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Tsunade raised her eyebrow at the subtle shift in his eyes. His face betrayed little, but his gaze? Almost as if… hope? She couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know him at all.

Turning toward the door, she spoke over her shoulder as she took a step.

“You don’t need to believe it. You’ll find yourself in your solitary journey. I just thought… you might want to know.”

Tsunade didn’t wait for a reply, vanishing the instant she finished her words, making the impact feel almost dreamlike to Sasuke.

Was this a joke?

He would deserve it, as punishment for all he had done. And yet, why would someone lie about something like this? The details were far too specific.

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After several months, Sasuke studied a map beneath a tree, eating an onigiri. While his thoughts prepared for the next expedition, fragments of his mind wandered back to what Tsunade had told him in prison before he left. It was a recurring thought, one he usually buried. He had other priorities… at least, that’s what he told himself, though the instinctive tug of familiarity pressed heavily against his chest.

As his focus drifted from the map before him, a black cat drew his attention, approaching as if in search of affection. His mouth twitched faintly as he reached to pet her gently. Her green eyes were enthralling, almost as if she were speaking to him through them, asking for food.

Breaking his meal in half, he fed her small pieces, watching as she ate from his palm. Yet strangely enough, the cat circled against him before walking a short way down the road to the right, only to return to the same spot—almost as if beckoning him to follow.

Sasuke didn’t believe in superstition, fate, or the energies of the universe. Still, in that moment, he told himself he had no pressing matters, so why not follow a stray cat onto a path he hadn’t intended to tread no longer before this?

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Uzushiogakure. The Village Hidden by Whirling Tides.

The people of Uzushiogakure, as Sasuke had heard, were renowned for their exceptionally long lives, which earned the village the epithet “The Village of Longevity.”

But it no longer resembled its past. Famed for their fūinjutsu, the formidable sealing arts of the village inspired fear among many, ultimately leading to it being targeted and destroyed by other villages. Survivors of Uzushio’s fall scattered across the world to seek refuge.

That’s how Kushina must have met Naruto’s father, right? And perhaps that’s how her mother encountered an Uchiha, if Tsunade’s words were true?

Now, however, the village was rebuilding. The Uzumaki bloodline would not end here, and the remaining descendants had made their home thrive once more.

It didn’t take long for the people surrounding Sasuke to fix their eyes on him—with fear, with disdain, with curiosity. Or perhaps all three at once.

The cat eventually halted in the center of the village, before a larger building. Its entrance bore a San’nō-style torii with the Uzumaki crest displayed on a placard in the middle, four cords fastened to it, tied to the red-painted wood.

Sasuke seemed untroubled by now, almost amused by the absurdity of the situation. Meeting a half-Uchiha… He couldn’t shake the question: If I had met her earlier, would things have been different?

Now Sasuke felt his throat dry, unknown emotions stirring inside him, emotions he had no means of suppressing.

An elderly servant woman, perhaps in her fifties, came into the garden outside, scanning the grounds for her next task. As Sasuke stepped closer to the entrance, she widened her eyes—not from surprise, but as if her glassed had been left behind inside the house, making her struggling to see him better.

“Ee! Who are you, young man?” Her tone was irritable, and Sasuke assumed it was because he had interrupted her. “Do you have an appointment, boy? If not, get out! I don’t have time for stupid games!”

Sasuke hesitated, considering leaving, when another voice interjected.

“Obaa-chan, let the boy come inside.”

Sasuke raised his head, meeting the sharp eyes of a red-haired woman fixed directly on him. She knew who he was, didn’t she?

The older woman only waved her hand dismissively, moving toward the parched plants that thirsted for water on a warm spring day.

Sasuke’s steps were steady, though inside he felt himself cracking. He bowed slightly before the figure in front of him. With her gaze and hair so similar to Karin’s… he would have bet his life she was an Uzumaki. Perhaps the old woman was as well. He didn’t even know exactly how many members of his friend’s clan members were still alive.

Coming in front of her, the woman’s gaze did not intimidate Sasuke’s expression. Her voice remained composed.

“I assume you are here because Tsunade told you. Sasuke Uchiha.”

Meanwhile, your steps were measured, concealing your chakra until you reached the corner. The shrill voice of Obaa-chan was the second thing that caught your curiosity. The first was his chakra. A formidable one. One you hadn’t felt in years, not since childhood. A sharp alertness made your soul tremble.

You murmured a quiet “Fuck” as your head leaned slightly forward, colliding almost immediately with his eyes, forcing you to recoil, leaning against the wall. Your pulse spiked before you deliberately released your chakra since he had already sensed you.

Your friend cast you a side-glance, one hand on her hip, looking more irritated than usual at the man before her, before shifting her gaze to you.

But you couldn’t look at her, no. Your eyes were locked onto the man ahead, pulled by a familiarity that defied reason. As if you already knew him.

Sasuke was astonished, as startled as you, unable to summon a word until your friend disrupted the trance.

“I’ll let you two speak.” She set a hand upon your shoulder, giving you an analytic look before adding, “I’ll send some tea into the visitor’s room.”

You barely nodded. A silence fell upon you both. Your voice was faint, fitting as you measured him with your eyes.

“Do I know you?”

Ironically, Sasuke felt those very words burning on his own lips.

“No.”

His voice was low, unreadable, and his onyx, discerning eyes gave you no escape from the truth.

“I’m [Name]. [Name] Uchiha.”

Standing before him, Sasuke could no longer dismiss this as a fabrication. No. You were real, right there in front of him. You nearly spoke again, pressured by the unbearable tension in the room, but he broke it first, making your eyes widen in shock.

“I’m Sasuke Uchiha. Brother of Itachi Uchiha.”

That wasn’t possible, was it? The fragile bubble in which you had been raised shattered into fragments, scraping against your very existence. Since birth, all you knew was the tale of Itachi’s massacre, leaving none behind. Except you. And well, the shock was already startled you when a small information was given about Madara being alive, Senju’s old ally. The last war had ravaged your people, and only Naruto’s mother’s past kept you from being swept away completely, though the village lay in ruins, your parents among the dead.

You weren’t naive. Tsukuyomi was the strongest force you had ever faced, woven into your fate since becoming an orphan.

“Tea is ready!”

Your friend’s voice pulled you back, breaking the hypnosis Sasuke’s eyes had inadvertently cast upon you.

Leaning into the couch, your sister spoke as you and Sasuke sat across from one another. Seeing your dissociative expression, she felt guilt stir within her.

“[Name].” You barely lifted your head toward her. “Look at me, please. Before… speaking with him, you must remember it was necessary for you not to know. We couldn’t risk losing the few who survived. Your… parents begged us, before… everything.”

Sasuke watched you, a pang of empathy tightening his chest. He knew too well what it meant to live a life in a false reality, the truth hidden by those closest to your heart. He had reacted far worse than you. Still, he could not yet grasp how you and this village had possibly escaped the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

As her friend left, Sasuke hesitantly attempted to speak.

“Ahm…”

You raised your stunned eyes toward him, freezing him in place before your voice commanded, agitated.

“Tell me everything, Sasuke.”

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With your head in your hands, lips bitten, you couldn’t stop the ache behind your eyes.

Sasuke felt he wasn’t the one who should stand beside you in such a vulnerable state, feeling misplaced. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to step away, to abandon you in any form. Sasuke seemed to give you what he himself never had when the truth was unveiled. Someone to resonate with him.

As he sipped the already cooled tea, he thought about how the blood of the most formidable clans ran through you. Perhaps Mito’s sister’s line carried even greater power. but who exactly was your father? He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until your tearful face lifted from your hands, widening his eyes.

You released a shaky breath, your voice trembling, frayed. You tried to contain yourself.

“Have you ever heard of Kagami Uchiha?”

Sasuke attention was completly on you now, nodding for you to continue.

“He was my father’s grandfather. I was little, maybe five years old, when I met the son of my father’s cousin. Shisui Uchiha.”

Sasuke’s heart clenched. His brother’s closest comrade. The one who ended his own life for the curse of his bloodline.

You arched an eyebrow, curious.

“You know him?”

“I don’t understand how I never knew of your existence. At the very least, seen you.”

His question dodged yours, reaching instead for any anchor to calm his thoughts.

You smiled faintly before answering.

“Your friend… Naruto.” At the name, Sasuke’s muscles tightened. “His mother was killed after he was born. Not long after, the villages feared our clan and our powerful techniques, so the survivors had to… vanish across the world. For me, it was within the Uchiha clan. The problem was, I had no home anymore. First my mother’s village destroyed, and not long after… your brother…”

For some reason, Sasuke felt responsible for your past, though it was his brother who had carried out the massacre, under unbearable conditions.

“My brother didn’t know about you?”

“No. Senju Hashirama and Mito, along with a few of Kagami’s relatives, knew.”

Perhaps it was familiarity, perhaps the shock, but Sasuke couldn’t stop himself from asking further.

“How did you escape the Infinite Tsukuyomi?”

You must have been extraordinarily powerful, bearing the blood of two of the strongest clans.

“My Sharingan awakened earlier, after my grandfathers were killed when our village was destroyed. The Mangekyō was passed shortly after, from my father before he died along with my mother.”

Madara Uchiha once said you needed both Senju and Uchiha chakra to awaken the Rinnegan. Perhaps that was how.

“So from a young age I could summon a complete Susanoo. And… the Rinnegan. As for the Uzumaki’s abilities, Sage Mode was necessary for me to recover faster. My Susanoo is large enough to protect an entire section of the village and its people.”

Sasuke’s mouth fell open, staring at you as though you were a being beyond comprehension, which made your cheeks flush and alerting him he had stared too long.

“I’m sorry. I… I still don’t understand how, for example, Akatsuki never knew of you?”

“My people, skilled in fūinjutsu, received from my parents all they needed to craft a Chakra Suppression Technique. I concealed myself most of the time, sealing it away.”

After several minutes, Sasuke leaned forward on his knees, his bangs veiling his face, whispering.

“I’m sorry.”

You startled at his apology.

“What for?”

“For the truth being hidden from you. I…I know how that feels.”

You swallowed hard, his words cutting deep.

His eyes glimmered slightly as he raised his head, and you still weren’t used to the intensity of his gaze, making your voice falter.

“I’m sorry too… for what happened to you. For carrying alone the burden of our clan’s fate. If I had known before… I would have tried to find you.”

Sasuke’s mouth twitched, almost forming a smile.

“You shouldn’t have. You had to protect the people here.”

“I know, but… but the decision to abstain from a world where everyone fights feels like cowardice now.” Sasuke understood how you felt; as powerful as you were, you could have been a precious ally. “But I don’t think I would’ve restrained myself… maybe I’d have been worse than you.”

Looking at him, you realized that was a mistake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge—”

“It’s fine.”

He cut you off, making it clear he understood without the need for many words. Rising from the couch, you felt an urgency to prolong the moment.

“Where will you be?”

Sasuke froze at the urgency in your tone, looking at you. A blush rose on your cheeks as he sized you up. He cleared his throat, glancing away.

“I need to learn more about this world. To understand what path resonates with the future of my life.”

“Will you return to our village?”

Your voice carried curiosity, perhaps even hope — that now, knowing of each other’s existence, you could build some form of bond.

He looked at you once again, tension forming in ways neither of you could yet name.

“I’ll think about it.”

The answer wasn’t enough for you, but still you nodded. Guiding him to the door, Sasuke looked back over his shoulder. You were closer now, raising your head to meet his gaze, frozen in place.

“Take care of yourself.”

He left at that moment, your voice faint, barely audible as you whispered, “You too.” But Sasuke caught it. Your eyes followed the black cat that had once slept upon the green grass of the garden. Now trailing after him.

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After crossing Bamboo Village and then heading toward the Land of Lightning and Frost Village, Sasuke reached a vulnerable point.

It hadn’t been long since your last encounter, yet his soul had been reconstructing piece by piece. In time, within the Land of Hot Springs, Sasuke’s world began to settle into balance as people recognized him not as an enemy, but as a hero, allowing him to aid them with their internal disputes.

Then, he discovered that war had not been the definition of peace for many. He had never fully believed that either, but it didn’t mean his decision to place trust in Naruto was unfounded. He had, in some measure, compensated for the harm of his past, managing to sever the cycle of hatred by dismantling the conflicts stirred by the multitude of bandits terrorizing the Frost Village.

But the challenge came when, arriving in the Land of Lightning, Sasuke assumed the role of Naruto’s protector in the shadows. Not far after, he learned that in the ruins left behind by Kaguya, global threats would become worse than ever.

Meanwhile, you were no longer the same. The appearance of Sasuke Uchiha had entirely altered your path, demanding immense involvement in the problems of allied villages, striving for collaboration with Konoha to become once more as strong as in the past.

Now, in your office, your mind throbbed over reports sent by the Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki. He seemed rather confident in you after learning from Tsunade who you were, already insisting the two of you should meet as soon as possible.

Your heart beat a little irregularly, recognizing somehow Sasuke’s style of writing. A warning regarding… the Ōtsutsuki clan?

Your eyes widened, the pan falling from your hands. Rising from the chair, you immediately changed into battle attire, rushing past your friend in a blur.

“[Name]?”

“Lock down the village, prepare the defender shinobi. A horrific event is coming soon, and the first target will likely be Konoha. Send them this letter announcing my presence.”

Your friend was stunned as you handed her the details and the letter, fear heightening in her expression.

Before you left, she cried out after you.

“[Name], please be careful!”

You nodded, determination burning in your gaze.

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Arriving, unfortunately, too late, the battle was already at its height. Yet your entrance was extraordinarily historic, making your name heard across the world faster than you had ever expected.

Your eyes were fixed almost entirely on Sasuke, your heart pounding faster from the adrenaline. Their combat chemistry was something else entirely, rumors had not compared to reality. Two truly powerful individuals fighting in a complex symphony of abilities.

Still, you could see the exhaustion in their faces. The situation was at its limit.

When the monster Momoshiki absorbed Kinshiki, he became far stronger.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, your Rinnegan activated instantly. Barely a moment before, you detected a portal forming. Your eyes widened in shock, witnessing live what Sasuke’s reports had described in these past months.

Synchronizing with the rift in space caused by Momoshiki was at the brink of failure, yet you dashed like lightning, reaching it before the portal closed—just after the two had been captured.

You vanished instantly, suppressing your chakra as your hands formed a sealing jutsu.

By the time Sasuke think about how to win, calculating the possibilties, his eyes widened as a strike of familiarity thickened his blood pressure. Naruto turned to Sasuke instantly, searching for answers, before both shifted around.

