#writer's stuff

4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS AGO

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji doesn't know what he's doing here. In his brain he has already figured out what ended him up in the hopsital in the first place, he also concluded that he definenlty should have not survived. Whenever he finds himself ruminating on his fight with the head, and sole member of the gojo clan, phantom pain blooms where the scars from the fight litter his body. The pain only intensifies when his old friend, and now caretaker, helps him complete is activities of daily living. Toji is hyper aware of the way he stares at them when he aids him with bathing or how when him and toji practice the physical therapy exercises his doctor prescribed him. Toji cant help but be tormented by the physical reminders of his tussle with gojo.

These small torments become less small-and far larger- the day the man he's living with comes home with a court order tucked under his jujutsu sorcerer uniform.

"Ah- there you are…" toji watches him as he places his coat, keys, and stacks of envelopes/loose papers on the coffee table directly in front of him. "hey! you managed to sit yourself on the floor!!" His friends plops down next to him and rests his head onto his shoulder. He lets out a deep tired sigh and relaxes his body against toji completely. "Soooo I talked with the gojo clan head today…" toji tenses under his friends weight. If he notices he doesn't say anything- instead he reaches over toji and grabs the stack he set down a few seconds ago. "Kids fucking weird- and annoying. anywayssss… said he has been taking care of megumi for you-" he watches him flip through different envelopes next to him out of the corner of his eye. when he reaches a large yellow manilla envelope he tosses the other documents on the floor under the coffee table. "I'll pick those up later-anyways as harsh as this may sound toji, I'm glad it was a guy like gojo megumi went to and NOT someone in the zenin clan." Toji grunts in a greement and crosses his arms over his chest. "I got to see the little tike too!" his head snaps in his direction so fast toji almost propels him off of his shoulder.

Toji's heart is beat FAST. faster than it did when he ran away from his clan as a teenager, faster than the day he confessed his love for his dead wife, faster than it did when he fought gojo…Toji locks eyes with his friend and whatever insanley intense surge of emtotions he is feeling currently must be written all over his face because, gracefully, the man next to him gives him a sympathetic look. He nibbles on his bottom lip and then shifts awkwardly where he sits then hands toji the envalope. "Megumi is doing good, looks like that white haired bastard is feeding him well… and when I talked to him he seemed mature, way more mature than any other kid his age. Oh! and not to mention he wasn't wearing any clan based school attire, he was wearing some private tokyo schools uniform. Looks like gojo picked out a prestigous place for the little guy…." toji slightly tunes out his friends rambling and takes out the contents of the envalope. He squints his eyes while trying to understand what he is reading in his hands. He never finished his education after 16 and he was never fond of reading to begin with, he always relied on the guy to his left to aid him in that area of his life. but right now after burdening him for two years with his needs and ailments he feels the need to pick up the slack, starting with his literay faults. "…I asked him about you while I was there, he is quite like you in some ways… well actually in a lot of ways-Hehe. but I digress! apparently gojo told the tike that you were a bum who was a dirty gambler who sold him to gojo because you deemed megumi too much of an expense that was getting in the way of your extravagant life style!" Toji crumples the papers in his hands and focuses on your words instead, he decides to pretend he is still reading them though and hope you pick up on his agitated mood- but dont comment on it. ".. I told megumi gojo was full of shit."

"pfft-" toi turns his face away from him to hide his smile.

"He seemed to believe me- smart kid you got there. I also gave gojo an ear full about his white lie… don't give me that look jiji! I know what you are! and I'm your only friend so I ain't gonna lie to you!!! anyways- i wanted to give you these papers today." He motions to them. "For a while now in-between my shifts and helping you out- I have been in a constant battle with the big bitch gojo satoru in trying to get you to have split custody over little megumi…" He takes the papers from tojis hands and slips the back into the folder. "Which he hasn't made easy AT ALL!!" Toji wants to poke fun at the pout settling on his face but decides not to, especially at his confessions of going out of his way to help his situation with his astranged son.

Toji tries to stand up off the floor on his own, he struggles a bit and when a hand reaches out to steady him he swats it away. "…I didn't bother making you dinner." He informs facing away from the man still seated on the floor. He can feels his proud stare branding his back. Toji beems with pride because he knows how big of a feat getting into his own two feet without his help actually is. "Let's order take out."

"yes!! My favorite though okay!!" He hears his friend jump up from the floor and smiles to himself.

"Yeah sure." Toji has to steady himself on the arm rest of the couch when his friend flings himself into hisback. A hot blush blooms in his upper back and neck when he feels two arms wrap around him from behind.

