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pairings - Lovesick!Fratjo x Badass!reader (f/m)

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♡ ₊˚‧ WARNINGS :: No use of Y/N :: Frat boy Gojo:: Ass Gojo :: Assault?:: Drinking:: Substance abuse :: Eventual jealousy :: Eventual smut -> (more tags coming soon) :: Strong female mc :: NSFW:: (probably more to come!)

𑣲⋆｡˚ NOTES: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first ever mini-series! Fratjo is my absolute favorite and I've been wanting to write a story with him for a while, so here you go. This chapter is in Gojo's POV, next will likely be in readers. (Semi-proofread) 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮MUSIC RECS:- play your baddie girlboss sexy playlist

The Sigma Phi house was already loud before the night had even fully settled. 

The bass from the speakers rattled the windows hard enough that someone had to tape the frames shut. Bodies moved like one giant pulse, people shouted over music, plastic cups sloshed cheap vodka soda, someone laughed way too loud near the kitchen counter. Someone had spilled beer near the front door, and someone else had already stepped in it and stalked sticky footprints across the hardwood floor. 

Typical Friday night. 

Satoru Gojo stood near the living room archway with the easy confidence of someone who ran the place– which he did. As president of Sigma Phi, the house might as well have been his kingdom. 

His white hair caught the flashing lights every time they strobed across the room, and he leaned lazily against the wall as he talked to Suguru Geto, plastic red cup hanging loose in his fingers.

“Dude,” Geto said, nodding toward the staircase where two clearly wasted girls were arguing with someone about whether or not they had to wait in the bathroom line because of their pretty privilege. “You gotta start limiting the invites. Last time, someone genuinely threw up in the washing machine. When my clothes were in it.” 

Gojo snorted. “Let them come and have fun. Plus do we even have the budget to hire a bouncer? We would just have to shove Toji out there, and you know he would just let in all the women. Plus, it’s not my fault people can’t hold their alcohol.”

“That girl you disappeared with last weekend definitely could not.”

“Which one?”

Geto stared at him. Gojo grinned in response, completely unapologetic. His love life—if it could even be called that—was simple. Meet a girl. Make out. Maybe disappear upstairs. Wake up alone the next morning. Repeat next weekend. He didn’t do expectations, didn’t do feelings. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just had never met a girl of substance before. Sure, the women at these parties were hot, but they all blended together eventually. 

Gojo huffed under his breath and tipped his cup back, the vodka burning slightly as it slid down his throat. The music switched again– something louder and more bass heavy, and the group of girls near the staircase shrieked as someone tripped on the bottom step. 

Gojo took yet another sip of the nasty drink, half listening to Geto talk about the budget for the next event. Then the front door opened. And Gojo stopped hearing everything, his attention snapping there without him even meaning to look.

The porch light spilled through the doorway for a moment before someone pushed it shut behind them. And then you stepped inside. 

Everything slowed. Not literally, of course– the music was still blaring, people still drunk danced across the room– but for Gojo, the rest of the party blurred out around the edges like background noise. 

You paused just inside the doorway, adjusting the strap of your small purse on your shoulder before continuing to saunter forward. The black lace dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly, delicate patterns catching the shifting light all the way from the living room. It was short– dangerously short– but elegant in a way that made it feel intentional instead of slutty. The fabric clung to your waist and hips before ending at your upper thigh, your legs long and completely bare except for the thin straps of the heels wrapped around your ankles. 

Your hair fell loosely around your shoulders, shining softly like you hadn’t even tried. 

And when you smiled at someone you almost bumped into, Gojo’s brain shut off. 

“...Satoru?” Geto snapped his fingers in front of Satoru’s face.

Gojo huffed out half a breath. “Oh God–”

Suguru’s eyebrow raised, concern washing over him slightly. “Satoru what the hell? Is something wrong??” Geto followed the direction of Gojo’s gaze and immediately spotted you, carefully weaving between people toward a blonde girl standing near the kitchen island.

Gojo was staring like someone had unplugged him from reality. “..who,” he said, voice quieter than usual, “is that?”

Geto smirked, leaning back against the wall, arms folding across his chest as he studied you. “Congratulations. You’ve discovered women.”

Gojo ignored him and Geto sighed. “No idea, Satoru. She’s gorgeous though, I gotta admit. 

