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The little cup had been tossing and turning all night and woke up with a sharp gasp.
The room was dark, minus the night-light plugged in the corner.
He could feel his heart pound against his chest in a way it never had before. Cuphead held his breath for a moment, only to gasp and sharply flinch again when he heard the yelling voices of his parents downstairs.
Were they STILL at it??
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized he was sitting on something warm.
Ah, blast.
Cuphead pushed the covers off him, and got to his feet, breaths still heavy as a warmth crept up his face.
He looked over his brother’s sleeping form; he always seemed more peaceful when asleep.
Too bad he was gonna break that peace…
Cuphead stepped towards Mugman, and shook him awake.
“Mugsy…?”
The older boy groaned, yet still woke up, his vision blurry. Mugman looked at the red blob infront of him, “What do you want?” He snapped.
Cuphead gulped, and wiped his tears, “I-I can’t s-sleep.” He whimpered, watching his older brother sit up on his bed and put on his glasses.
“You gotta try, anyway.” Mugman’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw his little brother’s head hang low.
Something was up.
“Cuphead?” He spoke, voice not any softer, but not cruel either.
Cuphead stepped back, enough for Mugman to see his bed.
The boy stood up, and cringed when he saw the damp spot on his brother’s bed sheets.
“Wha- Cuphead, I told you not to drink so many liquids before–” He was about to say. Or rather, scorn. Cuphead was 12, he should’ve outgrown this habit.
But he paused when Cuphead cut him off completely.
“I’m sorry…! I-I had a really r-really bad nightmare an’ I couldn’t sleep ‘cause Mom m’ Dad kept yellin’ an’ I’m sorry..!!”
Mugman found himself silent. He saw the humiliation and distress on his little brother's face, the way tears left his eyes, and the tension in his shoulders, like he expected to be struck.
It made Mugman’s heart clench uncomfortably.
The older boy sighed, and stepped in front of his little brother, kneeling on one knee.
“Let’s just run you a bath. Okay? Get yourself cleaned, an’ I’ll scrub your back. After I fix your bed, of course.” He spoke, his voice firm, but a lot calmer. More caring. Understanding.
Safe.
The little cup smiled lightly, despite how much he still wanted to cry.
“O-Okay.” He nodded and ran off downstairs.
Mugman rolled his eyes and stood up, turning on the lamp.
After he freshened up Cuphead’s bed, he went through the little guy’s drawers to have clean clothes prepared.
He really didn't feel like bathing his brother at 2 in the morning, but…
The image of seeing Cuphead so unbelievably scared, hurt. He shouldn't feel this way.
Ever.
If only the blue mug knew.
Back with our little cup, he had washed himself up, and made an effort to make the water extra soapy.
His head perked up when he heard the knock, and he took a breath to stabilize himself.
It’s JUST Mugman.
“Come in!” He called out.
He watched his brother enter, the older boy dressed in mismatching clothes he had no problem getting wet, clothes in hand, and a towel over his shoulder.
Mugman set the clothes on the counter and closed the door. He hung the towel on the rack and spoke simply, “Sponge.”
Mugman would press the sponge against his brother's back and begin gently scrubbing the skin.
“…What’d you dream about?” He questioned quietly, as if trying to maintain the fragile peace.
Cuphead felt the tension release from his shoulder in a way it hadn’t before. He rested his arms on the edge of the tub and lay his head on them.
He didn’t realize how much he had needed a simple, affectionate moment like this with his brother…
“…Bad things…I was stuck, an’…” He murnured.
And hands were tearing my skin off.
“…Saw scary faces.”
Mugman pursed his lips, and nodded lightly. He wasn't gonna push…Why should he? He figured Cuphead’s just been more stressed than usual.
It worried him. But not enough to make a change in himself.
The boy sighed, and began scrubbing the back of Cupsy’s head, the crook of his neck, the rim of his head his…Handle.
