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three rockstars! one you!
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna (+ rockstar!gojo!!)
content: mdni, angst and fluff, rockstar au!, complicated relationships and messy emotions, avoidant attachment, HEAVY PINING AND YEARNING, denying feelings, reader is a mess, conflicting emotions, more of all them suffering, tension and teasing
a/n: art by @torucider !! div by @/tsumiinum
There had to be an ending to the seemingly bottomless pit of bad decisions you'd been making lately.
But every day you were more fucking scared you weren't at rock bottom yet.
How much lower could you go?
Especially when you were already sitting at your ex's dining table and ignoring the constant buzzing of your phone on the closest counter.
Why look when you knew what would be waiting there?
Sukuna asking you to come back. To speak to him like a mature adult instead of acting like an avoidant child who couldn't handle confrontation.
But if you did, would that be it?
Inviting the real ending you'd been desperately trying to ignore?
"Shoko said she'd keep the girls tonight," Suguru called out, examining a bottle of wine before putting it back on his nice rack and grabbing a different one.
You were surprised he still bought the brand you liked.
A little stunned at how smoothly you seemed to slip back into the old swing of things. He had picked you up from the street less than ten minutes after you called, hurrying to open the door for you and asking you what felt like a hundred questions all to confirm you were really okay before bringing you back home.
You lied, of course.
Okay was no longer a word that could be applied to you. But being back with him was about as close as you could get.
He took you back to his place, half-shoved you into the bathroom with that stern stare of his, insisting that you take a warm shower and get changed while he washed your wet clothes. By the time you got back out, food had already been delivered. Sit out all nicely on the table as if this was some pre-planned get together instead of him rescuing you from yourself once more.
"I'm sorry for calling you like that," you awkwardly apologized, curling up in the seat as you opened up your to-go box, a comforting scent wafting up from it.
"You can always call me," he casually replied, unbothered by you just intruding on his evening. "If you need me-"
You didn't want to need him.
To need any of them.
You used to be completely fucking fine on your own. And here you were, shivering and feeling like a total stranger in someone else's home because you couldn't handle your problems by yourself.
"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Suguru continued, offering up even more assistance as you tried to train yourself not to let the heat rise to your face at his unnecessary generosity.
"I'm really-"
"I'm not trying to be an asshole, but do you really think you should be alone right now?" He asked, arching up an eyebrow as he poured himself a glass of wine.
You hesitated, swallowing your pride as you considered the unfortunately not entirely unlikely possibility you'd end up on the phone with Satoru or Sukuna if he returned you to the lonely apartment thatstill didn't really feel like home.
"Just pour me a drink too," you muttered.
Suguru was too nice to say no to you.
Even though he probably knew as well as you that you weren't going to find what you wanted in the bottom of a wine glass.
You watched his hands when he grabbed you the cup you used to like back when you practically lived here, how the veins and tendons flexed as he carefully poured a pitiful amount in, like he didn't want you to think he was trying to get you drunk.
Your cautious man still playing his own games. Still preoccupied with how things looked - and you got stuck in how things were.
How were you ever supposed to get to how you wanted them to be?
"Can I ask why you called me?" Suguru finally asked the one question he'd been avoiding as he took the seat next to yours, taking a sip out of his glass as the hard edge of the table pressed into your calves. Knees scrunched close to your chest, stabbing purposelessly at the food in your box as you tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't make this whole thing, well, messier.
"You were who I thought of," you shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip as the scent of him clung to your skin. His t-shirt hanging loose on your frame, skin still damp and sticky as you shuffled in the familiar kitchen seat.
For a second, you felt like you were back in the therapist's office, heart laid bare for someone to break, feeling the scrutiny of his dark stare, no matter how much he softened it for you.
"Does Sukuna know you're here?" He carefully asked, like he was trying to decide if he was going to get assaulted again just for playing your knight.
"No," you muttered. Even if he could probably guess it if he went back to the apartment he bought you and discovered it empty.
He had predicted it too, hadn't he?
That you'd run off to someone else? Seeking comfort in places you shouldn't be instead of finding it in yourself?
"Should I make sure the door's locked?" He tried to joke, and you didn't even have it in yourself to smile.
"I might deadbolt it," you dryly muttered, stabbing at the food and popping it in your mouth.
His small smirk faltered, and you wished you could make it easier for him.
You wished you could make it easier for all of them.
Sure, they hurt you. Okay, well, Sukuna and Suguru had. But it was getting harder and harder to hold onto it. Not when all of the anguish felt like acid on your tongue, seeping down your throat and burning your stomach the longer it sat inside of you.
If you weren't so fucked up, if you had your shit figured out a little more, wouldn't you save all four of you so much heartache?
"What happened today?" Suguru pressed, and you could only shrug your shoulders.
"I, uh, went to therapy," you mumbled, biting down on the inside of your cheek before admitting the tougher part, "With Sukuna."
"Oh."
Yeah.
You supposed you should've seen it for the monumentally awful idea it was from the start instead of just accepting to acquiesce Sukuna after the whole 'surprising you with a brand new fucking apartment' thing.
"Guess it didn't go well?" He wryly replied, and you almost rolled your eyes.
"That obvious?" You exhaled, pushing the food around before forcing yourself to look up at him. "I kinda ran away."
"You tend to do that," Suguru unhelpfully remarked, your lips pressing in a thin line as you found yourself tempted to fling a forkful of food back at him.
"You're so funny," you sarcastically commented, squinting at him just for him to give you that annoyingly charming smirk you wouldn't admit you missed.
"And yet you're not saying I'm wrong," he hummed, bringing his wine glass back to his lips.
Taking a swig of your own was better than agreeing with him.
Letting the bitter taste takeover your tongue so you didn't have to stew on the regret festering there already. All the what-ifs being back in his house brought up, wondering how things might have played out if you just made a few different decisions back then.
"You know," Suguru continued when he carefully placed his glass back down. "Shoko knows a couple good ones, if you didn't like the therapist or-"
It was sweet of him to assume the therapist was the problem instead of you.
"You might benefit more from some solo sessions," he kept going, still trying to take care of you long after you left him. Picking up all the broken pieces and doing his best to glue them back together.
Was it guilt?
Or had losing you simply made him a better person?
Jesus, this fucking sucked.
