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"Ow." Kaminari pouts before he stiffens and buries his face into his maths textbook. You blink before the brunt of Bakugo's thousand yard death glare sweeps past you, landing squarely on Kaminari's back as the yellow haired starts to quake in his seat. You turn your head and meet Bakugo's burning crimson eyes before he squints at you, mouthing a silent vow to kill Kaminari for interacting with you.

You giggle lightly and signal to your overly protective boyfriend that it's fine, that Kaminari didn't do anything strange. Bakugo squints at you again before he huffs and picks up his pen, scrawling on his notebook with his right arm wrapped in a brace lying limply by his side. Your heart wrenches itself dry, pained at seeing Bakugo holding his pen in an awkward way and struggling to write with his non-dominant hand. The final war was never kind to Bakugo, scars littered across his skin serving as a grim reminder of what he endured during his battles. You sigh silently, staring down at the maths formulas you've written on your notebook and you pick up your pen. 

Soon, it's lunch period. You tidy up your table before the unmistakable heat belonging to Bakugo swarms you at once and you look up to see the blonde staring at you. His right arm remains limp at his side, the empty right sleeve of his blazer close to falling off his shoulder. You lift your hand and pull Bakugo's blazer around him, fixing his upturned collar without a second thought and oblivious to the faint blush growing on his cheeks. 

"What were you talking about with dunce face?" Bakugo's growl is low, an empty threat as he squints at you, the idle chatter of your classmates fading to white noise in the background. 

"He was just asking me to read what you wrote to him." You grin before wagging a finger at him. "Kats, you shouldn't be telling people to die." 

"Well I can." Bakugo huffs with a firm roll of his eyes. "And I want to. I'm hungry." 

You shake your head with a fond smile as you follow after Bakugo who strides out of the classroom, the destination being Lunch Rush cafeteria. You talk about how difficult maths period was today as you struggled to grasp several core concepts and Bakugo calls you dumb though he offers to tutor you seconds after. The two of you find a seat for two in a quiet corner of the cafeteria before you ask Bakugo what he wants to have for lunch. 

"The usual." Bakugo says gruffly before he squints at you again and you're starting to think he has some issues with his eyesight from how he's been squinting at you non-stop recently. "You know that I can carry the tray with one hand, right?" 

"I know you can." You shoot Bakugo a pointed look before patting him on the shoulder lightly. "But since I'm here, I might as well do it for you. So just sit down and wait for me." 

Without another a word, you turn around and prance towards Bakugo's favourite store. You pile two servings of curry rice onto the tray and pick it up before ambling back to Bakugo with a smile on your lips. He looks up from his phone, expression softening slightly as he stares at you. You pick up the plate of curry rice that has maximum spice and put it in front of Bakugo before doing the same for your plate and putting the tray to one side. The fried katsu isn't fully cut so you pick up your fork and knife before leaning towards Bakugo to cut his katsu into thin strips, humming happily. 

Bakugo stares at his food for a long time, not making any motion to pick up his fork which you soon notice. You tilt your head, concern brewing in your eyes before you nudge his hand lightly. "Kats? What's wrong?" You ask in a soft voice, staring straight at him as he shifts awkwardly in his seat. 

"I just…" Bakugo's voice trails off before he swallows thickly, rubbing his nape. He struggles to get his words out and you wait patiently. "I just feel like I'm being a burden to you." He admits quietly with a troubled sigh. 

You gasp, offended, before you quieten down and realise that Bakugo has always been independent, rarely relying on anyone else. He did everything by himself but now, the lack of a functioning arm is forcing him to rely on someone else which he probably find difficult and strange. You tap the back of his palm. "Kats. Look at me." 

Bakugo lifts his head, crimson eyes swimming with apprehension and hesitation. You smile at him and brush your thumb over his knuckles reassuringly. "You're not a burden in anyway, Kats, because I love you too much to care. If our roles were reversed, you'd do the same for me without a second thought. So let me take care of you, 'kay?" 

Bakugo's lips quirk upwards into the faintest of smiles before he nods his head slightly. You beam, ecstatic, before clapping your hands together. "Your favourite curry rice is going to get cold, so let's eat!"

The two of you chat quietly while eating. You remind Bakugo of his rehabilitation session after school hours and offer to accompany him which he accepts. In return, Bakugo offers to do his homework together with you and you accept even though it is the norm for the two of you to do homework together. You guess that this offer is Bakugo's way of trying to pay you back for always taking care of him and you do not voice this thought out loud, keeping it close to your heart. You clear the table after the two of you are done eating, returning the tray before rejoining Bakugo who has wandered towards the vending machine. He slots a few coins he dug out from his pocket into the vending machine which dispenses two cans at his behest. You take both cans and crack them open one at a time before handing one of it to Bakugo who smiles softly at you. 

The rest of the school day passes in a blur of english essays and science concepts. You wave goodbye to your classmates, telling them that you and Bakugo will be back at the dorm after his rehabilitation session before leaving the classroom together with Bakugo but not before fixing his blazer again. 

"Are you getting the hang of writing with your left hand?" You ask as the two of you amble down the sidewalk together towards the train station. The weather is lovely, a nice sunny afternoon, and you inhale a good lungful of fresh spring air which curls in your lungs. 

"A little bit." Bakugo replies as he glances at you briefly before moving to your other side and putting himself in between the main road and you. "Aizawa sensei said I should practice with my left hand more before exams. The faculty is worried that they can't grade my exam paper properly if they can't read what I'm writin' so I've been writin' a lot of random stuff every night."

"What kind of random stuff?" You ask, interest piqued, and notice how Bakugo's cheeks flush red faintly as he looks ahead, clearing his throat. 

"Just some stuff." Bakugo mutters, clearly unwilling to answer your question. A mischievous glint blazes to life in your eyes before you start pestering him endlessly, curiosity peaked. Bakugo refuses to tell you because he is stubborn, but you are even more stubborn as you refuse to let this go and start nagging him until he finally explodes. 

"It's just some love letters!" Bakugo snaps and you blink your eyes because out of all the scenarios you ran through in your head about what Bakugo could be writing at night, love letters was not on your list. 

