#yorikaewrites

"good afternoon sir, how may we help you today?", the attendant clutched the clipboard in her hand, eyes skimming over suguru and satoru's bulky forms in the doorway of the shop.

"just here to get a new suit", suguru murmured, a tattooed arm running through his hair as he watched her back.

"ah!, is this your first time getting a suit then?", she accused eyes flickering over to satoru, as she sighed, "it seems like your friend has some history with that, so we can find yo—"

"we are so sorry mister geto!", another woman swooped in trying to reverse the damage before it got too far. "she didn't know!"

"well you should teach your attendants not to be fucking predjuice."

"we apologiz—"

"i will take my business elsewhere."

and they were gone.

but that's how suguru landed at the tailor shop you worked at. he didn't notice you at first, your other coworkers flocking his view as he sat down unimpressed from their flattery...he just wanted a suit.

and with you, that's what he got.

five years, six months, 165 days, 13 hours, 37 minutes and 12 secinds ago, suguru got the feeling of your soft hands on his arm as you pulled him through the sea of bodies to get him on the stand.

other than polite smiles, quick glances, and small murmurs for what he wanted fixed, you didn't give suguru any unwanted attention.

"it will be ready in five days.", was the first full sentence you spoke to him, "we will text you from this number."

we?

was it bad that he hoped, it would be you waiting at the phone, texting him with your nimble fingers?

"okay", he breathed taking the card from your hands, getting a shiver from the slight brush of your finger as you let go.

to say he was buzzing in those five days waiting for your call was an understatement. he was constantly checking his phone. five days was a long time right?

all that effort went to waste anyway when he missed your call while in a meeting. seriously?

but he couldn't be that mad as his thumb hit the replay button on the voicemail to hear your voice again.

"good afternoon, mister suguru", you started, "as mentioned before your suit is ready for pickup. our business hours are until 10pm and after that you will need to come pick it up Monday. hope to see you soon."

and again.

"good afternoon, mister suguru-"

pause. rewind. play.

"good afternoon, mister suguru-"

"good afternoon, mister suguru.-"

i think we get the point...and let's not mention how much he replayed that message. he will need to get more eventually.

and that he did, suguru always went to get his suits tailored, a new one made fresh or even just to accompany satoru, he made sure to always request you.

you were sweet—beautiful in a way that made him quietly, undeniably biased. he preferred you over the younger attendants without even trying. you carried yourself with a kind of maturity and strength that set you apart from anyone else that he encountered, not far from him in age or work ethic, and it drew him in more than anything else. suguru found himself enamored with every little thing about you.

though he didnt do more than what could be considered light flirting, some teasing and no more than the regualr pleasenturies.

you both were comfortable with each other, but he always drew that invisible line in the sand when it came to you, in his mind: you were taken. married.

just a few months after he started filling the space in the shop, he saw that you were pregnant with your son.

"you’re showing more now", satoru had purred when you were six months pregnant, his soft hands brushing your very visible bump as you smacked his hand away.

"please stay still."

"congratulations."

you paused, eyes flickering to suguru who manspreaded on the large couch, arms spread out as he tilted his head at you.

clearing your throat your hands flicked away just as you made eye contact, "thank you."

he never planned to make a move on you. this was a business relationship. well, more or less.

he had respect for you, your craftsmanship and your professionalism.

but when he heard you broke up with your boyfriend while he accompanied satoru to get megumi a tiny suit for a upcoming work event he couldn’t help but swoop in for the kill.

“actually i might get a new suit as well”, suguru said loudly as you dropped down the options for megumi.

“really?”, satoru called back from the dressing room, “you have so many—”

“i’ll get one tailored today", he cut him off, “if that’s alright.”

“yes that’s fine.”

you got him positioned, in polite conversation as usual, murmuring answers as you worked quickly to get the structure of his suit ready, "he's an idiot. you know."

"sorry?"

"your husband", he cleared his throat, eyes going down to land on your slightly chubby cheeks, "you deserved better than to be cheated on."

you hummed taking pin out of your hair to sitck it on the fabric that will be his sleeve, "we all deserve better."

"you need a man that will treat you right."

"are you offering that for me?"

"if you want."

"cute", you smiled up at him.

that's when a wicked idea came into to suguru's mind. an idea that let him have you close without crossing a line you weren’t ready for.

a way to make you his, in a sense, while still keeping things professional. to stay by your side, to support you, without forcing anything more.

"you're paying me to go out with you", you asked him as you folded megumi's shirt tightly in the cute little box with scrunched eyebrows as you listened to him.

"well if you put it like that..."

"that's what it is though", you huffed a small laugh, fixing the collar of the shirt as suguru leaned on the counter, peering over you. "like your sugar baby."

"kinda. yeah."

"why me?"

"i want to help you", he said in finality, "well i know you dont need my help but i want you to experience a real man", he said softly picking an eyelash off your cheek and holding it out for you. "make a wish."

you paused from folding the paper for the box, smiling as you closed your eyes and blew lightly on his finger.

"there are much younger...prettier girls that could probably be better for you.", you murmured finally closing the cover of the box, "and i'm a mom...i can't- i don't do the same stuff as i used to."

"or look the same.."

"but i choose you", he said licking his lips.

"just think about it. no pressure."

and for the next week, that suguru was gone...you really did.

you looked up how what it meant to be a sugar baby...even if you highly doubted he "just wanted to spend time with you".

and hoenstly, the deal did not seeem so bad, some women who wrote about it online had platonic relationships before it became sexual, that's if it became sexual at all.

"so...how do you feel?", suguru asked you exactly six days later, his eyes watching your hands tie a bow on his box. "thought about my offer?"

"i have.."

"and?"

"i am not sure...suguru", you sighed, your hands dusting off the box to give you something else to look at but him. "it seems like a lot and i'm a mom. you probably don't—"

"i'm a father", he cut you off.

"what?"

"i'm a father," he echoed, "why would i not want you just cause you have kids? i was here for both pregnancies remember."

"yes but", you pursed your lips," tapping against the box as you finally looked at him, "i am not entriely sure if i want to...y'know."

"and that's alright", he leaned in to stare at your eyes, "we will go however you want to. i'm catering to you remember?"

"okay."

"okay."

so when the next saturday rolled around, you got off early from your shift to a light outfit you saw his shiny black car roll around.

"this is...flashy", you chuckled as you aporached his car. he had already jumped out making it around the car before you even made the mere tens steps to the passenger door. "had to bring out my best for you."

"hmm and why do i have a feeling i'm not the only one you've said that too?"

"well", he leaned down his breath brushing your ear as he held the door open for you, "how much you want to bet you are? odds are in my favor."

and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. a cute date at a cafe, he took you shopping to a few stores and while he sat in the chair outside the dressing room, he didn't pressure you to come out and show him either.

but he shelled out so much money for you... in one day... you could show him an outfit or two, right?

"um...suguru.", you meekly called out, "i could use help with this one."

he eyes darted up quickly, seeing you peek your head out the door of your dressing room, waving a hand for him to come.

he pocketed his phone pushing up off his seat as he stalked toward you, "want me to come in?"

you pulled back, the door creaaaked open as his large hand landed at the top, and he landed behind you. "right here?"

you hummed feeling his cold hands skimming over the smoothness of your back as he finally pulled the zipper up all the way. the heat that radiated off his body was enough to make you squirm in front of him, the feeling of his breath tickling your neck and his intense eyes stuck on you in the long mirror.

"you look divine", he breathed clenching his fists like he was trying so hard not to reach out to you.

"you think so?"

"i know so. get all of them, i'm paying."

suguru geto—deposit: + $3500

that was the basis of your relationship. suguru and flashing his sleek black card, always a step ahead of your thoughts—buying anything your eyes lingered on for even a second. the entire situation should’ve felt weird, should've felt transactional, but it didn't.

suguru made sure it didn't. that you knew he did this out of the pure need he had to make you feel nice, for you to enjoy yourself, and to thank you for the undeniable contribution you made to his life. not that you know it, or at least to the extent.

suguru geto—deposit "get those pumps we saw yesterday" : $750

suguru geto—deposit "and don't forget to send pics": $300

suguru geto—deposit "you looked beautiful in that dress today": $5000

but he still came back to the shop to get his suits tailored, standing too close as your hands adjusted the fabric along his shoulders, along his waist in light, careful touches that made your focus slip if you weren’t careful.

you always made sure to make yourself busy, to not meet his purple eyes swirling in lust, admiration and that teasing glint in his eyes that you were never able to pinpoint right away.

and somewhere along in the four months of this...arrangement, you grew used with him, used to his quirks and his constant gifts.

suguru was constantly sending you texts with links to trinkets, shoes, and bags that would remind him of you. and if you even hinted that you liked it, it was at your door no longer than the next day.

even then, he was respectful, his arm wrapping around your waist, soft brushes of his lips on your cheeks, and the hold on the small of your back, making you feel like a teenager again.

a month ago you finally kissed him, just a chaste peck outside your door but that still counts! it jsut made you more excited every second saturday when you went out with suguru, just waiting for the new surprise , new adventure, new getaway and the sad goodbye.

today was not any different, the long fun beach day three hours away you had with suguru was cut short when your babysitter had to leave early.

she brushed out the door just as you pulled up in suguru's car. now it was time to say goodbye...for now.

"well before you go...", you smiled meekly watching suguru with big sparkling eyes, your hand holding onto the doorknob like you knew what was exactly behind it, "someone i would like you to meet."

he squinted his eyes from the sound of light scratching as you peeked in with a soft hi baby!

"suguru this is my son, choso", you turned around a young boy clutching onto your thighs with a cute cat beanie as he stared at you with big brown eyes. "chocho", you cooed looking back down at him then back at suguru, "this is my friend, suguru."

suguru smiled as you crouched down to be eyelevel with the boy who gripped your leg like you'd disappear if he didn’t hang on, "hey kiddo", he murmured.

"cho, he's the one that got you your dino set!", you stage whispered to the almost five year old boy, who lit up at your words finally looking back at suguru.

"hello", his muffled voice rang out as his short chubby hand waved in uneven motions.

"mama?"

"oh yuuji! you're up!", you smiled as a fluff of pink hair appeared just next to choso.

"this is suguru."

"he got us the dinosaurs!", choso said excitedly blinking at suguru like he hung the moon, "are you coming to yuuji's birthday?"