Your black Susanoo invaded an immense portion of the dimension, forcing Momoshiki to halt his attacks. Concentration was everything as you formed a Chibaku Tensei, not granting him a second to escape, dragging him brutally into the colossal sphere and restricting his movements.

Your eyes opened wide—half a Sage Mode eye and a Rinnegan eye locked onto him. Naruto’s mouth fell open, gasping, and he turned to Sasuke.

“Sasuke, that’s—”

“[Name].”

Sasuke didn’t look at Naruto, only at you. How could you exist?

His eyes narrowed as your Susanoo began forming an immense red blade cloaked in Amaterasu flames. Still, your raised voice made it all the assumptions clear.

“Divine Spiral Susanoo—Rasengan!”

The dimension shook violently, a spiral of incandescent energy flashing like lightning, shattering Momoshiki’s absorption barrier and pulverizing him with an amalgamation of infinite chakra, natural energy, and divine flames.

It was all so shocking, yet not enough to stop Sasuke from noticing your Susanoo disintegrating immediately after the attack, your body collapsing forward, your hair covering your face. Sasuke activated his Rinnegan, instantly dashing to catch you.

“Naruto, come! Now!”

Naruto snapped out of his shock, reality slamming into him, and he followed closely. When Sasuke caught you in his arms, staring at your face, the portal formed behind him. Naruto went through first, then Sasuke carried you through as well.

Naruto barely stood on his feet, while Sasuke was already on his knees, clutching your fragile form tightly. Then, Naruto collapsed beside him, palms against the ground, gasping for breath.

“Holy f-uck, Sasuke—He’s dead?! H-he probably is…”

Of course, Sasuke realized this. Still, he didn’t move, watching closely for any sign of life until your lips parted slightly, your eyes opening, meeting his.

Your voice was pained, breathing slowly.

“Sasuke…”

He himself felt relief wash over him. Such a catastrophic force bound inside such an enchanting, beautiful presence. You.

“Preserve your energy. Our medical shinobi will arrive soon.”

Naruto cursed at the pain boiling inside him.

“Fuck—Hope Sakura’s running here right now. I feel like dying!”

Sasuke’s throat went dry as your mouth curved into the faintest smile, whispering to him.

“I’m glad I see you again.”

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You weren’t really complaining, but it was a little exhausting. Lucky enough, Sakura was pushing Naruto out of the hospital room after he had already asked you far too many questions you couldn’t answer.

“Okay, okay! Sorry! Wait for me, [Name]. We have a looot to talk!”

You chuckled faintly, watching them leave the room. Only for the words to falter at the end.

“For sure, Naruto. I’ll wait for…it.”

Sakura gave Naruto a curious look after glancing at Sasuke, propped against the door. She spoke to him before leaving.

“She’s stabilized now. Naruto already drained her, so let her rest soon.”

Sasuke nodded absentmindedly, arms crossed and eyes on you. His steps were slow before lowering himself into a chair, right in front of you.

You smiled at him, and his heart jumped at the sight, surprising him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Your smile widened a little, before you looked at the ceiling, letting out a much needed breath.

His voice was neutral, though betraying his genuine question.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. You?”

He nodded, catching himself speaking again.

“I’m glad you are.” Your own heart was the one to jump now, especially after his praise followed. “You were…impressive.”

Your cheeks flushed, making Sasuke’s mouth twitch, fighting back a smirk. Not that he had many occasions to assume, but he wanted to think he was the one who made you shy for some reason.

“Thank you. It felt…nice not to hide anymore.

Your eyes locked on him, catching the softening in his.

“Did the Uchiha mansion start rebuilding?”

Sasuke blinked twice. So it was you who had suggested that to the Hokage months ago? His voice didn’t betray how your actions made his soul warmer.

“It’s finished.”

“I hope it didn’t upset—“

“It didn’t.”

He cut you off, and a soft laugh escaped your mouth at his usual, plain words. Sasuke’s muscles tensed hearing the lovely sound.

“I’ll stay a couple more days here, reinforcing the bond with the Konoha village. Could I…stay here?”

The suggestion seemed innocent, obvious. Still, Sasuke’s eyes betrayed him, feeling something he wasn’t ready for. It’s the reality, right? You completely had the right to stay here…with him.

“Of course, if you want! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or…”

You grew agitated for a second, making Sasuke shake his head, dismissing it.

“Yes. It’s your…home too.”

Sasuke couldn’t quite control himself from matching your smile, even if his showed mostly in his eyes.

༄

Things were going smoothly between you and Sasuke. A silent bond started forming, even though the unspoken feelings were avoided by both of you.

Still, it melted your heart when, the next morning, you came down into the living room to find two cups of tea freshly made by him.

“Good morning, Sasuke.”

He almost froze, his body not exactly in tune with the resolution that he wasn’t alone most of the time anymore. His hands returned to feeding the cat, pouring the food into her bowl.

“Morning.”

Sasuke’s sleepy, low voice made your stomach tighten. Slowly, though not like you weren’t aware, you started to see Sasuke in a different light.

You sat down on the couch, while Sasuke tried to avoid looking at you too much. Only a glimpse of your puffy, sleepy face and the casual clothes you wore was enough to mess with his head in ways he wasn’t ready to face. He handed you the tea, nodding when you thanked him.

He spoke, after sipping from his own, black cup.

“I’m going on a mission tomorrow morning. I’ll be out today training since it’s going to be a long one.”

“Can I come?”

Your question made his dark eyes lock on you. He shook his head.

“No. It’s a mission assigned to—“

Now you were the one cutting him off.

“To train with you, I mean. I need to go back to my village, since I’m starting to take my role as their leader seriously.”

He felt a little embarrassed. More because he had assumed you wanted to follow him on the mission, but at the thought of you training with him… You, on the other hand, prayed it wasn’t too much, that you didn’t sound desperate to know him better. But his voice half-assured you.

“Okay.”

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On the training grounds, things were rougher for Sasuke. He didn’t want to think of himself as one of those pathetic, foolish men he sometimes saw lusting after beautiful women.

So he forcefully contained himself from letting his eyes wander from your gaze and your strategic moves.

Your training clothes were different from other villages, and you didn’t care too much about them. A completely tight dark-purple outfit overall, except for the middle of your stomach where a bandage supported your abdominal muscles. The sleeves were short and tight on one side, long to the fingertips on the other, with both shoulders bare, and only a slit running down the arm of your dominant side, where the suit was clasped at the neck. On top, you wore a black skirt woven into the fitted suit, with two more white bandages supporting your thigh muscles.

You looked good. Sasuke tried to dissolve the not-so-platonic way of seeing you, normalizing it in his head as a human reaction, an irrelevant one.

But for you? Things weren’t exactly the same. As he took off his black cloak, the one that gave him a mysterious air, your eyes admired him unashamedly. The color was nearly pure black, from the straight trousers to the shirt strapped with a black belt at the waist, only the white bandages at his thighs contrasting. His spiky hair was longer than the last time you had seen him, covering half his eye.

He was so beautiful. Annoyingly beautiful, and it had been remarkable from the beginning.

After stretching that felt far longer than it really was—probably from the invisible tension, felt only when your glances clashed, short and stolen, as you each stretched—you smirked, balancing on one leg at the back and bending the one in front slightly.

“Come on, Uchiha. Show me what you got.”

Sasuke’s mouth twitched as he stepped into a fighting stance as well.

Your eyes widened when you dashed toward him, but his speed already placed him behind your back, forcing your body to turn sharply, your leg rising in the air to block his strike.

You flipped back, landing lightly, smiling more at him, until it was your turn to charge, making Sasuke follow you with rapid movements, activating his Sharingan along with the Rinnegan, instantly blocking your fist with his hand, your knuckles trembling against his palm. Your eyes locked on his red ones, grinning as you did the same.

You moved much faster with Sage Mode, balancing your weaker taijutsu with chakra control, but Sasuke’s Sharingan combined with the Rinnegan was far more powerful. You knew that. So, even though you read each other’s moves swiftly, you couldn’t touch him. And Sasuke seemed purely defensive. Because no, he didn’t want to strike you at all.

“Aww, Uchiha is playing defensive? Such a protective soul!”

Your teasing made Sasuke’s eyes furrow, adrenaline coursing heavier in his veins. The Uzumaki blood surely ran through you. You provoked him, and he wouldn’t disappoint.

His strikes became precise, faster, forcing you to pay closer attention as he moved in and out, while your body spun in circles, dodging each one. You felt his warm breath escape harshly on your neck, before sharply turning back toward the phantom of his presence.

At some point, you dropped low, slipping from his reach, making him distance himself as he dodged the punches and kicks that followed. He gripped your ankle midair, your eyes widening before you twisted your leg in a smooth pirouette, breaking free of his grasp.

It was fun while it lasted—Sasuke’s taijutsu proved incomparable to yours. The fight felt longer, but in truth, it lasted barely half an hour, until your back leaned too far while dodging, unbalancing you and losing a precious moment. Sasuke seized the chance, making the ground tremble beneath your feet, and you fell with a startled yelp. But the impact never came—his hand caught your back, the other gripping your arm, pulling you against him.

At least it was a win that you weren’t the one breathing heavily. Feeling each other’s breaths against your skin, your eyes locked on Sasuke. He dragged you up after you pouted a little, speaking in a dry, whispered voice.

“I lost.”

His hand left yours, and you already missed it, glancing down at them for a second. Sasuke didn’t realize, speaking only once you raised your head toward him.

“Not bad.”

You rolled your eyes, answering in a playful voice.

“What else could you say…”

Yes, maybe he bested you in taijutsu and strategy with his ocular combination in a simple spar. But maybe he didn’t realize that your lack of experience was the only thing keeping your overwhelming powers—surpassing even him and Naruto—from tipping the scales. Maybe he would tell you in time.

For now, he was caught in the trap of your eyes, which unconsciously soothed him. Though tense, Sasuke didn’t flee like he used to from uncomfortable situations—he was far more curious now. Even if he still avoided those where he felt out of control. The ones with you.

You stretched your arms, walking ahead, and Sasuke instantly looked away when your curves were highlighted in the scene in front of him.

Speaking over your shoulder, you asked him.

“Do you want to eat something?”

He grabbed his cloak from the wooden post before following you, nodding.

“Where’s your cat?”

“At home.”

You gasped dramatically.

“You locked her up!?”

He grunted, speaking unfazed.

“She follows me everywhere.”

Raising your head in fake distress, you chuckled.

“She’s your guardian! Of course she follows you everywhere!”

He rolled his eyes, and you nudged him playfully. As he fought a smile, Sasuke wondered if his little guardian had also brought you into his life, to make it far warmer than he ever thought it could be.

༄

While you were at Ramen Ichiraku, your mouth was full of noodles. Sasuke looked at the excitement in your eyes as you spoke with your mouth still full.

“So good!”

Definitely Uzumaki blood running through your veins. He gave you an annoyed glare when your chopsticks stole his narutomaki from his own soup.

“What? You have this extraordinary restaurant at your disposal!” The owner smiled gently, and you bowed, pressing your hands together in gratitude. You put it back in his soup, but Sasuke didn’t hesitate to stop you, placing it again into your bowl. You gave him an aggravated look and he snorted, before speaking.

“Take it already. I don’t want it.”

“Then why complain about it, huh?”

You slurped more noodles as the conversation flowed on.

“I don’t like sharing.”

A flashback of his very first mission of friendship with Team 7 flickered in his mind—when he had shared his meal with Naruto.

Your voice was muffled, mostly focused on your food.

“…Spoiled Uchiha man…”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

You kept eating, and only when you eventually looked at his face could he see a hint of happiness in your pretty eyes.

༄

The walk home was quiet, the weight of the day somehow settling over your shoulders, leaving you both in silence until you reached the house. While he hung his cloak on the rack, you went to prepare some tea.

“Tea?”

“No.”

Your face fell, and Sasuke somehow felt bad about it? Maybe that was why he explained himself—a thing he was not used to doing.

“I…I’ll go sleep. First thing in the morning I’ll leave.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry, for a second I for—”

You couldn’t finish the sentence, your heart tangling your thoughts as a feeling of longing overcame you. Translated, it simply meant you didn’t want him to go.

Sasuke, on the other hand, felt his body weigh heavier, too aware of the blood pulsing through it. He didn’t know what to say, because somehow even common parting words felt too plain. You saved him when you spoke first.

“Please, take care on the mission.”

Please? The pleading word stirred something in Sasuke. As though you truly cared for his well-being. He could admit—he hadn’t liked the idea of you nearly leaving this world a few days ago, after he had just found you. Sasuke didn’t realize he hadn’t answered until you spoke again.

“How long will you be away?”

He estimated, based on the dangerous activities he had discovered…

“Months.”

“Months?!”

His eyes widened at your surprised expression. You cleared your throat, looking away and biting your lip, and when he saw you seemed ready to withdraw from the conversation, he felt a sudden impulse to do something—to say anything.

“[Name].”

You gave him a side glance, as his steps came closer to you.

“Yes?”

“You’ll be a great leader. Maybe…this time I’ll pass through your village, to see how strong it will become with you beside them.”

Your cheeks flushed instantly, and Sasuke melted at the sight. His eyes softened and and almost like the moon slipping through the partially drawn curtains, they glimmered with something more.

“Don’t say that…maybe I won’t succeed.”

His response came quicker than even his heartbeat.

“I doubt it.”

You swallowed, nodding slowly, your shy expression still present.

He looked at you once more before stepping back.

“Good night, [Name].”

Giving him a short, saddening smile, you replied softly.

“Night, Sasuke…”

༄

Far too much time had passed; you could no longer even recall his face vividly without the aid of the picture you kept of him in the Uchiha house, where he was…so young. And adorable.

Everything in the village moved forward, though more exhausting than before and burdened by greater tension, given the lurking threats. For now, no alarming report from Sasuke had reached Naruto to stir panic among the people.

With a weary sigh, you placed the framed photograph face down.

Startled by a sudden noise, you turned your eyes toward the door. Behind it, someone’s chakra radiated, unfamiliar.

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly.

Shikamaru, Naruto’s assistant, stood before you. His expression remained composed, which eased your unease at first.

“Oh, hello? Shikamaru.”

He nodded, dismissing your assumption with a measured tone.

“Naruto asked for you.”

Naruto was biting his nails, his hands hidden within his cloak, the white fabric embroidered with red flames cascading down his back. He turned toward you the moment you entered his office.

Rubbing the back of his head, he smiled.

“Hello, [Name]. Hah, good to see you this early in the morning.”

You furrowed your brows, sensing unease.

“Naruto? What happened?”

He smiled briefly, pacing across the room.

“You see, I haven’t received a report from Sasuke in…quite some time.”