"Love letters?" You echo, baffled, as Bakugo slaps his face with his left hand and a low groan. You narrow your gaze at Bakugo, poking his shoulder. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Wha—No, it's for you, dumbass." Bakugo growls, the embarrassment chewing him alive seconds later as the tip of his ears turns a furious shade of red. "Listen, you better not go around tellin' other people that I've been writin' love letters to you." 

You burst into a fit of laughter, slapping Bakugo's shoulder in the process before wiggling your eyebrows at him. "That's so romantic." You squeal, cupping your cheeks with both hands as the two of you approach the train station. "Where are the letters? I wanna read them."

"Underneath my pillow." Bakugo mutters as he fishes his train card out of his pocket and taps it against the gantry which slides open for him with a beep. You follow suit before gazing down at Bakugo on the escalator, smile widening. "I didn't want anyone to find the letters." 

"It's okay, they can't read your handwriting anyways. I'm the one who can read your handwriting at the moment." You proclaim boldly before giggling lightly and Bakugo's fragile heart flips. "I'm gonna dig underneath your pillow as soon as we get back. Or maybe I should just leave you right now and head back to the dorm immediately?" You tease, watching as Bakugo scowls at you immediately. He slips his left hand into yours, fingers curling around your hand possessively. 

"Don't you dare." Bakugo warns, interlocking his fingers with yours as the train pulls up to the station immediately, doors sliding open with a chime. Bakugo pulls you into the train, leading you to the least crowded corner before towering over you, blocking you out from everyone else. Though the hospital is only a few stops away, it feels like forever from the way Bakugo gazes at you with such intensity of adoration, his eyes never leaving yours as he tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You respond by pulling his blazer around him again with a smile, smoothing out the creases and dropping a casual compliment in the form of whisper. Bakugo's cheeks grows pink and he looks out of the train window immediately, trying to hide the adverse effect your sweetness has on him. 

The two of you arrive at the hospital soon after and are guided towards the rehabilitation centre where you pile your schoolbag and Bakugo's in one corner before sitting down on the plastic chair, watching as Bakugo converses with his physician. The two talk for a lengthy period of time, going through Bakugo's rehabilitation plans in great detail which you listen to before Bakugo is given a grip strengthener. You see how Bakugo stares at the small fitness tool in his hand, the incredulity on his face that such a small object is now his primary obstacle. With a grunt, Bakugo attempts to squeeze the grip strengthener with his right hand, but he doesn't get anywhere and the frustration boils over on his face immediately. 

You know exactly how he feels, for someone that once prided on his dominant strength now utterly defeated by that plastic tool anyone could squeeze, but you can't do much apart from offering him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up as he looks over at you, torn and demotivated. Your smile seems to ease his frustration somewhat as he starts squeezing the grip strengthener slowly again, his other palm supporting his right elbow. At the end of his therapy session, Bakugo makes a tiny bit of progress and you're prouder than ever. The therapist arranges a follow-up with session with a smile before leaving the room and the two of you are left alone. 

"You did good." You whisper as you brush his hair out of his eyes and secretly pat his head. 

"I didn't do shit." Bakugo replies moodily, picking up his bag and slinging it over his left shoulder. "It barely moved." 

"It did move a tiny bit. I saw it with my own two eyes." You jab a finger at yourself, grinning from ear to ear before patting his shoulder. "Recovery is a long road so don't be too hard on yourself, Kats. You did something today and that's amazing." 

Something flickers past Bakugo's eyes, a moment of raw vulnerability perhaps, but it's too fast for you to catch as he gazes at you with such tenderness, your eyes almost well up with tears when you think about just how much he endured from fighting Shigaraki, All For One, and finally giving Izuku the final push despite being on the verge of death. Bakugo always wants to see things to the very end, his resilience disguised as stubbornness. You wrap your arms around him without thinking and plant your face into his chest. 

"I'm proud." Your voice is muffled, almost incomprehensible as you feel Bakugo place a warm palm on your hair. "I'm so proud of you, Kats. You'll always be the hero I admire." 

"Dumbass." You hear Bakugo mutter, a slight crack in his wavering voice. "Why are you bein' all sappy on me now?"

You inhale a silent breath, not wanting to cry in front of Bakugo before you look up at him and offer him a bright beam. "Because I love you, that's why."

Bakugo stares at you for a few seconds of raw silence before his eyes curve into soft crescents. "Me too." He confesses in an honest and quiet voice, stroking your cheek with a gentle thumb. "Let's go back." 

The journey back to the dorm passes in an instant as you chat with Bakugo, talking about classes and the school club you've joined recently. Bakugo replies with a few words or grunts, letting you talk his ear off most of the time. When the two of you return to the dorm, Bakugo's friends hound him about his therapy session immediately which he entertains half-heartedly. You exchange a few words with Uraraka and Yaoyoruzu, laughing lightly before excusing yourself. 

On your way back to your dorm room, you walk past Bakugo's room and the conversation of the love letters he's been writing pops up in your head. With everyone else gathered in the common area, you take this chance to slip into Bakugo's dorm room and lift up the pillow, immediately spotting the folded sheets of white paper hidden underneath. 

You sit on Bakugo's bed, something that he doesn't mind since he does the same by slipping into your room and bed unannounced anyway and unfold the first piece of paper. As expected, Bakugo's chicken scratch is illegible to everyone else but you're able to read it just fine. 

errr. fcuk this is so hard what do i write. Y/N. roses are red poppies blueberries cherries??? violets are blue. 

You giggle to yourself at the first love letter which ended so abruptly, it's beyond hilarious. You can feel the annoyance of Bakugo imprinted on the paper from the multiple crossouts and can only imagine the scowl on his face as he was writing this. You fold the first piece of paper and move onto the second piece of paper, unfolding it. 

Y/N, i really like you. i always think about how lucky i am that i got you. i hope you know that me calling dumb is my. what's that thing called. love language??? the one with like 5 different ways. anyways you get what i mean. it's my way of showing you love. i stopped calling the others dumbass since its now exclusively reserved for you. i hope you dont get upset whenever i call you dumb. i dont mean it. but well if you dont like it then ill call you something else. 

like 'mine'. 