“Becca!” you called over the music. The blonde turned to face you, eyes lighting up as she took a final swig of her drink and set it on the counter, hurrying toward you. “Finally!” Becca shouted back, pulling you into a quick hug. You laughed again, the sound brighter than the pounding bass. 

Gojo stared. 

There was something about the way you moved, confident but relaxed, completely comfortable in your own skin. Your hands moved when you spoke, you tilted your head when you laughed. You were so–

Gojo pushed himself off the wall. Geto grabbed his arm. 

“No.”

“What?”

“Whatever you’re thinking about doing.”

Gojo rolled his shoulders, casually adjusting the collar of his t-shirt. “I’m going to say hi.”

“You’re about to embarrass yourself.”

Gojo scoffed. “I’m the president of this frat.”

“Exactly.”

Gojo shrugged him off.

“Nah,” he said, already walking away. “She’s into it.”

The crowd parted naturally as he moved through it, people greeting him as he passed. Someone clapped him on the shoulder, and another guy handed him a drink refill he didn’t even remember asking for. But Gojo barely noticed any of it. His focus was entirely on you. 

You were leaning against the kitchen counter now, one elbow resting on the countertop while Becca talked animatedly about something, gesturing with her cup. You nodded, laughing softly. 

Fuck. 

Up close, you were even prettier. Gojo felt something unknown twist in his chest.. nervousness?? Nah, that’s ridiculous. He didn’t get nervous around girls, ever. Still, when he stepped beside you, the words that came out of his mouth were the same one’s he’d used a hundred times before– automatic, confident, easy. 

“Hey babe,” he said smoothly. You turned your head and your eyes landed on him. 

For a split second, Gojo almost forgot the second half of the sentence. But his brain caught up. Eventually.

“You look hot.”

There was a small pause and you blinked, your eyebrows pulling together slightly. 

“...um.”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing just a bit. 

“Excuse me?”

Gojo froze. That was not the reaction he was expecting. Usually girls just giggled. Or blushed. Some even leaned in closer immediately. But you just looked annoyed, genuinely annoyed. For the first time in a long time, Gojo felt slightly off balance, but still he recovered quickly. 

A lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took a step forward, leaning into your space as he rested a hand on the counter beside you. You instinctively retreated a little, bending back away from him. 

“What,” he said lightly, lowering his voice, “never been complimented by a guy before?”

Your expression hardened instantly. “Okay, I’m going to need you to back up.” 

This had never happened before– Gojo didn’t know how to react in this situation, so he just stuck to what he knew best. Cockiness. He chuckled softly, shifting even closer now, invading your space with the easy arrogance that had helped him build the reputation he prided himself on. He lightly grabbed your chin with his fingers, pulling it up so you could meet his gaze better. “Hmm. Demanding. I kinda like it.”

Your palm moved before he could react. 

SMACK.

Gojo’s head snapped sideways and his eyes widened. The nearby conversations faltered for a second as a few people turned toward the noise. Your hand stung a little as you dropped it to your side. You looked completely unbothered. 

“When I say back up, you better listen to me, yeah?” you said coolly, calmly.

He was stunned for a moment, his cheek stinging from the impact. His tongue reached out to swipe the inside of his mouth, speechless at the sting that came from it. His arrogance was quickly replaced with shock as his hand came up instinctively, resting on the side of his face where you’d hit him. 

Gojo slowly turned his head back toward you, his expression pure awe as you glared at him. 

“Don’t disrespect me again.” you gritted.

He stared at you, hand rubbing his cheek. The sting was still there, warm and sharp, a little pulse of heat against his skin. He could practically feel the outline of your hand there. But something else was there too. His heart was beating. Really fast. Gojo blinked at you.

He wasn’t even mad. In fact.. It was hot. Really hot. 

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, somewhere halfway in between a laugh and utter disbelief. 

“No girl has ever hit me like that before.”

Your response came immediately. You snorted, actually snorted. It was quick and unimpressed and somehow way more insulting than the slap had been. “Maybe they should.”

Gojo’s eyebrows lifted slightly, for a second he just looked at you, blue eyes flickering with something too close to amusement. Then the corner of his mouth tilted upwards. 

“Wow,” he said slowly, voice still calm despite the faint pink on his cheek. “You’re a little smartass, huh?”

The moment the words left his mouth, your posture changed. It was subtle, but Gojo noticed it instantly. Your head tilted slightly and your shoulders squared as you took a step toward him. Just slow, just intimidating enough that something in Gojo’s brain immediately went oh shit.