Tokyo JR General Hospital- Six Years Ago

Toji Fushiguro:

"What do you mean he will be discharged tomorrow morning?!" Who the fuck is talking so loud? The room around Toji slowly fades into his vision. He can feel a headache coming on, and the sound of two voices chattering away a few feet to his left don't help any. "He's not- he's not ready to be discharged ye-T…" huh the voice sounds familiar… Too bad his vision is completely wrecked right now so when he tries to get a good look at who is defending him- all he sees is a blurry silhouette.

The other voice lets out a deep exhale, they are clearly frustrated. "We can't keep him here- you're lucky we even let through the front doors."

"Shut it!" Toji can feel the blanket atop of him begin to loose it's weight and start to hover acutely above his resting body. Oh- is that him? He hasn't spoken to him since… Before megumi was born. What is he doing here? Wait where IS he exactly… and why does he not really remember the last time he ate or what he was doing last week? Man his headache is starting to get worse. "I know that! Now I don't know what strings I have to pull or- who I have to-"

Toij lets out a groan and rubs his head trying to ease the oncoming migraine. He can feel something snag on his right index finger. Is that a…he can't remember what it's called and why is there a needle poking into his arm? He goes to tug at it and doesn't budge when a sharp pain shoots through his arm. He thinks this may be an IV of some sort. Oh he's in a hospital. How did he end up in a hospital? His vision is still hazy but through the blurry images his eyes project for him he can see the outline of his childhood friends face peering down at him. "Holy shit Toji -"

"See he's responsive to you. I'll have the doctor write up his discharge paperwork and fax it over to you by 8pm this evening." Someone tells him, Toji assumes it must be a hospital staff member. "The time you need to be here to pick him up will be included. Dont be late." The sound of curtains being drawn back catches his attention, his friend doesnt turn back to look at the staff member and instead keep his focus trained on him. Then the footsteps of the person leaving register to Toji.

Suddenly arms are being thrown around his neck and Toji feels soft warm tears litter his bare shoulder. An embarrassed blush blooms onto the spot where he cries on his shoulder and makes its way up his neck. Toji represses the instinctual urge he has to push him off his body. While his friend weeps into his skin a few ideas of what to say to him floats around his head. He's never been good at comforting himself and now he is struggling to find anything to aid his friend. "Who are you?"

Toji immediatley regrets saying that.

he can barley even recover from the emotional recoil his friend has after his bad joke.when he harshly pulls away from his hold on him, he can see all fives stages of greif flash on his face and Toji has to force himself to maintain eye contact- its the least he can do… "I'm joking." he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. He shuffles in his spot suddenly uncomfortable with the close proximity between them.

"pffft- youre a fucking idiot…"they break eye contact with each other when he whipes away his tears. "Its been awhile, I didn't think you'd actually ever wake up."

Okay what?

"Huh? what you mean by that?" toji brings his hand down from his neck and stares down at his lap covered by hospital blankets. He's thourougly confused at what he is implying. He can hardly even rember what couldve happened to him that landed him in the hospital to begin with. And if toji is correctly understaing what his friend is implying… he wasn't supposed to survive the scenario that ended him up here.

The hosptial bed mattress bounces when the other man stands up. he begins to pace the room back and forth in front of the bed. Toji frowns at his restlessness,it's something he's always found annoying about him. He can remember the other kids teasing him for it, and even though that got on tojis nerves more he would hit himself for agreeing with them that it was- infact annoying and easy to make fun of. Still despite his irritation at the mans anxious habit Toji doesn't comment on it- because he knows it will bring his mood down and if that happens he wont be able to get any info on why he's been hospitalized. "…To be honest… I'm not too sure either." Just great, he has no clue. Thst irritates toji. "When I found you. You were in pretty bad shape- multiple chunks of your skin had been blown off by something with a high cursed energy output. At first I thought you had bled to death- but when I checked your pulse… you had a very faint heart beat." Toji watches as he explains what he does know to him. He also takes notice at how with every new piece of information about his own physical state, his friend gets more tense by the minute. "I don't know what happened to you…I really dont- but I swear to god…" he can see tears shimmer on his friends face- the droplets catch in the sunlight. "If this happened because of one of those 'sorcerer killer jobs' I'll kill you." When the other man turns to face toji he has to look away in shame and sheer discomfort because toji never thought anyone could shed so many tears over his well-being.

