be dead within a second if I didn’t”, he leaned towards you, “We had a deal, remember?”. “Whatever”, you looked to the side, your lips pressed together. “Tomorrow, 8 PM”, he smirked before stepping away, his hand now reaching for you. “Fuck off”, you slapped his hand away. “Where are you taking me anyway?”. Your eyes locked on the ground as you swiped some grass and dirt from your clothes. “Who knows?”, his hand in his pockets again as he walked away, “Wear something nice”. 

--- 

“I’m coming”, you hurried to the door as you heard Gojo knock on your door. “Finally”, he sighed as he looked at the ceiling. “You’re early”, you looked down to put your phone in your purse as you heard a soft gasp followed by a forced cough. “What?”, you looked up with a raised eyebrow. 

He was leaning against the door frame with one arm, his eyes locked on you. There was this slight, almost unnoticeable blush on his face. 

“Nothing”, he stood up straight, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late”. “Where are we going?”, you asked as you closed your door. A moment went by before he answered, causing you to think there was something wrong. “A famous cocktail bar”, he replied far more quietly than normal. “What’s wrong? You don’t like my dress?”, your heart sunk to your stomach as you noticed his unusual expression. “No, it’s just-“, he cleared his throat as he brushed through his hair. “Just what?”. “Fuck”, he let out a low chuckle that send butterflies through your entire body. “Look at me, you’re the first girl that’s ever left me speechless. If you’d let me, I’d have you up against the wall right now, but you’re not that easy, right? You’re not like the others, hm?”, he closed the distance between you two, his hands now resting on your waist. You could only stare into his eyes, your words stuck inside your throat as your hands clutched onto your purse. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t considering skipping the formalities. The two of you knew what was going to happen tonight, how far you’d let him take things… But it was more fun to play hard to get, wasn’t it? 

“You’re delusional”, you placed your hand against his chest, softly pushing him away. “Hm”, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest, “We’ll see”. 

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“That was fun”, you leaned back against the leather seat as the driver started the car. “Where do you want to go?”, his elbow leaning on the window as his hand supported his head. He had this devilish look in his eyes that made it hard for you to focus. “My place or yours?”. “My place”, you shook your head as you smiled, “I told you I’m not that easy. Not even when I’m tipsy-“. You widened your eyes as you felt his hand on your thigh, softly pulling up your dress, “My place then?”. You barely managed to nod as heat flushed to your cheeks. 

You watched as Gojo told the driver the address. He looked handsome. He always did, but tonight was different. Probably because he was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A completely different style than his usual uniform. His white hair looked a little bit messier than usual, probably because it was a windy outside, but it didn’t matter. Gojo looked even better with his hair like that, even more nonchalant and cocky. 

“Are you serious?”, Yuji’s sighed. “Yeah. She needs to go. She can barely stand”, Nobara turned her phone away from you, “But she doesn’t want to leave. You’ll probably need to drag her out of here”. “Don’t worry. I’m on my way”, Yuji put down his phone before starting his car. 

—-

“Let’s see who’ll give up first”, you smirked as you took another shot. “Oh? You sure you want to do this with me?”, the man smiled. 

God, Yuji couldn’t take this. You were drunk and flirting with a random guy who probably wanted nothing more than to take advantage of you. And why were you wearing that dress? Your breasts were practically falling out of the thin fabric… 

“Enough”, Yuji angrily grabbed your glass. “What’s wrong?”, the man grabbed his shoulder, “I’m sure she can take care of herself”. 

If you weren't struggling to stand, Yuji would have punched that idiot in the face, but you were his priority now. He just needed you to be safe.

“She obviously can’t. You realize this man is twice your age, right?”, Yuji’s eyes never left you. “F-fuck off Yuji”, you drunkenly hiccuped, “T-toji’s really nice and kind”. “Are you really that stupid? You know damn well what he’s after”. “So? I-it’s none of your business!”, you pushed him away. “I think it’s best if you leave”, an awful smirk on the man’s face, “She’s a grown woman”. 

