Sukuyuj

synopsis: they find out you fainted during your period.

characters: sukuna, toji

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

CONTAINS: piv, face sitting, f receiving, m receiving, slight exhibitionism, spanking, size kink, & squirting.

NANAMI

۶ৎ first time going raw

۶ৎ how you take off his stress

۶ৎ had enough of your brattiness

۶ৎ lazy sex

SUKUNA

۶ৎ you made him jealous

۶ৎ can't take all of his big cock

۶ৎ squirting on his fingers

۶ৎ fingering you during a date night

۶ৎ railing you

CHOSO

۶ৎ your cunt makes him drool

۶ৎ begged you to ride his face

۶ৎ reverse cowgirl

۶ৎ it was supposed to be a study session

۶ৎ he's such a good boy for you

TOJI

۶ৎ quickie before going to work

۶ৎ he's too big

۶ৎ pounding you on the counter

۶ৎ using your pussy like a stress toy

۶ৎ he can barely fit

۶ৎ dripping so good for him

GOJO

۶ৎ cleaning you up

۶ৎ on the couch

۶ৎ after he creampied in your pussy

۶ৎ you've been a bad girl

۶ৎ it's ovulation and he just got home

p2 p3 p4 p5

toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. “no.” you said, beginning to sit up. “no, toji. get back.” you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. “you didn’t miss me?” he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. “don’t run from it, baby. come feel on me.”

before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. “toji, you smell.” you said, pressing your hands against his chest. “oh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he murmured against your neck. “i was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.” he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. “that’s when i thought of you.”

you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. “you’re nasty.” you said. “i want you.” he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. “i trained. just for you.” he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. “aren’t you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you don’t have to do any work when we’re fucking.” he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.

he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. “i know you feel that.” he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. “you don’t have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.” he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. “it’s okay, baby. you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you do.” he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you “adjusted” your position on him.

“see? that’s my girl, always wanting this dick. it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to hide it.”

© satoskii 2026 ─────────

゛★ roommates ! satoru and sukuna are always arguing.

DRABBLE ⋆ #modern au ⋆ crack fic ⋆ fluffy ⋆ mario kart mention ⋆ sfw art by to__0fu

the mario kart screen flickered with the colors of rainbow road, but neither of the two grown men on the bed were actually looking at it anymore. too busy acting like two man-sized children over a videogame.

“you’re a dirty, cheating bastard and you know it,” satoru said, voice a lazy drawl that was completely undercut by the way he was jabbing his controller at sukuna’s chest. “that blue shell was fucking personal.”

sukuna didn’t even flinch, just kept one arm slung behind his head, the other holding his controller like it was a scepter and he was a king surveying his peasant. “it’s a game mechanic, you insufferable toddler. maybe if you weren’t so busy crying about it, you’d actually be good at something for once in your pathetic life.”

“i am good, you oaf. i’m literally the best. you just got lucky because you’re a bully who cheats in videogames to feed his ego.”

“and you’re a brat who can’t lose gracefully. it’s embarrassing, honestly.”

“i don’t lose.”

“not what the scoreboard says.”

you were in the doorway, phone in hand, half-watching their little showdown unfold for the third time that evening. summer’s left the two men free and at home 24/7 with nothing better to do than be at each other’s throats the whole time. the laundry was forgotten in the basket by your feet. you’d learned, by now, that intervening too early just made it worse. better to let them tire themselves out.

“you hit me with a red shell right after,” satoru whined, flopping back against the headboard with all the dramatic flair of a victorian widow. “and then you taunted me. with the little dance. i saw the dance, you absolute dick.”

sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk. “you want a tissue for that? or do you need me to call a wambulance?”

“i need you to be less of an ass for five seconds. is that too much to ask?”

“yes.”

you finally stepped forward, setting your phone on the dresser. “alright. that’s enough.”

both of them turned to look at you—satoru with his big, pouty eyes and sukuna with that flat, unimpressed stare that meant he was about to argue just for the sake of it. god, you wished they’d get jobs and give you some semblance peace. but no, they chose to be unemployed bums who sat on their asses all day.

“i was about to win,” satoru said, voice pitching into a whine, and before you could react, he’d reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto the bed. you stumbled, landing half on his lap, half on the mattress, and he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist like you were a stuffed animal he was claiming.

“you were about to get last place,” sukuna shot back. “again. don’t drag her into your delusions.”

“okay, listen,” you said, trying to sit up properly, but satoru just tightened his grip and buried his face against your shoulder like a overgrown cat. you gave up and let yourself lean into him, because fighting satoru when he was in clingy mode was like fighting a tide. it’s no use. “we’re done with mario kart for the night—actually, we’re done with all videogames tonight. we’re all adults here. we can find something else to do.”

satoru gasped against your shirt. “traitor. you’re seriously taking his side?”