“..what did you say?” you asked softly, quietly. The music was still blasting in the background, but every click of your heels on the tile cut through the audio. You took another step closer. 

Gojo blinked again. He hadn’t moved. Suddenly he was very aware of how close you were, close enough that he could trace over the lace patterns of the neckline on your dress with his eyes if he wanted to. Speaking of eyes, yours had basically narrowed to slits and were locked into his, unblinking. He felt a strange shiver run down his spine as you stalked toward him. Gojo swallowed, suddenly very uneasy. He tried to maintain his cool demeanor, but couldn’t help the slight waver in his voice as he cleared his throat. “I–”

Geto, watching the entire thing from across the room, nearly dropped his drink. Gojo Satoru– campus menace, certified heartbreaker, the guy that had never stayed with a girl long enough to be intimidated by the idea of her, looked like he might be in real danger. 

“I-I take it back,” he said quickly, putting his hands palm up in surrender. 

Your eyebrow lifted. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Gojo nodded immediately, "Definitely taking it back. My sorries n shit. Seriously.”

There was a small pause. You stared at him for another second, long enough that Gojo could feel his heartbeat climbing into his throat. It was weird. Really really weird. Why was his heart beating like that in the first place? He had a new girl in his lap every weekend, he flirted constantly, he was never nervous. But right now..

Right now he was extremely aware of every inch of space between the two of you. The faint smell of your intoxicating perfume, the way the strap of your dress had fallen halfway off your shoulder. The way your eyes were still narrowed at him like you were deciding whether or not to kill him. 

God. 

As much as he hated to admit it, that was… really attractive. Was he falling in love?

Gojo’s brain short circuited when you smiled suddenly. It wasn’t a cocky smirk like his, it was a real grin. Bright and easy, like the tension had never existed in the first place. The shift was so fast Gojo wondered if he’d imagined the scary version of you entirely.  

“My apologies,” you corrected, taking a step back, putting a little space between you as you glanced over your shoulder toward Becca. Then you looked back at him. 

“Well,” you said casually, brushing a strand of hair behind your hair, eyes looking up at him so cute he forgot to take a breath. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

Gojo’s mouth opened but nothing came out. He was still processing the personality whiplash. Your finger lifted, pointing directly at him. 

“If I see you disrespecting any other girls tonight,” you continued, more stern now. “I will hurt you. Again. Personally.”

Gojo stared at you, having absolutely no idea what to say. His brain was completely gone, just empty. Somewhere behind him, Geto was laughing his ass off. Gojo didn’t even look away from you. “Yes, ma’am.” he breathed. 

Geto wheezed. 

Your eyes widened a little in surprise but your smile grew, satisfied with his answer. Then you turned. Just like that. Conversation apparently over. 

Your heels clicked against the floor in that same repetitive noise as you walked a few steps back to Becca, who had been watching the encounter with wide, delighted eyes.”

The moment you reached her, she grabbed your arm. “Oh my god,” she said loudly over the music. “Did you seriously just slap Satoru Gojo?”

You laughed. “Was that his name?”

Becca stared at you like you’d just told her you crashed her car. “Yes.” she hissed. “That’s his name.”

You shrugged lightly. “He was being annoying, getting all up in my face.”

Becca looked back toward him. Gojo was still standing in the same spot, hand back on his cheek, eyes following you like you’d just performed a magic trick. 

“..you just assaulted the president of the frat,” Becca whispered. “What if he kicks us out?”

You blinked. “Oh.” Another shrug. “He shouldn’t have called me ‘babe.’ And don’t worry, I won;’t let him kick you out. I’ll leave if he tells me to though, no big deal.”

Across the room Gojo exhaled slowly. He’d forgotten how breathing worked. 

Geto appeared beside him a second later, already grinning like an idiot. “You good?” Gojo didn’t answer immediately, he was still staring at you. You, who were leaning right back on the counter next to Becca, already laughing about something else like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t just knocked his entire sense of reality out of proportion. Geto followed his gaze again and laughed, slapping Satoru on the shoulder. “Oh man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re cooked.”

Gojo finally spoke, soft. “..did you see that?”

“Yes.”

“She hit me.”

“Yes.”

“And then threatened to do it again.”

“Yup.”