Fuck, you could be so frustrating sometimes. He just wanted you to be safe. Was it that hard for you to see? 

“Fine”, he chuckled, “Have fun with that idiot over here”. The man stayed quiet, a defiant look in his eyes before he pulled you behind him. “Who is that kid? Is he your boyfriend or something?”. “No, of course not!”, you pulled a disgusted face as Yuji walked to Nobara. She’d been watching everything from a distance. 

His heart ached a little at your remark. Would it be so bad if he was your boyfriend? Would you rather have strange men groping-

“Shit”, Nobara sighed as she pinched the space between her brows. “What?”, Yuji angrily followed her gaze. He could see the man’s hand gliding down to your ass, softly pinching the soft flesh before he decided to leave it there.

This wasn’t going to happen. You were leaving, right this second. 

“Fuck Y/N!”, Yuji angrily pulled you toward him, “You’re coming with me”. “She doesn’t want to leave, right sweetheart?”. “Don’t you dare touch her again”, Yuji balled his fists. He didn’t care if he was going to get kicked out. He wasn’t leaving you here with that pervert. “Y-yuji!”, you tried to stand up straight but the booze had made your brain foggy. “Shut up”, he swooped his arm behind your knees as he lifted you from the ground. “Leave her”, the stranger grabbed Yuji’s shoulder again. 

Okay. This was it. He was going to punch that idiot. 

However, Nobara had done the sensible thing and informed the bouncer of your little dispute. “Is there a problem?”. “That pervert here is groping on her body while she’s clearly drunk”, Yuji held you close to him, ignoring your drunken pleas to stay. The bouncer looked at Toji before turning back to Yuji, “She’s your friend?”. “Hm”, he held you even closer. “Think it’s best if he takes her home”, the bouncer looked at the older man. “Whatever”, Toji smirked, “Enough chicks in here anyway”. “Nobara, you staying?”, Yuji tried his hardest to ignore the stranger. “Yeah, called Maki. She’s coming”. “M-maki? N-now I want to stay too!!!”, you dropped your head, looking at the world upside down.

Yuji gritted his teeth in response. How could you be so reckless? You told him you weren’t going to get drunk. It was supposed to be a fun night with your friends, but you had to overdo it. 

“Happy now?”, the pink-haired boy gently fastened your seatbelt. “Nobara’s worried sick about you”. “S-she’s boring”, a drunken hiccup. “No. She knows when she’s had enough. Unlike you”. “H-hey! L-let me out! I want to go back!”, you tried to open your door. “You’re not going anywhere”, he started his car, “Just close your eyes or something”. 

The drive home didn’t go smoothly. No. You had to keep complaining. Saying he’d kidnapped you, yelling at him, telling him that it wasn’t his business… 

“H-hey this isn’t my place! I-it’s yours!”, you folded your arms, making it even harder for your friend to get you out of his car. “You’re not sleeping alone”. “Exactly! I’m calling t-that guy from the bar-“. 

Yuji had been patient with you, despite your accusations, but he’d had enough. 

“Enough”, he roughly picked you up, carrying you inside. “You’re staying here, got it?”, he tried to be as kind as possible while laying you down on his bed, but your kicking and scolding made such a simple task impossible. 

He’d never seen you like this. Sure, you were always a pain in the ass when you were drunk, but not like this. You were always kind to him, maybe even more than when you were sober. 

“Fuck Y/N. Can’t you see I’m just trying to help you? Why are you acting like this?”, his eyes round in surprise. “Because you kidnapped me! It’s none of your business who I sleep with and-“. “Sleep with?”, a soft chuckle, “You really wanted to sleep with that guy?”. “So? He was handsome-“. “Handsome? Is that all it takes for you to open your legs?”. 

He was harsh. Too harsh. It wasn’t his place to say something like that, but... Well, to be honest... He did have a little crush on you. Okay, not just a little, and even though it was hard to admit, it hurt when you said something like that. 