How come they only got their shit together after you? Why couldn't they work it out when you were with them? Why were you the only one still shattered?
You never asked for either of them.
They had given themselves to you and fucking screwed you over once it was done.
"Can you be, like, awful for five minutes?" You huffed, scowling at him as you forced a sharp exhale out of your nose.
His lips parted in a surprised 'o', dark eyes narrowing like he was trying to work out what you meant by that. "Why-"
"It's so annoying that you get to be all mature and perfect after we break up," you admitted, picking at your cuticles beneath the table as you glanced back to where your purse was laying on its side.
"Perfect?"
"It's so infuriating sometimes," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head as you interrupted him, about to reiterate that he was infuriating before he let out a low chuckle.
"Do you want me to be mean to you?" He offered in that honeyed voice of his.
"I want to be mad at you," you muttered, feeling a lot more defeated than you expected.
"You can be mad at me," he calmly accepted it, evenly meeting your stare as if you being upset was better than the alternative of you feeling nothing at all for him.
You tried to switch to ignoring him.
Finishing your food with a tight-lipped frown and polishing off the wine even though it just left an uncomfortable heat compressing your chest. You slipped out of your chair to go throw away the styrofoam box, but Suguru just had to get up and do it for you, leaving you awkwardly standing there and swallowing your feelings.
Tempted to ask what now?
Were you supposed to sit on the couch together and watch tv like old times? Ask him to just take you back home anyway? Go back to the bed he used to fuck you in and pretend you couldn’t smell him on the sheets?
You ended up awkwardly leaning against the wall while you watched him clean up, trying to find something wrong to bicker about.
But god, he’d forgiven you for fucking his best friend.
Comforted you and came when you called and took care of you even when you weren’t his anymore.
“Maybe Shoko could refer me to someone,” you muttered.
You needed help.
The kind that you had to find on your own. With the help of a licensed professional.
“I’ll text her,” he replied, a hint of pride bleeding through his voice as you folded your arms across your chest.
What happened to the independent girl you used to be? The one who was too stubborn to admit it when you were out of your depth? What happened to everything you used to be?
The strangest part was that you weren't even sure you wanted to go back to being her. She let Sukuna break her heart. And then handed over what was left of it to Suguru so he could take a few swings at it too.
But even now, being around him like this, watching him walk around like you were reliving in an old memory, you were the tiniest bit tempted to go back to the old days. Just for one night.
You could see it now.
Almost feel how solid his hands would be on your waist, how warm his chest would be when you were pinned underneath it.
It would be so simple, wouldn't it?
To let him pick you up and cradle you close? To call him by his name and let him whisper yours in that tender voice of his?
He wouldn't feel like home. But he'd feel close enough to safe to settle the storm still wearing you down and ripping through your rattled bones.
Suguru caught you staring as he finished up, thin brows knitting together as he walked over to you, one hand reaching for his pocket for his cigarettes before he remembered that they weren't there anymore.
"I'm not sleeping with you," he murmured softly, as if he wasn't looking down at your lips as like he could still remember the taste of them.
"I didn't ask you to," you whispered back, like you weren't looking at his either. And then he reached out, like he was going to cup your cheek and caress you the same way he used to.
"Angel," he gently spoke, sighing as his palm stopped just shy of your cheek. "You know you have to pick."
"I know," you confessed.
You couldn't keep doing this.
"I will still do whatever I can to support you and fix the mess I made," he reassured, swallowing hard as he steeled his resolve. "But you're just hurting yourself."
And he was too selfless to say you were hurting him too, even though you could see the pain shining in his deep stare.
You wanted to play it off.
Pretend that you weren't painfully aware that no matter who you chose, you'd still be second guessing yourself for maybe forever.
If you chose Sukuna, and it crashed and burned, would you spend eternity wondering what would've happened if you mustered up the courage to kiss Suguru right now?
And if you did kiss him, would you just wish it was Sukuna's lips instead?
"I wish I never fucked us up to begin with," Suguru murmured, maybe loosened up from the wine to be speaking so plainly about what you both lost when his face was hardly inches from yours. "But I guess I know how Sukuna feels now."
"You're making it so much harder for me," you defensively mumbled, trying to keep your breathing steady when he was looking down at you like he wanted to memorize the view.
"That's because I want you to pick me," he smoothly replied, your mouth twitching up into a smile you had to push back down.
You had to make yourself slip away from him, turning around and walking around the corner to go back to his living room. About to come up with the excuse that you could watch a movie or something to pass the time and avoid the topic at hand when you spotted a stack of papers across a side table where the coasters usually were.
And noticed your name neatly printed at the top of one.
"What's this?" You asked, picking it up the moment you were close enough, eyes already scanning the page as he started to hurry over.
"It's nothing, just a stupid fucking idea Satoru's dad was-"
"It's about me," you pointed out, turning around and refusing to let him have it back, swatting at his outstretched hand while you squinted at the fine print.
"Baby, it's bullshit, I didn't want to worry-"
"I can make decisions for myself, Suguru," you scolded him, a lump taking shape again in the back of your throat as you realized what it was.
An offer.
"This is the PR relationship thing, isn't it?" You frowned, flipping the page as you started scanning the terms. Satoru had been telling the truth.
His dad wanted to throw a fuck ton of cash at you to get you to do what he wanted.
An apartment with 24/7 security. Biweekly paychecks for playing pretend girlfriend. Health and dental insurance. New clothes for required public appearances.
God, why the fuck was it a better job offer than anything else you received?
Six months.
Half of year of hanging onto your ex-boyfriend's arm in public now that your private life had been dragged out for everyone to see.
It was long enough for the album and press rollout but right before their tour would start. Enough for them to turn the PR disaster of a leaked sex tape into something slightly less scandalous the media could sink their teeth into.
You'd be dropped once they sold out all their shows.
Suguru was silent, just staring as you studied the stapled sheets in front of you, waiting for you to say something.
To say it was stupid and to shut it all down.
"Is he actually serious?" You asked, a hard lump in your throat as your stare drifted back to the promised paycheck, wondering what price you could put on your pride.
You were clearly losing this game anyway.
They weren't going to leave you alone.
"You don't need to do this," Suguru softly said, not answering your question as you glanced up from the papers to see his conflicted expression.
Would Sukuna hate you if you did?
Satoru might.