“i’m not taking anyone’s side. i’m taking the side of my peace, which you two are currently running over with a goddamn kart.”

sukuna snorted, and then—surprisingly—he shifted. his free hand came up and landed on your knee, just resting there, heavy and warm. a silent claim that said i’m here too, don’t forget it. because how can he let satoru be the only one to touch you? “good luck with that,” he muttered, thumb tracing a lazy circle against your pajama pants.

you shot him a look, and he just raised an eyebrow, totally unbothered. that was the thing about sukuna—he was never really bothered. annoyed, yes. amused, one hundred percent. but never genuinely ruffled. it was infuriating and, against your better judgment, a little endearing. especially when he was touching you like that.

“you’re both impossible,” you muttered, grabbing the controller from satoru’s loose grip before he could start another round. “and you’re both sleeping on the couch if this keeps up.”

“he started it,” satoru said, pointing at sukuna like a child tattling to a teacher, but his other hand was now playing with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your hip.

“i finished it,” sukuna replied, smirking.

you sighed, long and heavy, and let your head drop into your hands. the mattress dipped as satoru shifted closer, his chest pressing against your back, chin hooking over your shoulder. his breath was warm against your ear. you could practically hear the smile on his lips.

“you love us though,” he said, grinning like he knew he was right, and his arms wrapped around your middle fully now, pulling you flush against him.

“debatable,” you said, but you were already smiling, and you felt sukuna’s fingers tighten on your knee in response, like he was calling bullshit without saying a word.

sukuna just huffed from his side, but then he leaned in, just slightly, and pressed his shoulder against yours, the heat of him bleeding through your sleeve. his head fell against your shoulder while his hand slid up from your knee to your thigh, thumb stroking slow and lazy. “you two should shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite in it.

“so,” you said, breaking the silence. “who’s ordering dinner?”

“sukuna pays,” satoru said immediately, and he nuzzled into the curve of your neck just to be annoying.

“absolutely not.”

“you lost the race. loser buys.”

“i won the race, you absolute moron. are you fucking blind?”

“you cheated.”

“i played better. get over yourself.”

you rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone with your free hand—the other was currently trapped under satoru’s octopus grip. “i’m ordering pizza. anyone complains, they get pineapple.”

both of them went quiet. for a moment, there was peace. satoru’s nose was still buried in your collarbone, and sukuna’s hand had gone still on your thigh, but neither of them moved away.

then satoru whispered, “he’d probably like pineapple just to be contrarian.”

sukuna’s voice was flat. “i would. and i’d make you watch me eat every last slice, you whiny shit.”

satoru gasped dramatically and bit your shoulder—gently, just teeth and mischief. “did you hear that? he just threatened me. in our home. while you’re right here. defend my honor.”

“you don’t have any honor,” sukuna said, and this time he actually reached over and flicked satoru’s forehead, hard enough to make him yelp.

“ow! fuck you—she’s my witness, that was assault.”

“i’ll show you assault.”

you let them bicker over your head, their hands still tangled somewhere on your body—satoru’s around your waist, sukuna’s on your thigh, his head no longer on your shoulder—both of them claiming pieces of you like territory. a small smile tugged at your lips. some things never changed. and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way, even if they were both absolute shits who couldn’t go five minutes without cursing each other out.

you just hoped the pizza guy got here before they started throwing pillows.

A Short Cute Headcanon: Kissing Yuji’s Scars 🥹❤️

Thank you so much, @elrondswifeyyyy for this adorable idea! 🥹❤️ I just had to include it in my Short Cute Fanfiction series because it was way too sweet to pass up. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ☺️❤️

Please note: The art is not mine. If anyone knows the original artist, please let me know so I can properly give them credit. 💕

It starts on one of those quiet evenings where neither of you feels like talking very much. The apartment is peaceful, rain softly tapping against the windows while the two of you lie together on the couch beneath a warm blanket. The television is still on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention anymore.

You’re simply enjoying each other’s company. Yuji is lying on his back this time, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your head rests comfortably on his broad chest. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

His body has changed so much over the years. Adult Yuji has grown into such a handsome man. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with years of training and every time he wraps them around you, you feel completely safe. His muscles are firm beneath your fingertips from years of training, his shoulders strong enough to make you feel completely safe every time he hugs you.

As your hand slowly wanders across his chest, your fingers brush over the faint white scars scattered across his body.

One across his shoulder and another over his ribs.

A few smaller ones along his side.