You flop onto Bakugo's bed, an involuntary squeal leaving your lips as your heart races. Bakugo isn't romantic upfront, subtly showing his love through his actions instead which you always notice. To hear such words coming from him even if it isn't directly from his mouth, you're high on cloud nine as you continue giggling to yourself, folding the second piece of paper and unfolding the third. 

yesterday dunce head implied that you were stupid and i was mad. so mad i really considered blowing his head up. but you laughed it off and wasn't mad in the slightest? how? how are you so patient and friendly with everyone? honestly, i find it kinda amazing. 

you're my hero, Y/N. 

Teardrops fall onto the letter as you clutch it tightly, touched at those three simple words anyone could find in a comic on the shelves of a bookstore. A variety of emotions bloom in your chest as you sniffle, wiping your tears away with a finger right as the door swings open and Bakugo trudges in after escaping from his friends. He spots you crying on his bed, holding his love letters as you raise your head to look at him and he freezes in his spot like a deer caught in headlights. 

"Shit, shit." Bakugo mutters as he finally breaks free of his phantom restraints and rushes over to you, plopping on the bed beside you. "Did I write something bad? Oi, Y/N, you good?" 

You laugh at his curt way of asking if you're fine and nod your head with a smile widening on your lips. "I'm fine, Kats, just touched by your letters. Didn't know you have such a way with words." 

"Tch." Bakugo slouches as he plants his left palm on his bed behind him, frowning at you. "It's not that deep."

"It is." You wave the third letter, your favourite one by far, and grin mischievously at him as you move onto the fourth. "Let's read the next one together. Dear Y/N…" 

Bakugo grimaces, the embarrassment eating him alive as he buries his face into his hands, yet he doesn't stop you as if he wants you to read his love letters and see just how much he loves you. 

‘Not even Utahime had the patience.’ You mentally noted before turning around and facing her head on. You entwined your fingers in front of you as you stood tall in your all white, v-neck tunic with long white knit pants. Your hair was pulled back and out of the way, and your calm and collected demeanor was met with Utahime’s frustrated pout.

“Look. Only for a week-.” You began stretching your hands out as if Utahime was about to launch an attack. 

“Ha! A week?! Try two hours! Do you even understand how much trouble he got in with just two hours?! I mean it boss. Either he leaves or I do!” Utahime ranted on.

“Iori, you know that your reputation is too precious here for you to leave. All I asked was for him to shadow you. I’ll fix it so don’t worry.” Your heart started racing. You absolutely HATED when people used the ‘I quit’ card on you. Most of the time you would let them leave. But Utahime was a customer favorite who is routinely requested and you knew that if she was willing to give it all up, then something bad must have happened.

“I told you. I’m NOT doing it.” She crossed her arms as her long black bangs shadowed her eyes challengingly. It was one thing to reject a task. It was another to challenge your authority. 

“I told you. I’ll fix it.” You stood firm while your voice carried both comfort and warning. 

“Or we can all discuss this together like one big happy family.” The main character of today’s event finally showed up. The white button up barely left anything up to imagination as muscles practically rippled out from under the shirt. His muscles perked up even more while he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorway that connects the lobby to the parlor hallway. The rolled up sleeves to his button up displayed his veiny forearms and you wondered if he was this big…everywhere.

Toji Fushiguro

A bored expression matched his stance as he eyed Utahime. She fumed at his presence before turning her nose up and leaving to go tidy up the rooms. You could faintly hear her spewing colorful curses as she disappeared into the hallway. Toji turned back to you as a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Are you having fun making my life a living hell? Is me having a successful business that much of a nightmare for you?!” You screamed in a hushed tone as the careful and calm facade you tried to keep up finally came undone. He shoved his hands into his black trouser pant pockets and approached you lazily.

“Toji! God! I swear you…!” You failed to find the right curses to throw at him as he towered over you. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he trapped you between his chest and the cold glass door behind you. He placed a hand flat next to your head as he leaned to meet you face to face. 

“I keep telling you I’m willing to help in other ways.” He taunted. His sharp eyes bore into yours teasingly as a mischievous smirk tugged on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed at his suggestion but you couldn’t help but feel heat pool your insides as he hovered his head against your ear. His lips haphazardly grazed the top of your lobe. Toji traced his knuckles slowly and gently down your neck and around your shoulder following the curves of your body. 

“Lady Boss~. Why don’t you let me put in some overtime?” He practically groaned into your ear. Your body fell slack as he used his free hand to keep you from sliding down. His lips came dangerously close to your neck. You placed both hands at his chest and shoved him back which earned a pout from your devilish employee. 

“I didn’t give you this job for you to fuck around. You have a son. Have some self control.” You silenced him. You couldn’t read his expression but a part of you didn’t want to press any further. You lifted up the mic clipped to your top that is connected to the walkie-talkie.

“Meeting in the break room, now!” You spoke into the mic that carried over to the other employees. Toji rolled his eyes but soon stalked closely behind you as you made your way to convene with the rest of the night staff. 

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All of the staff gathered sitting at a round table in the break room. You were one of the last to enter until Toji followed in a few steps behind you. You stood firm and scanned the room at your bored staff members. As soon as he walked in, everyone in the room tensed. Toji remained standing while leaning against the wall next to the break room door. 

‘Damn. It’s like he struck fear in their hearts.’ Your eyebrows furrowed at their reaction as you knew this was going to be a long meeting. 

“I hope you know we are owed compensation pay over this.” Kento Nanami, elegantly wiping his glasses clean, didn’t even bother to make contact when he made the demand. He briefly paused and shot you a knowing glance before drawing a glare towards Toji. 

“I also request a thorough inspection of the staff in the near future. And for necessary changes to be made.” Nanami raised his head as if he were looking down on Toji, who in return blew a kiss. You crossed your arms a little peeved at his requests. You wanted to find some common ground. 