"mmm depends," his eyes flicked up to you, "if your mama wants me to come."

"of course."

i should also mention that as much as suguru bought you anything and evrything you wanted he also didn't spare any expense when you saw something your boys would like, he would jump at the chance to get it for them, even adding in a few presents of his own.

and their birthdays were no exception.

"this is a lot suguru", you laughed watching him drop another box onto the already large pile of presents in your living room as yuuji and his friends ran around. "i think you bought more than me.”

"just showing how much i love him already."

you hummed softly in response, watching as he straightened up and made his way toward you. his purple eyes flickered down, and without hesitation, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"satoru is bringing the girls later so you guys can finally meet—"

“hey.” a light masculine voice chimed in.

the entire atmosphere shifted in a instance, you stiffened under his arm, posture going rigid as you barely glanced over your shoulder.

“jin.”

jin’s eyes flickered briefly over suguru, over the hand settled possessively at your waist, before locking back onto you.

“you remember kaori…”

a humorless smile tugged at your lips. “how could i forget my husband’s mistress?”

“hmm, well, you know that he—”

“kaori, let’s not start this now,” jin cut in with a sigh. “today is for yuuji.”

he adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing slightly as they dropped again to suguru’s arm that squeezed your plump waist, and his face tucked beside your ear whispering something jin couldn't quite pinpoint.

"and this is?"

"you could ask me. i'm right here", suguru said curtly, watching jin as he stood back to his full height, "suguru."

"i'm jin.", holding out his hand. suguru just nodded in response, not even looking to his outstrecthed hand.

jin cleared his throat, awkwardly brushing his hand against his sweater. “and… who are you to—”

“does it matter, jin?”

“it doesn’t—but if he’s around my children, then i need to know.”

“you didn’t ask me about kaori.”

“listen—”

“i’m her fiancé.”

“…fiancé?” jin echoed, suspicion sharp in his voice as his eyes dropped to your bare hand. “no ring?”

"waiting on the perfect one..", suguru said in finality pulling you to the backyard, "try to enjoy the rest of the party."

"thank you for that sugu..", you whispered later, shutting the door to the spare room where yuuji and the twins were knocked out. "so much. he was a dick."

"yeah...but did you see his face when he cut the cake?"

you snorted, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, "priceless."

suguru's arms pooled around your waist, holding you close, chasing your lips again. he sighed into the kiss unconsciously grinding against your front.

pushing a few steps back before your back hit the wall, your soft fingers he loved so much found purchase in his long tresses that covered your bodies.

he huffed against your mouth, pulling back reluctantly, eyes dancing around your face with blown pupils.

“that’s not exactly how i would asked you to marry me y’know?”

he didn’t even wait for your answer. his mouth diving back to lick and claim your slightly ajar mouth.

his hands drifted slowly down your sides, feeling the soft supple skin that he could grab from your hunched up dress. his lips followed the ghosts of his fingertips, leaving long wet kisses along the side of your neck before he bit down on your shoulder.

“suguru— i—”, your body was on fire as the man looked up from his position, his hands groping the swell of your breasts as he grinned against your skin.

“you ready, baby?”

next thing you knew, your bedroom dooor flung open and suguru stripped both of you down with quickness.

his body basically devoured yours, his shadow covering the expanse of your body as he brushed his lips around your marked up neck and brushing them around your perk nipples before wrapping his hot mouth around them.

“oh go— sugu—”, your hands pulled at his hair as he sucked on one and massaged your other breast, his teeth coming out to graze the flesh as he parted.

a wanton moan slipped out your mouth as you clamped up, feeling a long shiver run through your body from his ministrations.

“oh, looks like i found your spot”, he chuckled, “so sensitive.”

“don’ tease sugu.”

the man licked down your sternum, his tongue dipping by your belly button, his hands never stopping their movements massaging the fat of your hips.

“i waited so long for this baby”, he murmured between wet kisses on your belly, “i’m savoring every moment.”

he drifted between your legs, biting, sucking and kissing any open skin he could reach, just missing where throbbed for him most.

you whined, desperate for his tongue, his fingers, anything and all he did was huff harsh breaths against your dripping cunt.

“so wet for me, yeah?” he pressed a wet kiss to your clit pulling back, “all i did was kiss you needy thing.”

he pressed another long wet kiss to your clit, sucking as he pulled back before his tongue peeked out to lick your folds.

“sugu— please i need— ah!”

he pressed his long finger inside you, pumping it in dutifully as his tongue worked between your folds. he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations on your body, on your clit as you pulled on his hair.

he pressed in a second finger scissoring you open, suckling on clit now his blown purple eyes watching you writhe up off the mattress.

his teeth grazed your clit in a quick firm bite, feeling you clamp down on his fingers, your thighs tightening around his head as you finally let go.

“best meal i had all fucking night.”

he moved up your body quickly, face still wet with slick, his tongue licking around his mouth as connected your lips again.

all you could taste was you, your taste on he licked in your mouth fighting yours for dominance.

his fat tip nudged between your folds as you pulled back suckling on your tongue.

“just breathe, you ready?”his gravelly voice called out as he played with his tip against the opening of your dripping cunt.

“mm”, you nodded your eyes finding his as he slowly pushed in peppering light kisses on your neck as he slipped in his thick cock each measly inch before he pressed in at the hilt with a heavy groan against your skin.

he thrusted shallowly, his big hands drifting down your thighs as he hiked your legs up to your shoulders, forcing himself deeper and your legs back, the further he dragged his thick cock between your walls.

he stared down at your fucked yo face, arms draped next to you as he held your legs down.

“wonder how you’d look pregnant with my baby in here, yeah?”, his hand came holding the slight chin of your stomach and squeezing it as you moaned, “you love being a mommy? i want to make you a mommy again.”

you squeezed down on his length, hands scraping his back as he started fucking you deeper, harder, eyes stuck on the bulge of his cock visible in your stomach between your open legs.

“mmm you like that, huh?” and he wasn’t talking to you his eyes stuck solely on your wet pussy, fusing more around his cock, a thick ring of white forming as he stuttered inside you.

“gripping me so tight…cum with me baby.”

your hands scratched on his shoulders as you came again, head lolling back in a high pitched moan, his hand covering you mouth to not wake anyone up, you felt his dick twitch inside you, long hard spurts of cum filling you up as he pulled out collapsing on top of you.

“so what engagement ring do you want?”

yorikae

— let’s not make fun of or constantly ONLY connect sugar babies to sexual acts, sometimes it’s for companionship!!! & if it IS a sexual relationship we should never judge what people do in their free time THABK YA.

note: im posting my 900 thank u before my 800…don’t shoot me it’s coming!— & i had to watch hell’s kitchen to finish this smut PLEASE i’m trying

gojo satoru was nothing short of perfection.

new in his role as a well-known superhero, he made many mistakes, some career-ending but even though he was super!, alas he was just a man.

 a man who could hide behind his crooked, boyish smile and a light blush on his cheeks during a press conference and win the favor of the public again.

but behind the scenes, all you see is: a hero who doesn’t quite know how to exist in a world that expects perfection everyday.

well…visually he could he was divine perfection.

every girls wet dream and every man’s vision board for physique.

otherwise…well that’s debatable.

“and at 3pm you have a—“

“sir?..are you listening?,” you sighed as you watched the man do pushups next to his desk he was just sitting on.

“awww c’mon! you know i told you to call me satoru!”

“it’s to be professional, sir.”

“mmm i am a professional superhero! it’s time to be carefree everywhere else”, he grinned, “you’re so strict! my cute little assistant!”

“well someone has to be.,” you muttered back looking down at your notes again.

“hmmm, what was that?”

“nothing, sir—we should go over your schedule it’s of the upmost importance,” you stressed, watching him finally go back behind his desk.

he hummed watching where you stood, arms falling in defeat at your sides and you big eyes staring at him past your black frame glasses.

“you’re right. no—no you’re right,” he conceded gesturing to his desk, “take a seat and i’ll do my best to listen.”

you beamed almost jumping out your skin as you approached one of the chairs before he tuts as you and motions at his desk.

again?

you sit on his desk, legs crossed on top of one another as you looked back down at your clipboard and past it to see a tuft of white hair on the floor.

and up you went, seeing the ground get inches further from you as satoru did reps…with his desk…with you on it.

“alright, hit me!”

oh, you wished you could.

you started reciting the list of his schedule, his grunts passing in your ears as he pulled the desk back down to where it barely rest on the floor and pushing allllll the way back up.

and when you finally finished, he plopped the desk unceremoniously back on the ground, the side making a resounding crack as it landed its final blow.

“are you hurt?”

“just peachy, sir.”

“satoruuuuuu!”

you sighed, dusting off your skirt, “i’ll have maintenance bring the replacement up.”

this is how you days went.

cleaning up, chasing and trying to maintain order to the man that was gojo satoru.

and honestly you were getting paid enough, to get deal with this but your sanity was always at its tipping point.

“don’t do this, sir.”

“that’s offensive, sir.”

“you’re getting sued again, sir.”

it was truly an uphill battle to keep the man in check but now that he had an established agency to help with his superhero duties it was even worse since his shortcomings were now your shortcomings.

“i did not know he was going to do that.”

you were clutching your pearls in the room full of executives, who stared back at you like a piece of meat ready to go on the chopping block.

“you are with him everyday. and you didn’t keep notice to see him fly through a laundromat butt naked.”

“he caused severe damage.”

“i didn’t! i know something dropped on his suit so he went to get cleaner! i wasn’t aware he meant taking off the suit,” you sighed clutching your sleeves tighter in your hands, “i was working on the appeal to the criminal suit that the court filed yesterday.”

“as his assistant—“

“as my assistant, she helps me. she’s not my keeper,” the man of the hours voice called through as he slammed the door open, and pulled you out the room, back down the hall to the elevator.

“bunch of fuckin pricks”, he muttered turning slightly so he could see your face, his hand coming up to brush the tears that broke free from your armor.

“why don’t you call me when they do this stuff?”

“it’s not your responsibility, sir,” you sniffled pushing up your glasses quickly to avoid having him see you break any further, “it is my fault when things don’t go as planned and—“

“it was better when it was just us, huh?”, he pouted, hand still brushing your cheek as he pressed for the elevator.

the doors opened and he pulled you inside and pressed the door where your offices were.