How much could making a deal with a devil cost when you already lost everything you cared about?
You weren't replying to his texts.
Go fucking figure.
The harder Sukuna tried to have you, the more you pulled away from him.
Still, he knew he shouldn't be doing this.
Leg bouncing impatiently as he stared down at the phone screen in his hand, trying to work up the willpower to either swipe everything away or shut it off.
That's what a more mature person would do.
Someone who had his shit together.
But that had never been him.
Jin had called, told him to come over and just crash there. Kaori had snatched the phone from his brother and told him to go find you and fucking fix it.
Like it was so goddamn easy when you were too hurt to see how hard he was trying. Too broken to even want him to put you together.
And despite what his therapist tried to say otherwise, he couldn't stop blaming himself for being the one to fuck it all up in the first place.
All the same thoughts looping in his head, replaying a million moments he wished he could go back and do differently. The thousand nights where you were in his bed, beneath his body where you belonged, his hands skimming over your side and his teeth sinking into your soft skin when he should've been kissing you and asking you to be his girlfriend.
Not his best friend with benefits.
Not some unnamed third thing you both swore wasn't that serious.
He wanted to be your man. To get to marry you one day and have a stupid little chubby baby with your eyes and his hair.
Sukuna didn't want to just be some fucking asshole you used to sleep with.
Someone you used to know.
A page in a book you shut and shoved on a shelf to be forgotten.
Maybe bringing you to his therapist was a mistake, something that he should've waited a little longer for. But he didn't know how to help you himself.
No matter how badly he wished he could.
And honestly, what he was about to do was probably an even bigger one in the making.
But fuck, he wanted to prove you wrong.
Show you that what you were scared of wasn't going to happen.
He could watch you having sex with your ex-boyfriend and not strangle him for it. He wasn't going to leave you.
And by no means, was he going to stop loving you.
No, instead, he just nearly threw up when the sketchy site on his phone finally loaded and he saw you splayed out nude in soft blue sheets, touching yourself and looking at the camera all lovestruck.
Asking Suguru for help.
You didn't do that with him.
It was different. Knowing that it had been serious with Suguru and actually seeing it for himself.
The trust shining in your eyes before all the light in them had been stolen from you.
He almost dropped the phone.
Pacing the floor and swallowing the bile threatening to flood his throat as your soft voice replayed in his ears.
Sukuna was greedy. Selfish. Used to taking what he wanted and never needing to justify it.
Until he realized what he wanted the most was what was best for you.
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You get high with your step-brother and things really spiral out of control.
pairing: geto suguru x reader
wc: 1.5k
contents/warnings: dark fic, 18+, step-cest, alcohol use, drug use, intoxication, noncon, non-consensual somnophilia (kind of), reader passes out, non-consensual cunnilingus, geto suguru is a bad guy, dead dove: do not eat
notes: i've been working on a full on fic for this concept but i haven't written a full fic on years so i'm just gonna upload the little snippets that are finished ig!!
credits: dividers by @/dividers-are-us
“So how come you don’t hook up with people?” Suguru asks while taking the joint from between your fingers.
You’re already a little high and still quite drunk. The two of you had just gotten back from Gojo's party when you decided to smoke a little weed. You don’t quite know how you got to this topic of conversation, how this turned into talking to your step-brother about your sex life. Or your lack of one.
“I dunno,” you start, hazy eyes fixated on the way he puts the joint between his plush lips—the one that was just between you lips— to take a deep drag. Once again you’re hit by how beautiful he is with his soft black hair, gentle amethyst eyes and perfectly sculptured face. You almost lose your track of thought, but at his waiting expression you continue, “I’m weird with sex.”
It’s a simple statement, one that doesn’t actually explain anything at all. But your marijuana riddled brain cannot come up with a better explanation.
“Weird?” He asks, mouth pulled up into an amused grin that would no doubt make you flush with embarrassment if you weren’t high.
“I just…can't, like, relax. I get so in my head over everything and then when it happens I don't really feel anything. Like, I get so overwhelmed by doing the right thing or saying the right thing. I need…”you trail off—the weed and alcohol really starting to hit you hard.
Suguru cocks his head, fox-like eyes glinting with interest and satisfaction at having his assumptions confirmed. Gentle fingers brush a strand of hair from your face and a content hum escapes your pretty throat before he asks, "What do you need?”
“I think I need someone to decide things for me, y'know?" You're mumbling, not even really registering what you're saying anymore. With glossy, unfocused eyes you mutter:"To do what they want…not let me have a choice."
He stills for a second at your response, before asking,“Is that so?”
“Hm,” you hum, not noticing the dark edge in his voice, and nuzzle further into his lap, heavy eyelids closing and your breathing evening out.
Suguru wonders if you can feel his erection, if you can feel the throbbing of much he wants you. His fingers wander down your throat, a feather-light touch and your breath hitches. The strap of you skimpy tank top has slipped down your shoulder and when you nuzzle even closer, cheek pressing against his boner, Suguru's self control snaps.
The movement is way too quick for you to follow, but suddenly he's on top of you and your eyelashes flutter open, a little surprised noise escaping your throat.
“Anything I want, hm?” He coos in your ear, hitching your leg up to settle between your thighs. A crease forms between your brows.
"Wha-" But Suguru interrupts you by pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy, sloppy thing. You’re too out of it to kiss him back properly—even if you wanted to, which you're not even sure you do—so he takes the chance to explore your mouth to his heart’s content. He licks into your mouth, practically exploring every crevice and grinds his bulge against your clothed core. When a whimper escapes your lips, he grins and rolls his hips harder against you.
Weakly your fingers dig into his arms, maybe you’re trying to get him off, maybe you're trying to hold on to something. He doesn't particularly care either way.
You're panting when his lips finally leave yours and there's a string of saliva connecting your lips.
You experience the next hours in flashes. One moment you're laying on your back, his head between your trembling thighs, white-hot pleasure building in your stomach. You're babbling incoherent nonsense while his talented mouth ruins you. His tongue assaults your clit, flicking it back and forth before sucking on it. He coos soft praises into your cunt when you start crying out, before he harshly grips your thighs and brings you to your peak. Your hips buck up, desperate to pull away from his administrations, but he doesn't let you. Tears drip down your cheek and your thighs tighten around his head before you're engulfed by darkness.
Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, clothes long gone, and your cunt is dripping slick down your ass. Your thighs are pressed to your chest, feet dangling over broad shoulders. Something hot and heavy is pressed between your folds, gliding from your entrance up to your twitchy, sensitive clit. You're moaning, back arching of the bed when something grabs your jaw. Slender fingers dig into the skin and your eyes blink open. It takes a while for your view to focus and your breath hitches when you look into Suguru's dark, hungry eyes.
"Open," he purrs.
When you do, he spits a heavy glob of saliva into your wanting mouth. As soon as it hits your tongue you moan. Your eyes flutter closed, and you swallow without being asked. It's then that the thick head of his cock catches on your entrance and he pauses. You hold your breath in anticipation. His grip on your jaw loosens, fingers gliding down to your throat before circling his fingers around it. It's not tight enough to cut off circulation, it's just there. Your inebriated, lust riddled brain doesn't flash a red warning sign, instead the threat makes you tremble.
You shriek when he starts pressing his cock into your too tight hole. It hurts in a way that makes you freeze, body coiled tight with tension. Suguru groans when you clench around his tip, your hot cunt restricting around him in desperation to push him back out. His fingers squeeze your throat once.
"Let me in," he groans between gritted teeth, pushing further into your heat. The pain is brutal, his cock to long and thick even though you're dripping wet. You whine, squirming beneath him, trying to wriggle away from the sting but Sugurus hold on your waist tightens. He stills and presses his forehead against yours.
"You gotta relax, baby," he murmurs and presses a soft kiss to your lips, "can you do that for your big brother?"
It's shameful, really, how your cunt clenches around him at the title. You whine, nodding before you hide your face in the pillow. The hand on your hip slides to your core. His thumb finds your clit, and you gasp at the touch. He circles around it gently, nose nudging at your jaw. Willing, you turn your head and then his hot lips are on yours again, swallowing your pitchy moans and your cunt finally starts to give.
It's still a tight fit, your scorching, dripping walls attempting to stretch and stretch and stretch. There's still a feeling of discomfort, but with his thumb on your clit and his tongue in your mouth it morphs into something else. Pain and desire start intertwining, every new inch stretching you open is accompanied by a spark of pleasure. The feelings start to amplify each other.
When he's finally sheathed all the way inside, his tip plugged neatly against your cervix, you almost choke. Your thighs are trembling, your cunt clenching so tight around him like she never wants him to leave, like she wants to milk him dry. You've never felt this full before, it's like he's all the way in your throat. He's now forever carved inside of you, created this cavern only he can fill. Your breath comes out strangled and above you Suguru is groaning, gritting out profanities at your tight heat. For a couple seconds the two of you just try to breathe through the intensity of it all. It lulls you into a feeling of safety, like the hardest part is now over. But you couldn't have been more wrong.
You don't even have time to mourn the loss of his cock because he's already thrusting back inside of you, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs. There's nothing gentle about the way he's taking you apart. It's rough, animalistic, like he's lost all control. He's panting against your open mouth and the grip around your throat tightens. High pitched cries escape your dry throat, the noises almost drowned out by the sound of him plunging into you, by the noises of your sopping wet cunt.
When he starts angling his thrust upwards, to find that spongy spot inside of you, you start mewling. Your fingers find his neck, nails digging into the skin and your whole body spasms when he locates it, the pleasure so agonizing it feels like a punishment. It feels like an assault, the way he's attacking that that spot over and over while your cries grow louder.
The orgasm hits you like a freight train. It feels almost violent, your cunt threatening to cut off his dick with how hard she's clamping around him while your back arches off the bed. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you're sobbing. Wet, little hiccups escape your bitten lips while you're shaking. Your step-brother stays inside of you, your walls constricting around him, while he whispers little praises into your ear and pressing soft kisses to your wet cheeks. Exhaustion starts settling into your aching limbs and before you know it you're enveloped by blackness once again.
Content warning: none, Sugu being a simp, reader writes poems, no romantic progress just a convo honestly. Pt. 2 to this but could be read as a standalone
Wc: 836
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The introductory part of the poetry competition had dragged on for an half an hour now, and Geto Suguru was getting sick of it. He doesn’t see the point of such useless pleasantries. What would the principal with a science background care about a poem? He never expressed any such interest either, so Geto thinks making such a huge fuss by felicitating him and requesting a speech is pointless. He’s here for you anyways. And what you have written. He doesn’t hate poetry, and finds himself enjoying a few occasionally, but he’d be lying out of his ass if he said he wasn’t here solely for you.
His eyes almost seemed to be lazer focused on you, sitting with Utahime on the third row, pretending to listen to the speech while sharing laughs at whatever hushed conversation were having. He wonders if you participated, and what would your topic be about. He wishes he could ask Utahime for help, but knowing how loyal girls can be, she’d probably spill the beans on him.
He sighs, stretching his long legs in front of him, and finds himself reaching for his phone. He is sure no one would notice (or care) about him, tucked away all the way in the back. Despite his popularity, he’s not the reason why they’re all here, after all.
He opens his camera, and looks at himself. He’s never been particularly insecure but after falling for you, he finds himself wondering if he’s handsome enough, especially next to Gojo Satoru. Finds himself glancing at every reflective surface to make sure he looks presentable in the rare situation where you offer him that heart attack inducing smile when you accidentally see each other on campus.
His front camera mirrors his face back to him. He has tied his hair back in a bun, and had clipped his bangs neatly to the side. Piercings off to look less intimidating. He almost considered putting on the small Hello Kitty clip from Shoko that, in her words would "make him look more babygirl" but decided against it, deeming it overkill.
When you finally step up to the podium and begin reading, best believe he’s hanging onto every word. The themes, the title, the setting. He has his plan laid out in his head- listen to your poem, approach you after the competition and talk to you about it. You seem to be passionate about writing, so a good understanding of your work and an attentive audience should earn him some extra points in his favour, right? He mentally thanks all the fancy literature books that his mom actively encouraged him to read. It all lead up to this moment.
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"I can’t believe you didn’t win! Not even a third prize!?" Utahime complains the moment you’re out of earshot of everyone involved in the competition. You laugh at her sincere complain. She has always been supportive of ‘smaller talents like you’, as per her claims and remains your number one fan.
“Come on, it’s somewhat valid. The winners did write some pretty good stuff.”