Work was a bitch. A cold hearted, skin tearing, teeth grating -bitch. When you get home all you want to do is toss your shoes off pour yourself a glass of sake turn on your favorite YouTuber and crash out on your couch. Actually that is exactly what you were going to do as you stick your key into the door knob to the front door of your apartment and shove the door open. Upon entering you pause- "what's that smell?" Something cooking is wafting it's smell from the kitchen over to where you stand. Automatically you are in high alert. "Oh shit- did I leave the stove on this morning??? Or shit I mean oven- or did I-"

"Close the door- it's freezing outside." Toji? What the fuck is he doing over?? Megumi should be with him this week. Did he bring megumi with him over as well?

You slowly creep into your apartment after slipping your shoes off. "Is mini-guro here?" A nickname you gave the kid after you got exhausted of accidently referring to him and his father mid argument. Megumi always pouts when you use it on him- which makes toji smirk at his childish frustration. Its okay though because you get back at toji by making up even more embarrassing nick names for him too.

"Nah kids out shopping with gojo right now." You hum in acknowledgement and search your apartment for toji. The sound of your vacuum draws out from your bedroom. Is toji cleaning your apartment?

You sneak up beside him and tap his shoulder to alert him of your presence, toji just shove your finger off of him and goes back to cleaning your floor. "Like the look." You point to the bandana on his head covering half his hair. "Wait is that mi-"

"I'm making something in the oven." He cuts you off. This tells you he doesn't want to talk about how he definitely did your laundry for you and in the process he decided it was okay for him to barrow your bandana. Him making something in your kitchen and using your oven also means he's definitely at your place for a reason. He is making something he's never made before and didn't want to risk dirtying his own kitchen, so your place was the only option he could think of.

You step around him as he vaccums around and under your bed, you flop back onto the mattress and notice the fresh smelling detergent wafting from your bed sheets. You decide not comment on the fact that toji definitely also took the time to clean your sheets/blankets too."what cha making?"

he chews on the inside of his lip before answering. "Angel food cake." you sit up at his answer. toji doesn't like sweets and you can live without em, so….what's the actual reason he's making angel food cake? or better who's the reason? he takes your attention + silence as a que for him to elaborate. "Brat always comes home smelling like candy and gojo packs sweets into his suitcase before sendn' him 'ere…" ohhh so its for mini-guro then. But why a cake now all of a sudden? his birthday aint till december.

"His birthday is in December, no?" Toji scoffs at your question, you're pretty sure he's mocking you. you roll your eyes and plop back first into your bed again. "Sorry stupid question."

"Gojo said he's graduating junior high… whatever that is." Ah yeah… how could you forget toji never got the chance to go to normal school. he was poorly homeschooled by the zenin clan heads. You will have to find some time later to explain the standard school system to him but what is catching your attention more currently is how gojo was the one to inform toji of it, not you or megumi.

"So gojo told you this?" you question fiddling with a loose string on your comforter.

"More like he told me I wasn't aloud to show up… or that I wasn't invited???" toji turns off your vacuum and makes puzzled noises while wrapping up the cord to the side of it. you peer at his body out of the corner of your eye. You laugh to yourself, if toji could only see just how expressive the rest of his body is compared to his face- he'd be embarrassed. because his whole back is pulled forward and his shoulders are taut like a tightrope, he screams frustration and you're sure its because of the gojo clans head and his childish nature.

You scoff. "Sounds like him." You curl up into a fetal position on your side and pat the spot next you. "C'mere…" Toji gives you a glare. You roll your eyes. "Don't act all… Weird about it- we used to do this all the time as kids." You softly pat the spot again and you can tell Toji is seriously weighing out his options in his head. He's about to take a seat next to your curled up body but halts halfway because the sound of the timer for the cake goes off in the kitchen. Your friend lets out a grunt and storms off into said room. You start to doze off to the sounds of your kitchenware being moved around by toji. Just as you're about to close your eyes and let yourself succumb to sleep toji kicks your ass with his foot. "Ow! What the fuck?!?"

Toji points to the kitchen. "I need you to try it for me." It's your turn to send him a nasty glare, but you relent and get up from your bed and trudge over to where Toji has let the cake cool off.

"Did you let it cool down enough."

"Yeah it's been 30 minutes since I pulled it out." THIRTY MINUTES - man you must be tired. You shrug off your sleepiness and take a little chunk off of the cake and eat it. It's light, spongey, and barley sweet- for an angel food cake it's almost perfect.

"S'good!" You go to take another bite but toji grabs your wrist. "Hey!" He brings your hand back down to your side and removes the fork from it, but doesn't remove his hand from your wrist. You don't mind him holding onto You- infact it brings you back to when you both were kids and how often times he would hold onto your hands or arms to make sure he didn't loose you wherever you guys went together. You lean your head onto his shoulder and Toji avoids looking at you entirely- like explicitly- it's almost like he's trying to make a show of how he's avoiding your presence. 'He's being weird today' you think to yourself.