“go home,” he grinned at you, “i’ll pay you for the whole day don’t worry about this.”

“i got it under control.”

you watched in shock as his head pulled back through the elevator doors just as they shut, probably to address the room full of executives again.

hopefully he doesn’t mess anything up too bad…but hope is such a fickle thing.

“you did what?,” you screeched looking in each of the rooms that now laid bare except for the maybe five employees satoru spared.

“yup”, he smiled popping the p as he spun around, “gutted the whole thing!,” he laughed watching you grab your head in horror,” just like how it used to be! just me and you.”

“satoru.”

woah, you were mad.

“i’ve only been working for you for 3 years. in that time the best decision you made was getting the investors to establish this company,” you snapped eyes fully on him over the top of your glasses, “now they’re gone.”

“exactly!”

“so is our funding satoru.”

silence passed as you watched the realization fall on his face, his mouth taking a pretty O shape as he nodded slowly in understanding, “oh right…i don’t think about that.”

“of course. you didn’t.”

okay. okay? okay!

as disastrous as this looked, you still have a good convoy of workers who somehow were still holding the entire operation together by sheer willpower:

01. nanami :: sales — the only man alive capable of selling ice to someone in a snowstorm. he could advertise anything to anyone.

02. sukuna :: spokesperson — the face of the company. unfortunately. a handsome face, attractive enough to distract the public from the lawsuits, rude enough to create three more by the end of the interview.

03. kirara :: costume design — the sole reason satoru ever looks presentable.

04. you :: assistant / manager — more accurately the glorified babysitter, the crisis negotiator…let’s hope you can get through one good day on the job without feeling like strangling your boss.

05. hakari :: personal trainer — tasked with keeping gojo attractive (and buff) enough for the public to forgive his catastrophically stupid behavior. honestly the easiest job ever.

06. choso :: advertising / creative dpmnt — the genius behind every breathtaking billboard, cinematic teaser, and carefully curated campaign convincing the world this train wreck is still worth supporting.

07. gojo :: superman — allegedly humanity’s greatest hero. praying he doesn’t kill us all.

somehow… against every law of nature, against every blaring alarm bell, this could still work.

but alas satoru gojo isn’t satoru gojo if he doesn’t fuck something up.

like his many other powers, he had an innate superpower for turning “manageable disaster” into “national emergency.”

BREAKING NEWS

the obnoxiously cheesy theme music exploded through the conference room speakers, followed by the bright bold red headline spinning around the bottom of the screen like a taunt.

like it was mocking you, personally.

“good afternoon, everyone! i’m suguru geto, and welcome back to your afternoon spill.” the man grinned directly into the camera, “today’s top! story: our beloved superman has been caught. again.”

he paused dramatically, tapping down his note cards on the desk as he geared up to speak again.

“doing what, you ask?” his smile widened, “having sex.”

“allegedly,” his co-host cut in quickly.

“right— right, allegedly,” suguru corrected, already laughing.

“however! we do have never-before-seen footage of what appears to be superman suspended several hundred feet above the empire state building with his entire ass out while engaging in what legal experts are begging us to call slight public indecency.”

the screen immediately blurred into shaky paparazzi footage.

someone in the room whispered, “oh my god.”

“and if that wasn’t enough,” suguru continued cheerfully, “last tuesday he was allegedly seen in a male strip club performing what witnesses described as— and i quote— a ‘full helicopter rotation’ with his genitalia to the song pony by ginuwine.”

“in other news,” the co-host sighed in visible defeat, “are penis piercings making a comeback? coming to you live after the break—”

the television clicked off, plunging the conference room into a suffocating silence.

nanami exhaled slowly through his nose before tossing the remote onto the table with the kind of exhaustion unseen for usual humans…but accurate for anyone forced to work with satoru gojo.

everyone’s eyes locked onto satoru, who in the middle of the table, scrunched his eyebrows in deep concentration.

“do you have anything to say for yourself?”

satoru lifted his head immediately, nodding. “yes. absolutely,” he sighed like he made his mind up about something, “dick piercings are definitely in right now. i don’t even know why that’s being debated—”

a collective groan ripped through the room.

your palms slammed against the table before you could stop yourself.

“satoru,” you snapped, “you are fucking superman. you cannot keep waving your dick around the city like it’s a campaign poster.”

“i wasn’t waving it around,” he argued instantly, using air quotes before dropping his hands, offended. “it was a circle. a very controlled movement, actually. and they loved it.”

“please stop talking,” nanami muttered into his hands.

“i mean…” sukuna leaned back in his chair with a shrug. “he’s right about the piercings.”

you stared at him in disbelief, of all days the man could be amicable it had to be today?

“thank you,” satoru pointed dramatically. “see? sukuna gets it.”

“weren’t you literally considering that jacob’s ladder piercing i sent you last week?”

“yeah, but i’d need custom sizing,” sukuna replied seriously. “my dick’s longer than th—”

“i swear to god—,” you cut yourself off with a sigh before you gritted your teeth to address him again, “you were supposed to be doing reconnaissance…we don’t need any more bad press.”

“i don’t think people knowing i have a big dick is bad press.”

“i don’t care.”

“the approval ratings actually went up three percent,” hakari mumbled while checking his phone.

“hakari.”

“sorry.”

another heavy silence settled over the room.

then nanami stood abruptly, gathering his folders. “meeting adjourned before i develop a stress-induced aneurysm.”

one by one, everyone filtered out, hakari talking about a new protein shake, kirara suggesting to add alcohol to it, and sukuna just patted satoru on the shoulder like he’d just survived a difficult interview instead of causing an international embarrassment.

eventually, the room emptied…leaving you and a still huffing satoru.

“i get it!—i guess—it could be bad but—”

“after the next press interview,” you cut him off quietly, “i’m putting in my two weeks.”

the man’s smile dropped as he stiffened in his chair, “what?”

“i’m serious, satoru.” your voice was exhausted more than angry now. “i can’t keep cleaning up after you. every week it’s something worse. and honestly im getting dragged just as much if not worse than you.”

“im done. im tired.”

“woah— wait.” he sat up immediately, panic flashing across his face for the first time all day. “you’re quitting?”

his eyes searched your face for anything other the disappointed resignation about your decision and the seriousness that made your all that tired face clear as day to him.

“no, no, no, c’mon.” he stood quickly enough for the chair to screech against the floor. “don’t do that.”

“satoru—”

“i can do better.” the words came out rushed now, desperate. “seriously. i can. i’ll stop screwing around during missions, i’ll go to the interviews, i’ll listen to nanami— hell, i’ll even let kirara pick all my clothes without complaining.”

despite yourself, your serious expression twitched, just for split second quick enough the average human would’ve missed it.

but satoru wasn’t average, he noticed immediately and stepped closer.

“see? that almost made you smile.”

“this isn’t funny.”

“i know.” quieter this time. honest. “i know i make everything harder for you.”

“but i cant do this without you…i can't live without you.”

maybe it was your mind or maybe because satoru actually cared enough that he didn’t want to see you leave…

because after he brushed his hand against your cheek, and you parted away from him that fateful day in the conference room…he was on his best behavior.

well… as close to “best behavior” as satoru gojo could physically manage.

the scandals didn’t stop entirely, but they softened into something strangely endearing instead of catastrophic.

instead of drunken strip club incidents, headlines became:

SUPERMAN STOPS TRAIN DERAILMENT — THEN BUYS EVERY PASSENGER DINNER

GOJO SPENDS THREE HOURS HELPING LOST CHILD FIND HER CAT

SUPERMAN CAUGHT CARRYING ELDERLY WOMAN’S GROCERIES SIXTEEN BLOCKS

there was even an unfortunately viral video of him rescuing a kitten from a tree only to get stuck in the branches himself afterward.

it was dumb…it was cute but perfectly satoru. and it showed since the public loved it.

the changes came gradually, his apporval ratings came up, even his actual likability and he even started problem solving at meetings?!?! like an actual boss.

and worst of all… he kept looking at you after every interview like a dog waiting for praise.

“did you see that one?” he’d ask, grinning boyishly while shoving his phone toward your face. “people called me ‘surprisingly charming.’”

you’d barely glance up from your clipboard.“congratulations, sir", was all you would monotously reply back flashing him a quick tight lipped smile, turning to continue whatever it was he interupted again.

but that wasn't all, he stopped flirting with the reporters (mostly) at the interviews, eyes always catching yours like he needed to be sure you were focused , needed to be sure you were in his orbit and that your attention was on him.

and now, sitting beneath the blinding lights of another packed press conference, satoru looked almost painfully perfect.

his suit was tailored flawlessly against his broad frame, snowy hair swept neatly back from his face as cameras flashed endlessly around him. every smile he gave while answering the originally tense questions, seemed managed to make the public swoon.

unfortunately, you knew him too well now for any of it to work on you.

standing off to the side near the back wall, tablet tucked against your chest, your feet shuffling from the uncomfortable pinch in your heels, you looked exhausted…defeated.

and as much as satoru was a sweetheart, he was unknowingly manipulative. not in a bad way entirely, but once he saw he needed to change to fix something, whether if its public perception, you wanting to stay as his assistant, he would change. but ultimately he was human and would fall back into his ways.

so how long would this one last for?

but no matter how many questions the reporters asked, satoru’s attention kept drifting back toward you.

“superman!” one journalist called eagerly. “what can you tell us about the recent… uh… indecency allegations involving that model?”

a few reporters laughed nervously, eyes stuck on the man, ready to write any change in his reaction. even with the hundreds of flashing lights and large video cameras pinned on him.

satoru leaned back lazily in his chair.

“first of all,” he began smoothly, “i’d like to say the media has been incredibly judgmental toward people exploring creative forms of intimacy.”

the room erupted into laughter.

“creative intimacy?” another reporter repeated.

“what can i say?” satoru shrugged dramatically. “we were being kinky.”

another reporter stood quickly. “was anyone jealous about the situation?”

satoru snorted. “no.”

“really?” someone shouted from the back. “a girlfriend? not even your assistants? nobody got possessive?”

more laughs filled the room, before they slowly trickled off from seeing satoru's face finally drop its smile for the first time in the past 90 minutes he sat up there.

the cameras flashed violently, capturing every slight movement of his jaw, nanami murmuring next to you in confusion at his drastic change.

slowly, satoru's gaze slid across the crowded room until it landed directly on you.

then he leaned forward slightly, lowering himself closer to the microphone like he wanted to make absolutely sure every single person in the room heard him clearly.