Mugman felt his grasp on the sponge tighten. He felt that familiar wave of insecurity and frustration wash over him.
His little brother always had clear skin, barely chipped, and even when he was injured, everything always seemed to heal gracefully.
Not Mugman, though. He was one hard blow on the head away from completely dying. His handle? Gone. The cracks ran from his arm to his face, and his eye?
Well, it was practically useless. He could still see, but his vision was even more blurry; only a contact lens and prescription combo could let him have his sight back.
He was envious.
He wanted to smash the little cup’s teeth in, just to see if he would ever crack—
What am I even thinking…?
He took a deep breath, and looked at his little brother, how peaceful, yet tired he looked.
plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.
chapter summary: both you and satoru have an assigned course together because you’ll be likely working together. suguru in the meantime struggles to maintain his jealousy.
warnings: noncon touching
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11. Chemistry
The next day, Suguru tried to do everything right by you under the impression that if he didn’t, that it would all go wrong for him.
He returned you back home to the apartment in one piece, confirming with you at least a dozen times that you understood exactly what happened between the two of you last night.
In truth, you didn’t really know how to feel just yet. The situation still felt forced at best simply due to how intoxicated you were when he started to make a move on you but at the same time, you weren’t sure how to leave such a position.
It wasn’t like he was holding you hostage, but he did keep you on his radar, ensuring that you could never stray too far away from him.
So could you really leave…?
You debated telling Shoko when you were back home, but your heart pitted in your stomach whenever you tried to do so. You hated yourself the whole time that you couldn’t tell her a single thing, hindered by your own… What even was it? Embarrassment? Shame? Disgust?
It must have been everything all at once.
And then finally, a distraction came. Something to help you take your mind off of things; the whole reason that you came here in the first place.
At some point during the next week, you had to attend the campus along with Satoru to go over some type of integral planning as you were both to be overseeing one student in particular that the college believed could be helped better with two role models rather than just the one alone.
Suguru wasn’t particularly thrilled about such a prospect, but he kept his feelings well hidden now that he believed to have established at least something with you and attended the college too, claiming it was for moral support.
You on the other hand didn’t think too much about the work event at all, struggling instead to keep up with Satoru who already left you feeling intimidated in the classroom despite you both being equals, supposedly.
It didn’t help that he enjoyed bragging about his abilities, either, explaining the full extent of his capabilities in extensive detail.
Your own technique paled in comparison and you were acceptable at best in direct combat, as you initially studied to become more so a support sorcerer rather than one that dishes out continuous damage.
Such festering self-doubt left you wondering for a hot second what you were doing here to begin with, but it all quickly subsided when you understood that you were chosen for a reason, so you shouldn’t let it get to you too much.
Your technique wasn’t even that bad to begin with; essentially possessing a shield bubble of sorts that both slowed and reduced damage, protecting anyone within a certain radius. The only kicker was that you had to remain close to the targets, or else the technique would wane.
Your old teacher back in the day encouraged for you to get better at combat, pointing out that it would only further enhance your potential but you never quite got the opportunity to learn such things, so you worked with what you had, happy to talk about it as needed.
Suguru continued to linger by the classroom in his attempted claim of moral support, when in reality he was making sure that Satoru kept things strictly professional.
His looming observation was quickly drawn to a halt however, as Yaga soon requested his attention for something important and it wasn’t as though he could deny the man, so he left for the time being.
By the time he was done however, both you and Satoru were nowhere to be found on the campus and that was a thought that didn’t sit right with him at all.
In the beginning stupor of his own self sabotaging jealousy, he sent to you a text:
“Where are you?”
“Satoru sponsoring after work meal,” was what you replied back with, thinking that it would be fine because it was just a thing between coworkers, especially since you had long moved on from Satoru’s kiss.
You didn’t know why you were entertaining something casual with Suguru though, something as friendly as texting him after what he had done to you. Guiltily your mind kept drifting back to what he kept telling you, feeling some sort of unwanted comfort after what he forced on you.