"I- made us different food. This is for megumi." He releases you from his grasp and motions you to follow him into your dining room.

Upon entering your whole face lights up with excitement. "Oh my god- when did you learn to make American food?!" You hear him cough into his hand. You hear toji mutter something about seeing it online. But it goes through one ear and out the other. "Are those-" you take a lap around your table and take out your phone to snap pictures of the feast. "And is that… omg Toji you out did yourself!!" The shutter sound of your phone camera is excessively taking up space in your apartment.

"Yeah… whatever, just sit down and eat already ." Toji pulls out his usual chair and takes a seat. He serves himself some of the food he's made and tries to hide the very present blush on his face by stuffing his face with food. You take your usual seat across from him.

"Sooooo…" you grab some food and take a bite. "Wow! This is some serious cooking Jiji!" This is the best thing you couldn've come home to after the kind of day you had at work. You try to pace yourself with consuming the food in front of you but you're finding it increasingly hard with how good it tastes. "…you know if you keep this up- hmmm… I might have to make you my wife."

Toji drops his fork onto his plate and you can feel a tense shift in the air immediately afterwards. "…Eat your food." He resumes his own chowing down and you raise a curious eyebrow at him. You hope you didn't say anything to upset him. You've always joked about stuff like that with him.

It had started when you were both teenagers and Toji had begun to pick up a lot of trade skills due to his lack of a proper education. After your school day was done you would often find a bento dropped off at your dorm. And sometimes Toji would even take the time to fix up any problems you had with your bike, along with anything else that you needed help with fixing. You had always equated it to him helping you out as a good friend and would often joke about how he'd make 'a good house husband' to some beautiful woman one day. To which Toji would often reply with some self depricating joke about 'thats if anyone would love a guy like me' and you'd promise him 'if we're still single by the time we're both pushing 40, I'll make you my wife!'. He'd always remind you how stupid that joke was but you would never miss how he wouldn't be able to meet your eyes when telling you- or how the tips of his ears would turn red.

You didn't dare mention it then and looking at Toji, 42 years old and single, blushing across from you, not being able to meet your eyes… You won't mention anything right now either. You chew on your food and look down at your plate. You can't help but let the silence consume you two. It's hard to want to not watch Tojo eat, mess with the food on his plate, adjust himself in his seat, or do any of his typical Toji mannerisms. But when his dark eyes lock onto yours you immediately advert your gaze down onto your plate.

Trying to fixate your attention onto anything else you decide stuffing your face with food is the best option.

As you chew and as the silence stretches on so does your trian of thought. Memories of the last six or so years, and especially the past few months. All of the scenes having Toji somewhere in them. It was either him, megumi, or gojo- but gojo was an addition to hanging around the fushiguros SOOOO you don't really count him. And when you're weren't with them then you were at work. To you, it seems like the three of you had built a routine with eachother. This realization makes you immediately halt your reminiscing and instead a huge question,paired with a pit in your stomach, rings at the forefront of your brain. 'when did Toji become my everything?'

You place your fork down on the plate under you. "Hey can-"

Toji interrupts you."I need you to stop helping me out with megumi."

"I'm sorry what?"

"He called you 'dad' earlier when I picked him up from gojos." A warmth blooms in your chest, it overshadows the cold rejection Toji threw at you a moment ago.

You scoff at toji's reasoning. "Okay-and????" You pick at your food with your fork, you are beginning to feel a bit frustrated currently. Besides Toji and Gojo housing mini-guro it's also you who gives the kid clothes, makes sure Toji buys him proper food, cuts his hair, helps him with his homework, and reminds both his biological father and legal guardian of megumi's constantly fluctuating schedule. If anything you are the kids father- more so than the one who helped conceive him and DEFINITELY more than money bags.

"It's weird." Is what he responds to you with. It's a short but clear answer. 'its werid' Toji says that like it's the only answer he can come up with. He says it like it's the only answer that makes the most sense, and like it's the perfect justification for him to cut your ties with his son. His son you helped raise for the better part of six years. The same son he used your kitchen to bake a cake for and bothered you, after a hard days of work, to taste test it for.

You drop your fork onto your plate, it clashes with the ceramic hard. Hard enough to alert Toji towards your tense form. "So?" You place your hands in your lap under the table and run the palms of them up and down your thighs.