“i would hope not,” he said lightly, his gleaming eyes shining in mischief as they refused left yours, “she knows where she stands.”

"i know where i stand?", you chuckled rubbing a finger against the spot between your brows as you brought the glass of wine back up to your lips, "and where is that?"

satoru was silent, his haor ruffled as he stared at you, legs crossed on the adjoining couch as he manspreaded, arms strecthed out against the back. "right here, with me."

"ah, like i am now? just the helpful assistant, through and through," you sighed resting the glass on the table in front of you as your uncrossed your legs.

the man didn't say anything, his tongue lulled against the side of his mouth head falling back as a laugh ripped through his throat before he looked back at you, "what is it going to take for you to believe me?"

"to believe this," his arm lightly gestured between the two of you.

"what is there to believe?," your arms shrugged, "you are only doing this since the only person that will run themselves ragid to save you…is deciding to leave."

"is that how you think of me?"

you watched him stretch pushing off the adjoining couch before he sauntered over to you slowly, watching you fold your arms around yourself.

“that i’m just doing all this to keep you here?”, he scoffed dragging his hands down his face as he landed in front of you, “yes. yes i am is that what you want to hear?”

he shifted flopping his arms at his side, watching your face with a renowned intensity. “i want you here cause i need you—i—”

“i would do anything for you. i even scarped this bullshit ass company for you,” he leaned down his face towards yours, his arm coming next to your body, “i would dismantle the world, if they did anything to you.”

“so if i say jump…you’ll say ‘how high?’”

he huffed, the air brushing against your lips as he leaned in your space, “i’d say how far.”

you don’t know who moved first. you hands gripped at the ends of his hair, his lips greedily kissing on yours.

his hands moved down your body, gripping and holding on your hips, as his mouth kept moving against yours. he held on and he flipped you both until you were nestled on his lap, a eep! falling into his mouth as he dragged you down against his growing erection.

your nails dragged against his undercut, panting as he licked back into your mouth, slowly grinding up into your covered cunt while your skirt pushed up from your thighs.

your lips separated with a quick smack!, as you gripped on his shirt, head lulling back as he descended his kisses lower on you neck to the unbuttoned parts of your shirt.

“i wouldn’t be súper without you,” he murmured almost lovingly as he draped you down on the couch, “i wouldn’t be here without you,” his kisses continued, his hands pulling your panties down your thighs slowly as you arched up into him.

“i didn’t let you go then…why would i do it now?”

his lips crashed back into yours, his long fingers finding your clit, pressing down until you whimpered in his mouth and going in rough circles before finally slipping inside.

“satoru—”

“shhh,” he hugged his teeth pulling out your bottom lip as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, “just let me make you feel good…i’m holding back so hard to not leave a scratch on your pretty self.”

his second finger slipped in, pumping in and out of you rhythmically before he curled them just right against the spongy spot inside you.

“right there!—”

his fingers kept fucking into you, brushing inside you and getting sucked by your gummy walls before you gripped his shoulders, scrunching up his shirt again, your toes curling as you came.

"i need you so bad," he murmured between kisses as he opened up his pants, pulling it down enough for his cock to spring up against his belly, hard, red and angry.

he lined up against your entrance leaning down to slot his lips against yours as he popped his tip inside and slowly oushed inside, pushing your legs up to your chest in a mean mating press when he finally oushed in.

of course, satoru is superman…he isn't going to fuck gently.

he slammed inside you, pulling back until just his tip rested inside before pressing all the way in at the hilt, pressing your legs further than you ever thought they could go, feeling the stretch of his cock and the stromg burn in your legs as he bent you in half.

his balls slapped against you ass with each pound, his blue eyes wide and manic as he gazed intently at every twitch of your face, at every spasm of your hands and at the drool falling out your mouth as you babbled at him, your arms reaching to pull him closer.

your walls gripped around him, causing him to slow down with a hiss, pulling away from your messy spit filled kiss as you pulled on any part of him that you could reach.

"you ready?"

"come with me then."

you let out a wanton moan, your body clenching up as you grasped at him, feeling him lock up not too long after, his thick load into you and callopsing finally.

your chest heavied, pushing at him when he draped his full weight down,

"get off." you whined, "you're heavy."

"i just fucked you, and you're still so mean," he huffed, snuggling closer in your shirt before checking his shiny watch on his wrist.

"it's midnightttt."

"what's on the schedule today?"

yorikae

“okay megumi, have a great day honey!”, you cooed, kissing your son’s head as he trotted out the door. you held out your hand with a heavy lunch box hanging off your hand, “and um, you too.”

your husband stood next to you at the opening of the door, eyes roaming your figure as he towered over you, work box in his hand.

“made me lunch?”, his gravelly voice murmured as he grabbed the heavy thing from your hand to settle it with the rest of his stuff.

“i get a sweet goodbye too…or that’s just for the kid?”

“sure”, you cooed, bending your head back as toji landed a quick kiss to your lips. “okay bye!”

you watched the two tottle off to toji’s truck and as you heard the muffler pull down the road in loud bursts, you shut the door with a sigh.

you leaned off the door, eyes scanning your perfect house, clean floors, painted walls and family pictures that felt like you weren't actually in them.

one last peek through the front blinds, you pad softly to the kitchen, hands pressing down on the counter until you hear a soft click as the side panel opens to grab the file that peeks out.

okay. it's 8:15 am right now, your eyes flahsed to the clock, megumi gets out at 4 and you need to be back by 2:00pm to get groceries to make dinner by the time toji is home at 6.

the usual day off for you.

and the usual morning for toji.

he threw all his stuff including the lunch, you carefully and neatly, packed for him, on the floor of his truck as he pulled up in front of megumi's school. "have a good day, kid."

and then he was off.

yes, toji fushiguro was a plumber. he had the tool box, the overalls and the license to prove it! hell...it was even on his beatup truck he drove around to promote the damn business.

but if you looked closer...every house he went into didn't leave the same.

blood splattered walls that would be scrubbed clean. windows wiped until they reflected nothing back. that heavy toolbox? it held more than wrenches—just a small handgun fitted with a silencer, a few rounds. enough to get the job done.

drop, fix "the problem", kill, clean, maybe do paperwork and head home. that was his routine.

the average blue collar worker he was not.

but you couldn't deny his facade wasn't masterful, the perfect, too perfect, beautiful wife, and the all too well-behaved son. it fell into his lap truly.

only thing that made it realer, were the cracks hidden beneath, interwined with the lies he spouted, and that you did as well— but that's not the point—started to show.

his wife, you, despised him. or at least that's what he concluded and told himself.

no matter how many soft smiles, chaste kisses, and hate fucking, couldn't cut through the growing distance the man saw behind your eyes every time you sat down at the table after a long day.

so much so that toji truly suspects that you are cheating on him. well deluded himself into believing so, really.

dressed in long black trench coats with fresh lipstick on as you press a light kiss his cheek, "i will be back soon, honey." slipping out the door in red bottoms, he definitely did not buy for you.

he couldn't say he was much better but when he is sent a mission he must do what needed to be done.

like what he's doing now. he pushed into the building that definitely could use multiple scrubs and a desperate paint job. hs heavy boots being the only sound resonating past the static of the game on the television playing inside. 

with a grunt, he dropped his belongings on the empty workroom table, the hevay metal toolbox landing first with a resounding clang, the cheap lunchbox you packed for him, landing after sliding against the wood with little effort. 

"you're late. but what's new?"

shiu sat in the corner of the room, legs kicked up on his busy desk of papers and files, cigarette between his lips as he eyes flickered between the old television propped up on the wall and toji's tired figure. his chair wa tilted back, his face illumianted by the glow of the computer from whatever file he should be working on.

"like i give a shit," toji muttered, landing in his adjoining chair with a sigh, "traffic", he conceded without being asked as he rolled his shoulders back. 

shiu hummed, amused as his eyss flicked to the mess toji left in his wake, "wifey made you lunch again? how thoughtful," he teased. 

toji clicked his tongue, reaching for the lunch box, popping it open, and eating a loose carrot from inside, "yeah..shit looks the same every fucking day."

he tossed it across the room without another thought.

shiu caught it one-handed, blinking in mild surprise before cracking it open again, looking at the array of nicely cooked food you made for the bulky man.

“you serious?” he laughed, glancing inside and grabbing a fork to scoop some. “this looks good.”

“then eat it,” toji shot back, already turning away. “saves me the trouble.”

shiu shook his head, amused, but didn’t argue—setting the box down beside the keyboard as he finally leaned forward.

“anyway,” he said, voice shifting just slightly. “you’ve got a job.”

"alright," he said crackinh his knuckles, "hit me."

and that job was no joke. toji was beat.

he groaned, rolling his shoulders as he shut the door on the truck harder than necessary. his boots slamming against the pavement as he trudged up to the house. 

he didn't even need to pull out his keys, you opened door just as he landed on the top step, his hand on his right shoulder working out a knot.

"you're late."

"what a popular fucking statement today," he muttered walking past you and dropping his stuff by the door. 

he huffed as he worked to get his shoes off, you observed him leaning against the shut door, "you look very worn out," you said carefully, eyes full of an emotion he couldn't exactly pinpoint. 

"rough day…fighting alot of…stuff."

"fighting toilets, fushiguro?"

he gritted his teeth, he could hear the fucking smile in your voice and it fucking bothered him, especially as he felt another zap of pain go through his body, "more than toilets. dear."

"well, no need to get mad at me," you stifled a laugh, "i didn't beat your ass up."

"dinner's in the microwave," your eyes dragged to his items and noticing the missing lunchbox you handed this morning, "if you're going to eat."

"lovely," he bit back, "let's hope it's edible."

weeks passed like that. 

the slow moving around each other but the undeniable attraction. you saying your goodbyes as you both went to "work" but really and truly, it was just your covers for your real jobs. 

neither of you were any wisr, going through your rotuines just thinking of your dreadful but happy lives at home and the dangerous ones you hid from the other. 

and today, that should've been like any other day. 

you recieved the file,

location: las vegas

status: active 

priority: high

fuck, you were going to have to call the babysitter. 

it wasn’t a big deal. it never was. you’d be back before midnight, slip into bed like nothing happened. if anyone asked, you’d mumble something about overtime, a missed data sheet—megumi wouldn’t question it, and toji was fucking gullible. it would work out…until it didn't.

cause this simple extraction was so fucking difficult now because a man was there…why would a man be there??? and of course he was making your life ten times harder than it needed to be. 

your brows furrowed as you ducked behind cover, gun raised instinctively as a shot rang out, the bullet grazing the wall just inches from your head.