Your eyes widened.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…I suspect perhaps Momoshiki was not the only greater threat, and Sasuke might be trapped somehow or…”

Your heart sank as you analyzed his words.

“You want me to go after him?”

He shook his head, gesturing with one hand.

“No, no. I simply need confirmation that for now, we remain in control of our world and that we will not be caught unprepared. And of course, whether Sasuke is still…”

You stormed out of his office. No. It was not possible for Sasuke to be dead. Right? He was too strong to fall like that.

Returning to your village, preparations began the next morning to seek any trail of Sasuke.

Meanwhile, Sasuke himself was lost in excessively complex pursuits, searching relentlessly for traces of the Kaguya clan. Still, he had failed to send any report for some time—because once again Sasuke had encountered another member of the clan and had chosen to confront Kinshiki, to test him.

Returning home carried but one priority: to see you first. He did not consider it irresponsible; if the matter had been graver, requiring Naruto’s immediate attention, he would have gone to him. But this time…

He was, however, shocked when he descended to earth and your chakra was already so near that he had no need to search for you.

Sasuke only noticed you at the end, after hearing your voice and turning around. His arms rose instinctively just as yours wrapped around him, hugging him tightly with your head pressed against his chest. It was impossible not to notice his pulse quickening beneath your touch. Still, it felt wrong for him not to respond, so…hesitantly he put his arms around you.

The world seemed to stop for you, relief washing over every nerve, though you could feel his body tense, his heart pounding violently against you. You lifted your head from his chest, looking at him anxiously. But when his eyes met yours, everything you wanted to say or ask froze, swallowed by the unfamiliarity of being held in his unpracticed embrace.

“What happened?”

“Well, t-they said…Naruto said it was a dangerous mission and he didn’t hear from you, and he didn’t tell me anything, and my people couldn’t find even a trail, and I thought maybe they had sent you to another dimension and—”

Your rambling stopped the moment you saw it. His smile. A faint one.

You pulled away slightly, pushing at him.

“Don’t smile! I really panicked for your life!”

His smile widened, and it made it hard for you to keep a serious expression. Sasuke truly looked at you then, and it made your skin prickle, your blood pressure rise, suffocating you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move at all—and you weren’t sure you wanted to, curious enough to face his unrelenting gaze.

You gasped softly when his hand lifted slowly, cupping your cheek. Your heartbeat thundered, your body burning from the inside as Sasuke’s eyes traced every line of your face. When his thumb brushed your lip, they parted instinctively at his almost teasing touch.

Sasuke himself felt his heart tremble, but he knew he couldn’t wait forever for courage to form. He wasn’t blind—he knew you cared for him this way too.

He leaned in, and you felt the warmth of his breath, cool with mint, brushing over your lips. His mouth tilted as your eyes fluttered shut, your lips silently inviting.

You hummed when his soft lips met yours, your legs faltering as you gripped his blouse for support. Sasuke kissed you slowly, disarming you, making you weaker in his presence than you had ever been. His hand pressed firmer against your cheek, deepening the kiss, and you opened your mouth to him, letting his lips slip inside, tasting him.

He was stunned when a different sound escaped you—a sound of pure pleasure as he continued. It was addictive, unbearably addictive, almost impossible to stop. You nearly whined when he pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. You leaned toward him again, but his firm hold on your cheek kept you still. He looked into your eyes, both of your breaths shattered.

And in his eyes, it was confirmed. You weren’t the only one falling in love.

Still, Sasuke wasn’t ready for the way you were.

When you arrived at the Uchiha mansion, Sasuke froze the moment you barely crossed the door, shutting it behind you—only for you to hug him from behind, your head resting against his back.

“[Name]?”

“I’m sorry. I missed you.”

You’d be the death of him, saying things like that so openly from now on.

He placed his hands over yours, unclasping them from his front after a second too long. Then, as you came to his side with a pout, Sasuke brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He struggled to respond, able only to show affection in small gestures like this—along with the faintest smile.

His focus shifted then, nose twitching slightly. When had you had the time to cook?

Answering the unspoken question, you said,

“I…stay here sometimes when I come to Konoha. It would be surprising if it’s still warm, I made it two hours ago.”

Sasuke felt something stir inside him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone close to him had cooked for him. He didn’t even know how to feel. Worthy? Grateful? Guilty?

When he said nothing, you busied yourself with setting the table, overthinking if maybe it was too much from the beginning.

With your back to him, you murmured,

“Sorry if you don’t like it. I just assumed you’d need a hot meal, since last time you went with those food bars and they taste horrible and—”

Your eyes widened when Sasuke came behind you, his head lowering into the curve of your neck, hidden by your hair.

“Thank you.”

Both of his hands rested on your hips, his fingertips burning against your skin. You nearly dropped the plate when he placed the faintest kiss on your cheek before leaving to change.

You stared after him, flabbergasted, as he walked up the stairs, his long black hair hiding the blush on his face.

Fuck. I’m so in love with him.

Still, it was not the most fitting time for him to leave again. You were irritated, profoundly irritated, when he entered your room, knocking just after you had dressed.

At first, your heart softened at how domestic he appeared, clad in black shorts and a darker-toned blouse serving as a shirt.

Second, his impenetrable tone shattered your fragile hopes. Soon you had to return yourself to the village, and a few more days would not have harmed.

“[Name]?”

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling faintly at him.

“Yes, come in.” He closed the door, approaching with hesitation. You sensed the tension before he even spoke. “Sasuke?”

“I need to leave in two days.”

You whispered, shocked.

“No fucking way…”

Then, after a minute, thinking about the little rime — you rose abruptly from the bed, gesturing with irritation. “It feels as if you are the only one they send so relentlessly!”

A shameful sting pierced your chest. Once again, too soon for him to witness you in such a vulnerable state of mind. Especially when it was about him. You sat back down, gaze lowered, legs moving restlessly. “I…I mean…forget it. I am sorry. I should be grateful we meet at all, that we even share this much…”

For Sasuke it was indeed too soon, far too soon to withstand the torrent of emotions raging within him, seeing you unsettled because…you desired him that much? It was disquieting in countless ways. Sometimes he felt he could scarcely breathe near you, suffocated by the caring you had for him.

And yet, simultaneously, Sasuke felt himself mending, mending from the scars of his past, astonished by you. You already knew his history, the tragedy of his clan, and you resonated with it. You were powerful, breathtaking, a beautiful woman who impossibly chose to like him.

You swallowed, your throat parched as your lips glistened. Silence was natural to him, it usually did not disturb you. But now, it seemed like confirmation of the conclusion that tormented you. But it was far from the truth.

Sasuke tilted your face toward him, cupping your cheeks before claiming your lips.

His intensity—his presence, his touch made you gasp, every nerve in your body consumed by the need for him close. In any form.

After the first shock, you answered with equal urgency. He drew you nearer, pressing his hand to your back, and you moved instinctively into his very soul. He broke from your lips for an instant, startled when you climbed onto him, straddling his lap with your legs curved around him.

He looked at you—your gaze vulnerable, tender, yet laced with a restless, vicious spark that screamed of need. Need for him.

You leaned over, arms circling his shoulders, one hand tangled in his spiky hair as your lips crashed onto his again. He parted his mouth wider, allowing you in, your tongue caressing his, making Sasuke seize your hips, careful still not to lose restraint.

He shifted further into the bed, leaning against the wall to steady you. You savored him, aroused by the heat radiating beneath you, daring to grind against him. Sasuke gasped.

That only compelled you further, kissing him rougher and rougher. One hand dragged you closer against him, while the other gripped your thigh.

“I like you so much.” You whispered against his lips, biting one softly. “So much I cannot even breathe near you.”

Sasuke’s heartbeat thundered violently, his mind consumed, intoxicated, every rational thought eclipsed by you. It took him minutes to gather the strength to stop you, especially since he was already painfully hard.

“[Name].”

“Mhm?” You nestled into his neck, kissing softly.

He nearly cursed to himself. Sasuke restrained your hips, halting your movement. You lifted your flushed face, your breath burning against his.

His cracked, deep voice made you ache between your legs.

“Let’s…stop.”

“Why?”

You scattered kisses beneath his chin before stealing another from his lips. His gaze immobilized you, awakening the realization that it was too rushed. Like you had lost all control. You buried your face in his chest, trying to steady your breath.

Sasuke’s hand stroked your hair after a while, his eyes wandering to a random corner of the room. His tone sounded calm at first, until you caught the faint tease.

“And to think you once blushed at things far more innocent than this. You deceived me.”

A soft laugh escaped him when you pressed your head deeper into his chest, muttering “Shut up.” Perhaps it was the first time you had heard his laugh. He should laugh more. Or maybe not. Since your heart was pounding so violently against your ribs.

Your muffled voice broke the silence.

“I am sorry about before. I treasure every moment with you. Maybe…a little too much.” You chuckled faintly.

His lips curved into a quiet smile, even though you could not see it.

“No need for apologies. I understand.” He tilted your chin upward, making you look into his dark eyes. “We shall see how we manage in the future. For now…it is harder.”

You nodded with that tender, fragile expression and he leaned in to kiss you briefly.

He would be the death of you.

It was the first night Sasuke slept with you in his arms.

In the morning, his own heart ached as he looked at your drowsy figure before leaving once again.

༄

Melancholic enough, Sasuke’s cat awakened you by licking your face. You groaned, shifting to the other side before slowly opening your eyes and meeting her green gaze. You blinked twice, then turned to find the bed empty, a hollow ache returning—until your eyes fell back on the cat and you stroked her softly.

It was understandable that Sasuke could not take the cat with him, considering she did not even belong to your dimension. Still, you wanted to believe that his cat liked you, accepted you, even if she might have woken you simply to be fed.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, thinking all these past months, you realized you had no idea how long these things would last.

You possessed the Rinnegan. You could travel with him too, couldn’t you?

Naruto had been a little hesitant, but Shikamaru reassured him that you didn’t need to remain with Sasuke constantly—you could leave whenever you wished. Thus, your village was coordinated through Konoha as well, and your friend appreciated the trust you placed in her to act as your substitute.

Fortunate indeed, yet Sasuke was still on earth after this past months. The Land of Sound. Or maybe he traveled back for some days. You didn’t know.

You remembered him once speaking about his past. Something about this place seemed…familiar? But you lacked the knowledge to recognize it as Orochimaru’s former hideout.

Sasuke froze, his eyes widening as he turned behind him.

“What are you doing here?”

You teased him.

“Not even a ‘hello’? How are you? Did you sleep well?” You chuckled before adding, “Lucky your cat kissed me this morning, since my lover didn’t for so long…”

Sasuke stepped closer, locking eyes with you, a faint blush on his face.

“[Name].”

You smiled at him.

“I suppose you could say I’m a shadow leader for my village too.”

“I’m not a leader.” He furrowed his brows. “Does anyone know about this?”

“Yes. Shikamaru agreed, and eventually Naruto agreed as well.”

Sasuke thought that if Shikamaru had accepted, then there must be matters you were aware of more keenly than even him. Two Rinnegan users were far too vital for the shinobi world. Still, Sasuke couldn’t help but be unsettled by another thought, though he could not bring himself to say it directly.

“It’s dangerous.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching.

“And? Am I a weakling to you?”

His weakness? Yes. A weakling? Never.

“No.”

You raised your hand, caressing his cheek.

“I can protect myself, Sasuke. At most, we can defend each other as a team. But you shouldn’t be afraid of me standing at your side. Perhaps we’ll even do some training for my poor taijutsu so you’ll feel more comfortable with that.”

He closed his eyes at your touch, murmuring softly.

“I know you can protect yourself.”

When his eyes opened, they locked with your serious gaze.

“It’s just that you’ll likely be on missions as often as before. I can’t predict the future, so I don’t want to wait for something that may never come. The present is more important than anything.”

“What about the village? They need their leader.”

“That’s why I’ll be working less than you. I can return anytime I wish.” You kissed his cheek, winking as if boasting, and Sasuke smirked, watching as you walked ahead of him, preparing your place to sleep for the night.

He knew tomorrow and the day after he would have to plan carefully for the months to come.

༄

Woken early in the morning, the day ended sooner than you expected. You even had time for a small taijutsu training in which…you lost again.

After eating, unfortunately those sticks with horrible taste because you couldn’t find anything better around, Sasuke left at some point while you were preparing your evening routines. At least his cat is eating much better than you two, your friend taking her at the home in your village.

It was still daytime, but between the rocks, the light wasn’t very strong.

With slightly weary steps, Sasuke headed toward the waterfall, part of a secluded area where you were, used for physical and concentration training, close to Orochimaru’s underground base.

Sometimes he regretted stopping you then.

Thinking that it was far too fast, far too much for him, and that…you both have enough time.

Yet Sasuke no longer focused on such needs. Ignoring his primal instincts and yours in the process without intent . It’s not as if he didn’t notice how you sometimes looked at him, although in brief moments, the situation was inappropriate for such things, given that shinobi’s world problems consumed both of your time.

Still, he allowed himself today to relax by sparring with you. And through relaxation, Sasuke’s mind drifted elsewhere, recalling once more how lucky he was to have you. And…feeling again the strong attraction he had for you. Especially seeing you again in that outfit that drove him mad enough if he concentrated too much on it.

He gasped, feeling the water cascading down his body and mostly his hair. His white blouse was off, only his training shorts still untouched.

Unconsciously, Sasuke’s relaxed mind began to replay your last intimate moment. Feeling your touches burn on his body as if he were back in the moment when he saw how much you desired him.

He wasn’t that kind of person, no. But his logical side had told him before it started that you weren’t here at the moment; you had just left on a small expedition into Orochimaru’s hideout to see where he had spent part of his adolescence. And the other, less rational part, told him it wasn’t the moment to ask you for such things… your minds should have been focused solely on work.

He need to take care of himself, to remain in control without letting his desires interfere with the seriousness and rigorous self-discipline he always forced himself to maintain.

So when his hands slowly wandered over his abdomen, moving toward the area he needed to touch, already aroused by the thoughts he had of you, Sasuke’s breath quickened as he gripped his clothes, moving his hand over his hardness.

It wasn’t the time to be slow; his hands slipped into his shorts, stroking himself and spreading his precum, feeling how his muscles responding, chasing the pleasure more and more. He gripped himself thicker as his movements turned faster, perhaps because he didn’t want to be caught in such a pathetic moment.

Sasuke felt himself throbbing in his hand, imagining over and over you moaning his name with your lovely, flustered face. He was too close, too stressed to finish, so he didn’t notice you almost let him know you are here, calling him after you had finished your mini-expedition.