“Choso? Thoughts?” You looked over to the black haired man who seemed astonished at the mention of his name. It’s almost like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation till now. However, out of everyone, you hoped he would at least be understanding. 

“Toji is shit at this job.” He stated bluntly. A humorous chuckle escaped Nanami’s lips and Utahime crossed her arms smugly. Choso opened the floodgates for a medley of complaints from the staff about Toji.

“He uses way too much force during massages.”

“He’s never on sauna duty on time.”

“He burned a client with hot rocks.”

“He wastes the essential oils.”

“He insults the clients to their face.”

Each new insult felt like a shot in the chest. Did it suck that everyone absolutely HATED Toji’s guts? Yes. But it’s not just because it meant you made a bad call with choosing employees. If he were just anybody then he would have been kicked to the curb a long time ago. 

However, Toji saved your life once when you were in danger and this is you trying to repay the favor. It doesn’t help that he also has an extra mouth to feed. Letting him go now when you are the only one he can turn to for help is just too cruel. But, you can’t put the state of your business at risk. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and your head hung low. 

“I sincerely apologize for this massive oversight. I’ve heard you all loud and clear and I have made a decision.” You heard the ruffling of clothes as if Toji tensed at your words. Your head snapped towards him and he stood defensively, anticipating your choice. For a brief moment, you saw a flash of sadness in his eyes masked by a hint of frustration. 

‘He’s trying. He’s really trying.’ You mentally debated. You reached out and snaked your arm around Toji’s bicep and pulled him to stand next to you.

“That is why Toji will be shadowing me from now on.” You announced confidently. You almost think you should have made this decision from the very beginning. Everyone looked completely unmoved but also relieved that none of them would have to put up with the burden of teaching him anymore. 

After promising compensation and bonus pay for their efforts, the meeting concluded and you allowed the staff to leave the closing duties to you. One by one, everyone packed their belongings and headed home. You almost regretted shouldering all of the closing duties because the workload had tripled since you first started. However, you figured that your employees had been through enough stress for the week. 

After donning a tan apron, you grabbed a mop to begin wiping down the lobby’s wooden floors. Your body jolted at the sharp growl of the vacuum cleaner starting and you realized that you were not alone. Down the hallway, you saw the light for one of the private rooms still on and peered around the corner to take a peek.

“Toji…” You breathed. Unfortunately, the loud roar of the vacuum cleaner prevented him from hearing you as his back faced the doorway you were standing in. You scanned the room and noticed that it was absolutely spotless. The towels were neatly folded and the oils were refilled, prepped, and ready for tomorrow. Your eyes zoned in on his back as he raked back and forth. The dampness from his body made the shirt cling to his skin and fresh sweat traveled down the back of his neck. You watched the water track through his shirt like a tall stone fountain as the sweat traced each curve of his muscle. 

He began to unbutton his top and it fell past his shoulders, snapping you out of your trance. You walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You gritted mentally wishing for him to continue but you let reason take control. 

“It’s damn hot.” He complained as he turned to face you, letting the white shirt hang down on his elbows. As his body turned square to you, you became face to face with a swollen bare chest that blocked your entire vision. Your eyes trailed down to stone sculpted abs that were practically begging to be touched. You took in a shaky breath. 

“I mean what are you doing here?” You continued while your eyes still failed to meet his. The shape of his body was hypnotizing and the prominent etch of his v-line left promise of a treasure to uncover. 

His hand raised and pinched your chin to raise your eyes to meet his. The mischievous glint in his eyes showed that he knew that you liked what you saw. He hovered over your neck and dabbed his tongue, slowly tracing up your neck, tasting you. You grabbed his chest as a reflex. With a low groan, he paused after meeting up at your jawline. His free hand traveled down and firmly clawed your ass and he nibbled at your earlobe. You bit your bottom lip as a strained groan echoed from your chest.

“Mmm. I think you are worried less about why I’m here, lady boss. And wondering what I plan to do.” He chuckled darkly in your ear before kneading your ass. “You look like you’re afraid I’m going to eat you.” He teased while using his body to push you up against the wall next to the doorway.

He let his shirt fall to his feet and cupped your face. Toji hovered his face close enough where his nose gently brushed yours and took in a strained breath. He pushed his knee in between your thighs and allowed your heat to soak his leg. Your hands curled on his chest as if you were begging him to do something. He obliged and locked his lips with yours. His tongue bullied its way into your mouth as he dragged his hand back to your rear to grind your heat against his leg. He pulled his lips back and left soft pecks up your jawline.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Bad girl. Getting turned on by your own employee.” He whispered against your ear as your forehead fell into his shoulder. He was right, he was taking control over you. And you intended to fix that. You traced your hand down to scout his groin and your hand twitched as you landed on something firm and throbbing. 

“Look at this employee getting turned on by his boss.” Your hand began to massage up and down the outline of his cock. And he hissed as his head rested against the wall behind you. His hand that cupped your face now squeezed your shoulder as a long “fuck” escaped his lips. 

Suddenly, Toji felt something cold. He looked down and saw that you pushed the master keys to his chest.

“Lock up when you’re done here for me?” You giggled sinisterly before escaping his grasp. You gathered your things and hastily left out the front door leaving Toji alone and dumbfounded. 

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Toji

Toji knew he was in trouble when he first saw you. Sitting back on the massage chair in the private room, he began to reminisce on the first day he met you. You had just opened your massage spa and was starting out with steam. 

The only problem was that you often did closing time by yourself and unfortunately, you had a few guests who tried to take advantage of that fact. They waited until closing to get you alone. They cornered you away from your car and luckily, Toji, who was already in a bad mood from losing at the casino, was wandering about that night. When one of them brandished a weapon, Toji fell into action, knocking both guys out and waited with you while you called the police. Originally, Toji was going to demand some money as a reward but after he got a breathtaking look at you, he figured the debt was already paid. 

He stuck around and you all chatted while waiting for the police to show up. Once they did, Toji had mentioned how he had to leave and pick up his son who was being looked after by a neighbor. You gave him your number and offered to help him with whatever he needed and eventually, he made the call.