Gojo slowly dragged a hand through his white hair. His cheek still burned, but there was something else buzzing under his skin now. Excitement and fascination. He let out a quiet breath. “Wow..” He was smiling. Slow, dangerous, completely, utterly hooked. “Suguru,” he said.

“Hm?” Geto responded, taking another swig.

“I’m gonna marry that girl.”

Geto choked on his drink. "What?!"

Art Creds: Leon on Pinterest

Childhoodbestfriend!gojo x reader

Tags ۶ৎ Eventual smut, Angst, Trauma, Child abuse, Implied/referenced child abuse, Implied/referenced self harm, slow burn, childhood best friends, drug use, drinking, underage drinking, enemies to lovers, murder, gun violence, fate and destiny, Best Friends, maybe some fluff to come?

Story Synopsis ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 Born into rival clans, you and Satoru Gojo were never meant to meet- let alone become each other's only comfort. Both heirs, both feared, both beaten into weapons by your families; you find a home in the ancient tree that separates your neighboring estates- and in each other. Two children, equal in strength. Two clans desperate to control them. But, childhood promises can't withstand policy forever. When they're ripped apart from each other; loyalty twists and the only person they ever trusted becomes the one they're forced to stand against. A friendship that is an anomaly in itself- becoming something neither of them have the freedom to name.

CHAPTER 1 The Usual Spot

CHAPTER 2 As We Speak

CHAPTER 3 Origins

CHAPTER 4 The Knowing

CHAPTER 5 The First Lie

CHAPTER 6 The Root of Your Problem

CHAPTER 7 Born to Be

CHAPTER 8 What Was to Come

CHAPTER 9 The Night it Burned

CHAPTER 10 Understand?

CHAPTER 11 A Heated Rivalry (NEW!!)

Art Creds: Leon on Pinterest

The Roots Of Us CHAPTER 1

Childhoodbestfriend!gojo x reader

Tags: Eventual smut, Angst, Trauma, Child abuse, Implied/referenced child abuse, Implied/referenced self harm, slow burn, childhood best friends, drug use, drinking, underage drinking, enemies to lovers, murder, gun violence, fate and destiny, Best Friends, maybe some fluff to come?

Story Synopsis: Born into rival clans, you and Satoru Gojo were never meant to meet- let alone become each other's only comfort. Both heirs, both feared, both beaten into weapons by your families; you find a home in the ancient tree that separates your neighboring estates- and in each other. Two children, equal in strength. Two clans desperate to control them. But, childhood promises can't withstand policy forever. When they're ripped apart from each other; loyalty twists and the only person they ever trusted becomes the one they're forced to stand against. A friendship that is an anomaly in itself- becoming something neither of them have the freedom to name.

CHAPTER 1: The Usual Spot

Summary:

Born into rival clans, you and Satoru Gojo were never meant to meet- let alone become each other's only comfort. Both heirs, both feared, both beaten into weapons by your families; you find a home in the ancient tree that separates your neighboring estates- and in each other. Two children, equal in strength. Two clans desperate to control them. But, childhood promises can't withstand policy forever. When they're ripped apart from each other; loyalty twists and the only person they ever trusted becomes the one they're forced to stand against. A friendship that is an anomaly in itself- becoming something neither of them have the freedom to name.

Notes:

Hellooo everyone! This is my very first fanfiction so please be kind- but I would also love some feedback as I really don't know if I'm doing this right. The fanfic is going to be structured in a different way- starting off with a flashback but next chapter will be a present day moment, and we'll see where we go from there as I haven't fully decided what route I want to take with the later chapters. Expect a lot of angst and trauma bonding. Anyways- hope you enjoy! MUSIC RECS: - Futile Devices by Sujfan Stevens (I highly recommend listening to the music I will list for each chapter- it adds so much to the mood) AGE: 10 YEAR: 1999

You tried to call up every incarnation of beauty you could think of- dew covered roses, glowing sunsets, peaks of mountains; the snow falling with quiet reason, anything to  keep your mind steady. “Just keep thinking…. Keep thinking…” you whispered to yourself as you silently slipped down the unlit hallways of the Mizuno estate. You had done this a hundred times now- but every time you took a step into that familiar yet unknown darkness your guard was forced up. 

Ridiculous- according to your family. A girl who had slaughtered over a thousand grasshopper curses by age ten, cowering the second a candle flickered out? 

Maybe they were right. 

But now wasn’t the time to think about that.