His name burned on your lips before seeing the scene in front of you. At first, you assumed he was just taking his time, calming his nerves under the water. Your eyes widened when his heavy breaths betrayed him.

Is he…?

His cheeks were already flushed, just like yours as you saw him touch himself. At first, you felt your own body heating up, aroused. Then you couldn’t stop yourself from moving toward him with slow steps, a pang of sadness because…why didn’t he come to you?

Still, your anxious thoughts disappeared when Sasuke stilled. He was mortified, sensing your presence.

“Sasuke.”

He slipped his hand from his shorts, the embarrassment hitting him hard, making his cheeks flush and hiding his face behind his bangs while leaning toward the waterfall.

He murmured after the sudden silence, restraining his voice.

“It’s not…what you think.”

Your whispering, seductive voice made him glance toward you as you approached.

“Isn’t it?”

Widening his eyes in surprise as he saw the prominent desire in your gaze, he gulped, hiding his face. You’re not…judging him?

His mouth parted, gasping when you out your hands over him, leaning your head over his naked back

“You’ll get wet…”

You smiled even if he didn’t see it, start moving your hands gently over him. He twitched in his pants when you replied to him.

“Already am.”

You lifted your head, urging him to turn around. He wanted to disappear, burying himself underground in embarrassment, but he couldn’t avoid your gaze anymore.

You rose slightly on tiptoe, whispering against his mouth.

“You have no idea how much you aroused me…seeing you like that.”

He looked over your face for a second too long, feeling the tension burning as he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, meeting you halfway in a kiss. You moaned, and Sasuke felt like he was going insane, drawing you even closer. His muscles tensed as your hands began caressing his chest, giving him goosebumps, making him unable to fully respond to the kiss. You smiled, lowering your voice.

“Can I touch you, Sasuke?”

He couldn’t respond in words, only pressing his kiss more roughly, slipping his hands under your head and pulling you closer in a messy kiss. Your hands went over his pants, making you gasp at how hard he was and how big he seemed, your thighs tightening at the thought.

You slipped your hand urgently into his pants, even under his shorts before finally touching him, and Sasuke groaned against your lips.

Your own mouth parted as you started stroking him, spreading his precum along his tip.

“What has got you like this?”

His knees buckled as your moves grew faster, gripping him more tightly, causing the confession to escape him when his eyes darkened with sensual intensity at you.

“You.”

Damn. That made you even wetter.

You bit your lips, suppressing desperate moans, focusing instead on something seemingly innocent.

Sasuke panicked as you knelt before him, placing his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to lift you, but you did not relent.

“[Name]—“

Your hands teasingly ventured below his pants, caressing him gradually toward his thighs.

“I want to. I truly want to, Sasuke…”

The sight of you in that position left Sasuke painfully hard. He could not refuse your yearning expression, so he simply nodded, widening your smile.

Carefully, you drew down his pants, along with his shorts, and Sasuke turned instantly, licking his lips, too shy to meet your gaze directly.

He clenched his fists instantly, twitching beneath your hands as you began touching him again, admiring him. You felt your cheeks flush. His form was flawless for you—a straight, big dick, veins highlighted by the reddish hue of blood flow, his tip slightly swollen.

You could not resist his scent, pressing your lips around his tip, tasting him. His predominantly healthy lifestyle had yielded its benefits, urging him to take more of his dick from his taste. Your tongue swirling eagerly, making Sasuke’s head lean back, utterly at your mercy.

His groans as your mouth swallow him made your pussy ache. Even knowing his extreme self-control, you longed to hear more of his sounds.

When you moved deeper, hollowing your cheeks and bracing yourself on his thighs, Sasuke’s breath faltered. Finally looking down, his eyes widened at the precision of your movements.

You drew him out momentarily, your hand still working him as you have him a put.

“Do you like it? I want to hear you more…”

He cursed himself as you took him once more, gazing at you while your throat stroked him. He stuttered, feeling utterly pathetic.

“I-I do…Fuck—“

But when he felt the vibration around his dick caused by your moan, he realized it aroused you so intensely that you could barely refrain from touching yourself.

“[Name]…”

Sasuke called your name more, astonished as you began sucking him roughly, even gagging slightly when he reached the back of your throat. His hands instinctively threaded through your hair, lightly gripping it in a ponytail, though you were guiding all the actions.

“S-stop…” Flattering your movements, you scann his face for discomfort before you felt himself throbbing in your mouth. “I can’t last any…longer.”

His groans intensified as he saw your wicked smile, while you continued your pace, cupping his dull balls to hasten his orgasm. Sasuke assumed you would not want him to…

But you want exactly just that.

His eyebrows furrowed, eyes closing as he could not resist, spilling inside your mouth while pressing you closer, ensuring you swallowed everything, avoiding any mishap.

Barely realizing what had happened, his dick fucked your mouth deeper as he released himself, letting you stay still until he finished.

He withdrew instantly, checking if you were okay, guilt washing over him as you coughed. Then you began licking him again, cleaning him before wiping your chin, some of his cum staining your chin and lips.

Sasuke felt lightheaded, catching his rough breaths, unable to take his eyes off you. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you already desire his taste again.

Yet, you could not protest when Sasuke leaned down, gripping your head urgently and finding your lips, lifting your body in the process. The thought of tasting him himself made him feel uneasy, but more pressing was the intensity of his desire. You deserved everything…everything he could give you.

He kissed you with such longing that you could not conceal your surprise as he guided you toward the first wall near the waterfall, supporting your back as he raised your leg. His other hand rested on your cheek, fingertips brushing the back of your ear.

He dominated your mouth and you barely managed to speak as his lips pressed and licked yours.

“Sasuke, what—“

Now he was the one kneeling, he held you as your chest heaved, your body pliant under his control. With the leg over his shoulder, he gripped the other one.

“I need to make you feel pleasure too.”

You stammered as your hips buckled into his grip, causing him to tighten it.

“Y-yes?”

“Mhm.” He drew your training skirt upward, caressing your legs over the clothing, before pulling them down entirely. Seeing your damp underwear inflamed his desire. “It has been far too long.”

Your legs quivered, grateful that he supported most of your weight; otherwise, you could not have maintained your stance as his warm mouth kissed your pussy over your clothing.

“F-fuck…”

He glanced at you before resuming his ministrations, sliding your panties aside with his fingers to see you. You covered your face in embarrassment, witnessing him between your legs, Sasuke’s lips twitched. So pretty.

Sasuke only kissed your pussy briefly before lowering his head further, pressing against your thighs. You gasped at the pain, his teeth marking you just enough to blend pain with the already arousal. Sasuke really wished to admire his marks longer on you, but he couldn’t make you wait this much.

He placed his other hand on your ass and hoisting your leg over his shoulder more, burying his face between your legs and forcing you onto tiptoe so you could not fully sit on his face.

Yet Sasuke remained indifferent, hearing you moan his name as he began eating you out. He groaned at your sweet taste like a starved man, gripping your hips and pressing you himself over his mouth.

“Sasuke, fuck…I can’t— It feels so fucking good…”

Slurping all the wetness you gave him, he did not relent, allowing you to grind you rougher over his tongue, wanting to make you cum.

You grasped his hair tighter, and Sasuke locked eyes with you, sensing your orgasm approaching when he managed to slip his hand between your legs, pushing a finger inside you as you squeeze him instantly. He stretched you open along with his tongue, adding another one sooner.

With tears in your eyes, you whimpered at him. Seeing your motions slowing down, he helped you by rolling your hips over his tongue before licking and sucking around your clit.

You no longer resist, screaming and leaning your back as he held both legs to stabilize your vulnerable body when you start cumming over his face.

His tongue continued until your cries faded and you had to plead him to stop due to heightened sensitivity.

Only then did Sasuke lift his head, letting you down slowly as you caught your breath. Hands braced against the wall with your mind empty, focused solely on Sasuke with his swollen lips and chin glistening from you.

He kissed your skin, leaving warmth in return, leaving all his affection over your body.

Raising himself, he slipped a hand under your shirt, caressing your needy breasts until he found your lips again. He bit your lower lip, dragging it slowly, murmuring against your lips.

“I’m sorry for making you wait…” You barely comprehended his words, feeling only his touch, only his mouth on your neck as you sought closeness. “I should have touched you sooner.” He nipped your neck, squeezing your breasts simultaneously over the shirt. By now, all your body bore his marks.

He teased your buds slightly before cupping your breasts firmly, eliciting gasps into his mouth. You shivered, desire overwhelming you.

“I crave you s-so much, Sasuke. Please, I want you now…Mhmm!”

He halted your pleading as his hips instinctively pressed against you, leaning down to kiss you again. He gripped your training top, helping remove it until you were entirely exposed before him.

You drew your legs together in shyness, but when you lifted your hands toward your breasts to hide them too, Sasuke captured them, pressing them to the wall.

He devoured you with his intense gaze, whispering against your lips.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”

Your eyes softened, limbs trembling at his rare praise. He removed his pants himself, taking his dick in hand, already erect. Lowering himself, he lifted your legs over him more, positioning near your pussy.

You entwined your arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped around him with your head slightly above his. He whispered again, eyes conveying all the love he felt as his tip began filling your pussy.

“My beautiful woman…”

Both of your mouths parted, yours in response to the ache, his for the perilous threshold he should not cross so soon, lest he spill himself too swiftly within you.

He moved languidly, eyes fastened to your expression, halting almost in dread of harming you, with how tightly you clenched around him before you managed to speak.

“Move, Sasuke…”

Sasuke’s dick began to sink deeper, slowly at first, attempting to shape your pussy around him as you felt him reach unthinkable places, pressing against your belly from the angle, tears streaming freely down your face.

He could not surrender to his own rapture—not until your cries shifted from anguish into pleasure, until your legs trembled so violently you could no longer lock them around his frame.

“You’re so deep… so deep inside me—…Mhmh!” He devoured your sweet sounds, sealing your lips with his as he quickened his pace. A shame indeed that he could neither draw your breast into his mouth nor even cup them, as they bounced wildly with the force of his thrusts, for he feared he might drop you from his grip.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, clutching tighter at his damp strands as your screams muffled against his skin. His grasp on your thighs and ass was punishing, sure to leave bruises, an imprinted proof of his desire.

Sasuke pressed his forehead against yours, stalling your bouncing on his dick only to push you more rougher against the wall, repositioning his thrusts. His breath fell in ragged unison with yours, darkness glinting in the depths of his pupils as he spoke.

“Made for me. You…are made for me.”

“Mhmhm…I’m yours! I’m yours, Sa—“

You could not finish. Your walls constricted mercilessly around him before you came again, enveloping him with so much warmth from how utterly he unraveled you. He groaned, coaxing you through it in his own way.

“Mhm… Let it go over me, [Name]…”

His jaw tensed, his restraint fracturing as the cruel tightness of your walls and its heat drove him to the brink. He nearly gave in, nearly surrendered inside when you shook your head desperately, eyes imploring, urging.

“Yes, baby—In me, I want you so… much inside me… Sasuke, please—“

He tore himself away in desperation, slipping from your pussy with a strangled moan of your name as his release spilled against your thighs and the ground beneath. Breathless, when he lifted his gaze, your lips were the first thing he seized, devouring them in a desperate kiss that kept both your hearts pounding as frantically as before. Only when air itself abandoned you did he break away. His eyes widened at your dazed yet faintly sorrowful expression, whispering close against your mouth.

“You don’t want to…”

He nuzzled his face into your neck, whispering hoarsely, scattering kisses along your skin. “I do. I truly do.” His lips trailed upward, pressing tenderly over your cheeks, then higher still, behind your ear. “But please… wait a little longer.”

Sasuke longed to give you a child. He had thought about it long before, if only you desired it as well. But he could not risk your safety now, not in this hidden place, not without the sanctuary of your shared home. He needed to remain lucid, to shoulder the responsibility, to resist his impulses. He wanted to offer you nothing less than comfort and security.

He raised his head, meeting your tear-streaked face, receiving your slight nod. His lips curved into a small smile before fading at the gravity in your gaze.

His pulse surged violently.

“I love you. I love you, Sasuke.”

He did too, perhaps unbearably so. Yet he could not express how devastatingly his soul thundered for you now, only forcing frail words past his lips, terrified his courage would shatter if he lingered in silence.

“I… love you too.”

And surely it was not only your eyes that shimmered with love. You brushed him with a fleeting kiss, then his hold tightened, lifting your body slightly before turning you toward the cascade of the waterfall.

“Sasuke?”

“We need to wash ourselves.”

You gasped with theatrical offense.

“Do you dare imply we are dirty?!”

He smirked, answering as you yelped at the sudden chill of water crashing against your back.

“Yes.”

You chuckled, closing your eyes as the water streamed over your face. His gaze gentled, tilting faintly upward toward you, letting you wash first while still holding you tightly within his embrace.

What a man he had become since knowing you. A man no longer so afraid to give you the affection you deserved. For as long as he was able.

But what captivated you were his narrow, dark brown eyes. To your embarassment, it was a second too long when you get lost in his gaze until a hot drop of coffee brought you back to reality, making you curse under your mouth.

You ignored his gaze until you reached the entrance, realizing that you couldn't get in without a badge. Only then did you look up at Dazai, who was already smiling slightly at you, still leaning against the wall.”

“You're a little late, Miss [Name]."

He chuckled, turning in a whole different vibe when he saw you gesture agitatedly with your hands, realizing he is the one who'll show you the way around as the email for Mrs. Fuzukawa informed with little details.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I would have said hello or at least introduced myself or..."

Dazai took his hand out of his long, sand-colored trench coat, scratching the back of his head a little and smiling at you with his eyes closed.

"Haha, don't worry! I was joking. Not a fan of going to work so early in the morning."

Dazai faked a yawn as he put the badge on the door for you to enter, walking behind you.

The elevator ride felt like it took longer than it actually did. Something about his behavior made you uneasy. His childish attitude was a contrast to the moments when he wasn't talking. Even now you could feel his presence behind you, feeling his gaze on you, but you didn't dare look back. You felt your palms sweating, trying to wipe them subtly, but without success.

Dazai could tell that you were a little timid, a little nervous. However, he still didn't realize other things.

He opened the door for you to enter the office, and you felt like sinking into the ground, given how many people were staring at you.

A boy with interesting eyes, with purple irises and a yellow curve along the bottom of the pupil, was the first to notice you, coming over to shake your hand.

"Hello! I'm Atsushi. Aa—your colleague, I think!”

As you tried to respond, the man you had interviewed with, named Fuzukawa, the only familiar face, spoke behind you, startling you in the process.

"She's not necessarily your colleague, Atsushi. She'll be working more with Osamu."

You didn't know who Osamu was yet, but you guessed you would find out.