"So, what?" Toji has the balls to ask back at you. For some reason he's trying to play at the idea that this is the most casual conversation two people can have. Like he isn't completely uprooting the thing the three of you have consistently had with eachother for years now.

And that bothers you so much. sosososososososos so much. It burns a hot boiling pot of rage inside of you. it racks you to your core and then shakes your entire being like mentos in a coke bottle. tremors ripple through your hands and shake your finger tips. your whole body is buzzing with frustration. you try and ground yourself by digging your shaking fingers into the meat of your things. you hope the sting of your finger nails digging into your skin shocks you enough to at leaste try and get through the rest of this situation.

Five things you can see:

You don't look up at him despite you being keenly aware of him staring directly at your face. Instead you train your vision at your half eaten dinner like it's the only thing keeping you from snapping in two. It's difficult but you try to steady your breathing and use the groundng technique nanami has been practicing with you lately.

Your dining room table-the same one you and Toji are sitting at

The food on your plate- the same food toji made you two

A fork - the same on you dropped when toji opened his stupid mouth

A grey sweater - it's toji's

A cloth bandana - it's the one Toji stole from you

Fuck.

Three things you can hear:

The sounds of someone chewing - it's Toji

The ruffling of clothing- it's Toji

The clunking of a fork against ceramic- it's toji

Shit-

Two things you can smell:

Your laundry detergent - from the clothes toji washed for you earlier

Angel food cake- the one toji made in your kitchen still cooling down

No-

One thing you can taste:

The dinner toji made for you both.

All this isnt fair. This food. This this- kindness. This- his presence - Toji's Justifications. His his his- him using you… using your kitchen- wearing your clothes. Wrestling his way back into your life only to try and sever his way out, even after burrowing so many parts of himself into you. into your life.

You abruptly stand up.

"Leave."

"The ca-"

Toji doesn't budge. Stubborn like always. You bang your hand onto you thigh in frustration. You breath deep wheezing heaves in and out and you can feel hot tears begging to fall out of your tears ducts. You don't look at your old friend when you tell him again. "Get out."

Slowly Toji gets up from his chair.

"I'll ask gojo to take it home with him." Toji lets you cut him off. He doesn't bother to push in his chair on his way out. As he slips on his slides at your door you don't even bother yourself with turning to look at him. Even when the front door of your apartment slams shut you don't look towards where he once stood.

He's beautiful.

that's the first thing you realized when kenjaku introduced you to choso. You don't think you have ever met someone that looked like him in all your life, never, and that stuck with you. Then he spoke of his unwavering devotion to his brothers and something struck you deep inside your brain, something primal and scultped into your body by hands older than time itself. When he fought it did nothing but aid you in your facinating attraction about him. he could manipulate blood. something you have seen countless cursed users/sorcers do before him, but they never did it like he did. Choso- it was like he was the foundations for the technique entirely. He weilded the technique masterfully- it made your mouth water with something stronger than just admiration, it boardered devotion.

You both had worked together for years by the point anything huge truly happened between you. the first instance was when you and him gotten into your first argument. You dont know why you had started to argue with him but in hindsight- it was probably because he looked so darling when worked up. Like his frustration painted so beautifully on his face and body was made just for you, and no matter what you wanted to see it rack his body as much as you could. you wanted to make choso as worked up as you could- you wanted to make him upset but only because of you- for you. you didn't want him to waste his unfiltered frustrations on anyone who wasn't you.

Then it happened a second time- then a third- then a fourth…

each time he looked as nerve rackingly entrancing as the last. soon your brain started to supply unhelpful but completly indulging images of him absolutely recked just for you.

Ones where his hair was falling out from its usual pigtails some strands so mused up and frizzy it makes you wonder if it was your hands or his that made it that way. Scenes of his face so flushed blood leaks out from the angalur deep red mark stretched across his nose bridge and cheeks. little droplets staining the sides of his face dripping down to the soft sickly pale of his neck, chest, toro, and cock. His clothes are completely ruined. torn and disregarded on the floor, the shreds of cloth cradled in your hands- reminders that you ruined his dressings you took it upon yourself to rid him of his clothes. Choso kneeling before you half nude or completely naked, patiently waiting for you to destroy him far worse than you already have… tear him to shreds worse than how you did with his clothes. Then you would preen down at his awaiting body cradle his face trace over all parts of his body with every ounce of reverence you have stored for him all these years. all in the process informing him of how much of a disgusting tease he has been all this time. Flaunting all the worst parts of him for everyone else instead of saving it just for you.

often times when plagued by such day dreams you would ache to make them a probabilty. make them realities instead of just fantacies. But unluckily for you- choso seems to have a one track mind. For everytime he isn't focused on doing whatever he needs to do for kenjaku he's completley enamored with ensuring his brothers wellbeings.