“are you fucking kidding me—”

another shot rang, just barely missing your head, oh whoever he was, he was good.

you grit your teeth, shifting your stance as you fired back, forcing him to move. footsteps echoed, sharp and controlled, matching yours almost perfectly.

"just fucking great."

toji exhaled sharply, ducking behind a pillar as another bullet whizzed past him.

“fuckin’ annoying,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulder as he adjusted his grip.

this was supposed to be easy.

and now whoever you were, was giving him a run for the little money he did have, trading shots as you refused to miss. 

every move you made, he countered.

every step he took, you anticipated.

it was like an intense game of tag and one of you weren't going to leave alive. 

and finally he got a glimpse of you face, not enough for recongition but enough that he met your eyes.

you both lifted your guns shooting quickly before ducking for cover.

bang.

the sound resonated through the new found silence of the warehouse both of your chests heaving heavy breathes, waiting naticpating for the adrenaline to wear off so you could tell whose body got hit and whose bullet landed the final blow. 

and it was yours.

toji groaned, pain zapping through his shoulder, as he tumbled over blood filling up his shirt as he heard you escape for the door. shit.

your hand instinctively flew up, fingers brushing against the thin line of blood now trailing down your left ear.

you were luckier, his bullet just grazed your ear, it hurt like hell, but it was much more manageable than the bulet in his shoulder. 

but the entire side of your neck was trailing blood and that visible garze on your ear was going to be very hard to explain. very hard.

and when you got home it was late. way later than you epected when you tumbled in dazed, ignoring the observant looks from the babysitter as you sent her on her way.

it was dark. too dark and too quiet. the air was still around you, and it felt as if at least you could take a deep breath of air. 

heels clicking softly against the floor as you stepped further in the living room , the house dark and quiet in a way that felt…off. your brows pulled together slightly as your eyes scanned the space, keys still in your hand, no boots by the door, no low hum of the tv.

toji wasn’t home.

that was unusual. but perfect for you. 

you exhaled, slowing the intense beating of your heart as you finally kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your coat. your fingers brushed your ear again, wincing at the sting where dried blood had settled. “shit…” you muttered under your breath, already moving upstairs, you quickly peeked in megumi's room snug in his seats with his many plushies surrounding his soft sleeping face. 

after seeing him, you didn't bother with anything else, just stripped and stepped into the shower, twisting the handle until hot water poured over you, steam filling the space as you leaned your head back against the tile. it stung immediately, the cut along your ear burning as the water dragged down over the scratches along your arms and ribs. messy. sloppy. you clicked your tongue softly, letting the water wash it all away, hands dragging over your skin like you could erase it. you needed to look normal. even if you didn't feel it.

even while your body screamed just to pass out or even to dunk your head in a ice bath. 

the front door opened downstairs with a heavy sound, quiet but familiar.

toji stepped inside with a low grunt, shutting the door behind him harder than usual, jaw tight as he rolled his shoulder—then immediately stilled when pain shot through him. “tch…” he exhaled, breath uneven, blood already soaking through his shirt, sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

he didn't have time to get patched up, shiu was fucking useless and the police was impeding on the location, he could only hope you were asleep. but god, this was so annoying.

his eyes flicked around the dark house instinctively, taking in the silence before lifting toward the ceiling and finally settling on the faint sound of running water.

“…she’s up.”

he moved slower than usual up the stairs, steps heavier, more careful, hand brushing briefly against his shoulder before dropping again like he didn’t want to acknowledge it.

you stepped out of the shower just as the bathroom door creaked open, body going still for half a second before you reached for a towel, wrapping it around yourself like nothing was wrong. “you’re home,” you said lightly, not turning around right away.

“yeah.”

your eyes followed him in the mirror, like every step every movment cost him something, dragged him somewhere you couldn't exactly pinpoint. 

"later than usual," you murmured softly, eyes still on him as he manuevered around the space stiffly. 

"same for you."

your lips twitched faintly at that. “work.”

“yeah,” he muttered. “same.”

silence stretched between you, thick in a way that made the air feel heavier. you stepped closer, slow, deliberate, eyes dragging over him carefully now, more intense than before.

“you okay?” you asked, head tilting just slightly, gaze dropping for just a second—his shoulder.

“why wouldn’t i be?”

you hummed softly, unconvinced. “you’re moving weird.”

his jaw tightened faintly, eyes narrowing just a bit. “long day,” he said flatly. “shit happens.”

"yeah…shit happens."

your scrunitizing gaze didn't leave him or his body.

and his gaze didn't leave you either. finally taking you fully.

fresh and soft out fo the shower, he took in your calm expression, the water still clinging to your skin—then paused. he eyes froze along your arm, thin scratches, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for them.

“…what happened to you?”

you didn’t even blink, head tilting slightly as you watched him still. “what do you mean?”

“those.”

you followed his gaze like you hadn’t already noticed, like it wasn’t already accounted for. a small huff left your lips. “kitchen,” you said easily, brushing your fingers over the marks that covered your arm, “dropped a glass earlier. tried to catch it.”

you smiled then, easy, soft, and effortless. “you know how i am.”

"yeah," he muttered unconvinced, "i do."

you stepped past him, your shoulder brushing his injured arm and for a second his armour cracked.

his breath hitched, a deep shudder filling his body as you stopped just after him. 

you paused, eyes quickly going back to his again stoic face before turning like nothing out of the ordnary happened. 

"i’ll heat up the leftovers,” you said over your shoulder, making your way out your room like some of your suspicisons weren't just answered.

his jaw tightened at your light footsteps descending down the stairs to the kitchen. his hand coming up to touch his arm before dropping just as it brushed. 

and days later, things still hadn't gone back to normal. 

not that anything looked different. mornings were the same, quiet and routine, megumi out the door, you in the kitchen, toji half awake and grumbling—but there was something underneath it now. something that sat heavy in the air, unspoken, stretching between you both like a thread pulled too tight.

you moved around each other like always, brushing past in the hallway, reaching over one another in the kitchen, sitting across at the table like nothing had changed.

but everything had.

you were used to the loud, abrasive, carefree toji. he had always been loud, careless, not much brain behind his low green eyes. but now?

you noticed how even his heavy bulking footsteps seemed to slow; every step seemed placed more carefully than just being used to take him where he needed to go like it used to.

his eyes flicked around more, subtly, quick, following you more like he was checking things without making it obvious.

you caught it one morning when he reached for a glass, his gaze shifting past you for just a second, where you held your guns hitched under the sink like he knew something you didn't. 

and the feeling was mutual.

toji knew you were weird. he never encountered a woman who wasn't.

and it wasn't exactly a terrible thing, but you were his wife. was he that lost in his own life that he didn't notice your quirks as you lived yours intertwined with his?

he noticed the way you moved around the house didn’t match the life you claimed to live. the way you were too quiet, murmuring to megumi, smiling softly at the moms in his class, even gazing quietly at toji. you were too precise. too accurate about guessing, about the measurements you put into food, about how you aligned the shoes, and how you almost subconsciously moved toji around without him even noticing it.

he noticed how if you grabbed something, there was never hesitation, never a second glance at what you were doing. you were always sure. always calculated. always perfect. he watched you cut the large fish he brought home just the other day, without even blinking, gutting it like it was just a small slice of meat ,and not a large hunk of fish he almost had a hard time bringing inside in the first place. 

he paid attention to your hands, the soft hands that dragged down his jumpsuit when he left in the morning, that helped tie megumi's sneakers as he learned. 

they weren’t what they should’ve been. not for someone who spent their days at home, cooking, cleaning, or at the office inside answering customer calls or doing whatever the hell it was you said you did. 

your hands were like his. scarred, full of memories, full of marks, and full of history.

dinner even got quieter, if that was possible.

he would sit at one end, green eyes watching you right across at the other as you cooed softly to megumi, helping himself to his food, then eventually picking at your own. he felt it. 

the way you watched him, the way your eyes scrutinized how even he turned his fork or listened for the shifting of his feet. 

you both talked softly to each other, dancing around the obvious topic, the obvious questions that ringed around each of your minds.

who are you?

neither of you could even escape this at work. your real jobs. not the covers. 

both of your agencies were on the look out for the other, waiting, chasing the assiasins giving them a run for their money. 

"yeah she's highly skilled," shiu muttered, "clicking lazily at his monitor, "fucked with with ten of our drops."

toji hummed not really interested, swinging loosely in his chair as his eye sstared at the open windows of their run down business.

"got security cam thoough," he munched on the eraser of his pencil, feeling toji's green eyes land on him, "got her face in 4k. she won't know what hit her."

"let me see."

"i'll pull up her file."

his head was spinning.

watching your smiling face, on a file with your list of jobs, your kills, your refinery.

it made sense, but why him?

this was just more work to have to deal with, another mess to clean up, and it's even worse with megumi involved.

he stared at your file all day and when he was home, he just stared some more.

because there's no way. 

you must have a doppleganger. a very convincing one that has your first and last name, then found you and changed it to his. it could be possible, right?

his intense green eyes following you around, as you worked in the kitchen and sent megumi with plates for the table.

he might know your idenity but you didn't know his. he had the advantage.

but…he didn't.

you were briefed loosley on the possible suspects you agency was looking for. all were elminated but one.

you husband's cold eyes stared back at you all day, bile wanting to rise up as they slid his picture over to you with one word, kill him.

but could you really do that? kill your husband. the father of your child?

dinner was awkward. not in a noticeable way. well, at least to the two of you.

lost in your own minds as your eyes absentmindedly traced over the other. 

how did you hide this so well?

how did i not notice?

"you're not eating," megumi's tiny voice called out snapping you out your trance. his smaller, softer green eyes blinking back at you, mouth covered in spaghetti sauce,

"sorry baby," you sighed, a napkin in your hand to wipe at his mouth, "got a little distracted."

"me too," his rough voice called out as well. 

you smiled, eyes crinkling at the cute boy who shoved another forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

the soft clinks were all you heard, next as you forced the food, chewing in earnest to try and focus on anything but the bile still crawling up your throat. 