Why did you feel that way…?
Suguru meanwhile stirred at that response because you didn’t know Satoru the same way as he did; you didn’t know that he used to serial date and would often talk about who he picked up, how he picked them up—you hadn’t the faintest clue what Satoru was actually capable of which was precisely what he tried so hard to keep you far away from.
Of course this all had to happen when he was genuinely interested in someone for a change, feeling his resentment boil and bubble away.
Choosing to trust you despite disliking the situation, he left it at something passive aggressive instead:
“Where?” he texted back after a moment.
With no response, he sent something again, “Is your phone on silent again?”
Suguru stared blankly at the screen with no incoming responses, but tried to trust you in the end. As far as you were both aware, you were involved with him, so maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“Have fun,” he finally settled on, ending on a passive aggressive text.
It wasn’t as though he wanted for you to have a bad time, but…
He also wasn’t happy that you never at least let him know, feeling entitled to every single thing that you did, unsure as to why he even felt that way.
In the meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware as you finished up the contents of your meal, hoping for it to keep you full for long. You wanted to avoid cooking tonight if you could help it, needing a dire recharge after today as well as what had been happening for weeks prior.
Satoru walked you back home after, trying to keep his arm wrapped around your waist to which you moved away from—feeling a little conflicted as you still had that other thing going on.
You didn’t understand if you were now involved with Suguru or not, but regardless, it felt strange to give into even what could have been platonic touch from Satoru because of how messy it all was. You didn’t want for something like that to repeat again with someone else, so you attempted to reject as many times as you had to—to at least get the message across.
Satoru retracted his hand, feeling annoyed for a change but he couldn’t quite figure out why. It all started going wrong for him from the moment he saw Suguru interact with you when you were back home at Shoko’s.
He wasn’t the jealous type at all, but just like Suguru, just like you, he felt confused.
So when he returned his hand around your shoulder this time, to a safe and friendly location, only for you to push him away, he lost it just a little.
“Really?” he asked, his mask slipping off just a little so that you could see the fire behind his otherwise serene blue eyes.
“I-I just don’t really like being touched like that,” you replied, continuing to attempt the effort of setting boundaries.
The entire reason you got into the whole other mess was because you didn’t set up enough of those to begin with.
Satoru sulked a little as he tanked the rejection, feeling his pride take a hit as well. He wanted to point out to you that Suguru had been getting very touchy with you lately but you hadn’t been complaining about that at all, but that’s when he finally made the connection that you two must have been closer than he had originally thought.
Staying silent for a moment longer, he quickly pieced everything together as he understood why both of you were acting so weird lately.
As such, he extracted one final response from you, moving his hand around your back as he then studied your reaction to his touch next.
“Stop,” you replied, your voice a lot firmer.
“Ah, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Satoru replied as he feigned a smile again; a strained laugh escaping through his lips, as though he wasn’t bothered at all, “I’m just so used to doing this with everyone, I didn’t even think it was making you uncomfortable.”
You didn’t want to make this a whole big deal so you tried to be reasonable within your response too.
“It’s… okay,” you replied in a drawn out way, however, not quite buying his excuse.
You learned that over the past month or so exactly what type of person he was, so you were quickly growing cautious around him as well as people like him. Men who were a little too friendly, a little too flirty. You could trust him to keep a dark secret, but you couldn’t quite trust him to respect your boundaries all the way.
“Look, I’m sorry, [name],” he said as he kept his hands to himself now, “I need to be somewhere else anyway, so I’ll let you go back by yourself now, you’ll be fine right?”
“I-I think so…?” you replied, looking over at the road ahead, it was empty where you were but the streets were for the most part lit up, except in some areas.
It was quite late by now but you were certain that you would be alright. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from this street and it was a relatively short walk away.
You walked down the remainder of the road in silence, taking your phone out to consider texting back Suguru’s vague message but you weren’t really sure how to do so.
