#noritoshi

Momo had stopped a few meters behind him and was trying not to laugh herself to death as she stopped the video, already replaying the golden moment and sending it right off to the group chat before Noritoshi could even try to take away her phone.

“Are you okay?” you yelled from the field, one hand on the side of your mouth to try and make sure he heard you. It made his head snap up, an uncommon and very light blush covering the tops of his cheeks and ears. He stood up and gathered himself, bowing in your direction.

“Yes, thank you. I’m perfectly fine,” he said back, hoping he was loud enough for you to hear while simultaneously trying to hide the way his voice almost cracked.

Momo was absolutely living for this. Even though they had all taken notice of how Noritoshi was just a little bit different around you, he mostly managed to compose himself in group settings. He was well trained, so they enjoyed it that much more when he did crack. “I can’t believe you stared so much that you walked into the window!” she laughed and wiped beside her eyes, as if the laughter was bringing her to tears.

“Shh, be quiet!” the boy whisper-yelled at her, looking over his shoulder and letting out a breath of relief when he saw that you and Miwa had gone back to practising.

“Not denying it, huh?” Momo said, sounding almost disappointed at his lack of resistance. She tucked her phone away before walking away, not minding if Kamo followed or not.

You and Miwa might have continued your sparring, but the focused fighting had turned into giggling counters. A blush that matched Noritoshi’s had taken over your face when Miwa turned back to you after said boy confirmed he was perfectly fine. “He was so staring at you.”

“He was not! It’s Toshi, he probably got lost in some serious thought,” you argued, but the tone you used was not very convincing.

“Yes, serious thoughts about your wedding,” she teased, using your moment of utter fluster to her advantage and cutting your thigh before throwing you to the ground and holding you there.

“Maybe we can have our wedding right after you and Maru,” you teased back, already breathless but using the last energy you had for the day to kick Miwa off you harshly, making her fly through the air before hitting the ground with an oomph.

You and Miwa had known each other since you were little, both finding comfort in knowing the other could also see the weird monsters. So you two never really used fake weapons to spar unless Utahime forced you to for classes. That’s why you were always left with some bleeding, supporting each other on your way to the healer, who would no doubt scold you again for the unnecessary violence.

You finally walked out after your leg was bandaged and rubbed your eyes, walking through the halls. The lights in the nurse’s office could be quite harsh on the eyes. About to round the corner, you finally dropped your hands and blinked harshly before your sight was blocked again. Thankfully, you didn’t crash into him, as he carefully held your upper arms while looking down at you with a soft kind of surprise. Like he expected to see you there, but not right there.

“Sorry, I didn’t look where I was going,” you tell him, finally looking up and taking in a little extra air so your blood would keep flowing even after seeing his pretty face up close. You always worried that his cursed technique meant he noticed when your heartbeat quickened.

“No worries at all, y/n.”

It had taken so long before you finally got him to start calling you by your first name, even going through a little silent strike. Hearing him use it so freely never failed to make you smile. “Are you okay? From earlier?”

Noritoshi took a moment to remember what you were talking about, and while he did that, he hurriedly let go of your arms after realising he still held them. Then he tried desperately to control his blood flow so his cheeks wouldn’t betray him and turn red. All this thinking meant that you didn’t really get an answer, making you chuckle and look at him in amused disbelief. 

“Earth to Toshi? Did the window get you in the head?” you teased and leaned slightly closer to catch his eyes. This seemed to wake him up, and if only you knew how much he liked it when you gave him those nicknames.

“I got something for you,” he said, avoiding the topic altogether. You huffed, curious but letting him move on because you were more curious about what he might have for you. “The vending machine accidentally dropped two of these,” he mumbled and fished a bottle of your favourite flavoured milk from his uniform pockets. He handed it to you and somewhat managed to compose himself again. It was difficult without the pressure of the others hanging around.

You took the milk with a sweet thanks, but still gave him a look filled with doubt. “The machine just happened to give you two of my favourites?” you asked, starting to walk past him and hoping he would follow you.