Thin white scars run across his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms little reminders of battles he survived. Sometimes, when he catches himself looking in the mirror after a shower, his eyes linger on them a little longer than usual.

He never complains.

Never talks about them.

But you notice everything.

Tonight, as your fingers absentmindedly trace small circles over his chest, they brush across one of those scars.

Yuji’s body stiffens almost imperceptibly and you feel it immediately.

“Sorry,” you whisper softly.

He smiles, but it’s smaller than usual.

“They’re kinda ugly, huh?” The words are so quiet that they almost disappear into the silence. Your heart aches hearing him say that and you slowly lift your head until you’re looking at him.

“Ugly?”

He shrugs, avoiding your eyes.

“I mean…” He laughs awkwardly.

“They’re everywhere.” His fingers scratch the back of his neck.

“I guess I kind of ruined the view.”

You stare at him for a second.

Then without saying a single word, you gently take his hand away from his neck. Your fingertips slowly trace one of the scars crossing his shoulder. Not because you’re examining it. But because you’re treating it with the same tenderness you would treat him.

Yuji watches you quietly.

“What are you doing?”

You don’t answer. Instead you lean down and press the softest kiss against the scar on his shoulder.

Just one. A slow, gentle kiss.

Yuji freezes and his eyes grow slightly wider.

You move to another scar along his collarbone.

Another tiny kiss.

Then one on his chest and another along his upper arm. Each kiss from you was slow. Like you’re thanking every scar for bringing him safely home.

“Sorry,” he suddenly murmurs.

You lift your head.

“For what?”

He gives a small, awkward smile. His eyes drift away from yours.

“What?”

He laughs quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down at his chest for a second.

“My body…”

Then his hand slowly rises toward his face. His fingertips gently brush over the scar running across the side of his lip. Before moving higher touching the scar stretching across his forehead. His smile disappears.

“These are probably the ones I hate the most.” His voice is much quieter now.

“I see them every time I look in the mirror.”

“They’re the first thing people notice.”

You feel your heart ache. Because suddenly everything makes sense. All those tiny moments when he’d look away from mirrors a little too quickly. The way he’d sometimes avoid taking pictures if the light hit his scars too clearly.

He never said anything.

But now you know. Without saying a word, you carefully sit up until you’re facing him completely.

Yuji looks at you with confused eyes.

“Are you okay, babe?”

You smile softly. Your hand slowly reaches up not to hide the scar on his forehead. Not to cover the scar beside his mouth.

But to gently trace them with your fingertips. Like they’re something precious. Something worth admiring.

Yuji’s breath catches.

“Baby?”

You don’t answer.

Instead you lean forward. The very first kiss isn’t on his lips. It’s on the scar across his forehead.

A slow gentle and lingering kiss.

Yuji freezes completely.

His eyes widen.

“W-What…?”

You smile against his skin before pulling away just enough to look at him. Then your thumb softly brushes the scar beside his mouth.

You can feel him becoming shy already. You lean in again and press another tiny kiss.Right over the scar beside his lip.

“Mwah.”

Yuji’s cheeks immediately turn bright red.

“Why… why are you kissing my scars?”

Your smile becomes even softer.

“Because they’re part of the man I love.”

He simply stares at you. You gently cup his face with both hands.

“I don’t look at these scars and think they’re ugly.”

“I look at them and I think they’re uniquely yours.”

“They make me recognize you in every room.”

“They remind me that you’re here.”

“That you survived.”

Your thumb strokes gently over the scar beside his lip again.

“And I think they’re beautiful because they’re yours.”

Yuji’s lips part slightly. No words come out.

So you keep going.

You lean down and begin kissing every scar you can find. One across his shoulder.

A gentle kiss and one over his collarbone. The long scar across his ribs.

“Mwah.”

One along his side. Another on his arm. Each kiss is slow. Filled with so much love that Yuji feels his chest becoming tighter and tighter.

“…Baby…”

His voice is shaking now. You continue until you’ve kissed every scar you can see. Then you look back up at him.

“There.”

You smile proudly.

“I didn’t miss a single one.”

Yuji lets out the tiniest laugh through his embarrassment.

“…That’s…”

“…a lot of kisses.”

“I know.”

“But I still think I missed some more extra kisses.”

Before he can answer, you lean in once more and pepper his forehead with a whole trail of tiny kisses.

“Mwah.”

Then his cheek and the scar beside his mouth.

“Mwah.”

You giggle quietly between each little kiss as Yuji’s entire face turns a deeper and deeper shade of pink.

“S-Stop…” he laughs, hiding part of his face in his hand.

“You’re embarrassing me.”