So you watch, stuck on the side lines of choso's attention you find yourself admiring him from afar. "Such a drag…" Its down time currently, you and the rest of the cursed users rounded up by kenjaku are all haning out in Dagons domain. choso and his two siblings are conversing under a shady spot in the palm trees forest next to you. he is about 20 yards away from you, you wish he was closer. you wish you were right next to him- his brothers off doing their own thing for the time being- having him all to yourself. maybe you would lure him from this beachy innate domain and into your own. your domain being a perfect place for all the horrid things you want to act out with him. a private unreachable affair to anyone but you and him. a heat pools in your stomach- you know that there is only one way to get him to follow you, and that way seems rather… undesirable currently. you all had just gotten back from raiding a temple of its resources barley 3 hours ago. Everyone is resting and choso has been analyzing and tending to his siblings injuries for the entire 3 hours.

"Why do you watch?" Mahito, a new cursed spirit, asks you. he's still a tike compared to everyone else here despite him looking the age of a young adult. You don't spare him a second look but let out a soft chuckle.

"Why do we watch the stars?" You can hear mahito thinking, you always liked how expressive he seemed to be. At times it was humours others… annoying he was the only one out the bunch to get on your nerves occasionaly.

"I don't know… is it because-" He cuts himself off. he is still young you dont think he knows just how beautiful the stars can be, infact he has never really stepped doutside of tokyo before so you're not even sure he's seen any to begin with.

you still don't rip your gaze from choso but supply the answer for mahito. "Its because they're beautiful mahito." When it comes down to it, you only look at choso because well… he's just beautiful. you doubt you deserve to really ruin him like you want- and you fear he would never let you. while you may bat for a horrible group of people, you aren't a monster… despite everything there is something human lingering in you. You wonder if it's choso who helped remind you of that.

Mahito chuckles to himself as if what you said is the funniest thing he's ever heard. You can basically hear his smile when he speaks to you. "If they are so beautiful… why dont we ever try and reach them?"

You cant help but intially want to inform mahito that we have, well humanity has, and suceeded multiple times but stop because something about his words resonates with you.He's right, this young niave cursed spirit is right. Maybe instead of watching the stars you should reach for them this time. You give mahito a small smile and wink at him, he copies your wink like its the first time he's ever done it, and waves you goodbye when you start to walk twoards your star.

Choso only flickers his gaze up at you when you are standing directly above him. Hands on your hips you glare down at his raised head. Even in this scenario, a rather mundane one, you crumble at the position he is in. He stares at you waiting for your words, tired eyes big pupils blown, mouth dipped down into a curious frown, shoulders pulled taught in anticipation, and eyebrows slightly raised. It's not often you are of physical higher ground than choso but when you are, like right now, it's burns deep in your lower abdomen right above where your pelvis begins. If you will yourself to you can let that feeling go straight to your aching cunt. You don't let yourself divulge that far- yet. Instead you nod to his brothers while keeping your eyes trained in his then with all the gull of someone far braver than you are you ask him to follow you. Choso doesn't budge. "What you afraid your brothers can't handle themselves?" His eyebrows pinch together in irritation. Then the left corner of lip lip dips down far. Oops you pushed a rather sensitive button of his. "Or is it… your scared of what it is I want to show you?" That strikes something in choso, you can tell because his cheeks flush a tiny bit and he puffs out his chest slightly. You guess you struck his ego a bit there. You raise one of your eyebrows at him tauntingly hoping it'll bruise his ego a little more. You know choso loves to look tough in front of his brothers - he has boasted about it many times to you over the years. He flickers his eyes back to his siblings then stands up to be eye level with you. His brothers nod at him to send the message that they'll be alright without him.

Choso gives a mean look. "Now what is it you wish to show me?" He slips his hands into the sleeves of his white robe. Your eyes trail down to his wrists that poke out from the cloth, you lick your lips mouth suddenly feeling dry. You always thought choso had such beautiful hands, your glad you'll finally be able to put them to good use.

"We can't talk here." You bring your hand to grab onto his wrist and tug his right hand out from his sleeve. He doesn't try to pull back which is a good sign- actually choso grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. Odd- considering you didn't think you and him had the sort of relationship that would prompt such an intimate way of hand holding. You very much don't protest it, infact you welcome it by squeezing his hand softly. You can feel his skin grow slightly warmer at your action. You smirk 'oh this is going to be rich!'