“Even so…” she grumbles. But before she could launch another long rant about favouritism, a somewhat hesitant Geto Suguru approaches you both. It would have been preferable for him to talk to you alone but if he could convince you both that he’s sincere, that would be favourable considering friends can sometimes be the biggest hurdles.
“Hey… I saw you at the poetry competition today” he offers his best polite smile at the two of you, hoping this was a decent opening line.
“Oh right- Geto Suguru, was it?”
“Yes. I must say, I really thought you’d win something, I thought your poem was one of the better ones.”
“I’ve been saying!” interjects Utahime, and while she’s not his main focus, he’s glad to have the backup from a trusted source.
You look down modestly and chuckle- “ah, no, no it’s quite all right. Certain topics are favourable and they did a good job writing them, can’t discredit talent.”
“Well yes, but I think I’ve seen one too many Romantic era inspired poetry in these events. Yours was much unique, I like how you explored complex internal struggles.” As much as he’s trying to impress you by proving that he understands your work, he does hope desperately that he doesn’t sound like a try-hard straight from Reddit.
“Oh- thank you, this might be the first time someone has actually come up to me to discuss my writing, I’m kinda flattered.” You flash a sheepish smile, much more wider and sincere than the polite one, and he thinks his heart rates may reach alarming heights from the cuteness of it all.
“Don’t mention it. It’s the truth”
Another chuckle from you. He seems to be on a generational run.
“Wait- you said you often see me- do you visit these events yourself?”
He nods. “I do, but I’m not good at writing myself so I prefer reading- or er- listening as a way to engage with literature.”
You nod in understanding. “I used to do that too before I got confidence to actually start writing myself… why don’t you join me next time you see me?”
He swore he just won the lottery
“Sure, I’ll see you around, then?”
“Yeah, see you Geto”
Mission successful.
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A/n: ahh I’m having so much fun with this, might turn it into a series. I love Sugu so much it’s not even funny. Feel free to drop any reqs!
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Raucous laughter it's heard through the whole yard. Unmistakable. It belongs to the Gojo Satoru (the loudest) and company.
You whip your head towards the noise, and he is indeed there with his friends, all of them scattered on the grass. Somebody must've said something hilarious because even the blonde one is smiling.
The sound is so comical and contagious that you have to look away before you start laughing too. You opt to busy yourself with your lunch as you wait for your friend to return from the restroom.
"Were you enjoying the view?"
That voice. Soothing and slightly teasing but not in a mean way. You got to hear it up close while working on a school project with its owner, and you still do on the occasional greetings.
"Geto?"
"Mhm." he eyes the spot next to you on the concrete. "Can I sit?"
You move your friend's belongings closer to you to leave more space for him, even though there's plenty. He takes this as a yes and sits with you comfortably.
"So, you were staring at Satoru again."
"No, I wasn't." The fruit in front of you suddenly becomes very interesting.
"You were, I saw you."
"Everybody was looking. You guys aren't exactly quiet."
"Fair enough. But you were looking harder."
You threaten to throw a grape at him before putting it in your mouth, which earns you a chuckle from him. "Did you just come here to bother me?"
"Partly," he is focused on his group of friends in the distance, "I was thinking of something. How about I set you up on a date with Satoru?"
You gasp like the idea is scandalous, and end up choking a little in the process. Geto rubs a gentle hand on your back until you recover from the coughing fit. "Please, stop thinking."
"I'm just saying. Satoru is my best friend, you are someone who I've come to appreciate. I figure I could do you both a favor."
Your head says no in a painfully slow motion.
"It occurred to me," he continues, "we could try a double date? Would your friend be interested? If not, it's fine, it'd be just you and Satoru."
You blink. "Wait, you like my friend?"
He shrugs. It's not a 'no'.
That's changes everything. A date with Gojo is unthinkable for a number of reasons, you'd never dare to agree to it. However, if there's something in game for Geto and your friend, you can't just selfishly decline.
"I could ask her."
He hums. "Are you sure? It was just a silly suggestion. I wouldn't like any of you being uncomfortable."
"No! I mean, it's a bit surreal but I guess it'll be fun."
There's the pleasant sound of his laugh. "Don't tell her it's a date. I won't tell Satoru either. It feels more natural that way."
"Got it."
He stands on his feet and brushes the dust off his uniform pants. "I'll text you to plan the details."
"Don't you need my number for that?"
"I already have it." He's leaving by now but turns his head just to give you a smile. "It's on our class group chat."
Your friend is back not much later and sits where Geto was a few moments ago.
"What did I miss?"
-
Geto and you decided to go to a place where you could chat and get something to eat. When you and your friend arrive, the boys are already there. Geto calls your name the second he spots you, acting like he is surprised to see you there.
"What a coincidence." He lies.
"You're here for the milkshakes too?" Gojo excitedly points behind him where his sweet treat is being prepared.
"Yes-"
"We should try a weird flavor this time." Your friend tugs at your arm.
"Hey, why don't you sit with us? The more the merrier." Gojo is the one to propose, to Geto's relief. "You think the others would like to come?"
-
Shoko, Nanami and Haibara join you in no time. You all seem to adjust well as the conversation gets interesting. It goes to show that you're not all that different from each other. Your friend takes a sip of her milkshake and lets out a low 'yuck' right after.
"What?" You poke her cheek.
"It's terrible."
You offer her your own milkshake and she gratefully accepts it to get rid of the foul taste. You venture to drink hers, despite her warning. And it's a mistake. Your face twists on your first and last try.
"Too bad?" Geto's question would've got lost in the background banter if he wasn't sitting right across from you.
You nod.
Just like you did with your friend, he pushes his drink towards you. "Wash it down."
On a different occasion you would hesitate but in this case you prefer to make the most of his kindness. One sip immediately makes it better.
"Thank you." You give his drink back, alleviated because the bitterness on your tongue is gone, and because he no longer has to keep his attentive gaze on you.
Geto brings the infamous milkshake close to his nose. His face doesn't contort like yours did, but his eyes narrow.
"I'm getting you a new one."
"Geto!" You slap your hand on top of his the moment you see he's about to stand up, but remove it right away like it burns.
"It's Suguru." He corrects with the faintest of smirks.
"Sorry... Suguru. I... no, thank you, I can buy it myself but I don't need another one, really."