“You deserve to be embarrassed,” you tease with a smile. “You’re too handsome.”

“Handsome?” he repeats in disbelief.

“The most handsome.”

“The scars too?”

You look at him like it’s the easiest question in the world.

“Especially those.”

For a moment Yuji can’t say anything. Then, all at once, he wraps both strong arms around you and pulls you tightly against his chest until you burst into laughter.

“Yuji!”

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair, holding you like you’re the safest place he’s ever known. “Thank you…”

You smile, hugging him back just as tightly.

“I’ll keep kissing them for the rest of our lives.”

Yuji laughs softly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Then maybe…”

He smiles that bright, gentle smile you fell in love with years ago.

“Maybe I’ll stop seeing flaws every time I look in the mirror.”

You gently kiss the little scar beside his lip one last time.

“No.” You smile.

“You’ll see what I see. These scars don’t make you less beautiful. They make you the most beautiful man in the world.”

You smile softly, brushing a strand of pink hair away from his forehead and your other thumb gently strokes his cheek.

Yuji just looks at you. His eyes become glossy. Just enough that you know your words reached somewhere deep inside him.

He smiles that bright, boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“I think they’re my favorite part of me now.”

Without warning, he suddenly wraps both strong arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest until you squeak. Yuji laughs softly, pressing one lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you just a little tighter. “Thank you…I love you too” You giggle, hugging him back just as tightly.

“I’ll kiss them every day if I have to.”

A Short Cute Headcanon: Kissing Yuji’s Scars 🥹❤️

Thank you so much, @elrondswifeyyyy for this adorable idea! 🥹❤️ I just had to include it in my Short Cute Fanfiction series because it was way too sweet to pass up. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ☺️❤️

Please note: The art is not mine. If anyone knows the original artist, please let me know so I can properly give them credit. 💕

It starts on one of those quiet evenings where neither of you feels like talking very much. The apartment is peaceful, rain softly tapping against the windows while the two of you lie together on the couch beneath a warm blanket. The television is still on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention anymore.

You’re simply enjoying each other’s company. Yuji is lying on his back this time, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your head rests comfortably on his broad chest. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

His body has changed so much over the years. Adult Yuji has grown into such a handsome man. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with years of training and every time he wraps them around you, you feel completely safe. His muscles are firm beneath your fingertips from years of training, his shoulders strong enough to make you feel completely safe every time he hugs you.

As your hand slowly wanders across his chest, your fingers brush over the faint white scars scattered across his body.

One across his shoulder and another over his ribs.

A few smaller ones along his side.

Thin white scars run across his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms little reminders of battles he survived. Sometimes, when he catches himself looking in the mirror after a shower, his eyes linger on them a little longer than usual.

He never complains.

Never talks about them.

But you notice everything.

Tonight, as your fingers absentmindedly trace small circles over his chest, they brush across one of those scars.

Yuji’s body stiffens almost imperceptibly and you feel it immediately.

“Sorry,” you whisper softly.

He smiles, but it’s smaller than usual.

“They’re kinda ugly, huh?” The words are so quiet that they almost disappear into the silence. Your heart aches hearing him say that and you slowly lift your head until you’re looking at him.

“Ugly?”

He shrugs, avoiding your eyes.

“I mean…” He laughs awkwardly.

“They’re everywhere.” His fingers scratch the back of his neck.

“I guess I kind of ruined the view.”

You stare at him for a second.

Then without saying a single word, you gently take his hand away from his neck. Your fingertips slowly trace one of the scars crossing his shoulder. Not because you’re examining it. But because you’re treating it with the same tenderness you would treat him.

Yuji watches you quietly.

“What are you doing?”

You don’t answer. Instead you lean down and press the softest kiss against the scar on his shoulder.

Just one. A slow, gentle kiss.

Yuji freezes and his eyes grow slightly wider.

You move to another scar along his collarbone.

Another tiny kiss.

Then one on his chest and another along his upper arm. Each kiss from you was slow. Like you’re thanking every scar for bringing him safely home.

“Sorry,” he suddenly murmurs.

You lift your head.

“For what?”

He gives a small, awkward smile. His eyes drift away from yours.

“What?”

He laughs quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down at his chest for a second.

“My body…”

Then his hand slowly rises toward his face. His fingertips gently brush over the scar running across the side of his lip. Before moving higher touching the scar stretching across his forehead. His smile disappears.

“These are probably the ones I hate the most.” His voice is much quieter now.

“I see them every time I look in the mirror.”

“They’re the first thing people notice.”

You feel your heart ache. Because suddenly everything makes sense. All those tiny moments when he’d look away from mirrors a little too quickly. The way he’d sometimes avoid taking pictures if the light hit his scars too clearly.