You sighed as you pocketed it for now, feeling assured by the building standing tall in the near distance. Soon enough you’d be back in bed and you’d be fast asleep, so maybe you could think about all of this with more clarity if you were in a better state of mind.
As you found yourself lost deep in your thoughts however, you didn’t have time realise nor even react to someone sneaking up right behind you and pushing your chest right against the wall of a nearby alley way, so poorly lit and off to the side in the dead of night.
You tried to move back just a little but your back was so tightly pressed against this person that you couldn’t move nor turn a single inch. It was dim and you couldn’t quite see who it was, your remaining senses clinging onto the smell of a distinctive cologne.
They were stronger than you, you could tell that much. They also had quicker reflexes than you, not giving you enough wiggle room to readjust yourself as you had so desperately wanted to do so.
The man’s hands roamed around your neck to keep your head turned against the wall, the other hand retreating slowly as it worked its way down to your hip, slipping right below the fabric of your top and copping a feel of your breasts.
You froze as this happened for a moment before trying to put up a further fight. You managed to annoy the person in question in doing so as he promptly reacted by slamming the front of your body against the wall as your body soaked up the remainder of the damage.
It was then that you could hear a whispered ‘oops’ slip out. It sounded almost familiar, but your fear was clouding all reason.
This sort of hold on your body went on for more than you liked, the man’s hands brushing against your body with just a little more care now. His knee moved in between your legs as he kept you in place with his thigh, his face moving in closer to where your neck and shoulders met.
You could feel as this quickly excited him, a certain region of him growing harder as he pressed up against your body. His hands continued to explore you and just as he got even a little bit further, he pulled away.
“Next time, I’m not letting you go,” he whispered as he trailed off.
You couldn’t quite move your body but he slowly dislodged himself from the tight hold he had you in, taking a step away and leaving you alone as his footsteps quickly disappeared down the road.
By the time you turned around, he was already gone and you were alone.
Your mind fully went blank as you walked yourself back home on autopilot, barely noticing that there was anyone in the living room just hanging out casually. Shoko and Suguru both watched some type of reality show on the television but you barely had any time to register either of them.
Instead, you dropped your bag at the door and very calmly took your shoes off at the entrance, walking quietly into the bathroom. Flipping on the lights, you could see that your face looked to be in a pretty rough state; your lip was busted, your cheeks were raw and bleeding with dust from the brick wall hanging near your eyelashes and brows.
Not to mention the state of your outfit, slightly torn and not sitting right on your body.
You were starting to feel violently ill as you started to process what almost happened to you and also what did happen to you.
In realisation of this, you locked the door to the bathroom as you simply just needed some time to figure this all out. You ran the water from the faucet and washed your face up as much as you could, but it didn’t quite hide the damage.
The knock that followed on the door didn’t help your situation either.
You didn’t want to be seen in this kind of way.
You could hear some sort of squabbling behind the door, some shuffling and finally silence that followed.
“Just, let me do the talking,” you could finally make out. It sounded like Shoko’s voice.
You talked yourself into opening up the door and facing them sooner than never, just to simply get this all over with.
As soon as Shoko took even one look at you, she stepped right past you in complete silence to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. The damage seemed minimal enough thankfully that she didn’t have to use her technique, but she still felt that she needed to treat you.
Suguru in the meantime stared at your face as something snapped internally within him. He wanted to ask you about it but he also didn’t want to upset you, knowing just how you were about… anything really.
The last person he left you with was Satoru, but he confirmed with him that he was on his way home leaving you nearby outside of the apartment.
(Unless…?)
He stayed silent as Shoko treated you; washing up your face a little better and disinfecting what needed to be. He also noticed that your body looked roughed up and that your clothes didn’t sit quite right on your frame and to put it lightly, he didn’t like this particular feeling that he was feeling right now.
“What happened?” he finally ended up asking as soon as you seemed just a little calmer. He wasn’t going to press you in front of Shoko even if he did want to know more.