"What if I want to treat you? It's either that or we share mine." He tilts his head. "I don't mind any."
It seems like he means it. You look to your side where your friend is and then back at him. And it clicks. He should've told that to her but he's most likely pretending to pay more attention to you to get her to notice and make her realize she wants that attention for herself or something like that. It makes a little bit of sense. You can help with that, although sharing drinks would be too intimate and that might complicate things for him. The other option it is.
"Cookies and cream." You wink at him now that you understand his plan.
He winks back. "I'll be right back."
-
You mention your friend at any given chance. When somebody talks about sports you brag she was a cheerleader in middle school. When somebody talks about videogames, you brag she always wins first place in mario kart. When somebody talks about Suguru's hair, you brag she's so good with french braids.
"Aw, really? I love braids but mine is too short." Shoko laments, holding a strand of hair between her fingers.
"No, it's totally doable!" Your friend says. "Want me to try?"
"Sure."
"What about you?" Suguru asks you. "Can you do that too?"
"She's taught me a little, but I'm nowhere near her level."
"Sounds like you need practice. My hair is available for that, you just have to promise to be very careful."
"That's the problem," your friend complains, "her braids are too loose because she's too careful."
"Works for me." Suguru assures.
You feel like you're about to stutter out a reply, luckily, Gojo speaks next.
"You guys can be our stylists! For our rock band."
"You have a rock band?" Your friend is as surprised as you.
"No." Everybody answers slightly out of sync.
"It's in the making." Gojo defends.
"Does that mean you all play instruments and such?" Curiosity is evident in your tone.
"I'm going to be the manager," Shoko shrugs, "so I don't have to worry about that."
"Thought you were going to say vocalist for a moment there." Suguru breaths out like he's relieved, while the others struggle to stifle a laugh.
Unimpressed, Shoko sends a fry in Suguru's direction, but Gojo catches it with his mouth before it reaches its target.
"You guys are so mean." You shake your head. "Shoko has a nice speaking voice, I bet she can sing."
"Thank you!"
"Well, the problem isn't her voice..." Haibara rubs his nape.
"It's the lack of skill." Gojo is tactless as expected.
"She'd be skilled as a manager," Nanami advocates for her, "that's what matters."
"Unfortunately they're right, but my passion makes up for the 'lack of skill'" Shoko quotes in a mocking voice.
"You could be a rapper, then." Suguru suggests after being the one starting this mess.
"And you could be the lyricist!" Your friend points at you.
"Oh?" Suguru raises his eyebrows. "Is that your thing? Are you our generation's poet?"
"No at all, I'm just good with rhymes for some reason."
"Well, I am talented poet," Gojo butts in, "so you'll have to send your lyrics to me and see if they get my approval."
"Of course not. I'm sending them to the manager."
"Write the best lines for me, please." Shoko plays along.
The discussion continues. They're trying to decide who plays what. Gojo claims the guitar, Nanami is debating whether they should include a keyboard, Haibara is indecisive. But nobody is talking about an integral part of their imaginary band, so you have to do it yourself.
"What will Suguru do?"
Gojo puts an arm around his best friend's shoulder, "Suguru and I are the visuals."
"I can see it," your friend comments, still fixed on Shoko's hair, "but honestly everyone on this table is pretty good looking."
Disaster arises once more. Shoko is flattered, Haibara blushes, Gojo says they have the face but not the attitude, Nanami argues their personalities are good enough. Meanwhile, Suguru is staring at you, with his chin resting on his palm.
"So? Any instrument you want to play?" You ask him, ignoring whatever is happening with the others.
"Mhm, the recorder."
You snort.
-
The group is even more chaotic in the arcade. All of you show off your abilities in some games and make a fool of yourselves in others. It's all fun, regardless.
You press every button available in a desperate attempt to beat your friend's character on the screen. Sadly, she's faster and soon your character is knocked down on the ground. She celebrates while you sulk.
From your peripheral you see the person you were thinking about.
"Suguru!" You call as you wave your arm.
When he makes it to where you are, you give him your place.
"I believe my friend needs a worthy opponent and I'm not it. You should play together."
"Or I could help you." He offers. "I can tell you how to play."
"That's cheating!" Your friend whines.
He does some quick arm stretches for intimidation purposes, maybe. "Fine, I'll do it, but watch closely." That was directed at you.
The battle starts. At first you were convinced he was going to let your friend win, but he's not going easy on her. She curses here and there, he snickers and says something back. The game ends with Suguru's victory.
"Were you watching?"
"We're not done yet." Your friend gives him a piercing look. "Let's play another round."
He accepts.
You leave in the middle of the rematch. Now it's up to those two to make it work.
-
Suguru's first mission is to find Haibara and give him the two coins he's been saving for him, behind Nanami's back. The second one is to find you.
He's not surprised to see Haibara in the ufo catchers area. What he didn't expect, though, was seeing you there as well, practically hugging the machine his friend is using as you guide him.
"There."
Haibara listens to you and presses the button. The claw moves, it grabs the item he so much wants, it comes closer, you're feeling optimistic, and... it falls before making it to the prize chute.
He sighs disappointed. "So close."
"I'm sorry, that was my last coin. But at least you're getting better at this."
"Thanks-"
"I have two." Suguru is behind you. You didn't even notice when he got here. "Though Nanami won't be happy about it."
Haibara initially refuses, telling Suguru to spend the coins on something else, but eventually gives in and tries again.
Suguru stands on the other side of the machine. Now you're both guiding the youbger boy. This attempt is better than the last one, still, it's not enough. It goes the same way with the next one. However, there's not time to grieve.
"I knew you'd be here." You and Haibara get startled by Nanami's sudden presence. "Thought you wanted to quit your addiction."
"I'm not addicted! I just want to win once, I can't let it beat me."
Nanami frowns at that, but after some thought, he reaches his pocket and hands Haibara a coin. "It's not healthy to get obsessed over these things, they're up to not good, they steal from you. That's why you're getting just one coin from me. If it doesn't work, know that you tried your best and move on."
Haibara nods more determined than ever. He goes for it one last time. His eyes are focused as he maneuvers the claw, the tension is palpable. You notice Nanami clenching his jaw. He's more invested than he would admit.
"Why are you partying without us-"
Nanami turns around to shush Gojo who just arrived with Shoko and your friend.