You moved forward, careful and calculated. You knew where every creaky floorboard was by heart now, mapped like traps on a battlefield. Your steps grew a little extra light while walking past the master bedroom. One misstep and your mother would materialize out of the dingy door, ready to beat you back into bed with another lecture about the importance of sleep for cursed energy preservation.

You knew she wouldn’t ask what was troubling enough to keep you up. 

Not that you were troubled, but that isn’t the point, is it?

You tiptoed down, sticking close to the walls as you held your breath, palms skimming cool, rusty concrete until you slid soundlessly out the back door. The night air hit your skin like ice water on a steamy day, the subtle scents of spring wafting into your nose, carried by the chorus of mating aphids shrilling in the darkness of night. You swatted away the insects buzzing around you, clinging to your skin, damp with sweat, as your steps grew heavier and faster, running down the soft slope of the hill outside the first floor. Beyond the fences, beyond the invisible boundary carved into the ground like an oath by the rival clans, sat your place. The giant camphor tree, roots ancient and twisted, branches so wide they almost looked swollen, stretching just far enough to shelter two small people who carried the weight of the world on their backs. Your heart thudded with a mix of anticipation and worry. 

He hadn’t shown up for the past two nights. 

And that wasn’t like him. 

Satoru Gojo hated to miss a chance to escape his room. Haunted by the sterile color of the walls and the suffocation of the Gojo clan's expectations, not even after an eight hour training day with barely any time to take a slow breath did he choose to skip your nightly trips.

Unless…

You reached the tree, lifting and ducking beneath the thick curtain of leaves.

“Satoru?..” you whispered, your brain still drumming with the dangerous thrill of successfully fleeing your room again. For a second there was nothing but silence. Your heartbeat began to slow. Then- a rustle overhead. A shadow sliding awkwardly down the trunk. You stepped back just in time to see a boy with messy white hair drop clumsily to the ground, his arms shaking. He didn’t land like the strongest sorcerer of his generation. He landed like a child who had run out of strength halfway through the endeavor.

“Hey,” He breathed, trying to flash his signature grin that you thought was too disturbingly natural for a ten year old. But, even in the dim moonlight you could see the bruises. Deep ones. A little aged and faded, but still ugly. The kind you knew too well- pain disguised as power. 

They looked even uglier on him knowing the perfect face they had tainted. 

“Satoru..” You reached towards him, your fingers trembling outwards before you could remember to stop them. “What happened now?” Satoru swatted your hand away, not in a mean way- just stubbornly, like he always was. “Zuno’s asking questions now? Wow. Didn’t know you cared that much. I’m so honored!” You scowled. “Don’t be rude. I always care.”

His mouth twitched. “I know.”

For a moment you both just stood there, staring at the parallel between you. Breaths escaped in the coolness of night, the Camphor standing guard around you like a silent, stable protector. You took a step closer, lowering your voice. “They push you too far again?”

Satoru scoffed, looking away. He felt your eyes raking over his bruises still, inspecting them in a way too precise for his comfort. “Please, Zuno. Have some faith in my abilities.” He looked back to your face, catching your unimpressed irritation before he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his calloused hand. “Maybe.” Satoru plopped down at the base of the trunk, wincing just barely- barely enough for  you to catch. “They want me to be… y’know… the STRONGEST.” He made a vague explosion gesture with his hands, his cerulean eyes going wide for dramatic flair.“You arethe strongest,” You muttered in distaste; sitting beside him, knees touching. “Everyone knows that.” 

“Not yet.” His voice cracked unintentionally as he looked at you. 

Your gut clenched. 

You knew what he meant. 

Not until I prove I can beat you. 

“And they won’t wait.” He finished. 

You didn’t respond. You didn’t have to. Your clan wasn’t any better. They wanted- no- needed you to match him. Surpass him. Break him to get to the top. Rivals meant war. War meant power. And power meant privilege. That privilege was something both the Mizukos and Gojos were ravenous to attain. Dueling each other, manipulating each other, raising two children designed to kill each other- it was all just a part to win a bigger game. 

A game that they had made your lives.

Sometimes you wished you could take both of your strengths and throw them to the deepest part of the ocean. The real curse was possessing a power you didn’t want. The capacity to save people from terror, yes- but also the capacity to murder your only friend.

You were cursed with the power of two. 