"gumi..how would you feel if mommy disappeared?"

you froze, what the fuck?

megumi's eyes grew wide as he looked at you and back at his father. "is she leaving?"

"no i'm not—"

"yeah, she might," he bit out, stabbing a meatball in his plate, his eyes wide, alert, and fierce, staring back at you.

"well not like you'd miss daddy once he croaks out then, huh?"

you both stared at each other, forks pausing, angled like you were ready to jump out and off the wall to get each other if needed. one thing or someone stopped you and his cute yawn broke the tension building between you two.

"gumi" you cooed, petting his head, "would you like to sleep in mommy's bed tonight?"

the boy settled nicely between you and your husband, his spiky hair pulling in all directions as he snuggled in the warm sheets against your side, your hand brushing through his messy hair with care.

"and you have your sleepover with yuuji tomorrow," you said softly, your hand never ceasing its movement as his eyes fluttered shut, "are you excited?"

your words were directed to your son, but your eyes never left your husband who stared back at you in his peripheral vision, sitting up straight against the headboard with his arms crossed, listening to every word you murmured to the boy. 

"mhmm! going to be so fun mama." 

"i bet baby," you laughed, seeing his arms start to stretch out above his head, lips smacking lightly, your eyes looking back up to your beefy husband, "sleep well…you're going to need it."

and in the morning, you and toji were tense. to say the least.

he walked into the kitchen and you were just chopping strawberries for megumi's breakfast, he came down knife upwards in your hand and he froze.

you both watched each other as he squinted, scrutinizing your stance, your choice of knife, and the blank look on your face. 

this was going to be a long morning.

but the worst of it was in the late afternoon, when megumi was all packed up, heavy bag on his back as you both walked him to the door. 

you squeezed his so tight, tears damn near falling out his eyes as he trotted down to nanami who waited with a very excited yuuji. one last "i love you so much gumi" and a light "see ya, kid", with a soft head tap from toji was enough to send the boy away with a wave.

and then there was two. 

you swallowed as shut the softly, grabbing an umbrella from the holder at the door whipping around and holding it at toji's neck who already had a shot gun aimed at you.

"that's how you want to play this toji?"

"i'm your wife." you said mockingly, watching him walk backwards as you pressed the metal deeper to his juglar.

"you're my mission," he hissed out at you, fixing the shotgun as you stopped just short of the living room couch, "megumi won't miss another mother figure."

"he sure won't miss you."

toji stiffened at your laugh before you continued, "you weren't much of a father anyways."

he cocked the gun back landing a shot right as you ducked and rolled over the back of the couch to hit the floor as more shots following you.

your hand hitched on the gun, stuck to the bottom of the couch, quickly spinning and pointing it at him.

"one of us…has to stay for megumi."

"right," he replied eyes fixed as you stood again, gun still at the ready, "so what's it going to be then, wife?"

"i'm not going anywhere."

"i'm not going down without a fight." 

"good."

you both moved at the same time, shots ringing out as he fired and a squeal as you ducked his close range. you shimmed through the fluff rising in the air from the couch, getting in the kitchen right by the knife block, grabbing the niggest one and flinging it at him.

he ducked just in time but it grazed his shoulder as he ducked lifting his barrel and landing a blow through the kitchen wall right next to your head, scratching your cheek.

you grabbed the butcher knife, his favorite, and lunged it at his head sticking it in the wall right behind him.

"that was my favorite."

"i know!"

and it kept going. 

you both were dodging, weaving, throwing and shooting. a mess of blood, fluff, and everything surrounding you as you huffed against the kitchen cabinets, resting on the floor where you found refuge again.

"done yet, toj?"

"fuck no," his visibly tired voice rang out, "have to do you in first."

and then, the doorbell rang.

you both hopped up visibly disheveled, house a mess as you quickly shedded your clothes grabbing toji's shirt he flung off and opening up to a concerned neighbor…and two officers.

"good night! officer," your swet voice rang out, "how can we help you?"

"ah..," his eyes quickly making a mental checknote of you and toji's rather…unpleasant and half naked appearance, "noise complaint.. sounded light a really intense fight."

toji stepped up closer, his shirtless front pressing onto your back as he raised a arm to the top of the door way stopping the officer's eyes from seeing further than the ripped up couch, "the missus…likes it rough. what can i say?" he chuckled.

watching the neighbor's cheeks flush as she pulled the officer away, "alright..just keep it down now."

"of course, but baby number two won't just appear."

you waved as they disappered down the steps, you shut the door again turning around and looking at a scarcthed up toji who was doing nothing.

"so what now?"

and for some reason that broke you. 

"toji," your voice cracked, tears starting to spill as you watched him take a step closer to you, "i don't know what to do. honestly."

"i don't either my love," he murmured softly, his rough hands grasping your cheeks as he peered down at you, "i need you more than i realized. megumi needs you."

"you're about to kill me, right?"

he chuckled, hands grasping lower now, softly at your neck, his lips descending and landing on your own. "not right now."

his kiss was as soft as a man like toji could muster. his lips moved against yours with a quiet almost loving intensity as he bit down, feeling you whimper into his mouth.

your hands moved up, his large shirt slipping off one shoulder as your fingers gripped the soft endings of his hair at the nape of his neck.

"toji…"

your big, bleary eyes stared up at him, tears freshly falling down your cheeks did nothing but make the man harder, as he groaned, his lips crashing back into yours, rougher, heavier with enough force you hit back at the door again, 

his hands hiked up your his shirt, finding and massaging your hips that his hands literally swallowed, they cascaded down your legs, holding on tightly to your thick flesh and lifting you up just to rub against his thick, hard cock in his sweatpants.

"oh my god."

"haven't fucked you in so long," he pulled back from you just slightly, hot pants brushing you face as he dropped you in the mess that was once your living room, "think you can still take it?"

"mhmmm", you whined feeling the loss of his heat as the man fixed himself over you, watching the beloved sight of his beutiful strong wife a mess on the ground because of him.

"you are beautiful."

his teeth pulled at your lip, his tongue diving in your mouth as his hand massaged your tit, the other holding his steady as he ravaged you.

his hand moved slowly, light brushes over your pebbled nipple, the light brushes carrying over your soft stomach before landing right above your covered pussy. 

"didn't even get in yet, and i can feel how wet you are," he teased, his thumb pressing on your clit over the fabric, "maybe i should've fucked you with my gun instead, huh? you both would've loved that."

"you sick fuck."

his harsh words did nothing more than turn you on more, and you wrapped your legs around him and flipped him on his back. your clothed pussy right over his hard bulge, the tip nudging right at the perfect spot to make you moan as he landed back with a grunt. 

"look at you," he cooed at you mockingly, "tight pussy can't even wait. humling me like a dog when you should bekilling me."

you moaned out, nails digging into his shoulders as he hissed, your hips wasting no time to rut against his own, "could say the same for you. big ass oaf got hard from getting shot at."

he chuckled, "what can i say?" flipping you back over and leaning down to your ear, "i have a hot fucking wife." 

he retreated with a fat pull of your ear, satfisied at the shiver that ran down your body, his lips pressing light kisses at your pulse point before dragging his teeth down to your collar bone.

his hands never stopped either, his thumb rubbed lazy circles on your clit, two fat fingers already thrusting into you, fast and deep. curling right where you needed him on the spongy spot that had your toes curling. 

"mngh—toji!"

"yeah, that's right?"

"rightthere!", you gasped clenching down hard on his fingers, his mouth sucking on the space between your shoulder as he bit down hard sending you over the edge quickly. 

"f-fuck ji!" 

"come on give it to me, baby."

your juices covered his fingers as he slipped out and popped them into his mouth, tongue flicking between the two moaning he pulled them out, the saliva stuck to his hands popping back at his mouth when his low green eyes settled on you again, "as sweet as you looks."

you watched as he pulled his cock out, the hevay length bobbing as he fully pulled his pants down. 

"you ready?", his thumbed his tip between your folds as he popped and lazily thrusted in your entrance, lifting your legs to your shoulders, "cause i'm not stopping 'till i'm sure it sticks."

he pushed in, groaning at the feeling of your warm, hot, gummy walls pulsing around him as he finally bottomed out. "that's it, baby", he cooed his thrusts picking up as he pulled out to just his tip and slamming inside again.

he fucked into you roughly, his balls hitting your ass for every haard thrust he landed in you, his hands forcing a mean stretch on your legs as he held more of his weight down on you. 

his thick tip landing a harsh blow right at your spongy spot, making you scream arms reaching desperatly to grab at his strong body.

"ji—it's too m'ch!"

"ji—ji—", he mocked you harsh thrusts punctuating between each word that left his lips,"what? you lost on my dick already? what happened," he faked pouted, watching drool fall out the side of your mouth as you tried to talk again. 

but he was relentless, harsh pulsing almsot rhythm shaking you, shaking your body and the broken shell of your house, for each damning blow he landed inside you bullying your gspot till the point you were seeing stars.

you clenched down on him again, a desperate moan sneaking out as he groaned from the sensation, his hips slamming into yours finally as hot streams of cum filled you up.

he pulled out huffing, watching your fat, puffy abused cunt drool from his intensity. toji took two fingers, scooping up the loose cum and shoving it back insdie you, ignoring your overstimulated whine, plugging you back up.

"going to need a few rounds to make sure it sticks."

you didn't know how many rounds you went, but you could feel the effscts in the morning on your sore body whether ot be from toji's manhandling, sleeping on the floor or nothing. as you took in the wrecked shell of your house. 

even the shower was the last thing mainly standign as you sorely moved around your bulky husband in the shower to get some semblance of grime off your body.

"we could move to aruba."

"aruba?," your husband echoed, munching on the piece of toast, blowing off the ash that fell on it as he looked at the open hole in your kitchen ceiling.

"well i didn't kill you," you said like it was obvious, " they're going to try to kill me. and you too. we should go somewhere..unreachable."

toji hummed watching you spread butter on your slice, dropping hand on the counter, "bali?"

you both looked at each other quickly shook your head,"nah."

"well we don't have much time to think", you sighed, "once megumi gets here, we have to go."

"well good thing between the three of us…"

you looked at him questionly as he stood off the creaky stool, "the kid is the who they won't be able to catch."

you laughed following him to the door knowing the very on tme nanami would drop your son off to the virtually destroyed house at 9 am on the dot.