You make it out of dagon's domain and immediately rush choso into your own. He's immediately on high alert. He rips his hand from your own and shifts his body into a defensive stance. You turn towards him and raise your hands. "What is this-"

"Wait choso…" you give him the most sincere look you can muster and slowly step towards him hands reaching for his face. The second your palms meet his cheeks and you softly cradle his face in them- he melts. "I didn't bring you here to hurt you." Well- okay that may be a bit of a lie…but oh well. Choso gives you a suspicious look. He reminds you of a skittish cat and you have to bite back a laugh. Using one of your thumbs you run slow methodical swipes up and down the soft skin there. He hums in approval of your touching. Your heart melts when the skin under your palms begins cranking up in temperature, the mark on his face buzzing along its edges. "… You're so-" he locks his eyes with your own. You let out a small whine. "Unfair." He raises an eyebrow at your statement. "Look at you choso…" a mirror fabricates beside the pair of you and you tun his head to look at it. Using your left hand you begin to trace the lines of his face. "Your forehead compliments the way your hair falls over it…" You move your hair along his hair line, chosos eyes roll to the back of his head at the tender sensation. "Then you eye brows, they're so pointed so expressive." You smooth out the soft wrinkles around the hair there. "Oh and your eyes themselves… Such emotional tired things… they are truly your most captivating feature." The mirror melts into the fog of your domain and you bring chosos face to look at you again. He flutters his eyes closed as you smooth the eye bags under them. "Then your cheekbones, your chin… you cute nose…" you avoid proding at the mark on his face for as long as you can. Then daringly you run both of your thumbs to ghost the edges of it. Chosos whole body shudders and his back bends forward, and half his weight is in your hands. "And this mark…" you bring your face close to his, then hover your lips right above the dark damned thing. you blow sotly onto it and choso softly whines. "are you sensitive here?" he flutters his eyes open and looks at you so bashfully. His pupils are blown out and completely swallow the irirs of his eyes. he nods yes at your question. you lean back and supply him with a smile.

he flutters his eyes away from yours and straightens his posture so he isn't burdening you with his weight as much. you squeeze his cheeks softly and bring his weight back down into your hands fully. you want him to lean on you as much as possible. "Why did you bring me here?"

Thats simple. "to ruin you." Choso gives you a questioning look and you answer him by kissing the top of his cursed mark. his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth goes slack. chosos hands fly up to your waist to grab onto it, but he stops right before he can grab you there. "you can touch me too, sweetheart." He does, he grabs your waist like its the most precious thing he's ever gotten the privilege of holding. it soft its tender and apprehensive. has choso ever touched someone so intamitly before? has choso ever gotten passed the point of holding someones hand orrrr has he never even done that to someone who wasn't his brothers. if that's true that would explain why he held your hand so caringly earlier. maybe you're chosos first- maybe he's never even been kissed before. you kiss the tip of his nose next then the sides of his face and the corners of his mouth, with each kiss you apply more pressure than the one that came before it. you want him to be prepared for when you ravage his lips. you pull back to admire the heated scene in the palm of your hands. while kissing choso you didnt have the chance to realize that his mark had started to drip slightly, a sick idea presents itself to you. you take a longggg horizontal lick across the mark and choso sinks his fingers into your waist, he lets out a deep moan and more blood dribbles from his face. his blood stains your tongue and you kitten lick up the blood falling down the side of his face.

choso has to fight his eye lids open so he can just get a solid look at what you look like, lips smeered with his cursed blood. He immediately has to slam them shut because his red on your lips, teeth, chin, tip of your nose, and neck is stunning. it has him rocking on his feet, balance completely thrown off. he cant stand the look of you completely divulging in the most cursed part of himself. but you don't stop, he can tell you are just getting started. chosos come to realizes when you're around him you never seem satisfied by just irritating him or getting under his skin, no- its almost like you want to up end his entire being, tear his soul from his body and mold it into something he can never recover from. And no matter how much choso claims he dislikes the feeling of you under his skin- of you puhsing his buttons- he cant help but keep wanting to let you indulge in all parts of him. so when you attack his mouth with your lips he cant help but fight back with his own. its vile- its violent- its raw the kiss you share is like two stars colliding, destroying each other and the sensations you both share is the aftershocks of that collision.