Currently, he was breathless as his head fell back against the massage chair. His pants pulled down to his knees as he violently yanked his cock into submission. 

“Nngh…ah…fuck me…” Curses spilled from his mouth as his member throbbed and ached with seed. Seeing you today was the last straw to his sanity. He knows he broke so many rules but his body moved before his mind could talk some sense into it. He memorized the way you tasted, the mold of your ass on his hand and the moan you tried to bite back when he played with it. His hand moved faster. 

Heavy groans drummed through his chest as his veins pulsed. He fantasized about all the ways he planned on taking you today. He wanted you to feel the cold glass door against your chest as he rutted into you from the back. He damn near wanted to take you in front of all the other employees as one massive ‘fuck you’ when they argued against him being there.

Because he knew you would defend him and he absolutely loved it. The way you stood firm and dismissed all of their doubts about him drove him wild. He jerked faster and started gasping for air. He clawed his bangs back as sweat beaded his forehead. Toji wishes you stayed. He wished that he didn’t go through this torment alone. Because if you did, he knew that you wouldn’t regret it. If you stayed, he would be able to taste more, prod more, pull more of those delicious moans from your lips. If you stayed, he would’ve gladly got down on his knees and swiped his tongue over your-.

“Ah…fuck!” Toji quickly reached over to a folded towel to catch his seed. He continued to jerk and massage until he was fully spent into the towel. You completely had him under your control.

And he would do anything you asked.

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Reader POV

You took one last look in the mirror before tugging on your fitted black dress. You attempted to at least fasten it around your thighs but it kept rising up in protest. You admitted defeat, convincing yourself that it’s just going to be a short night out anyways. 

Utahime had invited you out as an apology for lashing out earlier. But in reality, you think she just wanted an excuse to chug down a few beers. Either way, you needed a nice break from work. Even though you created a calm and relaxing atmosphere, the actual workload is anything but that. 

You arrived at the local nightclub and found Utahime along with your other employees huddled in a booth against the wall. You had hoped all of the tension from earlier had passed and everyone was open to having a good time. 

“Hey strangers.” You laid your purse onto the table and slid into the rounded booth. You felt arms wrap around your shoulders as Utahime fell slack against your shoulder. You searched the table noting that the invitation was not extended to Toji. Not like it was surprising. 

“Boss!~ Listennnnn! Did you know Choso ignored my calls?! I had to stake out his house and kidnap him to come with me.” She whined. Her breath reeked of alcohol and all you could wonder is how she managed to drink this much in just 30 minutes.

“Thank you for confessing to your crimes.” Choso tipped his glass towards Utahime who flipped him off in response. The two continued to bicker as your eyes honed in on Nanami who sat at the edge of the booth completely isolating himself from the conversation. He looked more relaxed as held a glass up to his lips while it seemed like he was distracted by something.

“Something wrong?” You spoke up, however not enough to shock Nanami out of his gaze. 

“That guy.” Nanami began. You turned your sight to meet the target of his stare and landed on a very familiar face. “Doesn’t he come by the spa often? I can’t forget his face.” Nanami’s words began to zone out as you made eye contact with the man.

White, silvery hair that fell softly on his shoulders and blush fuchsia eyes that dripped with seduction. He stood back up against the bar with his arms splayed against the counter behind him. He wore a burgundy button up with white pants and paraded expensive gold piercings while a matching white jacket draped across his shoulders. Relaxed and powerful as his figure towered over those surrounding him. You blinked twice as he made eye contact with you and you felt a little flushed as he caught you staring. He gave his head a gentle nod up signaling you to join him. 

Nanami huffed as he watched the entire interaction take place. Your head snapped towards him as he took a slow sip of rum and coke from his glass. He placed his cup on the table and sat back against the booth. 

“Well? Aren’t you going to join him?” Nanami asked, gazing up at you from under his eyelashes. He abandoned his glasses and his blonde hair was slightly tousled from him dragging his hand through it often. 

“Ha! Working hours are over so that means I’m the customer now.” You argued and signaled the waiter to order yourself margarita. “But I wouldn’t expect a workaholic to understand that.” You joked while resting your chin on your palm. 

Nanami clicked his tongue while Utahime howled in laughter. Choso was resting his head on the table while Utahime tried to push him to take one more sip. 

“One margarita.” The waiter placed your drink on the table as you fumbled through your purse to find your card, doubting Utahime is sober enough to keep her promises. 

“Every drink at this table is on me.” The voice belonged to none other than the handsome acquaintance from across the room. Tengen Uzui. The owner of the club who comes by the spa often. Lately, he has been a household name, opening up newer clubs left and right. Surely, he could afford his own household masseuse but he still faithfully supports your spa. 

“We are not doing this again, Tengen.” You sighed as he offered to pay for your drinks like he usually does. You felt a small slap on your shoulder. 

“Yes the hell we are! Remember the tab was on me!” Utahime whispered loud enough to gain a jovial laugh from the tall white haired man. He placed his hands on his hips and leaned. 

“It wasn’t for free, little manager. Let’s just say I’m expecting a free pass to whoever I want the next time I come.” A naughty smirk painted his lips as his request only spoke trouble. Luckily, he had the money to afford that kind of trouble and you figured that he wouldn’t ask for anything too unreasonable, right ?

You practically chugged down your drink with hopes to have a clearer answer to his request. You slammed the glass on the table and you almost choked at the sting of the alcohol. An outstretched hand interrupted your thoughts.

“Dance with me. Talk to me about it with your body.” Tengen urged wickedly. You heard a whistle from Utahime and a scoff from Nanami as you took Tengen’s hand and headed to the dance floor. 

The crowd prevented you from venturing too far and Tengen didn’t waste any time to pull your back into his chest. He snaked his arms down and around your body and leaned over to be leveled with your neck.

“Did you ignore me earlier on purpose? I must say, I didn’t know you were so heartless.” Tengen fasted his hands on your hips and swayed your body to the music. You didn’t miss the hint of humor in his voice as he pressed you. 

“The rich and popular Tengen had his feelings hurt by a small spa business owner. I’ll add it to my list of achievements.” You joked. He began to drag his hand up your front and swiped your hair to the side for open access to your shoulder. 