Although he was still behind you.

Fuzakawa turned to you. “Hello, Miss Y/N. We're glad to meet you as a new member." He made room for you to follow him. “Here, come after me. Later, I'll show you your new office here."

He always has been so formal with you…but you get used to it.

── ⋆⋅

Your first day here already seemed difficult.

Especially when you found out who Osamu really was and that he was your new colleague.

You and Dazai started off on the wrong foot as partners.

After a while, you start getting comfortable and had an input of how they are.

How the first boy you met, Atushi it’s a ray of sunshine, even if he doesn’t trust himself enough, having a rainy cloud on his head when he struggle with his past. The childish, lazy Ranpo, but serious, trustworthy based on his inteligent and caring when needed. The too formal Kunikida that portrayed himself as a boomer sometimes, but with a strongly sense of justice about unfairness even if he doesn’t really like the person that much. To the more harsh personalities like Kyōka, concerning sadistic like Akiko or the Taniaki twins that weirded you out. And so on.

Even Fuzukawa is not that hard to read as a serious, capable man with a commanding aura that isn’t from a place of narcissism as he care for the wellbeing for the team.

But all this stops to Dazai.

You can’t trust your opinions on him, since he always show only what he wants. At first you were surprised at his goofy, yet suicidal tendencies that was a complet shock for you as he managed to concern you at first. But Dazai found an amusement to tease you based on your reaction.

“You were concerned about me, bella? Awww, should I be flattered?”

Still, everything you tried to understand about him was destroyed when you found about his past. Accidentally, of course.

Being his collegue, assigned to go to mission to him was an opportunity to see that terrifc feelings he carry around him when the sudden change in behaviour changes. Maybe that’s was the only reason you were so curious about him.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to look in the files of your colleague. You eyes widen on the paper in found of you.

During his time as a Mafia executive, Dazai held a record of 138 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, and 625 counts of assorted fraud, among other crimes.

Your muscle tensed, the shaken emotions forced you to breath calmy when you heard Dazai slow steps closer to your behind, too late to stop your actions.

“You need help, bella? I’ll feel bad to know my colleague work overtime.”

You gulped, giving him a short smile over your shoulder before you looked down. Your trembeling fingers managed to be placed on another files that you were before after hearing his steps.

“Thank you, Dazai. It’s nothing, just wanted to check the reports of our last mission if i made any mistakes.”

Dazai mouth twitched, with his hands in his cloak and a expression he could be perceived relaxed, but his gaze that you currently avoid was everything but intense.

His voice was pinched, almost casually.

“I'm usually the more confused one, funny that you forgot our reports were never here.”

You moved away from the drawer, putting your hand behind your head and finally standing facing him.

"Pff, what nonsense! I think I'm too tired. I stole your place this time.”

When your eyes locked, Dazai gave you a short smile until it faded. You couldn’t take your eyes for him, your legs fidget slighty so you can leave the room when his expression turned wicked, seeing the void in his eyes that swallowed your ability to escape him.

The complexity of the intensity crushed your mind. You couldn't understand if his presence affected you because it scared you or because it drew you closer like a magnet.

You closed your eyes, shivering when his fingers brushed your cheeks, as he looked at you with a false smile.

"Yes, maybe you're just tired." Your eyes widen when he grips your jaw, feeling an urge to run. "You know, I've been analyzing you lately."

Your voice betrayed you, stuttering.

“Y-yes?”

“Mhm.” Dazai looked all over your face, specifically lowering his gaze on your lips before looking in your frightened eyes. "I could say that you are an innocent and well-behaved person. Am I wrong, bella?"

You shaked you head rapidly.

He smirked, feeling his grip tightening on both of your cheeks.

"But that's not all, is it? You also like risky situations. That's so…dangerous.”

You had no choice but to pray that he would let you go. Otherwise, why else would him be on this team? It seemed like a document that not only you knew about, right? Or did very few people find out about it?

“I’m s-sorry—“

Dazai just looked at the sincerity in your eyes, analyzing whether you were just pretending to get out of it.

"Aww, but you don't have to feel sorry. Just be aware of the consequences, yes? I don't want anything to happen to you.”

His gripped flattened until his other personality striked again. A smile formed on his face, closing his eyes.

"See you tomorrow!! Get some rest, beautiful."

He winked at you, feeling a shiver down your spine at the awkwardness mixed with the whiplashing contrast of him.

It took you a few seconds to calm down before leaving the room.

── ⋆⋅

You managed to avoid Dazai afterward, though you were certain he was still monitoring you. Something told you that… you weren’t the only one who knew about him way too much.

Otherwise, how could you explain when he appeared behind you, speaking just low enough for only you to hear, with that particular smile you could feel even without seeing. Your hands froze on the laptop keyboard.

“I think the name of my ability would’ve suited yours better, don’t you agree?”

Your eyes widened, terror-struck, as he walked lazily toward his desk, smiling at you with his hands tucked into his pockets.

Fuzukawa had promised no one would ever know about your ability. It was impossible for him to have betrayed you. Why would he ever say anything—

Dazai had found out on his own.

Your pulse rose drastically, leaving you feeling so utterly exposed.

How much did he know?

Looking back, the unraveling of your family had begun long before your parents were killed before your eyes. They had always kept you away from the truth which, cliché as it was, you found out anyway—only far too late. The Port Mafia’s ties to them were anything but friendly. On the contrary, Fuzukawa’s former comrades had been cast aside by the Port boss before Mori, a man notorious for his violent, impulsive nature.

Unfortunately, that nature had spilled over onto your parents. Former members, manipulated by him, were present when they were slaughtered in your own home—not long before Fuzukawa appeared, becoming the first to witness your ability.

You hadn’t even known your parents possessed it as well. You only learned later, when Fuzukawa handed you a letter they had left behind for you, to be delivered in case of the worst.

The Settling Sun. Raising people from the dead.

The assailants collapsed to the ground, though you were unconscious of being the cause—your soul and sheer will absorbing their strength, manipulating it, and releasing it to summon the dead into revival. Depending on how powerful the original bearer had been, that determined how skilled the resurrected became. They were, however, nothing but mindless copies.

So when you fell to your knees, tears searing into your skin like tattoos, your voice trembling, your expression stricken—

“Mom? Dad?”

Fuzukawa stood to the side, equally stunned. Rarely was he moved, let alone frightened, but this power shook him considerably.

Your dead parents stared at you, waiting, as if anticipating a command. Only when you thought you wanted to embrace them did they stagger toward you like zombified dolls, forcing a scream from your throat.

“[Name], stop it! Stop your power!”

Fuzukawa tried cutting them down as they fought mindlessly.

“How! I don’t know! Please, help me, please!”

Your young emotions were too violent, your small frame curling in on itself, head pressed to your knees in desperation.

Fuzukawa blocked a vicious strike from your father, sword vertical against the other’s descending blade. He shouted over his shoulder.

“Accept their death! Feel your soul and release that power back into your mind!”

You trembled, trying to calm your shivering form by repeating it like a mantra.

Accept. Focus. Release. Accept. Focus. Release.

Silence fell. You finally raised your pained expression, finding Fuzukawa breathing heavily, staring at the fallen corpses collapsed once more on the floor.

You saw the culprits who had killed them, just before fainting. But not from grief, nor even shock. It was the consequence of your ability. Each time you used it, your consciousness wavered depending on the strain—the strength of the soul you had absorbed, the transmission of your own, and the gravity of the situation.

In your case, grave enough to leave you comatose for an entire month.

The official report was deliberately mishandled, glossing over details that might have granted sympathy for your case—instead, it made you culpable for the resurrection of the dead, even your own parents.

Illegal to disturb a grave. Illegal to even move a corpse without authorization. But revive?

You were lucky Fuzukawa had taken you under his wing when you were only fifteen. With the promise that you would join the ADA at eighteen, placed under constant supervision. Yet Fuzukawa respected your personal space. Out of respect for your parents and their wishes, shared once with other members—including Mori, back when he had a chance at being a decent man. He, too, had known who you are.

Finishing your thread of thought, connecting the dots, you realized Dazai probably knew from there. Did he still have ties with them? What did the Agency think of it? Was he a traitor?

The situation grew increasingly dangerous, making you fear the place where you stood.

But Dazai overwhelmed you even more, confusing you about where the two of you truly stood.

Impulsively, you rose and marched toward him. I don’t fucking fear a man for nothing.

I can defend myself. Protect myself.

You leaned into the open door where Dazai had a book covering his face, sprawled across his chair as if he were bored to death.

“Wanna grab a coffee with me?”

He peeked his head over the book, revealing first his goofy grin and then his full face, slowly.

“Oh? A date, bella?”

You rolled your eyes, already stepping out and calling over your shoulder.

“Are you coming or not?”

A small smirk formed on his lips before he rose to his feet, sighing heavily as though burdened with endless work.

“Anything for you, [Name].”

── ⋆⋅

Something in Dazai’s gaze, as he sat across from you at the small table in the more private café you had chosen, gave you the impression he had already premeditated this meeting—making you knit your brows at him in irritation.

His goofy smiled bewildered you as he swirl his 3 shots of expresso in his cup with a spoon of sugar. You raised your eyebrow, faigning concern.

“Isn’t that extreme? I though you drink only black coffe.”

He let a small gasp, saying an “Oh!” before adding. “You even know what type of coffe I like? I think we are meant to be.”

Your voice was sharp.

“Dazai.”

Opening his eyes, Dazai’s smile faded gradually, changing in something more troublesome. His eyes betrayed nothing.

“How much did you know?”

He let a soft breath, wavering his head dismissively.

“Probably more than you, sweetheart.”

“It wasn’t intentional, you know? Like I’m not some delinquent ready to stab you in your sleep.”

Dazai’s voice was pleading when he grabbed your hands, his eyes popped out like a kid seeing a lollipop.

“But you can do it! I reaaally don’t mind.”

Your heart throbbed, feeling his touch. You slipped your hand from his, curling your arms around your chest.

It was a confirmation for Dazai, seeing you pout in irritation that not a malice intention could be felt from you. His gaze turned a shade lower.

“How did you find about me?”

Dazai’s voice was anything but cold.

“You’re a smart woman, aren’t you? Why would you want answers you know you shouldn’t have?”

“Is this a threat?”

Dazai smiled at that. He lowered his hands on the table along with his head, almost whispering.

“You can call it courtesy, bella.”

── ⋆⋅

It was dry to go out with him for coffee. What were you expecting? Thinking maybe you’ll get something out of him, only for your head to hurt even more. You decided to remain silent, there’s no chance Dazai works that subtly, or worse, that he’d be a traitor against your paternal figure, Fuzukawa. Right?

Sitting all together after a demanding mission, more for Ranpo than for the rest, Dazai keeps talking, in his absence.

“What surprised me more than anything was that Super Deduction isn’t an ability.” He chuckled.

You furrowed your eyebrows, arranging the reports on the shared desk of your offices.

“What are you talking about? Don’t say stupid things like that. Then that was—“

“Regular deduction. He formed the conclusion in the blink of an eye based on what he knew.”

You blinked at him, processing his words.

“Don’t say this to him.”

Dazai shrugged his shoulders before Atsushi pecking his head in the door, your attention turned to him.

“H-hey! Hello…Ahm..”

Your voice was warm as his anxious nature could be seen.

“Yes, Atsushi?”

“Me and Tanizaki…Well, mostly Tanizaki proposed to celebrate these past missions…at Ranpo’s house later.”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised and Dazai spoke first.

“For free?”

Atsushi furrowed his expression in annoyance.

“Of course not!”

Dazai chuckled, before leaning on his chair more relaxed. As you looked at him, he return his gaze on you, like he waited for a response and you felt your stomach curl for an unknown reasons.

“We will come.”

You smile to Atsushi before he exit the door. After that, you let put a soft breath.

“I really need a drink since i work with you.”

You murmur mostly for you, still Dazai smirked as he watched you, putting you in place when you dare to look at him.

Something about him is hard to stay away.

── ⋆⋅

After a few glasses so that you were a bit dizzy, you sat somewhere near a tense Kunikida, nudging him lightly in the shoulder. He widened his eyes, looking at the gesture.

“Loosen up a bit. Life is not that serious every damn time.”

He huffed, murmuring.

“I don’t know what to say about it.”

Right on time, Tanizaki who laughed with redded cheecks along with Atsushi for like all night, spoke a little slurry.

“How about a drink game?”

Kunikida’s voice was sharp, accusing.

“You’re are already drunk and want to play a drink game?! Are you that irresponsible?”

You forced yourself to don’t laugh, unconsciously looked at a relaxed Dazai, who sat on the floor, leaning on his hands. He felt your gaze, giving you a small smile before you avoided his.

The hint of your jumping heart was annoyed, probably is just the alcohol. You hate that man’s guts too much to see him in a different way.

Naomi’s raised voice was amused, directed at Atsushi.

“No way, you didn’t play at all 7 minutes in Heaven? Like ever?”

Atsushi blushed. Naomi was kinda mean, didn’t think twice that maybe he didn’t had the occasion to play in an orphanage. He is barely 18 years old. So maybe it was the alcohol mixed with the compassion for Atsushi’s childhood, you decided to speak about this game. You don’t like it, doesn’t seem like a good idea. Maybe it cringed you a little.

“Let’s play, then.”

Looking around the room, you realized they were pretty young. Even Dazai. Despite their ruthless childhood, just like yours. It’s disturbing how sometimes people forget to live their age.

Atsushi widened his eyes, but a glint of appreciation was shown in his eyes.

Lucky for you, spinning the bottle was safe until now. Your cheeks hurt for laughing after an embarrassed Ranpo made Akiko’s head hurt for speaking for 7 minutes straight about how fascinating is the Euler’s identity, and why the mathematics theorem is named the most beautiful one. Making her to give him a small peck only to stop him speaking.

Even Atsushi had his glorious time when he was visibly agitated and shy (as you imagine it), but Akiko as cold as she is, calmed him with a peck only his cheek. Making him brush his fingers over the spot until he kneel down between the members.

Well, that’s what they said. Usually, you and the person you’re grouped with must go into a small room (in this case, Ranpo’s father’s wine cellar).

Unfortunately, Naomi didn’t have any chance this game yet, still she laughed when Tanizaki was forced to go in the room with Kunikida. They fight like…all the time. Even if the small room didn’t really could give you what they talk exactly, they raised their voice so much it was impossible.

But the fun ended here.

Gulping from your drunk, you almost spill it out when the bottle fixed on you and…Dazai. His gaze turned troublesome, smiling irritably for you.

“Finally, some time alone with bella.”

You roll your eyes, even if your cheeks hurt blush afterwards as you walked annoyed in the room first, Dazai walking slowly behind you until the door closed.