"asteriod", is all you said as the nanami's eyebrows jumped off his face, very concerned at the…damage your house sustained. 

"crazy, man i know.."

yorikae

okay i needa lock in for my exams now— bye for now!

“okay, now—plié,” your sweet voice rang out, lilting and bright as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor. a handful of toddlers followed with dramatic commitment, collapsing beside you in fits of giggles.

your smile came easy, bright and patient, as you stretched your legs out in front of you, toes pointed. “windows,” you reminded gently, waving your hand, demonstrating with practiced ease while tiny, uncoordinated copies of you attempted the same.

from the small viewing window, half-hidden behind the curtain meant to keep the children focused, nanami found himself… not focused at all.

he had meant to check on his daughter. it was supposed to be just a quick glance. responsible parenting.

that's the excuse he would use for geto, who would have definitely notice his hovering if it hadn't been for the incessant chatter of his best friend, who accompanied the pair to ballet.

in reality, he stood there longer than necessary—long enough to notice the way you moved, the way your voice softened when one of the girls got shy, the way you smiled like it was second nature.

this was becoming a pattern.

a deeply inconvenient, entirely unplanned pattern.

you looked beautiful as always.

a quiet, almost dangerous fondness began to bloom in his chest as he watched you guide his daughter through a careful twirl small arms lifted above her head, brown hair tied messily into a ponytail that bounced with every unsteady spin. her tongue peeked out in concentration, little feet wobbling on her tiptoes as you steadied her with a gentle hand.

he could’ve stayed there forever.

watching the usually unruly girl soften under your guidance, so focused, so calm it felt…right.

it would’ve been perfect, if not for the grating voice echoing in the back of his head.

“i came ‘cause the ballet teacher is hottttt,” gojo stage-whispered to suguru, who only snorted in response, eyes drifting to his own daughters as they attempted to twirl beside you.

thankfully, nanami only heard it because of how close he was—not because gojo lacked any sense of volume. though, that was…debatable.

nanami exhaled slowly, crossing his arms, the fabric of his shirt stretching slightly across his chest.

“seriously…gojo,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses, gaze flicking toward the taller man. “you’re ogling their teacher.”

“what? kento!” gojo whined, already half-distracted as he grabbed a small jacket, flashing an easy smile at a passing woman who very obviously checked him out. “no harm, no foul.”

nanami didn’t even get the chance to respond.

the door creaked open behind them, and suddenly the quiet space filled with noise tiny footsteps, laughter, overlapping voices.

“daddy!”

the call was immediate, bright his daughter launching herself at his leg without hesitation.

nanami’s expression softened almost instantly as he looked down at her.

across from him, two identical girls ran toward suguru, pigtails flying behind them as they clung to him with quieter excitement.

“did you see?” nobara tilted her head up at nanami, eyes bright with pride. “i was the best!”

nanami hummed, the faintest smile tugging at his lips as a quiet, surprised laugh left him. he bent slightly, lifting the girl into his arms as she squealed, pressing a quick kiss to her nose before setting her back down.

“the best? really?”

she huffed immediately, kicking at imaginary dust before folding her arms—an almost perfect imitation of him.

“so you weren’t watching then, daddy?” her pout deepened, eyes narrowing up at him.

“i was. of course,” kento murmured, already slipping her sweater over her small, chubby arms. “just making sure.”

“you don’t have to make sure!” she insisted, voice rising with offense. “i am always the best—”

she spun on her heel mid-sentence—then gasped, her entire face lighting up.

“teacher!!”

her voice carried, light and bright, turning a handful of tiny heads as you stepped out of the studio beside the other instructor.

“hi, guys,” you greeted softly, though it barely registered—small bodies already gravitating toward you, attention scattered and fleeting.

and, of course, she led the charge.

nanami barely had time to blink before his daughter grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the small crowd gathering around the other teacher, dragging you forward with determined little steps.

straight to him.

“teacher!” she beamed, pointing dramatically. “tell my daddy i was the best!”

you laughed softly, a hand lifting to your face before gently brushing her bangs aside.

“shh,” you teased, lowering your voice just slightly. “everyone will get jealous. you were one of the very best.”

“see, daddy!” she turned back to him instantly, triumphant. “even she said it. everyone is jealous!”

“that’s not exactly what she said, honey.”

“that’s what i heard.”

you laughed again, hands settling on her small shoulders before your gaze lifted, soft and warm landing on nanami.

“good afternoon…mr. kento.”

it was his turn to huff, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“i told you…just kento is fine.”

“yes… but—” you faltered, shy for half a second, eyes dipping down to the little girl staring between the two of you with wide, curious eyes.

“right—yes,” you recovered smoothly, pivoting with practiced ease. “her hair… i can help you with the bun. it slips out easily when the ponytail’s too loose.”

nanami felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck almost instantly, fingers pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“ah… you saw that?”

his quiet, very undignified battle with his daughter’s hair twenty minutes of failed attempts, slipping strands, and eventual defeat in the form of a messy ponytail before the other parents filtered through the door had not, in fact, gone unnoticed.

he had been hoping it had. you nodded, a soft giggle leaving you.

“yes, i did. it was cute.”

“you’re way cuter.” a sultry voice rang out.

nanami didn’t even have to turn his head. the weight of an arm slinging over his shoulders said enough. fucking gojo.

you blinked, a little surprised at the man casually draped over nanami, before offering a polite smile. "you must be nanako and mimiko's uncle."

"my reputation preceeds me i see."

“you were two hours late picking them up last week.”

gojo paused.

actually paused, lips pursing as he tried to recover.

“…i got there eventually, didn’t i?”

you let out a quiet laugh, stepping back as nobara slipped from your hold, already running toward suguru where his twins were crowding him.

“so…” gojo continued, undeterred, leaning forward just slightly. “let me make it up to you. how about a date?”

nanami went rigid under his arm, just slightly, unnoticeable to your eye but enough. enough that it instantly caught gojo’s attention.

his eyes flickered sideways, a knowing smile pulling at his lips.

“mm… i don’t know,” you hummed, tilting your head, hand gesturing vaguely between you and him. “conflict of interest.”

“well i’m just their unc—”

“still,” you cut in gently, smile polite but firm. “teacher-parent confidentiality or whatever.”

satoru pouted as he was about to rebuttal until suguru called him over before he could embarass himself further.

“conflict of interest?” nanami murmured, voice low, almost careful, when your eyes found his again. “does that apply to all parents?”

"with a few exceptions..."

a few exceptions....

what did that mean? was that a hint?

nanami sat on his couch, the soft glow of the screen lighting his face as your contact from the ballet group chat sat open, untouched.

should he text you? would even you respond?

he exhaled slowly, thumb hovering just above the screen as his mind ran ahead of him. he thought about your dynamic.

he was older than you. not by an unreasonable amount, but enough that he noticed it. enough that it made him pause. that alone should’ve been enough to shut this down.

and even though you were his daughter's dance teacher you were still her teacher. and he's older than you...he's not sure by how much but he is older...would you go for that?

was it worth giving it a try?

he finished off the rest of his drink in one go, the burn of alcohol settling into something warmer, something braver hopefully. his fingers tightened slightly around his phone.

ok he's going to do it. was he, though? yes he is!

he stopped his internal dialogue going to press the call button until gojo's name flashed across his screen in earnest.

that had to be a sign.

and nanami took it as such. he didn't call.

that was so out of left field. his daughter’s teacher? her fucking teacher! albeit her hot flexible teacher but her teacher none the less.

what was he thinking!

matter of fact he took the next—very unneeded mind you—step, he literally avoided you all week.

he didn’t technically have to avoid you. he simply had suguru handle ballet drop-offs with his daughters, the three girls conveniently ending up back at nanami’s place afterward for dinner.

and today it was raining, even more of a reason to offer food and refuge to his savior, friend.

unfortunately, that “thank you” also included him.

gojo.

who, at this very moment, was doing exactly what he always did, lingering, talking, annoying, while nanami slid the lasagna into the oven, shutting the door with a quiet clink.

“so you like her?”

no response.

“so that’s a yes.”

still nothing.

gojo pouted, dragging the moment out as nanami moved to the sink, rinsing off a dish with practiced ease.

“kentoooo,” he whined. “just ask her out. what’s stopping you?”

nanami exhaled through his nose, placing the dish on the rack with a soft clatter.

“conflict of interest.”

“that bullshit again!” satoru groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “she obviously said that to deny me, not you. come on!, she would totally go for you."

"you’ve seen her, right? the way she moves—”

nanami’s jaw tightened slightly. "she's just a dancer. that’s not feasibl—" he started, as he cringed out how that came out, pausing nobara in the doorway. standing quietly and watching the entire thing. how long had she been standing there? “i can't—"

her little hands rested at her sides, her expression unreadable in a way that didn’t belong on a child her age.

the blonde-haired man lingered just outside the kitchen for a moment longer before peeking out, watching as she climbed onto the couch with suguru’s help, settling in to watch the movie instead of running back off with the other girls.

maybe she was tired…that had to be it.

but nanami couldn’t, in his right mind, settle on that conclusion.

she still ate all her food wholeheartedly, still played with no regard for her surroundings and still giggled like normal.

she was still nobara.

but still there was an air about her, something that lingered when it was time to leave school… or when he picked her up from his job. like she was waiting.

waiting for him to say something.…or do something.

she missed him bringing her to dance! that had to be it.

so, after sending suguru a quick text that he could head out, that he’d be picking nobara up himself, nanami made his way to the studio.

he expected excitement.

a bright “daddy!” and small feet running toward him.

instead, when he stepped into the room, most of the other parents were already filtering out, offering small waves and quiet goodbyes. but he couldn't see his daughter anywhere.

but he didn't expect to see her, her hair doen beautifully in a bun, crying hard as she clung to you, a few paces away from him.

and then her big brown eyes found him. and it only made it worse.

more tears spilling down her cheeks.

you turned at the same time, following her gaze, your brows furrowed, lips pressed together as your expression shifted the moment you saw him.

your hand came up instinctively, wiping at her tears before gently guiding her so the both of you faced him.

“what is going on—”

“mr. nanami.”

he paused. the man paused shocked at your formality and at how the usual kindness you had was masked by something else.

"nobara is having a hard time." you continued, "especially with the recital coming up because she doesn't want to disappoint you."