“Well if I had it my way, you would be my own personal massage therapist.” He planted a small peck on your shoulder that left heat against your skin soon after he pulled back

“You know you couldn’t pay me enough to abandon my business.” You leaned your head back against him and allowed your body to get lost in the movements.

“I know that something is keeping you there. And I want to know what it is. I hope it’s interesting.” The last part of his sentence was barely audible. Tengen palmed your chin to force your gaze to meet his. His lidded eyes burned with desire as he leaned down to hover over your lips. Your heart started racing as his lips practically teased yours and you tensed against his body. 

He traced his thumb against your bottom lip and propped your mouth open. He slid his thumb through your pouty lips and allowed your tongue to dance over it. You wondered if it was the alcohol making you this bold or if the atmosphere of the club was making you feel a little reckless. Tengen responded wonderfully as a red hue colored his cheeks. 

His hand tightened against your hip as he tugged you back against his pelvis. He didn't hide the fact that he was turned on and made sure the crease in your ass felt every inch of his desire.

“I like this side of you, little manager.” He groaned and then tipped your head up and to the side exposing your neck and feverishly sucked on your nape. He suddenly bit down hard and a pained groan escaped your lips. You were thankful the music was too loud and the lights were too dark for anyone to notice. The bastard was trying to leave a hickey. 

You pushed yourself out of his grasp and held the place where he made his mark. He grinned sinfully and breathed another cheerful laugh.

“I wonder how the person you are protecting will react. I look forward to our next meeting very soon.” Following those ominous words, Tengen shoved his hands in his pockets and then disappeared into the crowd. 

_________

You spent all morning doing rituals to minimize the dark plum colored mark on your neck. Unfortunately, the cold spoon method only spread the kiss mark and you opted to just tie a white scarf around your neck for the day. Even though you feel like coming to work with a hickey was deeply unprofessional, that’s not why you tried your best to hide it. 

You were at war in your mind trying to convince yourself that having a hickey is nothing really to be ashamed of if you aren’t dating anyone but you still didn’t want Toji to get the wrong idea. 

Wait…Toji? 

You can admit that you let your guard down a little every time he tried to seduce you but you figured that he was just playing around. And you definitely didn’t want to be the idiot that mistook his constant advances for something more. Still, it’s best to stay out of trouble anyway. You constantly reminded yourself to keep things professional but it seems like these guys are trying to push your limit. 

Morning had transitioned to afternoon and you had already finished your 4th session of the day.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Rengoku! I hope to see you again soon!” You masked your typical business smile while handing a parting gift of essential oils and face masks to the tall blonde fiery haired man. Unlike your masqueraded smile, it seems like he’s the type that never stops smiling. Toji who is shadowing you didn’t hide his annoyance to the male patron.

“No, thank you! My good friend recommended this place to me and I have not been disappointed!” His booming voice seemed to carry across the room as he took your parting gift gladly. You couldn’t help but wonder who the good friend was as you accompanied Rengoku to the door, Toji closely following behind. You couldn’t help but feel his gaze piercing towards your neck in particular. You heard the sound of a car horn and you and Rengoku both turned towards the glass window.

“Speak of the little devil.” Rengoku laughed boisterously as we both watched the white haired man emerge from a flashy red and white Bugatti. You froze as you felt that your worlds were about to collide. Certainly, there is no way that Toji would be able to connect the dots between you and Tengen. Just in case, you tightened the scarf tied around your neck to secure it.

‘Little devil indeed.’ You mentally groaned as Rengoku exited the shop to strike up a conversation with Tengen outside. They began conversing as if they’d known each other for years. You felt a sharp pull on your arm and you were led into a dark supply closet.

Toji had turned on the dim light that hung from the ceiling.

“What are you-?!” You whispered as Toji pawed your scarf and yanked it off before you had time to react. You reflexively tried to raise your hand to cover the mark but Toji was faster than you. He held your wrist and pinned it against the wall.

“This shit was bothering me all morning.” He gritted with his eyes darting back and forth from the hickey to your face. You struggled against his grasp to regain your wrist back.

“I’m grown, I’m single and I’m hot. Do I really need to say more?” You snapped as he clicked his tongue. You’re not sure why you immediately started to explain yourself but you were willing to do anything for him to release your wrist. He dropped the scarf to the floor and tangled his hand into your hair and pulled your head violently to the side. He sucked harder on the same place where Tengen left the hickey. You winced at the pain as you squirmed against him.

“Ah-! Toji please…” You begged as he bit down, reactivating the throbbing pain of the mark. 

“Was it white hair?” He whispered against your neck and your jaw clenched. “I’m not a fucking idiot you know.” He then yanked your wrist to his lips.

“How many more marks do I need to add? Should I put one here so you can’t hide it?” He skated his lips against the pulse point of your wrist. “Is he special to you?” Toji asked, visibly frustrated. He slid his other hand down to your chest and your head fell back against the wall. He started kneading your breast at an excruciatingly slow pace as your free arm clutched his shirt. 

“W-We have an agreement.” You breathed as Toji skillfully slid his hand up under your white tunic shirt. He left fire in his path as he traced up your stomach to your bare chest. Toji used his thumb to leisurely toy with your nipple. Your breaths quicken as you forcefully pull Toji closer. A smirk grew on the corners of his lips and he proceeded to pinch the poor nipple. Your body jumped. He watched in amusement as he continued to flit and pluck against your chest and he brought his lips to the underside of your wrist.

He bit down. The bite was more painful than Tengen’s and you knew that he was being an ass to prove a point. A short scream fell from your lips as you quickly used your free hand to cover your mouth. Once Toji was done, he licked the painful mark he left and pecked it gently. 

“Now you have a new mark to worry about. And I hope it bothers you all damn day.” He ragged on. You felt heat meet your cheeks but not the heat of desire, the flames of anger. You pulled your wrist back and slapped him. A red mark washed over his cheek but then soon faded. He was frozen as his eyes remained wide and his jaw clenched. 