The others who remained looked at the door, Atsushi giving a glance at Tanizaki who was like “I feel sorry for her.”

Meanwhile you had thrown a glance around at multiple wine bottles, the dim light barely making anything visible.

“Wow, but everybody has money in this agency?”

Turning, Dazai was already a bit too close to you. Your eyes widened.

“You’re way too close.”

“How shocking.”

His teasing whispering voice was messing with your head, along with his amused, yet void eyes.

“And you’re so irritating.”

“Am I?”

Accidentally, your eyes lowered on his lips before you see his smirk, making your blush deepening, avoiding his gaze. The intoxication didn’t come from the poisonous drink, no. It came also from him. You hated how much you gave him after everything, that much was carefully restrained from the first time you saw him leaning on that stupid wall, dragging from that cigarette with the same demeanour like right this moment.

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

He raised his eyebrows, faking innocence.

“Oh? And why do you think I want something from you?” Your breath stopped when he leaned, closer to your ear “You think you are so important, bella? That I bother that much with you?”

His mockery tone wasn’t so subtle, even if his voice seemed neutral.

You whispered, feeling a pang of hurt at his words.

“Fuck you, Dazai.”

His fingers brushed your cheeks, your knees buckled in response. Your body really don’t cooperate with the angry face you gave him.

Especially when he spoke again against your lips.

“You really are a smart woman, bella. Since I reaally want something from you.”

Your eyes widen at his words mixed with his actions. So he just wanted to belittle me before saying some shits like that?

Still, your thoughts finish when his lips pressed onto yours. You gasp, making Dazai smiled at your reaction when he catched slowly your lower lip before his teeth.

You almost jumped at Ranpo’s raising voice.

“Time’s up! Come on, now.”

Dazai chuckled, looking down at you before his thumb dragged down your lower lip and rested a little on your cheek before he turned his back, exiting the room and starting whistling some sounds while walking like nothing happened here.

You wanted to break some fucking things at that, barely containing your punch since the wines around looked expensive. That asshole wanted to play with me.

── ⋆⋅

The floating line came with vast waves that carried you to the shore, once again into the arms of that morbid curiosity regarding the person who intruded not only upon your personal space at the office, but now also upon your life itself.

It was indisputable that yes, a part of you—though it sensed reluctance and the instinct for survival urging you to avoid circumstances in which your presence would have been ill-advised—still harbored attraction.

Dazai had a poisoned, charming beauty. Despite his hollow, narrow eyes that displayed merely a superficial surface of rudimentary human emotions, it was that very gaze that dissected you down to the marrow of your bones, stripping you at times even of your garments, leaving you exposed. Dazai, although revealing his interest only in detached gestures of affection—such as that brief kiss which, irritatingly, that you still felt lingering on your lips—was, in private, undeniably drawn to you too.

Beyond his peculiar way of existing and his incessant need to grasp countless details about the external world, which he had failed to find meaning since Oda, his lifelong comrade, leaving him — Dazai, avoidant by nature, was not inclined to delve too deeply into his inner world, lest it should translate into weakness.

Of course, he had his ideals, participating in his grandest ambition, yet those were not matters that rendered him stagnant.

Whereas the attraction he felt for you, a person who had been consumed by darkness and yet possessed an indomitable nature, was far from irrelevant to him.

Well, perhaps it was not only your personality that compelled him. Perhaps also those lips, so easily bitten, or that body whose form could not be concealed no matter the attire, which he found nothing short of sexy as hell.

In short, he would not hesitate to fuck you if you yielded. And that was precisely what he desired.

Your interactions were becoming increasingly strained. And everything began to collapse when Fyodor Dostoyevsky appeared in the foreground.

You had just learned of the attempted murder of Mori, the boss of the Port Mafia, from Fuzukawa, who seemed slightly shaken by the events.

While you silently recited your mental plan, loading the bullets into your pistol and slipping them into the subtle pockets of your black cloak, Dazai appeared in your office.

You cast him a disinterested glance over your shoulder, unwilling to offer him the satisfaction of knowing you were affected by what had occurred at Ranpo’s house.

“Can I help you with something, Dazai?”

He exhaled a faint huff, closing his eyes before speaking in his affable tone.

“And here I thought we were finally getting along better, [Name].”

You didn’t reply, though you could feel his gaze burning into your back, tightening your muscles.

“I need you to help me with something.”

That made your body stiffen. Help Dazai with something? What game was this? Although the truth was far from what you were inclined to believe, Dazai did consider you capable—and trustworthy—enough.

He shifted the chair aside, gesturing for you to sit, and you complied reluctantly, your eyes fixed on him as he sat across from you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“No one in the Agency knows about this, so I’d prefer it remain that way. Can I trust you, bella?”

You furrowed your brows. Even if your heart began to palpitate again in his presence, you didn’t buy into it.

“Tell me.”

He lingered one moment too long in silence before speaking.

“It’s about a book I need you to gather information on.”

“A book?”

Dazai nodded, his expression grave.

“A book desired by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.”

Your eyes widened, though you didn’t dare to ask more just yet.

“It’s… let’s say, a supernatural book, as far as I know. A novel with entirely blank pages, where anything inscribed within becomes reality.”

A pause.

“It is essential to understand why he seeks it, since there exists only a single copy in the entire world.”

Processing his words, you couldn’t restrain the question.

“Why me, Dazai?”

Dazai’s mouth twitched, sending a terrible chill through you.

“Because I trust you to extract this information from the man. Your charm is sufficient for someone like him. Especially since he seems like another version of… me.” Dazai’s eyes glimmered with…appreciation?

You didn’t respond to his subtle praise. You merely gave him a nod after a silence drawn one minute too long.

── ⋆⋅

Dazai was troubled by the emotions stirring within him, an unsettling feeling that struck when he heard you had been shot.

Fyodor adjusted his garments, glancing at his white hat before brushing off some nonexistent dust, speaking with his back still turned to you.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

He turned around, seeing you standing at the center of the room. Fyodor examined your figure in a swift sizing-up before his gaze focused on the determination burning in your eyes.

“Entirely irrelevant to indulge your curiosity.”

He raised his brow lightly, leaning against the table with his back

“Oh? No offense taken, lady. But—”

Cutting him off, Fyodor felt a sudden impulse to kill you on the spot. You hurled his hat at him, and he caught it deftly.

“Tell me the identity of the poison afflicting my director.”

Fyodor immediately assumed your director was more than a mere superior. His gaze turned bored.

“And why should I trouble myself with someone so irrelevant, as you’ve said?”

Unconsciously, his words echoed those of someone else.

“Striving to obtain that sealed book to annihilate Yokohama’s ability users—it’s a bit complicated to achieve without killing both the Agency’s and the Mafia’s leaders, isn’t it? You rats.”

Fyodor struggled to fathom what kind of foolishness could make you speak so, unless you were not as irrelevant as you pretended to be.

His steps grew slower, thickening the atmosphere. Your heart pounded, yet you revealed nothing.

“What makes you believe you know anything of what I intend to achieve?”

So Dazai had been right. You hadn’t deduced it at first, but after he explained his line of reasoning, it made perfect sense.

“Because I know all too well a man intelligent enough to attempt the very same thing.”

Disgust twisted within you as your tongue shaped words of appreciation for Dazai, but you succeeded in sparking Fyodor’s interest, however faintly accelerated.

“And you want me to believe you know who I am, to dare to correlate me with this mysterious individual?”

You held his intense gaze, letting silence weigh heavy before you spoke. Feeling the need to confront both the arrogance of this enigmatic man and the secret veiled within your presence. Perhaps you would be of use in his schemes to come.

“Very well. The poison I gave him ensures mutual destruction. I won’t personally eradicate the two organizations, you shall destroy yourselves.”

You caught only part of his explanation about the poison, for the bullet that pierced through you—avoiding vital points, yet fired by a sniper—had already cast you to the ground.

Dazai had predicted you might become a danger, which was why he monitored the interaction, seeking first to observe the man ahead, to grasp at least a fragment of Fyodor’s nature. But he crushed the sniper far too late.

Fyodor only noticed Dazai at the end, smiling at him with the same intensity, before speaking to you.

“I’d use that book to craft a world free from the sin of ability users. It will be the promised land.”

Both Kunikida’s and Atsushi’s voices broke the air, diverting his attention before he vanished.

“[Name], where are you?”

Oh, fuck. You had forgotten they weren’t meant to know what you had done to aid Dazai. But your bleeding organs didn’t care enough to lift you from the ground, as slipping consciousness began to fade. You didn’t realize you were lifted from the floor, nor by whom.

── ⋆⋅

At the present moment, Dazai had been reflecting for far too long at the window upon Fyodor’s plan, managing to explain, in his own way, why you had ended up shot and what you had been doing there. Regretting that he should have remained one step ahead of the enemy, something that was hard for him to accept — to regret the existence of collateral victims.

At your first pained grunt, as your eyes opened against the searing light of the hospital room— Dazai turned his head instantly, approaching you. His eyes were the first thing you saw clearly, and you didn’t know whether it was hallucination brought by morphine from the operation, or whether he truly was… relieved that you were alive.

He didn’t crack a joke, as you would have expected. He only looked into your accusing eyes before gently grasping your hand.

“I’m sorry, bella. I promise it wasn’t intentional, and I hadn’t thought it through to the very end, that it would come to this.”

Your voice was hoarse, coughing a little, making Dazai squeeze your hand tighter.

“And what worth do your words have, Dazai?”

You were among the few who could read him, if only slightly, pressing him to the wall whenever the chance arose.

“My plan was dangerous, given Fyodor’s abilities and presence. That is why I was there. I knew he might attempt something, but I trusted you could hold him off for the moment, until I intervened.”

You scoffed, averting your eyes from him and slipping your hand free.

“And apparently, I didn’t hold him off.”

Dazai shook his head, drawing your gaze back to him.

“No. It was the failure of my plan. You were impeccable.”

He rose from his chair, maintaining a seriousness and sincerity that were unusual for Dazai. Especially when he leaned down to place a soft, fleeting kiss upon your temple before leaving, never once looking back.

You breathed heavily, staring at the ceiling as you felt the complications in your heart. Yet still, others had it worse than you. And that was about to unfold far sooner than you wished.

── ⋆⋅

Still, that was the best you got. After that, Dazai remained the same arrogant, ridiculous man. A menace.

“Bellaaa! I want to play something.”

Dazai invaded your office the following weeks, pressing his hands together while smiling with his eyes closed.

“No.”

You walked past him with a stern gaze.

“What?!” His eyes widened as he spun his body dramatically. “You don’t even know what it is yet!” Dazai whined at the injustice.

“Knowing you, it’s probably something I shouldn’t know.”

He chuckled, trailing after you.

“And that’s exactly why you should do it! Which means it’ll be fun.”

You tilted your head briefly toward him, sending him a sharp glare.

“Or deathly.”

His smile broadened as he pointed a finger skyward.

“Precisely!”

You rolled your eyes, pouring some coffee from the machine.

He leaned on the counter, watching you with pleading eyes as you made one for him as well, his expression brightening in surprise. Still, you detachedly returned to the pile of papers in front of you, since he had been far too preoccupied all week to acknowledge them.

“Sooo?” He followed you again, standing behind your chair with a pouty expression.

“Say it already.”

As he sipped from the plain black cup, he hummed softly at the taste before speaking.

“So, I was researching your ability…”

Your eyes widened; you immediately pressed your hand over his mouth. His eyes gleamed mischievously when your face came so close, even as you hissed at him.

“Dazai, shut the fuck up!”

He chuckled when your hand finally dropped.

“Is there a possibility you can revive objects as well?”

You raised a brow.

“Objects?”

“Yes. Any object you want…by pouring a fragment of your soul into it after absorbing someone’s power, empowering it as you do with people.”

“I don’t think so—“

Dazai cut you off with a challenging smile.

“But have you tried?”

“Dazai, what is the point of this? And how could I even test it, when people aren’t supposed to know about my power, let alone willingly allow me to absorb them—”

“Me. I volunteer.”

You instinctively put distance between you and him. His presence pulled you in too strongly. Shaking your head, you replied.

“No.”

“Buuuut why? I trust you, bella! You wouldn’t hurt me intentionally unless I annoyed you that badly, right?” He dragged your chair closer to him. Your irritation flared.

“Dazai, I don’t find it amusing to indulge your suicidal tendencies, especially not by my hand. And I don’t want you to be—” His grin widened, anticipating your next words, so you changed them. “Still, if you insist, I’ll make sure you end up a dead man by my hands.”

He whispered, amused.

“Kinky.”

Your hands covered your face in exasperation. Dazai gently pulled them away, and you froze until your body betrayed you—melting under his touch, exactly as he wanted. He adored the contrast: your annoyed, furious expression against a body that surrendered so easily to him. Only your mind was still resisting.

“It’s about the book.” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “From what we know, it’s a sealed book. Perhaps the sealing power was inflicted from another timeline, before you were even born. It’s not an impossible deduction. It doesn’t hurt to test it.”

Dazai looked at you, faintly amused that he had become the type to explain his logic before acting. Maybe it was guilt from last time? He couldn’t quite place why he hadn’t managed to manipulate you as easily as usual.

“But it will hurt.”

He whispered, squeezing your hand as he leaned closer.

“I’ve had worse. I trust you, bella.”

You searched his eyes for anything that might stop you from attempting this.

“We’ll start with smaller objects first.” He smiled, thrilled. “Stop when I say.” He nodded eagerly, agreeing to everything you said. “And start only when I want.”

“Mhm, mhm!” He leapt from the chair, nearly vanishing from the room, but not before kissing your cheek. “Muah!”

He disappeared through the door, leaving you to watch him like an overexcited child who’d just been allowed an hour of play outside. Except this “play” involved consuming his power and hurting him.

You pressed your palm to your face, questioning your life choices.

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While you stood in the abandoned building, the same place where Atsushi had first transformed into a tiger, you paced restlessly back and forth. It was already the third time Dazai had nullified your ability. You had been trying to revive a broken vase, one you’d shattered as a child. It still lay in your old home, hidden beneath the bed. That evening, you had been terrified, confessing to your mother that you had broken her favorite vase.

“I can’t fucking absorb your ability’s energy!”

Dazai scratched his chin, contemplating in front of an empty wooden box.

“Hm. Perhaps I didn’t think this through.” It only took a fraction of a second before his infuriatingly sharp deductions surfaced.

“But what if we touch at the same time? It could create a synchronization and…the stronger one wins.”

He winked at you, and you felt your eye twitch.