“honey, what—” nanami stepped forward immediately, crouching down as his hands came up to brush at her tear-stained cheeks. “you could never disappoint me—”

“since you don’t want her to end up like me,” you finished quietly, “just a lousy dancer.”

his eyes snapped up to yours.

shock, immediate and unfiltered, settling across his face.

“…what?”

his gaze dropped back down just as quickly, searching his daughter’s face, fingers stilling slightly against her skin.

“honey, what?” he echoed, softer this time. as the girl turned to hide herself in your leg.

“i don't remember ever...,” he murmured, more to himself than anything.

but the words sounded weak. because someone had.

and his daughter heard them.

your hand moved slowly over her back, soothing, even as your eyes stayed on him steady. unreadable in a way he wasn’t used to.

“she did,” you said quietly. “in her own way.”

nanami’s throat tightened.

“…i didn’t mean—”

“intent doesn’t really matter to a child,” you cut in gently. “they hear what they hear.

you both stood watching each other as you soothed the girl's quiet sobs until they ended in light sniffles.

“nobara,” you murmured, crouching slightly to meet her level, brushing her hair back. “go grab your bag for me, okay?”

she hesitated and then nodded, sniffling as she pulled away, small steps dragging slightly as she moved to the side to gather her things.

and once she was out of earshot you stood. and faced him fully.

“i know you’re a salaryman,” you started, voice even, controlled. “and this job isn't up to your standards.”

nanami blinked, caught off guard by the direction.

“but i thought you had the decency to respect me,” you continued, gaze unwavering. “especially in front of your daughter.”

he opened his mouth and nothing came out.

“i’m a dancer,” you said, a quiet emphasis settling into your words. “not just a dance teacher.”

a beat passed as you avoided his eyes, wringing your wrists together.

you gave him a tight, polite smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach your eyes, before moving around him and leaning down to murmur something soft to the girl. she nodded, sniffling, before hoisting her much larger bag onto her shoulders, wobbling slightly as she made her way back.

“daddy?”

nanami looked down at her, still caught somewhere between shock and something heavier, something settling deeper in his chest.

“are you mad at me?”

“of course not, bara,” he said immediately, dropping down to her level, voice gentler now. “i would never be mad at you, okay?” his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from her face, more careful this time.

“if you want to be a dancer…” he continued, quieter, more deliberate. “i would never be mad. you can be whatever you want, alright? i’m sorry i made you feel that way.”

“okay, daddy.”

she smiled small, but real and happy, before throwing her arms around his neck.

nanami huffed softly, holding her close, one arm secure around her as he stood back up seeing that you had walked away already back in the dance room.

packing your bag and moving like everything was normal. like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

he almost missed it. the quick swipe of your hand across your face, on both sides of your cheeks as you seemed to sniffle.

the way you brushed it off just as fast, shrugging your jacket on like it didn’t matter.

nanami’s grip on nobara tightened just a fraction as he watched you.

shit.

it was obvious this left a lasting impact on the relationship you had with the brooding man.

you were still polite, of course you were, but the ease was gone. the light teasing, the soft smiles, the way you used to linger just a second longer when speaking to him…all of it had quieted into something more distant.

even with gojo and suguru, you were different. still kind. just…more professional. more careful.

and nanami couldn’t help the thought that crept in, unwelcome and biting.

did you think they judged you too?

two weeks since that day.

and here he was again, standing just outside the studio, watching as you gave each girl a soft high five as they filtered out the door, little voices trailing behind them.

your eyes caught his just for a second.

and instead of a smile, you looked away.

turning to the other instructor, speaking quietly before gesturing toward the door as she moved to give the usual announcements instead of you.

fuck. how was he supposed to fix this?

and he thought about it for days. the tension was biting at him to the point even nobara noticed it always looking at him expectantly her eyes telling him to fix it... to fix this.

but how? his mind for longer than he would like to admit, ran in circles at the way you acted with him. the way you didn't smile anymore, your expression didn't change and how you didn't wait to talk with him after most of the parents had left.

what could he do that would be enough for you?

an apology was needed...but too simple.

flowers and an apology? too cliche. he could say anything, and even as a man of few words he knew it would mean nothing if he couldn't prove it.

and like a guardian angel was looking out for him, a small poster caught his attention as he was leaving the studio one day. nicely pinned on the board behind the front desk, almost out of view since usually the receptionist covers it.

and she got up, right before nanami walked by. like i said, an angel.

this. this is how he was going to make it right.

the theather was different from what he imagined. dimly light, strangely intimate and quiet in a way that demanded attention.

nanami sat there, far too aware of how much he had paid for the tickets only for that to stop mattering entirely the moment you stepped onto the stage.

mainly because you were captivating, no matter how many people was around you, the way you moved dragged attention back to you.

you had control over everything, every movement was deliberate and controlled. effortless in a way that made his chest tighten without warning.

this was what you meant.

this was who you were.

he didn't even realize that the show was over until you finally left stage, his eyes lingering where you disappeared as if you would come back out, and his daughter's overenthusatic claps and hops in her seat snapped him out of his gaze.

"that was so pretty daddy!"

backstage was warmer, busier than the packed audience. even still once the man stepped back there bouqet in hand, your eyes zeroed in on him immediately.

“…hi,” he said, quieter than usual.

you blinked, still catching your breath.

“hi.”

he offered you his larger bouquet that you took with a soft thank you as nobara jumped up and down happily as she stared at you.

"i picked out all the colors!"

"really?", you gasped dramatically, "you have great taste it's beautiful."

you looked back at nanami, a softer gleam in your eye as you saw he had the same look, "back stage passes, huh? pricy."

"anything for you."

another pause.

“i’m sorry,” he continued, more firmly this time. “not just for what i said—but for what it sounded like.”

his gaze didn’t waver.

“you’re not ‘just’ anything.”

but of course, a much bigger prescence demanded your attention.

"oh and! teacher!!"

she barreled into you, nearly knocking into your legs as she beamed up at you, eyes sparkling like she had been waiting for this exact moment.

“i told him!” she announced proudly, turning slightly to point at nanami. “i told daddy you’re like—like—”

she paused, dramatically searching for the words, tiny hands waving in the air.

“—a butterfly!” she finished, gasping at her own brilliance. “you move all pretty and stuff and everyone has to watch you and you’re shiny—like—like stars!”

you blinked caught off guard.

and she wasn’t done.

“and you’re so cool!,” she added seriously, grabbing onto the bouquet you held and pushing it up toward you like it was part of her speech. “you’re the best dancer ever. even better than me! but only a little.”

nanami huffed softly under his breath.

that…was saying something.

nobara leaned in closer, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret.

“so you can’t be sad anymore, okay?”

your fingers tightened slightly around the flowers. "alright."

nanami didn't know how he did it. how he got you back at his house, all bundled up over your ballet outfit as he cooked in front of you.

your eyes tracked all his movements, sluggish maybe from the tiring day you had but never moving from his arms where his sleeves were rolled up.

he pretended not to notice. he shut the stove off finally putting the plate down in front of you as you picked your fork at him, giving him a soft thank you in return.

"is she asleep?" you finally asked, looking up from your bowl to meet his waiting eyes.

"out like a light."

you hummed, brining the fork up to your mouth and chewing before setting it back down. "did you mean it, kento?"

"mean what?"

"what you said backstage."

he lifted off the counter, making his way arouund before he landed beside you turning your chair and grabbing you face in earnest. he stared at you, taking in all you features and the slow blink of your lashes as you watched him.

his hands gently but firmly grabbed your face, as if you could slip from his fingers any second now.

"i meant every last word." before leaning down and placing a chaste peck on your lips. he pulled back just slightly to look at your face, as he moved back down kissing you fully.

his kiss was soft, but determined, full of anguish as he sighed into your mouth. his hands slid down slowly from your cheeks to the sides of your neck, his thumb rubbing on your jaw before his hands went even lower brushing the sides of your breasts.

you moaned into his mouth, your hands coming and pulling at the ends of his undercut as you licked into his mouth, your teeth grazing his bottom lip as you finally separated, a string of spit landing on your face as you breathed in looking back up at the man.

"let me prove it to you."

now you were splayed out on nanami's bed, his head between your plush thighs that he held open in his strong arms.

he just got down there and you were already spent. he coaxed one orgasm out of you dry just by playing with your clit and you were verging to a another from how devious he licked into you as he nose rubbed all on your sensitive bud.

“oh my— kento!” you whined out as you grasped his hair, one hand flying to cover your mouth in hopes you don’t wake up the rest of the house.

you twitch and spasm around his head, the vein in his arms more prominent as he held your legs open wider, “you’re going to crush me.” his muffled voice rang out from below you, the vibrations doing nothing to quell the overstimulation already taking over your body.

“kento please. i—”

you paused as you made eye contact with the man, as he raised up just barely from where he was buried in your cunt, “you can give me one more, yeah?”

and yes! you could that’s why you were grasping at his head while he sucked on your wet pussy, two large fingers virtually splitting you open as you bit into a small throw pillow to hold back your noise.

you assumed one… meant well one. but everytime you built up to that gnawing feeling, thighs tightening just slightly around his blonde tresses he pulled back.

smirking as he pulled up to kissed your pouty lips lik he hadn’t denied you for the third time and he moved back to get to his rightful place between your legs.

and you couldn’t take it.

“ken! please! i can’t take it anymore” you cried grasping at his hair, thick globs of tears screaming down your face as you held onto him. “please let me come. i know you mean it!”

“that was the magic word baby.”

he lowered himself back down, licking one firm strip up your cunt before dipping his tongue inside you. you gasped, back arching off as your head fell back, finally.

he didn’t stop his ministrations, adding a finger to his tongue before scissoring you open with two, his thumb circling your clit before he added three fingers and he could feel your tensing underneath him.

“already?” he hummed amused.

you whined in response, desperately grabbing at any part of him that was in reach before you came again, toes curling, as your thighs clenched around his head a wanton moan falling from your mouth.

completely and utterly demolished you fell back, breathing heavily as you started to come to. watching the man with lidded eyes as he used his hand to wipe your slick of his face with his index finger and he popped it into his mouth like it was ice cream all the while keeping his eyes on you.

he finally grasped at you thighs again running smooth circles around it until he smiled.

“dinner tomorrow sounds okay?”

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