“Are you satisfied now? I have a business to run but you are doing everything in your power to make sure I can’t. It seems that I’ve let you run wild for too long.” You rubbed the mark that Toji left. He hasn’t moved and it was hard to read his expression because his bangs were shadowing his eyes. You heard the faint sound of a bell being rung and figured that Tengen had made it to the front desk. Hastily, you picked up the scarf and fastened it around your neck once more. You left Toji alone in the closet and made your way down the hallway. You pulled the mic of your walkie-talkie and clicked it on. 

“All staff please head to the front.” You gave orders to the staff, some of whom had probably just finished their current clients. Everyone filed into the lobby to meet with Tengen in order to make his decision. Toji was last to arrive as he took his place behind you. 

“Hello again, little manager! I see you kept our promise.” Tengen, who today sported a white button up vest with nothing underneath to accentuate the muscles on his arms. The vest was tailored to highlight the shape of his waist and fitted where you could almost see the outline of his abs. He wore white dress pants held up by a brown belt with matching brown loafers. His wrist was decorated with watches and rings and he of course wore his signature gold shackle earrings. He gave his trenchcoat to Choso who promptly headed towards the coat closet to hang it up. 

Tengen had eyed you up and down but his gaze fell on your wrist and you quickly hid it behind your other hand to hide the mark Toji left. Tengen’s eyes met yours again and a wicked smile played on his lips.

‘Busted.’ You thought as Tengen began to scan the faces of everyone in the lobby. His gaze stopped and looked passed you, clearly at the man behind you. Nervously, you turned your head to see Toji was not hiding his lethal glare towards Tengen whatsoever. 

“You will do just fine for today.” Tengen finally decided but you stepped in front of Toji before Tengen could continue.

“He’s still in training. He’s shadowing me for the day.” You interjected knowing that the effort is pointless. Tengen always got his way. He continued to the back towards the special private suite and bushed towards Toji. He placed a hand on his shoulder and Toji met him eye to eye, masking a bored expression.

“Then I look forward to being your test dummy.” 

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Reader POV

All of the rooms are sound proof to protect the privacy of the guest, however, the tension in the room was louder than the noise. Tengen, who had already changed into a white robe, settled himself chest first against the cushioned massage table. You assisted him with shedding the robe down his back and covering just above his rear. 

Tengen rested his face comfortably on the back of his palms as he soaked in all of your movements while keeping an amused eye on Toji. You used the palms of your hand to gently knead the back of his shoulders and he hissed and sighed at each motion. 

“Mmm…you’re so good at this. Yes…lower, little manager.” Tengen was often very vocal during his sessions but today he seemed to be especially playful. The moans that left his lips never failed to swell heat into your core as you felt encouraged to do more. You maneuvered your hands to his lower back and began to roll your knuckles over his tense back.

“Nnmmh! Harder…” He demanded while still keeping eye contact with Toji. It felt a little embarrassing that he was just watching because Tengen was not afraid to be blunt about his pleasure. At some point, you think Toji snapped. He marched over to the massage table and held your wrist. You paused and looked up at him in confusion.

“It’s time to switch.” He ordered and pushed you back gently to take over. 

“Turn around.” Toji ordered with the twirl of his index finger. Tengen obeyed and flipped onto his back, his robe now covering just above his groin. Toji walked over to the shelf housing the essential oils and lathered a eucalyptus scented oil all over his hands. He set the oil close by for reapplication. 

Toji got to work on his shoulders first and you were afraid that he was going to use too much force with the client again. However, only hushed groans left Tengen’s lips as he embraced all of Toji’s heavy handed massages, purposeful or not. Toji moved down his abdomen and then his thigh. By this point, Tengen’s member was standing at full attention. Large and thick enough to pitch a sizable tent within the robe. Toji paused, wondering how to massage his thighs without making any mistakes. Tengen noticed the long pause and spoke up first.

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better? Help me then, newbie.” Tengen challenged and with one swift motion, Toji pulled down the robe and let it hit the floor. Your eyes flew wide as Tengen’s eager cock bobbed free. 

“Toji-!” You started.

“Are you sure you want my help, rich boy?” Toji slid his slick palm up and down Tengen’s member and Tengen’s head fell back against the table. Toji circled his palm and began to pump Tengen slowly. Tengen’s hands clutched Toji’s palm as he began to drive his hips against Toji’s palm. The slick from the oil echoed a squelching sound through the room as desperate quick breaths spilled from Tengen’s lips. You couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes.

“Mmm fuck…I- I need something to hold on to. Ahh….tsss… little manager. Sit on my face.” Tengen ordered while in a daze. Red colored his cheeks to his ears as Toji was busy abusing his control over him. You froze, unable to decide whether to allow it to continue or to dismiss Toji for the day. 

“Do it, lady boss. We have to entertain our client, right?” Toji undulated his hand faster. Tengen’s jaw hung open while strained moans fell from his lips. You hesitantly unfastened your white tunic and allowed it to fall to your feet. You tugged your pants to the ground and you stood proud in nothing but underwear. Toji almost froze while eying you up and down and his hand slowed its pace. Tengen spotted you and bit down on his bottom lip hard.

“Shit…” Toji uttered while his eyes were glued to your body. Tengen motioned for you to come to him and when you didn’t arrive quick enough, he clawed you by your underwear and hauled you towards him. Tengen’s hand proceeded to breach the top of your panties and searched for your sensitive core. A desperate cry left your lips as he suddenly speared your drenched hole.

“Ah! Oh god!” You spread your thighs to properly sit yourself against Tengen’s large hand. Only 2 fingers barely piercing your core was enough to drive you crazy.

“Fuck…lady boss.” You heard a low groan and you saw Toji’s pants had already dropped to his knees. He was pumping his cock fiercely while burning the desperate moans that escaped your lips in his memory. Tengen, hungry for your attention, yanked your underwear down for you to step out of them and clawed you by your ass to motion you to mount him. You pressed your hands on his chest while you swung your leg over his face and hesitantly lowered yourself. Tengen was obviously low on patience as he used both hands to drag your dripping core to his lips. 