It only took a few seconds before he realised you were not walking at your normal pace. You were slightly limping. What a brilliant opportunity for him to avoid another topic of conversation. “You are hurt? I should take you back to the healer-” he moved to lead you back again with a hand on the middle of your back, but you refused to move, so he ended up just standing very close to you again.

“They fixed the bleeding, but didn’t have time to finish before Mai and Todo came back from their mission and needed more assistance than I did.” Noritoshi simply wouldn’t understand how anyone’s health could surpass yours in importance, but then he must admit he was biased. He looked like he considered it for a while before nodding shortly. There was no use arguing with you on the matter anyway.

“Will you at least let me support you back to your room?” he asked, almost mumbling.

“I would like that.” So the two of you held a slow conversation back to your room, one of his arms across your back while your free arm held the strawberry milk up to your mouth between talking.

“Please send me a message if you need anything.”

“I’m not crippled, Toshi. In our line of work, this is nothing,” you giggled, not wanting him to underestimate you. He took a deep breath and chuckled slightly as he breathed out again.

“You’re right. Did you at least win?” he asked with a small smirk. This was the Noritoshi that only you got to see. The side where he just slightly returned your energy.

“I guess she won, but I got a real good kick in at the end.” Both of you laughed, neither doing anything about how his arm was still around you as you were turned to him in your doorway. “She threw me off by saying you were staring at me,” you admitted, a glint in your eye as you observed his reaction. You were about to say that it was stupid when he slightly bowed his head, hesitatingly loosening his grip on you.

“I’m sorry, it was not proper of me,” he said, back to his usual character.

“So you were staring?” you asked, voice so light and sweet it almost made him sweat. He wasn’t sure what to say, looking to the side.

“You’re a good fighter.”

“Thank you. Do you stare at Todo this way?” you asked, words fluttering from your tongue before you could stop them.

He scoffed. “There is nothing to learn from watching Todo.”

“What do I teach you? Not how to look out for windows, surely.”

Noritoshi eyed you for a second before huffing and looking away, mumbling between breaths, “The window should have moved.”

“Right, for the clan leader.”

He didn’t answer, and the silence that fell over you was thick with uncertainty, but not quite awkward enough to try and continue that thread.

“Thank you for helping me back, Toshi.”

Noritoshi tilted his head in hopes his hair would hide the light flush returning to his cheeks, looking away for good measure. “It’s what anyone should do.”

Putting a careful finger under his chin, you lifted his head to face you again before putting one finger on each of his mouth’s corners. With a little chuckle, you lifted them into a smile. “There you go. See you tomorrow?”

Letting your hands fall back to your sides, Noritoshi seemed to be at a loss for words until he managed a small “Yes. Indeed.”

You closed your door with a satisfied hum, silently freaking out over the interaction as soon as it shut.

Noritoshi was no better on the other side, turning and leaning his back carefully onto your door to catch his breath.

Luckily, no one walked by to see you open the door back up, letting him fall backwards into your room and closing it again. No one needed to know that.

but the second he sinks his cock inside you, all previous beliefs flew out the window. how could something that felt this good only be reserved for making children?

he quickly loses his mind inside you, humping his cock in and out of your wet pussy with reckless out of time thrusts as he nears his orgasm in under a minute, fully ready to cum inside you with no remorse or embarrassment about cumming prematurely

and when he does? he’s addicted. he’d cum in you overrr and overrr whispering, “gotta make sure it takes, gotta make sure i get u pregnant right?” but after 5 hours of him breeding you, his explanation holds no other reason than the fact that he just wants to cum inside you because it felt good

sure, it might’ve started as solely trying to knock you up, but now it was for his own selfish reasons too. it felt so warm and soft inside you how was he meant to stop? “fuck- take it, take my fucking load” he groans in you ear, his sweaty chest pressed to your back, his weight crushing you

“gonna get you pregnant with my babies, you want that? huh? want me to make you a mother?” his foul mouth has caught you off guard several times this night, since he was usually more reserved otherwise