Your teeth knock against his and your hands leave their place at the side of his face. You use one hand to grab his neck at the other to grip onto his purple vest pulling him closer to you. Chosos own hands move up and down your body, he's searching along your torso for an opening in the fabric of your clothes. For a virgin he sure is confident in what he wants… or maybe he's just needy. Whatever it is you aid him in his searching by removing the hand on his neck and pulling off your top. You watch his eyes go wide when he sees the fullness of your chest. His hands visibly stutter and then he's grabbing both soft peaks with his palms. You let out a shuddered breath and roll your hips against his own. He tries to copy your movements but fails because he's too focused on trying to kiss you and massage your chest. Noticing this you remove yourself from kissing him and bring his face down to where his hands are. "Go on. Suck on them." He does exactly that altering between suckling on your nipples and softly nibbling on the breasts tissue around them. In the process he leaves smudges of blood all around your pecks. Oh God he's making such a beautiful mess. In his focus you take the time to remove parts of his own outfit. First you shimmy his vest off, sadly having to interrupt is making of your skin, then his own shirt. When you are presented with the sight of his sculptured torso and scared pecks you smirk. "You and me aren't that different are we?" Chosos nods against you unlatching himself from your breasts.

"I had always had my suspicions but… my brother's informed me it was rude to assume such things about others." You smile at him and trace your fingers alongside the scars under his breast muscles.

"Such a clean cut- you look divine choso." His whole face and neck go red and where your hands track along his toros flares of hot blush bloom there. "So so so beautiful…" you push you hands lower until you fingers loop around the waist band of his white pants. You free one of your hands from the waist band and use it to grab into his chin. You angle his face so he has no other option but to look you in the eye. "Can I?" He lets out a small squeak and shakes his head yes. You give him a small peck on the lips and sink to your knees. Once on your knees you slowly begin to remove his pants. Choso squirms at your snail pace, you only take longer. "So needy…." Once his pants are fully off you're met face to face with his rather impressive bush. It's only then you realize that choso doesn't wear underwear. You laugh to yourself softly, it rather silly after all. You place your nose right at the top of his public hair and take in a deep inhale, then you place a kiss onto the scratchy surface. "Tell me Choso-" you whisper into him. "Is this the first time you've been touched here?" You place a kiss right above the slit of his pussy. He shutters and grabs onto your hair.

"Y-yes." You taste him a bit,flicking your tongue at the head of his erect clit. The action has him bending over your head. Choso almost tips over completely when you begin to eat him out properly. You have to use your hands to prop him up so he doesn't take both of you down with him. You use your cursed energy to fabricate a bed in your domain and push him to lay down back first on it. He awkwardly fumbles onto it and you follow suit and let out a laugh it how he lets out a squeal of surprise when he collides with the mattress. Choso pushes the side of his face into a pillow and tries to hide his embarrassment. Unluckily for him- he's bleeding all over the place and you can see the blood from his cursed mark begin to saturate the pillow he's hiding under.

'He's so cute…'

"Choso Darling…" you call out to him. When he tries to answer you you slide a finger inside his wet cunt. He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. "Can you please remove the pillow from your face." You slide your finger almost completely out pausing when it's just your finger tip left inside. Choso removes the pillow from his face and you just relish in his blood coated- blissed out expression. "Good boy." You kiss his inner thigh and pump your finger inside of him. Choso ruts into your hand trying to chase the sensations of you fingering him. "I've barley put one finger in cho-" you kiss along his hip stopping near his pelvic bone. "If you want me to put two in, you can tell me." He rapidly shakes his head agreeing with you. You don't stop working at his pussy but stop your kisses. "I need to hear it from you."

"Can You-" you bite down hard onto the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "Ah! I-!"

"You what?" You ask him with a mouth full of his skin. You start to suck on the same spot.

"I want you to… nnnghh!!! Ahhh-" he grips on your scalp and tries to remove your mouth from his thigh. Bad move because you don't let him and end up tearing part of it off. "aHHH—!!!" Choso doesn't stop you when you lick the blood from his new wound, to you it sounds like he likes being broken by you- with the way he moans. You note that for later and move onto ravishing another spot of his flesh. "Please… hah… please put two fingers in me! Hmmmmmm- ah!" You do as he asks and then some. You slip three into his aching cunt and roughly fuck him with them. He's twitching convulsing, and writhing with pleasure because of the movements of your fingers inside of him. It isn't long before you feel the tightness of his hole clenching down around you and hot bursts of clear liquid cover the sides of your blood stained face.

You remove your fingers to lap up his liquids on both of his inner thighs and pussy. Choso pants chest heaving up and down. When your tongue slaps over his sensitive clit he lets out little sounds due to overstimulation. "Yeahhh that's right Choso… keep making those sweet sounds."

"Ah!….mmmmppphhh…ha-aaahhhnghh…." His calls quiet down into small barley coherent murmers and soon he goes completely silent, just the sounds of his breathing fills the air.