“I don’t need willpower. But you do, don’t you?” Dazai stepped closer with deliberate ease. “If your adverse effects are linked to the strength of the absorbed ability, the depth of your will, and the raw power of your own ability…Would you truly be affected?”

Your brows furrowed in irritation.

“This was supposed to affect you, not me.”

He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning his head in, one leg casually set back.

“But I never said there weren’t risks for both of us, bella. I only said I’d like to experience them.”

I don’t want to die like this.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Who knows….maybe your ability is stronger than mine. After all, the name of my ability should have been yours as i said.”

Dazai caught the fear in your eyes, maybe that’s why he attempted to reassure you in his own way. Persuasive, yes, but more than that… it convinced you because he didn’t seem entirely indifferent if you died because of him.

“How should we touch each other?”

Your cheeks flushed the moment you voiced it, making Dazai chuckle. His voice dipped, smooth and suggestive.

“In any way you want, [Name].”

You scoffed, pulling away. There was no point hiding your face now since he had already seen your flustered expression. So what? It didn’t mean you had been imagining indecent things with him in particular.

You raised your palms toward him, showing him the only method you were willing to try. His smile didn’t fade, just mirroring you. The distance between you was thin as glass.

“Focus on your will, bella.”

His eyes locked into yours, as if commanding your very mind. You nodded, exhaling quickly as you brought your palms closer, repeating your will like you alwayd do. Like a mantra.

Absorb enough, not more, of Dazai’s power to revive the broken vase under my bed. Without strings attached. Release his power quickly.

Absorb. Revive. Release.

The specificity of your command demanded your energy flow be free of emotional entanglements. To keep yourself focused, you tried to distract your thoughts by repeating the mantra.

“Say something. Something shocking. Now, Dazai!” you urged, your palms only centimeters from his.

“I want to kiss you again.”

Your eyes widened just as your hands connected.

You couldn’t even register if your ability had worked, too unconsciously drawn into Dazai’s dark eyes that bore into you. Not until his lips parted, his smile fading along with his nullification, his body collapsing in an instant.

Your breathing shortened, your throat dry. You staggered upright on weakened legs, searching frantically around the two of you.

“No, no. Please, tell me it worked—”

Your mind, hazy and panicked, took far too long to notice the vase lying near Dazai’s body.

“Oh my god, it worked…Dazai, f-fuck! Wake up! You can’t stay like this too long! Fuck your stupid plan, I shouldn’t have—”

You shook his shoulders, kneeling beside him, your hands cupping his cheeks before sliding desperately down to his chest, pressing against his heartbeat.

At that exact moment, you felt his pulse and his hand closed over your wrist. Your eyes met instantly.

Your veins still raced, the breath remained the same, shortening even more. You couldn’t decipher into Dazai’s look that he felt a twisted exhilaration as his ability was stripped away by yours, the pain only deepened his happiness surfacing from the inner of his own soul. And what he wanted before, now narrowed into a single, consuming need. Your lips.

You gasped when his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you down until his mouth captured yours. His low moan made you shiver, making your body craving more as his pulled you with him, dragging you into his lap. The more he touched you, the more desperately you responded.

Dazai’s mouth pried yours open for his tongue to slip inside in a messy, urgent kill, fueled by both desire and the horrific thrill coursing through him. His hands shamelessly roamed over your ass, squeezing it after he swallowed your first moan you gave him and guiding you to grind against him harder, needier — until you could barely breathe, couldn’t respond anymore to his dominant mouth. You tore away only to rest your forehead against his.

Both of you gasped with lips parted, your ragged breaths syncing as your bodies rubbed together through the thin barrier of clothing. Entirely connected, speaking only through touch.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this aroused (perhaps not since high school) just from dry humping against his restrained hardness, proven by your own arousal, moaning as you pressed closer. When your own sounds pitched higher, nearing release, you barely registered Dazai’s lips trailing down your neck before he bit you, forcing a whimper.

“D-Dazai.”

He didn’t stop, alternating bites with soothing licks, until he gripped your hips, dragging you more forcefully against him. The throbbing ache between your thighs broke into tremors as release overtook you while you collapsed against his neck, muffling your cries into his skin.

Dazai’s hand returned to the back of your neck, forcing your face up andmaking you meet his eyes. They were dazzling, fevered like yours— but laced with a manic glint that both terrified and enthralled you.

“I’m gonna fuck you, bella.” You gasped as he tugged your hair tighter, whispering once more against your lips. “And you’re going to scream exactly how much I want you to.”

Matching the intensity of his tone, you replied.

”Is there a threat, Dazai?”

His mouth only twitched, remembering his courtesy come to a final, after all.

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As you were opening the door to your house, a little timid, you thought, “Why must they always come to my place?”

Not that it happens too often, especially when the individual breathing down your neck has mentally tormented you in recent times, but it’s still your intimate space, your safe haven. And yet, a part of you, perhaps the strange part, doesn’t feel so troubled that Dazai has a slight access here, like the badge you receive at a new job. The access is restricted, depending on who you are, how trustworthy you are.

But that doesn’t mean there isn’t the risk of someone deceiving you, sneaking into a chamber near your fragile soul and stealing from it. And Dazai is precisely the kind of man who makes you feel like you’re gambling sometimes.

Yet when you feel him like now, his intoxicating scent drowning your senses as his head buries into your neck, his arms enveloping you from behind, there is silence and the constant alertness fades away.

One of Dazai’s hands came over your breats, squeezing, while the other rested on your belly, pushing you slightly toward him.

“Mhm…”

Dazai’s mouth found the lobe of your ear, sucking gently before catching it between his teeth. The slight sting was ignored as his hand slid from your belly downward, coming between your legs and making you gasp. You were lucky he didn’t look at you, otherwise you couldn’t explain how your shyness around him vanished so fast as his fingers unzipped your pants, slipping his palm over your panties and making you bend forward against him.

His movements were smooth, addictive, so that your body couldn’t feel neglected. As your hips pressed against him every time his fingers on your clit quickened, Dazai slapped you and you moaned. “F-fuck…”

“You are a little desperate, bella. Aren’t you?”

It was infuriating that his voice remained unaffected, but you couldn’t reply as the hand once on your breast moved to your neck, restricting your breath slightly, stilling you as his fingers worked faster in circles, in tandem with his hold on you. He pulled you tighter to his chest, watching your suffocated-yet-blissful expression with his lips parted. Loosening his grip at the very end for you to breath more, Dazai’s focus was entirely on your face — brows furrowed in concentration, your moans rising in intensity.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck, Dazai, I’m gonna cum—Don’t you dare stop. D-don’t, please—”

You cut yourself short as your head dropped onto his shoulder, eyes shutting, while he chuckled at your threatening words.

The convulsing of your body was a sight to behold, knowing it was he who caused it. Your eyes opened, chasing your breath and finding his gaze. Curiosity lingered in his expression as you moved closer, tugging him by the collar, seeking his addictive lips. He responded, only for you to feel his smirk against your mouth, a reaction to your desperation. The kiss was brief, your glare almost like you were threatening him for making you crave him so deeply.

His hand came over your head as you knelt before him, before it trailed to your face, his thumb parting your lower lip. It wasn’t hidden how enticing you looked for him on your knees while your hands undoing his clothes with haste. Even though his features were serious, scrutinizing you, Dazai’s voice seemed strangely sincere.

“You don’t need to, bella.”

His twisted smile slowly formed when your own voice cut sharp, words escaping as his pants fell to the floor.

“Shut up.”

You did not praise him. Not because you wished to restrain from feeding his arrogant nature, but because your crimson cheeks already betrayed the truth—that yes, his dick was indeed inpressive. Yet not solely that, it was pretty too. Even that thought was infuriating, that even here he could leave you hungry, so irritated, you began to lean into him, trailing kisses from the base upwards until you tasted him.

Dazai’s lips parted, his gaze never faltering from your maddening skill as you began to lick him, stroking the balls in perfect cadence with your mouth.

You felt him throb within as you gagged, so the perfect response was to glance at him with a wicked expression as you continued to suck him, deliberately gagging yourself. Dazai groaned at the sight, relishing the sensation of your warm mouth engulfing him, his hand shifting from the bed to cradle your cheek as he observed his dick vanish, deeper and faster, between your hollowed cheeks that already ached from the strain.

“Mhm… you look beautiful on your knees, bella.”

His sounds were far too intoxicating, compelling you to comply with whatever he desired. Still, it was not his priority; he slipped from your mouth, allowing you to breath for several seconds as he dragged his thumb across your lips. He leaned forward, his hand encircling your throat, squeezing lightly before his lips captured yours once more—an unspoken appreciation for the way your mouth had worshiped him.

Rising from the ground, aiding you upward with a hand behind your back, he steered you toward the bed with the grip upon your throat until your body collided with the cold mattress.

Dazai cupped your breats burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“It isn’t fair for one of us to remain overdressed, don’t you agree?”

You could hardly think as your body moved instinctively, aiding him in discarding your shirt, his hands instantly squeezing your breats and kissing them one by one. It was effortless for him to suck them since you wore no bra, causing your body to arch into him, your hand weaving through his short, tousled hair.

His lips descended lower, from between your breasts, down to your waist, taking his time, his eyes never leaving yours. He smiled when you leaned your head back, flustered by the intensity of his gaze. Your trousers were already loosened, sliding them down was effortless. His hand caressed your legs slowly, admiring as your skin prickled beneath his touch.

“Should I believe you revel in my hands upon you or are you merely starved for touch, [Name]?”

You did not answer, you could not confess such a truth. At your silence, Dazai shifted your body abruptly, making you yelp in surprise.

“Dazai, what the fuck—”

He pulled your legs toward him, bending your hips. Disregarding your protest, he slapped you once between your legs before circling his fingers around your clit.

“It’s alright, bella. I’ll make you answer sooner or later.”

“F-fuck…”

Fortunate it was dark in the room, or else you would have died of shame being so utterly exposed before someone who until so recently was nothing but the vexing, perilous colleague at work.

He pushed a finger inside, gauging how wet you were, before sliding in and out, then adding another to intensify your pleasure. His movements were deliberate, savoring your trembling legs and needy voice.

As you bent back, seeking more of him, his other hand pressed against your spine, halting you.

“Do you crave something?”

You whined, burying your face into the pillow, muffling,

“You’re so m-mean…”

Dazai chuckled, finding you too endearing not to thrust and curl his fingerss, deeper as a reward, drawing harsher moans from your lips.

“Please, Dazai—”

He slapped your ass, then the other, repeating until your breath fractured between the strikes. His fingers delved deeper, faster, dragging shameless cries from you.

“It feels so good, so good—Dazai, please…”

“Am I still cruel?”

His voice was darker now, heavy with restraint, as though holding himself back from fuck you entirely, despite how sultry and inviting you looked, moaning his name.

“N-no… no, I’m sorry—”

He chuckled, mocking words spilling effortlessly, though they were irrelevant so long as he continued, since you were so close.

“Aww, you’re sorry? If I had known my bella only needed me to fuck her in order to cease being so defiant…”

Unrecognizable to yourself, but his words made you clench around him, and he knew it. Speaking to you like that only pulled you faster toward release. Who would have thought such an arrogant yet entrancing man could unravel you so swiftly—most of all, with his voice.

Screaming as your climax tore through you, Dazai prolonged it for a few more moments before his fingers slipped free. You looked back at him over your shoulder, though only your eyes were visible through your disheveled hair. He licked a trail of your release from his fingers before slipping them between his lips, and your body trembled anew at the sight. You truly were insane for him.

He flipped you onto your back again, dragging your legs forward before lifting them, striking your thigh and then your already reddened ass, making your legs quiver harder than they had from your previous release. even as a single tear traced your cheek. No doubt bruises would soon litter your skin, marks scattered across your neck.

He leaned over you, still in his blouse, only a glimpse of his abdomen revealed, your hands instinctively clasping his shoulders. He kissed the trail of tears, prompting you to turn your head, granting him space. The gesture was unfamiliar, oddly intimate, awakening the desire to kiss him again.

But Dazai only smiled when your vexed expression returned as he denied you, until he tore a strip of the white bandage, enough to bind your hands above your head, your eyes widening in shock.

“W-what are you doing?”

He evaded the question, leaning close, his whisper brushing your skin.

”I’m gonna fuck you, bella. Did you already forget? Or is it that you no longer want me?”

Perhaps you were a little afraid, perhaps not, but to be bound and at his mercy required a trust you most likely possessed—otherwise, why would your body be so impatient for him? You lifted your hips, seeking him, and Dazai—attuned to the language of your body—understood that you did not want him in any other way. To torment you as he pleased, knowing that, in the end, you would yield. His hand slid to lift your legs, guiding them to lock around his body. He teased, brushing his lips faintly over the place that craved them.

“I—I want you.”

You longed to reach down yourself, to be the one to do it, but you couldn’t. Your gaze lowered to his other hand as it descended, smearing his own precum at the tip with his thumb before grinding his dick slowly against your swollen clit and further below. He parted his lips at the same time as you when he began to fill you—how exquisite it felt after these past months, months in which, shamelessly, you had imagined it late at night. Not that he wasn’t experienced, but you were so wet that the contractions around his long-neglected dick tortured even him, so he avenged himself by thrusting fully into you.

“Dazai—Oh my God…”

His hand gripped your thighs, raising them slightly for better leverage, driving in and out as the pain of the stretch began melting into something pleasurable enough to make you moan.

He surged upward into you when only an inch remained, slamming the rest into your eager body. His hand returned to your throat, forcing your closed eyes open, leaving you to see nothing but his darkened gaze. His deeper, whispering voice made you clench tightly around him.

“Answer me, bella. Did my touch make your body so obedient?”

His thrusts grew rougher, your breath shattering between them. Gentle, wet kisses along the side of your neck and firm arms braced around your waist pulled you back to him from the trance in which you were lost, feeling only his pounding until then.

“Beg for me, [Name].”

He loosened the bandages binding your wrists, and your hands immediately slid over his shoulders, pulling him closer, tangling in his hair.

“Please, Dazai—you make me feel so fucking good, so good… j-just your touch…”

Dazai’s smile was wicked, savoring the sight of your desperate, lust-drunk eyes. His fingers delivered a miracle, circling your clit as your eyes rolled back, your breath breaking rapidly, barely remembering the sound of your own sweet voice.

“My Dazai… I—I fucking love it—”

Your gaze was so vulnerable as you shattered for him, your need laid bare, only driving him closer to his own edge.

“Mhm. Let go for me, bella.”

He kissed you, swallowing your moans, your legs tightening around his hips to force him deeper. Dazai’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, until you felt him swell within you. Not long after, he slipped free, stroking himself over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached his release, spreading across your exhausted body.