Haibara blows out some air and presses the button, this is it. The claw descends at an almost flawless angle. It grips the prize like before, it moves, looks like it cannot hold it for much longer. Everybody waits with bated breath. The toy sways up there in the air and then it falls, right into the prize chute. You all erupt in claps and cheers and congratulate Haibara like this is a life changing event.
-
The whole crew heads to the subway station, ready to go home after spending a fun day with little worries.
"You barely talked to Satoru." At some point, Suguru and you end up walking side by side. Perfect opportunity for him to touch on the subject without the others listening.
"I talked to everybody. They're so cool by the way."
"Yes, but I imagined you'd be over the moon with Satoru around, stick by his side the entire day. Maybe you would bat your eyelashes at him..."
You puff out your cheeks to stop you from grinning. "You did not imagine all that. And I could tell you the same thing."
"It's not me who's always stealing glances his way, or getting flustered whenever he's near."
"I don't..."
"You really do. It's because of him, right?Because you like him. Or am I wrong?"
It's the way he phrases it, the way he emphasizes the last question, that finally makes you realize what's going on. He's known the truth all along. And you're so gullible for believing you could hide it from him of all people.
Suguru is just there watching you with that calm expression of his, patiently waiting for your answer.
"Yes." You admit.
"Yes what?"
"You're wrong."
"And why is that?"
"Because..." you waver, "I don't like him, I like you."
Silence settles between you two, but his eyes never leave you.
"I was hoping so."
A frown appears on your face. "That's not fair. You want to date my friend but also want me to like you?"
"You're pretty observant except when it comes to me. I'm a little wounded." It's a lighthearted comment, you can tell by the small curve of his lips.
"You're impossible to read, you know that, right?" You give him a timid push with your elbow. "Tell me, what am I not seeing?"
His gaze is even softer now, it traces every corner of your face, until he speaks again. "That I like you. And I want to date you."
Your chest tightens at that, you feel goosebumps, your body tenses, you get your hopes up against your will. Your brain is plagued with many questions, or none, or one: what was the meaning of today's 'date'? And apparently he knows what's on your mind, because he gives you an easy explanation.
"I thought it'd be easier for you to accept going out if other people were involved."
"...I see." Since the confession is out there, you might as well keep telling him how you feel. "I would've said yes... you know, if you had ask me out."
"Is that so?" He chuckles. It's a sound between contentment and regret. "I wasn't so sure about that. Guess I was nervous."
"Nervous? I'm sorry but that's hard to believe. You always look so composed and confident."
He stops walking and you do the same as soon as you notice.
"Suguru?"
"Would you lend me your hand?"
You don't leave him hanging. You put your hand on his inviting one. He holds it gently as he takes a step forward to close the distance between you. Then he places your hand over his chest and you can feel it: his racing heart.
Your other hand goes to your chest to compare your heartbeats, in the chance that counts as a reliable way of measuring feelings.
Suguru can't help but smile, being aware of your reasoning. "Are we on the same page?"
"Do you... really like me?"
"Very much." He lowers your hand without letting go. The city noise, the voices of your friends, become quiet in your ears. You're too busy staring at each other.
"Let me take out. What do you say? Just us two." His grip on your hand tightens for a brief moment, like he needed to do it to steady himself.
"Okay."
Suguru throws his head back and his shoulders vibrate with a silent laugh. He's thankful you haven't changed your mind about him but your simple 'okay' after all the tension is too humorous at the moment.
"Sorry, I'm nervous too." You confess not being able to hide your own enjoyment.
"No, no, it's perfect. I wanted to hear that."
"On one condition, though."
"Oh?" He can already sense the unseriousness of your request. "Let's hear it."
"Play the recorder for me."
"Would that make you fall helplessly in love with me?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Looks like I have no option. Be ready to listen to the same two songs on repeat."
You both resume your walking, hand in hand. Neither of you are in a rush to catch up with the others.
Who likes the idea of blind food tasting with your bsf geto and he’s giving you all these snacks and treats having you guess what they are before he shoves his cock down your throat and has you guess what it is?
in which you are sent to spy on Geto and secretly gather information within the cult, but what happens when you find out there is more to the cult leader than meets the eye?
Geto Suguru x Reader
a/n: mb if the characters are ooc i wanted to make the cult as scary as possible bc i feel like we don’t talk abt it enough?? anyway i hope i described it scary enough
Part I
Infiltrating the Star Religious Group was not as easy as you initially thought it would be. Passing all the trials and tribulations required to become an official member had been a chore, but it was nothing compared to the effort of hiding your cursed technique and masking your cursed energy.
You normally wouldn't accept such an absurd request from the higher-ups considering the old bastards represented everything you hated about Jujitsu society, but alas if there was one thing that you could agree with them on it was that Geto Suguru was a threat to humanity.
It has been five years since he defected from Jujitsu society, and Gojo Satoru had not killed him yet. The higher-ups were starting to lose hope, so instead of fruitlessly attempting to eliminate the problem entirely, they decided to work around it. By infiltrating his cult and gathering as much information as possible.
It had been the very reason they hadn't officially promoted you to special grade, choosing to keep the extent of your abilities a secret so they could use you as a last resort.
You scoffed internally as you stood in the grand hall, with other curse user cult members waiting for Geto to come on stage and do a speech. Doing the higher-ups dirty work was NOT fun, you wondered how your senpai, Satoru would react once he found out you were assigned here.
On second thought, maybe it was a good thing he was away, he would be furious that the higher ups even thought of sending you here. Perhaps even more angry at you letting the old men order you and around and for even accepting such a mission.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden silence which fell over the room. It seemed the cult leader had finally decided to make an appearance.
Your breath hitched, the sight of Geto Suguru was practically ethereal.
Long, silky strands of black hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing the sharp outline of his jaw. Sunlight streaming through the surrounding windows delicately framed his sculpted face, casting a warm glow on his cheeks. You watched in a trance, momentarily understanding why countless people foolishly sacrificed themselves for him and his twisted cause.
You jokingly thought to yourself that you understood why Satoru couldn't bring himself to kill him.
His dark eyes surveyed the room with an air of condescension, and you felt a shiver crawl up your spine. His mere presence was so immense that the room had chilled. You could practically taste the fear radiate off your fellow members and you were sure he could too. The corners of his lips curved into a smug smirk before quickly shifting into a charming smile that reeked of faux politeness.