He never said anything.

But now you know. Without saying a word, you carefully sit up until you’re facing him completely.

Yuji looks at you with confused eyes.

“Are you okay, babe?”

You smile softly. Your hand slowly reaches up not to hide the scar on his forehead. Not to cover the scar beside his mouth.

But to gently trace them with your fingertips. Like they’re something precious. Something worth admiring.

Yuji’s breath catches.

“Baby?”

You don’t answer.

Instead you lean forward. The very first kiss isn’t on his lips. It’s on the scar across his forehead.

A slow gentle and lingering kiss.

Yuji freezes completely.

His eyes widen.

“W-What…?”

You smile against his skin before pulling away just enough to look at him. Then your thumb softly brushes the scar beside his mouth.

You can feel him becoming shy already. You lean in again and press another tiny kiss.Right over the scar beside his lip.

“Mwah.”

Yuji’s cheeks immediately turn bright red.

“Why… why are you kissing my scars?”

Your smile becomes even softer.

“Because they’re part of the man I love.”

He simply stares at you. You gently cup his face with both hands.

“I don’t look at these scars and think they’re ugly.”

“I look at them and I think they’re uniquely yours.”

“They make me recognize you in every room.”

“They remind me that you’re here.”

“That you survived.”

Your thumb strokes gently over the scar beside his lip again.

“And I think they’re beautiful because they’re yours.”

Yuji’s lips part slightly. No words come out.

So you keep going.

You lean down and begin kissing every scar you can find. One across his shoulder.

A gentle kiss and one over his collarbone. The long scar across his ribs.

“Mwah.”

One along his side. Another on his arm. Each kiss is slow. Filled with so much love that Yuji feels his chest becoming tighter and tighter.

“…Baby…”

His voice is shaking now. You continue until you’ve kissed every scar you can see. Then you look back up at him.

“There.”

You smile proudly.

“I didn’t miss a single one.”

Yuji lets out the tiniest laugh through his embarrassment.

“…That’s…”

“…a lot of kisses.”

“I know.”

“But I still think I missed some more extra kisses.”

Before he can answer, you lean in once more and pepper his forehead with a whole trail of tiny kisses.

“Mwah.”

Then his cheek and the scar beside his mouth.

“Mwah.”

You giggle quietly between each little kiss as Yuji’s entire face turns a deeper and deeper shade of pink.

“S-Stop…” he laughs, hiding part of his face in his hand.

“You’re embarrassing me.”

“You deserve to be embarrassed,” you tease with a smile. “You’re too handsome.”

“Handsome?” he repeats in disbelief.

“The most handsome.”

“The scars too?”

You look at him like it’s the easiest question in the world.

“Especially those.”

For a moment Yuji can’t say anything. Then, all at once, he wraps both strong arms around you and pulls you tightly against his chest until you burst into laughter.

“Yuji!”

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair, holding you like you’re the safest place he’s ever known. “Thank you…”

You smile, hugging him back just as tightly.

“I’ll keep kissing them for the rest of our lives.”

Yuji laughs softly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Then maybe…”

He smiles that bright, gentle smile you fell in love with years ago.

“Maybe I’ll stop seeing flaws every time I look in the mirror.”

You gently kiss the little scar beside his lip one last time.

“No.” You smile.

“You’ll see what I see. These scars don’t make you less beautiful. They make you the most beautiful man in the world.”

You smile softly, brushing a strand of pink hair away from his forehead and your other thumb gently strokes his cheek.

Yuji just looks at you. His eyes become glossy. Just enough that you know your words reached somewhere deep inside him.

He smiles that bright, boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“I think they’re my favorite part of me now.”

Without warning, he suddenly wraps both strong arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest until you squeak. Yuji laughs softly, pressing one lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you just a little tighter. “Thank you…I love you too” You giggle, hugging him back just as tightly.

“I’ll kiss them every day if I have to.”

(frick i realize there's so many typos... sorry guys... i'm like half asleep)

mma!kuna blessing your pussy before a big match. (based on this ask!)

CW: nsfw Art: @/sxt4n

a/n: yo guys i wrote this while drunk in some rando's bathtub so if this is bootycheeks im soz✌️im too tipsy to edit ts. #much luv tho <3 and ty for waiting patiently

The locker room was a bit dim, the overhead fluorescent lights turned down to a low, quiet hum that cast long shadows across the concrete floor. It was the championship finals—the culmination of months of blood, sweat and tears paired with relentless training—and the distant, muffled roar of twenty thousand fans vibrating through the walls was a constant reminder of the stakes.

But inside the private room, the world was completely still.