He braced himself with his hands beside you, your breaths slowly aligning. You could scarcely see his expression, shadowed beneath his hair, but his smile was there. You raised a hesitant hand to his face, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss.

Perhaps it was the moment, or perhaps too much time had already passed, but Dazai no longer felt the need to remain this way. His favored persona began to resurface.

“Now… maybe this time you’ll kill me and bring the sealed book?”

“I might, but I’m not that furious with you right now. Yet.”

“I might not want you to be, either, bella.”

Your smile mirrored his, though only your eyes glistened more in the night. He leaned down, kissing your cheek before stepping away. Before disappearing into the bathroom, he added in that playful tone over his shoulder:

“Or who knows?”

When he returned, the bubble you had been floating in had already burst, reality reclaiming its ground. No, Dazai was not the man from earlier, only a fragment of him. The impact was heavier only because he revealed that side so rarely, making sure you’d never grow accustomed to it. Even now, as you looked at him, bangs falling across his face, bent posture while wiping you gently with a warm towel. It was only for now, for this moment.

Tomorrow he might behave as though it hadn’t meant as much as it had to you. And yet you didn’t sleep tense, nor any less relaxed, in his arms that night. Even if he slipped away before dawn.

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He was waiting for class to start, doing his best to ignore Naruto, even though that was nearly impossible.

“Come on!! You gotta come to Ino’s party! We don’t do this kind of thing often! Everyone’s gonna be there, and there’s gonna be drinks! Don’t be that guy who stays home!”

For a moment, Sasuke actually considered it, but not for the reasons Naruto might think.

“Everyone?” Sasuke asked casually, his expression unreadable.

“Yeah! You know, Sakura, Shikamaru, the whole team… even your weird friends like Suigetsu. Oh, and that new girl in our class too!”

This was the kind of thing Sasuke wanted to hear, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“We’ll see.” He replies with a dlat, uninterested tone.

“Why???” Naruto groaned, getting impatient, feeling like he was finally close to a breakthrough, dragging his hand through his hair.

“Depends on my mood. Now get off me.” Sasuke shoved him away.

“You’re so stupid sometimes.”Naruto muttered, storming off.

He’d definitely try to push Sasuke again later. That was just who he was. But Sasuke had already made up his mind. He was going.

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He was at this shitty party with Suigetsu, letting him head inside while he stayed out front for a smoke. He needed the time to calm down, to resist the pull of Sakura’s constant attention and the irritating conversations Naruto insisted on having with people who didn’t matter to him.

Almost finishing his blunt, you stepped outside, lighting your own cigarette. You seemed restless, not realizing you weren’t alone. The sound of Sasuke’s lighter flicking caught your attention, and you jumped when you saw him standing nearby, his presence suddenly far too close. Your eyes widened slightly.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” you mumbled, already feeling awkward for no reason.

Sasuke studied you for a moment, long enough to make you feel as though he could see straight through you. Then, after what felt like forever, he spoke.

“Not a fan of parties, huh?” His voice was calm and detached, but his eyes pierced into you, reading you like a book.

“A-a… too many people.” You chuckled nervously, the anxiety twisting in your stomach.

He didn’t reply at first, but he noticed how your gaze fell to his blunt—twice. Without a word, he offered it to you.

“I don’t really… Sure,” you muttered, taking it from him. But the moment you did, a wave of unease washed over you. You usually smoked alone—being around others made you talk too much, and you didn’t want to talk too much, especially not with him.

“I don’t usually smoke with people. I get too talkative.” You added quickly, a little embarrassed.

Sasuke only watched you in silence, his gaze steady, unreadable.

“I’m going for a walk.” He turned and started moving away, leaving you standing there, unsure of what to do. But then, he caught you off guard.

“You coming or what?”

“Wha—… but the others?” You glanced back at the door, then at him, already further ahead. Before you could stop yourself, you replied an “Yes.” and hurried to catch up.

You fell into step beside him, not daring to say anything. He rarely spoke, and you didn’t want to be annoying. To be honest, Sasuke always caught your attention. He was so closed off, so unpredictable, and so damn beautiful it disarmed you every time you were near him.

He led you to a bench near a large tree, the shadows stretching long across the ground as the first stars began to pierce the sky. The lake shimmered in the distance, its calm surface reflecting the soft glow of the moon above. It was a peaceful scene, yet the tension between you and him lingered like a storm waiting to break.

You sat beside him, but you didn’t dare speak, afraid that if you did, everything you were feeling would come rushing out. Sasuke, as always, remained unreadable, his presence heavy beside you, yet somehow… comforting? You weren’t sure.

But for the first time in a long time, you didn’t mind the silence. It wasn’t just the quiet. It was him.

Sakura’s name lit up your phone, her timing inconvenient as ever. You stared at the screen, hesitating before answering. Deep down, you were certain she wasn’t calling for you.

“Sakura’s calling me.” You said, unsure why you even mentioned it to Sasuke.

His gaze didn’t shift, but his voice carried calm finality.

“Don’t tell her I’m here.”

You blinked at him. “What? So I should lie?” You weren’t used to this. You always tried to do the right thing, no matter how inconvenient.

“She’ll come here if you don’t.” He replied, the sharpness in his tone making it clear he expected you to do as he said. Although…it made you think like maybe he don’t want another person here with you two.

Still, you hesitated before answering. “H-Hey, Sakura.” you said, forcing casualness into your voice.

“Hey, where are you? Have you seen Sasuke?” Her question came as no surprise; she didn’t even bother pretending to care why you weren’t there. You couldn’t blame her—Sasuke was her friend more than you could ever be.

“What? Oh, uh…I’m heading to a store. Do you need anything?” You cringed at how obvious your evasion was, praying she wouldn’t push further.

“No, that’s fine! We’re waiting for you, though. The guys especially!” She laughed lightly before hanging up.

The moment the call ended, Sasuke’s voice cut through the silence.

“So, you can lie.”

“I didn’t lie,” you muttered, heat rising to your cheeks. “I just avoided the truth.”

“Same thing.” He smirked, though his face was turned away. The kind of smirk you weren’t supposed to catch, his attempt at indifference falling flat. But you were too wrapped in anxiety to notice.

You finally glanced around, realizing the streets looked unfamiliar. The faint hum of cicadas and the rustle of trees only deepened your unease.

“I don’t even know where we are.” You admitted quietly, trying not to let nervousness seep into your voice.

“You’re not alone,” he replied, his tone sharp enough to sting, yet with an undercurrent of reassurance. It threw you off. Was he annoyed? Comforting you? You couldn’t tell, and his expression offered no answers.

You walked in silence for a while, the tension between you almost suffocating. Every small sound—the crunch of gravel, the faint whistle of wind—felt amplified. His presence made your chest feel tight, as if you were hyper-aware of every breath you took.

Finally, you broke the silence. “We should go back to them.” Your voice wavered slightly, betraying how much this was affecting you.

Sasuke didn’t answer immediately, but he followed, keeping pace behind you. It felt like walking with a shadow—one quietly observing, analyzing every move you made.

Before returning to the party, you stopped at a small store. The bright lights were almost jarring after the quiet darkness of the streets.

“So, you want to make your lie believable?” His voice was smooth, and when you turned, there was the faintest trace of a smile. Mocking, as always.

You rolled your eyes, embarrassed that he saw through you. “I’m actually buying something,” you shot back, though the defensive edge in your voice betrayed you.

By the time you returned, Sasuke was already inside. You hesitated at the door, your heart pounding harder than it should have. Did he not want anyone to know you were with him? The thought stung more than expected, though you realized you felt the same.

After steadying your breath, you opened the door. The noise hit you like a wave—voices overlapping, laughter spilling over, the faint pulse of music in the background.

You scanned the room, your eyes landing on him instantly. Sasuke stood off to the side, aloof as ever, gaze distant.

He didn’t even look at you when you entered. You tried to brush off the sinking weight in your chest, reminding yourself—this was Sasuke. Anything else was just you being delusional.

The room thrummed with life—voices colliding, laughter bursting, glasses clinking. You hadn’t been there long, but the atmosphere was infectious, enough to lower your guard. Or maybe it was the drinks.

Naruto was the first to pull you in, grinning wide as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey! Look who finally showed up! We missed you. Let’s get a drink and you’re not getting out of it!”

You didn’t fight it. One drink became two, and now you were tipsy—warm enough to laugh too easily, especially at Naruto’s antics. He was clingy, but harmless. Shikamaru wasn’t spared your teasing either—your banter playful, natural.

Kiba, though, was different. His lingering gaze made your skin prickle, and you found yourself inching away more than once.

Across the room, Sakura flitted back and forth between her friends and Sasuke. She was bright, effervescent, leaning close when she spoke. Sometimes he replied, other times he brushed her off with a curt nod. When he wasn’t with her, he stood with Suigetsu and Jugo, indulging in idle conversation.

He didn’t look at you. At least, you didn’t think he did.

You hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until someone suggested a game. Truth or Dare? No—something looser, riskier. “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

The idea alone made you groan, yet somehow, you found yourself seated in the ragged circle Ino orchestrated, the rules barely registering in your hazy mind.

An empty beer bottle lay at the center. The game had barely begun, and you already regretted agreeing.

As the game went on, you let yourself be swept back into the noise and laughter. You didn’t know it, but Sasuke’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he turned away, disappearing back into his shadows.

That’s until you almost get paired with Kiba. Kiba grunted in annoyance when the bottle slowly turned toward Shino.

“Oh, come on!”

That’s when Sasuke tipped down the beer before stepping between Naruto and Sakura. Naruto widened his eyes before grinning at him.

Everybody looked at the unexpected intruder, especially you.

“Drunk enough not to have a stick up your ass and play with us?”

Sasuke almost rolled his eyes, his voice low.

“Shut up.”

You felt your cheek flush when, after some minutes, Sasuke side-glanced at you. His mouth twitched, even if you didn’t catch it.

The inevitable happened, seeming almost premeditated.

Ino leaned back, supporting herself with her hands and laughing. She threw a knowing look at Sakura before both of them turned to you, as if encouraging you.

“It was about time.”

The bottle stopped in front of Sasuke. And you.

Your heartbeat surged, making it terribly difficult to raise your head. Sasuke was already looking at you, betraying nothing.

He rose from the ground, unbothered, glancing over his shoulder to see your shy expression as you followed him. His steps were slow, making the tension you thought you alone were feeling grow thicker. You gulped when the door closed.

But Sasuke only exhaled a deep breath, irritated by this ridiculous game. By this irrelevant party. Still, he was faintly amused by your clumsiness, born from shyness.

“Fuck!” You dropped something on the ground, unaware of what it was. “The space is too small.”

He gave a small grunt, his eyes still locked on you. You chuckled, trying to fill the silence.

“You don’t seem like the type to do this kind of thing.”

Sasuke’s mouth twitched.

“What kind of thing?”

You looked anywhere but into his dark gaze, not wanting him to think your frantic heartbeat was because of him. You gestured agitatedly.

“You know… parties, games…”

“I don’t.”

You raised your eyebrows, gulping when his eyes sized you up. Perhaps without intention, still you begged the flickering dim light not to reveal your blushed cheeks.

“Did your friends force you then?”

“Nobody forced me.” Sasuke’s plain words made you restless. But when his gaze dropped to your lips and then back to your eyes, you felt warmth spreading in your body.

“Then?” Your voice cracked, cursing yourself for the weakness.

He leaned closer, making you gasp before he whispered in your ear.

“Maybe I wanted to see what’s so special about the new colleague everyone’s been talking about.”

“Y-yeah?”

Your mouth parted, breathing heavily. He hummed in agreement before raising his head slightly from your neck, just to see your face and your vulnerable eyes.

“And what’s hiding under her façade.”

You could swear your heart was about to explode. Your skin prickled, torn between fleeing and being immobilized by his presence.

Still, Sasuke was internally as surprised as you. Drawn by your reactions to him. He knew you found him attractive. He found you attractive too. Still, it wasn’t in his nature not to take things more slowly, to observe you further. Somehow your inhibitions, your forced restraints, pushed him to initiate more, to test your limits.

Only when you felt his warm breath against your face, closer than before, almost brushing his lips over you, even though his eyes sparkled with teasing, with no intention to touch you further, only to see how you would react. Only then did Kiba’s voice break in.

“Time’s up! Get out of there.”

You gave Sasuke a small smile, distancing yourself. Before he opened the door, you asked him without thinking twice.

“When are you leaving from here?”

He smirked, glancing at you over his shoulder as he opened the door. But he didn’t respond, leaving you to wait in distress.

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After a while, when everything started worsening, you felt your mind hazy from the alcohol. Thinking it would be better to leave this place sooner.

“I should go.” you mumbled, half to yourself, half to the group.

Naruto groaned dramatically. “What? Already? Noooo, you can’t leave yet! Stay and drink more with us!”

“Sorry.” you said with an apologetic smile, gathering your things. “I’ve got training with Kakashi in the morning, and I don’t think showing up hungover would end well.”

They teased you a bit more before letting you leave, and as you reached the door, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at Sasuke. Big mistake.

He was already looking at you, his gaze dark and unreadable. It sent a shiver down your spine—not because it was cold, but because it was too intense, like he could see straight through you. You looked away quickly and slipped outside, the cool night air hitting your face as you tried to calm the swirl of emotions in your chest.

You didn’t get far before someone fell into step beside you, the sound of soft, deliberate footsteps making you jump.

“What the—?!” You spun around, startled, only to find Sasuke walking beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Relax.” He said, his tone even, almost bored.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying not to sound flustered but failing miserably.

“You don’t seem like someone who should be walking home alone.”

“I’m fine.” You shot back, waving him off. “I live close. Besides, the walk will clear my head.”

You stumbled slightly on your next step, your drunkenness betraying you, and let out an awkward chuckle.

“Okay, fine, maybe not convincing.”

Sasuke’s lips twitched—barely a smile, more like a faint acknowledgment. “Not at all.”

Your face flushed at his words, heat creeping up your neck. Why was he even here? Why not Sakura or… Karin? He didn’t even know you that well. Was it because of the game? Did he think you liked him? Was he here to mess with you?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice him watching you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable but faintly amused. You must’ve been scowling because he reached out and lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Stop overthinking.”

“I—what? I’m not.” You lied, stumbling over your words.

“Right.”

The silence stretched out between you as you both walked, your mind racing with every possible scenario. Eventually, you mumbled, almost to yourself, “Thank you… for, you know, walking with me.”

His eyes flicked toward you, and he replied simply.

“You’re welcome.”

The walk returned to a comfortable silence, allowing him to relax into your presence more than he would’ve thought.