"Welcome to the Star Religious Group, here we take care of one another like a family," he scanned the room, locking eyes with you.
Cold, violet eyes stared deep into your soul, as if seeing right through your disguise. It felt like staring into an endless abyss, filled with contempt, violence and emptiness all at once. His eyes held meaning, yet betrayed nothing. The air suddenly felt more stifling, coiling around you like a vice, gripping your neck.
And then, in mere seconds his gaze returned to the room, as if nothing ever happened.
You thought you had imagined it but you knew you didn't, your trembling hands proved it.
"In order to achieve our goal, eradicating those filthy monkeys we must stand together after all."
Monkeys. You held back a laugh, you knew the guy had a superiority complex based on the briefing the higher-ups gave you but you underestimated how bad it was. His ideals went against the foundations of the jujitsu world you had grown up in, it was deeply unsettling yet you couldn't help but be curious. Satoru never wanted to go into the details as to why Geto defected, but you had a feeling that it was as a result of frustration and resentment building up over time. After all, being a sorcerer took its toil, even for strong sorcerers like you.
The numerous deaths you had personally witnessed were hard to get over and at times made you feel as though your efforts were futile, however they made you all the more determined to protect others, to try better and become stronger.
He continued, droning on about how the organisation worked, how missions were carried out etc. You listened attentively, his soft-spoken tone heavily contrasting with the violence of his words, as an imposing sense of dread settled in the pits of your stomach.
His casual acceptance that the lives of non-sorcerers held no value, the glint in his eyes as he droned on about eliminating ruthlessly them, and worst of all the fact that the rest of the people in the room agreed with him. All of this made your stomach churn in a way it never had before. You felt bile rise in your throat, and with all the strength you could muster, you forced it back down.
Luckily for you, the meeting ended. You were eager to leave, the suffocating atmosphere had done numbers on your nerves, but unfortunately it was too early to do so. You still needed to survey the building and perhaps gain more intel.
You stumbled upon what seemed to be a garden. A large stone pond sat at its centre, its water glimmering and shimmering in the soft sunlight. Luscious, green trees circled the perimeter, providing a peaceful respite from the bright rays of sunshine. You could hear the faint twitter of birds in the background, as well as the occasional rustle of branches as they settled in their nests.
The place felt like a haven, but you knew better.
The sound of nearby giggles snapped you out of your momentary trance. You turned towards the noise only to be met with a young girl crashing into your arms. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you instinctively held her closer, cradling the back of her head gently to prevent injury.
She looked up at you with wide eyes, before blinking curiously. Her brunette hair was in two long plaits, paired with two pink bows at either side. Her chubby cheeks flushed as she stared at you with an open mouth, a quiet murmur slipping from her lips.
"Pretty...."
"Wha-"
"Mimiko!"
Another young girl with similar features came darting towards you both, grabbing the other by the hands.
"Caught you! Wait who is this-"
"She's a princess!" The girl, whose name you now learnt was Mimiko, declared placing her hands on her hips with a triumphant smile. You flinched in surprise, although you weren't sure whether it was from her escaping your embrace or her sudden declaration.
The other girl let out a gasp in awe.
"Wow a princess, I've never met one of those before!!"
"Come on Nanako, we should host a tea party to welcome her!"
The two little girls dragged you further into the garden with a surprising amount of force. You watched in amusement as they sat you down at their makeshift table, carefully handing you a small porcelain tea cup.
Nanako carefully poured you some tea, whilst Mimiko cut you a slice of cake. They watched you with wide, expectant eyes, you could practically see stars forming in them.
You played along with a soft smile, but internally you were confused. How could two sweet, young girls be in the midst of a cult? How did they get wrapped up in such a mess, your mind fumbled through the various theories that you could come up with but none were satisfactory.
The picture was strange to the say the least. A little tea party in a picturesque garden in the middle of the association’s quarters, paired with two seemingly innocent little girls, who naively trusted strangers without a second thought.
A chill settled down your spine, what if they were part of a bigger picture? What other terrible things had this cult been doing that the rest of the jujitsu world weren’t aware of? The crumbs of cake all of a sudden felt sickeningly sweet, building a harsh lump in your throat.
A velvety voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Girls what are you doing here?”
You looked up, startled immediately recognising the man before you.
He looked at the three of you with a tight lipped smile, but you could easily feel the clear apprehension radiating off him in waves. His eyes narrowed down on your figure with a menacing glint, you could see his jaw ticking.
“Geto-sama we were just having a tea party with the princess!” Mimiko exclaimed, her innocent declaration momentarily breaking the tension between you two.
You watched as the man before you softened his gaze, tension melting from his shoulders as he relaxed.
“You two should clean up dinner is almost ready,” he smiled.
The two girls sprang up from their seats and quickly rushed inside without so much sparing you a second glance. You could see the adoration they had for him melting from their eyes.
A deep pang settled in your stomach as you realised that these girls were just like the many others you saw assembled together in the hall earlier. Except younger.
They held his man on a pedestal. Their saviour. Their God. Who could do no wrong.
His presence before you suddenly felt more imposing, more intense as you realised the true extent of his influence over people. Especially their perception of people. It was suffocating, disgusting and at the same time fascinating.
Before you could even notice, he was right in front of you, with his hand tightly gripping your neck.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” he asked with narrowed eyes, his harsh grasp on your neck only drew out ragged splutters and coughs from you.
Your vision began to blur and you could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.
The prospect of death didn’t scare you, it never did considering you were a jujitsu sorcerer, however the possibility of dying at the hands of this man felt different.
It would mean all your hard work these past few months would go to waste, and there would have to be another poor soul to replace you.
Knowing your abilities, you knew there would be no one who could and you didn’t want to sentence them to such a cruel fate.
What scared you even more was the eyes of the man before you.
Beautiful yet so shockingly empty.
He looked at you like you were nothing. Like the act of killing another human being didn’t make him feel anything. Not even the thought of killing you filled him with the usual psychotic pleasure you saw from cursed users you had fought before.
Nothing.
You were just another insignificant being in his life, another pathetic creature who wasn’t even in his way.
And for some reason, that made you feel an indescribable sense of fear you had never felt before.