Usually, clans inherited and passed down a single technique- Blood manipulation, Cursed Speech, the typical legacies that ran upper Jujutsu society. The Zenin clan was one exception to this, the only other clan besides yours that had the ability to pass down multiple techniques. Your ancestors, Yuto Mizuko and Hana Inoue had merged two incredible Jujutsu lines: The Mizukos aether manipulation- the power to control the origins to the elements of the natural world- and Inoue's inherited veil break sorcery- the ability to shatter barriers and defenses. 

The potential to break limitless.

Yuto and Hana both rebelled against their families and started their own. The irony always made you laugh, how that same crossbreed clan now refused to entertain even a conversation with those they deemed lesser than. The leftovers of both clans died off, leaving only this single strand of generational power. Both were incredibly powerful sorcerers- and as their lineage grew so did the multitude of niche techniques derived from the primaries- although never as powerful or precise as the creators. 

Never once had a Mizuko sorcerer managed to figure out how to break infinity as Hana had once done, and neither had any sorcerer managed to perform more than one hyper specific manifestation of either technique at once.

You had inherited the very essence of both techniques. Fully.

The original power of Inoue and Mizuko flowed through your veins and yours alone. 

You were the one destined to bring the end to the Gojo clan. 

Destined to end Satoru Gojo. 

You broke from your thoughts as Satoru tilted his head towards you, snowy hair tickling your cheek. “Your turn.” he said. “How was your day, huh?” You snorted. “Got thrown in the river again.”You watched his face brighten a little. “You hit the rocks this time?” His mouth creaked out a small chuckle but then he stopped- as if remembering what exactly he was laughing at. you put your hands back behind you and leaned on them, the damp soil sticking to your palms.“ ‘Course not.” You huffed. “Chucked 'em at the instructor this time.”

“Good.” Satoru said with a grin. “He deserved it.” 

Silence settled between you. Not awkward- but comfortable. Warm. The only place in the world where they were both understood without explanation. Or really even with it. Then Satoru’s voice softened, unusually quiet. “Zuko?” 

You used to hate the way his nickname was based on your surname, but eventually you got used to it. Understood it. The way he tried to make you feel better about the family you couldn’t get away from. “Zuko” felt more like you than your given name at this point. 

“Yeah?” Your eyes made contact.  

“Don’t… ever let them throw you into the rocks again, okay?” The words were fragile. Something he wouldn’t say out loud unless he felt a need to. You had talked about it sometimes; how the conversations you had about your days were probably outlandish to any other kid. You thought that was probably the chat he was remembering right about now. You nudged his shoulder lightly, a tiny smile on your lips “You know I can handle my own.” It felt nice to remember that you actually had someone who worried for you- not your power, your intelligence, but just you. Your well being. He let out a small laugh, but there wasn’t much humor in it anymore- still cautious from his own overthinking. “Oh, I know.”

You inspected him as he looked down at his feet. “Satoru?” “Hm”

“Stop not coming to meet up when you’re injured.” 

He looked at you, his eyes quiet, uncertain. You knew he felt worse about his bruises if you reacted in anger. “I won’t make a big deal out of them okay? We don’t even have to talk.” Your face softened with your voice. “Just… come. I need you after a long day.” Satoru twitched his mouth up in a small smirk -playful, but you knew he cared about what you had said. He held his pinky finger out to you, leaning back on his other hand. “Promise.” You knew he would keep it. You hooked your pinkie around his- delicate, even though you both knew you could slaughter the other with those same fingers someday. 

Your clans didn’t know this place existed between their heavily shadowed lines. Didn’t know this existed between the rifts of the strict rules that upheld their social standing. Two children, both becoming monsters in the eyes of their families, sharing beaten secrets under a tree that didn’t belong to either of them.

You rested your head gently on his shoulder, sighing at his routine stiffness upon any physical contact. But then, he relaxed, breathing out and even leaning into you a little. 

Wow. 

He must really be sad today.

“Tomorrow.” His voice splintered as he mumbled, his eyes slipping shut. “Let's try to meet earlier. Before training.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, another pledge. “Tomorrow.”

Even if you were both weapons to the world, here- just here- you knew your promises meant something. 

And that was enough for now.

Notes:

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼:

-Anime

-Cartoons

-Kdramas

-Praise poetry

-Greek

-Movies

-History

-Dhar man

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝗱𝗼:

-NSFW(maybe)

-Swearing(maybe)

-R*pe

-Pedophile

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