“Get out”, you almost whispered. He knew he fucked up when he noticed the shift in your tone. “I didn’t mean it like that”, his voice soft now. “Get out Yuji”, a last warning. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw, “Pretend I’m the bad guy for keeping you safe”. “Safe? You just ruined my entire night!”. “I’m sorry that I fucked up your one-night stand. How could I be so rude?”, he sarcastically replied. “You know that guy was at least 40, right? He could’ve drugged you, hurt you, done all kinds of things with you-“. “Just leave me alone!”, drunken tears now streaming down your cheek, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you”. 

“Hate?”, he smacked his lips as his heart shattered. 

“You always do this. You always ruin my chances with everyone. Why? Why do you do that?”. 

T-that wasn’t right. He never… But he did, didn’t he? Every time you went out. Every time he saw you were clinging onto a boy’s arm, every time you looked at a boy with something more in your eyes… He always swooped in, pretending to save you, but you were a grown woman, and he was only your friend. 

“I never meant to-“. “You know?”, you interrupted him, “If you had the balls to ask me out, I probably would’ve said yes. In fact-“, you sat up straight before continuing. “I’ve waited for months but you never asked me and it’s fine, you know? You don’t have to ask me out, but you can’t just ruin everything else for me”. 

Yuji could do nothing but watch as tears kept rolling down your cheek onto his sheets. 

“When have I ever done the same? I’ve watched how you’ve kissed random girls in the club, or when you’re out on another date… And I’ve never complained, not once, because I want you to be happy”. “B-but that guy was a pervert-“, he tried to intervene. “B-but but but”, you angrily raised your voice, “There’s always an excuse”.

What were you even telling him right now? That you feel the same? 

“Y/N-“, he tried to come closer. “No, stay away!”, you angrily threw your heels toward him. 

God, he hated this. This was the last thing he wanted. 

“Fine”, he raised his hands, “Just let me know if there’s anything you need, okay?”. 

He waited for a response but when he realized he wasn’t getting one, he just left. It was needless to say that he couldn’t find sleep. He tried over and over again to understand what just happened, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around your behavior. 

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”, he murmured to himself before he sat down on his couch. 

He wasn’t a bad guy. At least, that’s what he thought but when he saw you like that… The way you cried, the hate in your eyes… It’s true, he never asked you out but that was because he never thought you’d like him back. He wasn’t your type. You always used to whisper to Nobara how much you adored Megumi, how cute he was, and how much you liked him… He always thought you liked his best friend instead of him.

“4 AM?”, Yuji’s heart sank to his stomach. He was worried about you. 

One look wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure you were safe and sound. What if you had thrown up? That was dangerous, right? Yes. Just one quick look into his room just to be sure.

He opened his door as gently as possible. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up. “Y/N?”, his heart shattered as he could hear your silent sobs. 

Were you still awake?

“Y/N?”, he repeated at a lack of response. “W-what?”, you softly replied. “Why are you crying? Is everything alright?”. “I’m not crying. I’m fine”, you lied as you pulled the sheets closer to your face. All in a futile attempt to hide your tears. “You’re not”, Yuji softly sat down beside you, one hand resting on your waist as he signaled you to roll over. “What’s wrong?”, he gently pulled the sheets away from your face as he hovered over you. “I just don’t get it”, you rolled over, your face now buried into his lap. “What?”. “Why haven’t you asked me out? Is something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough? What have I done wrong?”. 

He stayed quiet for a bit. He didn’t want to say something to upset you, but he wasn’t sure this was a conversation to be held right now. You were obviously still drunk. 

“You can’t even answer”, you broke down again. “N-no”, he awkwardly placed his arm around you, “I like you, you know that”. 

“Just as a friend?”. 

A sudden panic rose to his head. You wouldn’t ask something like this when you were sober. 