“I, uh,” you replied blankly as you stared right past him, clearing your throat as you tried to explain it properly, “I was almost back but someone dragged me into the alley across the street.”
Both of them could take a wild guess at what followed and Shoko remained quiet, knowing that this might be a sensitive topic. She would have usually replied asking if you kicked the guy where it hurt, but something felt more serious about this situation.
Suguru on the other hand couldn’t quite shake off a certain suspicion out of his mind. The timing was too perfect and it bothered him. He was feeling some responsibility for what had happened and felt some degree of possessiveness that he couldn’t quite explain as his mind spiralled at the thought of you being touched by someone else—even if it wasn’t your fault.
He hated himself for thinking this way.
“Did you see what he looked like?” he asked you, allowing to spare the intricate details of what exactly the person did, he would get those later, one way or another.
“He wouldn’t let me get a look at him,” you said as you shook your head in response, Shoko trying her best to keep your chin in place as she treated you.
“Anything else that might hurt?” she asked you.
“My shoulder—collarbone area,” you said as you felt soreness radiate from that particular area, “my chest… too.”
“Can I take a look?”
“Go ahead.”
She considered asking Suguru to step outside for a moment but you didn’t seem that uncomfortable with him being there (in your mind, you simply just didn’t see how it could all get worse and you blanked), so she guessed that something must have gone on between the two of you at some point. She didn’t really care as it wasn’t her place to pry, she only teased you about Satoru because it was so obvious with what he tried to do.
She did however make sure that you were wearing a camisole or some type of bra underneath before proceeding onwards just in case Satoru came in through the door or something. Had you worn nothing below your clothes, she would have worked around it.
Your clavicle area and your shoulders were indeed bruised with some red hand marks that could be seen around the top exposed area of your breasts, leading down into the cup of your bra. Towards your stomach, some bruising was also visible.
“Can you get a towel and a bag of something from the freezer?” she instructed Suguru, noticing his tense expression.
He nodded along, stepping quickly into the bathroom to grab a random towel and then off into the kitchen area to grab a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping the towel tight around it before giving it back to Shoko.
She pressed the cold towel around the more serious looking bruises, moving your hands to keep the pack in place.
Suguru was boiling away as this all unfolded, not really saying anything anything just yet. It took him a lot of self restraint to not say or do something he shouldn’t in front of Shoko, but both his jealousy as well as his guilt was starting to reach an apex.
He partially blamed Satoru for this because it happened not too long after he left, if he even left at all. Besides that, he should have been less petty with the text he sent you and made more of an effort to retrieve you because if he caught up to you, then this wouldn’t have happened.
“Are you okay?” Shoko asked after a while now that everything looked to be in order with you.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess…” you replied, your words trailing off, “I mean nothing actually ended up happening but the idea that I wasn’t able to do anything at all is messing me up.”
“It shouldn’t have happened at all, in either way or form,” Shoko continued to validate you, “but, you’re also safe here now and we’ll do our best to make you feel that way, right?”
“Right,” Suguru nodded along, feeling a little intimidated from Shoko’s glare. She was right, he should be making you feel safe now that you were away from the attacker, but something within him also stirred that shouldn’t.
It felt almost like an insult, as if it was bad karma for trying to take things too slowly with you.
Something in his mind permanently changed beyond at that point, he knew that he had to do something to change this.
He knew that he had to make you rightfully his, because he’s not going to share.
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Really sad stuff to wake up to this morning, really hope that she is alright and able to heal fully from this and I hope he receives proper punishment. I've seen someone try to defend him because of age but most of us here are around the same age (myself being just a few months younger) or saying that we don't know the way he was brought up, and to both of those I say that it doesn't matter one bit. It doesn't take a genius to know you don't do the things that he did to her. No matter your age and upbringing in this day and age you should know that the actions he did are wrong and unforgivable. He is young and can go through counseling and reformation but we cannot let these actions just slip by unpunished.