“Not exactly”, he awkwardly shifted his back. “S-so more than a friend?”, your sobs suddenly stopped. “Y/N-“, he tried to change the topic of the conversation but you wouldn’t let him. “Yes or no?”. “Yes”, he shyly replied, his gaze fixed on his window. “Then why haven’t you asked me out?”. “Because I thought you liked Fushigoro”. “Megumi?”, your brows pulled together. “Yeah”, he massaged the back of his neck. “N-no he’s like a brother to me”, you looked up at Yuji. Even in the darkness of the night seemed his eyes to shine. He always had this spark to him, something he never lost. “Look, we’ll talk about this in the morning. When you’re sober and-“, his heart stopped when he felt your soft hand on his wrist. “Y/N?”, he nervously chuckled as his cheeks reddened. 

He normally wasn’t this flustered. He could pick up girls and rarely failed to do so if he wanted, but you were different. He cared about you. Somehow you made him feel a little lost. 

“I never wanted to go with that guy”, your voice steady, “I wanted Nobara to call you”. “Huh?”, he knitted his brows in confusion. “I wanted to see you, to make you jealous”, your cheeks now cherry red. “But-“. “I’m in love with you, okay?”, you finally raised your eyes. 

God, he tried to process what you told him, to figure this all out but… 

“Fine”, you clenched your jaw, “If you’re not going to do it…”. “W-what?”. 

He didn’t like this. The way his heart fluttered, the way his face felt like it was on fire… 

His eyes went round as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips suddenly on his. 

This wasn’t right. He was supposed to kiss you, not the other way around… He didn’t want you to feel unsure, to think he didn’t want this.

So, without thinking twice, he let his hands explore your body. As gentle and careful as possible, of course. He wasn’t a savage. He respected you. His digits exploring the fabric of your little, black dress… Only slowing down when he felt your bare skin. 

Yes. He wanted more. So much more. Especially when you sat up a little straighter, your arms wrapped around his neck, singing cute, whimpering noises into his ear… He knew you wanted more too. You made it so clear when you guided his hands to your curves… 

“Slow down”, he sweetly smiled. “W-why?”, you sounded out of breath. “Because we’re not going to take this further. Not now”. “You don’t think I’m pretty enough?”, your eyes suddenly hanging low. “Are you crazy?”, he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You’re more than perfect but I respect you too much. We’re not doing this when you’re drunk”. “B-but I’m not drunk anymore!”, you protested. “Not as drunk”, Yuji corrected you. “Look, just get out of your dress. You can sleep in my shirt”. “But Yuji-“. “I’m serious”, his tone a bit harsher than usual. “You need to get some rest. Come here”. 

He gently picked you up as he walked to his bathroom. 

“Here, you can brush your teeth”, he grabbed a new toothbrush from his cabin. “Thanks Yuji”. “And here”, he happily handed you one of his shirts, “Call me if you need anything”. 

He waited patiently for you as he put on shorts and a shirt to sleep in. Yuji made sure your dress and shoes were neatly tucked away in his closet as he laid out a sweatshirt for you to wear in the morning. It tended to get a little cold in his apartment at this time of the year and -

His thoughts stopped as you suddenly stood before him, looking way too cute in his shirt. “Thanks”, you sweetly smiled as you noticed he’d neatly tucked your belongings in his closet.

His shirt was way too big, and it didn’t fit you at all. Yet, it somehow fitted you better than anyone else. His shirt had never looked so good on someone, not even on himself. 

“D-don’t worry”, a nervous chuckle. “Night Yuji”, you gently kissed his cheek before crawling under his sheets. “Goodnight”, he tried to take his eyes away from you but failed to do so. “What are you waiting for?”, one of the sweetest whispers he’d ever heard. “Huh?”. “Come here, silly”, you opened the sheets as you made room for him. “I-I already told you-“. “I just want to cuddle”, you giggled. “O-oh right”, he nervously scratched the back of his neck. 

Your body felt so warm, so soft, so … God, you were driving him crazy. You fitted perfectly into his arms. 

“Night, Itadori”. “Itadori?”, he murmured as his nose was already pressed into your hair; taking in your sweet scent. 

You never called him by his first name; no one did.