His wet tongue swiped once before his firm grip on your ass tightened. You flinched almost hopping off of him but he held you still

“God, you taste amazing. You are always making others feel good, little manager. Mind if I try?” The heat of his breath hit your clit as he forcefully pulled your ass back down against him. He sucked and flicked your nub mercilessly and you squirmed in his grasp while murmuring quiet yes’s. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt ecstasy pool in your insides and you rode his face towards your climax. 

“Mmmf!!” Tengen’s body seized and then froze. Your head darted up and Toji, while pushing Tengen’s leg up, slid his slick cock now covered in more oil in Tengen’s hole. 

“Fuck….you’re tight. Mmm~…Isn’t this the massage you wanted, rich boy?” Toji purred as he rolled his hips, penetrating Tengen further. Tengen released a frustrated groan and lashed his tongue against your crux. Once Toji was fully seated, he raked his hand behind your head and pulled you into a lustful kiss. Yours and Toji’s tongues battled for dominance while Tengen continued to devour you from below. As Toji moved his hips, each slap jolted Tengen’s body and Tengen held onto your ass for dear life. He moaned against your core as he continued to sink his tongue into you like a rabid dog. 

Your hips moved in tandem against his mouth and your thighs tightened. Your hands curled against Tengen’s chest as your eyes screwed and nose scrunched and a pregnant groan escaped from your mouth into Toji’s. While riding out your high, Toji left a family of kisses against your jawline while Tengen licked up all that your core had to offer. Toji pulled back releasing himself from Tengen and assisted you as you attempted to dismount him. After you and Toji were standing upright, he pulled you into another passionate kiss. Your hand searched for Tengen and proceeded to massage his member once more.

Toji leaned to hover over your ear. He was clearly losing patience and his sanity was wearing thin by the minute. 

“Bend over while you do that.” He ordered in a voice so deep and dark it almost frightened you. He was desperate for a release and was going to make sure you were the one that gave it to him. You made your way around the other end of the table and used the edge to hike your ass in the air. You regained control over Tengen’s cock and teased it against your lips. You felt Toji looming behind you as he slapped his dick against your ass. He pushed your lower back down and raised your hips while he positioned himself at your entrance. 

“Scream my name while you choke on his dick, gorgeous.” Without missing a beat, Toji pushed himself through your sensitive entrance while pulling your hips back towards him. The stretch of his cock left your mouth hanging open as pained moans were pulled from your chest. Toji’s head fell back as a guttural moan poured from his lips. Tengen took advantage of your perpetually opened mouth and shoved his dick through it. Toji began to move his hips without mercy and the silk from the oil allowed him to move in and out with ease.

“Fuck….oh god…take it.” Toji uttered a brood of curses while slamming himself inside you over and over again. You're a slobbering mess all over Tengen as he directed your head on his cock. Heavy groans came from Tengen as he applied more force to your head, picking up speed.

“Yes baby. You’re doing sooo good.” Tengen sighed as he fucked into your mouth. His hand released your head and he rested his forearm across his eyes, shielding them. You tried your best to hold your body still to focus but you were simply being rammed senselessly by Toji from behind. He paused briefly to discard his shirt and then leaned over you. He dragged his hands up your chest and under your bra and started toying with your nipples. He rolled his hips slowly but deeper and you felt him thrust himself so far he was ghosting your stomach. Hot tears pierced your eyes as you briefly paused from sucking Tengen. 

“Don’t lose track of work.” Toji warned as he took over and clawed your head, forcing you to push down against Tengen once more. He did this rhythmically and continued to slam his hips while bobbing your head. A sea of screams fell from your lips while Tengen covered his mouth to diminish his moans. 

“I’m so fucking close…!” Toji groaned as he released your head and stood up straight. He latched onto your hips and rampaged against your core. He struck your ass repetitively and left a painful sting before pulling you back against him again. Over and over and over-.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy.

“Mmm…do you think you can hold it all for me?” Toji panted but didn’t allow you time to respond as he plunged deep inside of you, drenching your walls with his seed. A labored moan fell from his lips and it felt like forever while he released his spend. As soon as Toji slipped out of you, Tengen pulled your arm and hauled you against his chest. 

“That’s not good customer service. Let me come too.” Tengen whispered as he took you by your waist and flipped you over, with your back now against the table. Tengen slid his cock against your core gathering the mixture of Toji’s spend, the oil and your climax all on his dick. He pushed his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back before piercing your entrance once more. You gripped hard against the plush of the table and your back arched up as a large Toji was replaced by a large Tengen. 

Tengen’s eyes screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. A thick groan fell from his mouth and his grip against your knees tightened.

“Dammit. Who told you to feel this good?” Tengen began to thrust his hips mercilessly as your body slid up and down against the table. He pinned you down with his eyes, while he looked both lost in a trance and focused. Tengen watched wildly as your distressed moans filled the room. He looked like an unshakeable force as he used your body to egg on his climax. Toji emerged next to you, his member is still dripping with seed. You brought his member to your lips and licked him clean. 

Tengen switched to holding your hips as he moved at an impossible pace. 

“Will you take all of me too? Do you want that? Hm?….fuck…oh fuck me…” Tengen began spewing endless curses and his thrusts became more powerful. You felt him swell within you and he froze. He leaned over to cup your chin to face him and drove his tongue down your throat. With short and shallow thrust, Tengen faltered, he stopped and continued to thrust again almost like his climax was too much for him to finish. His head fell next to yours and pained whimpers fell from his lips. 

“Yes…oh god…yes…yes…yes.” Tengen pleaded before dragging your core against him and a strained endless moan echoed against your ear. Tengen proceeded to decorate your inner walls with his seed. He collapsed on top of your body.

Toji placed his hand on his shoulder and pulled him up. Tengen obliged and pulled out to stand up and catch his breath. You laid on the table motionless from your body being abused in every way. You couldn’t even move your arms to push yourself off the table. You were extremely spent and fucked out of your mind.

“There is still 45 minutes left of your session. Are you up for another round?” Toji asked and Toji and Tengen looked down at you sinfully.

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Taken aback, you stutter your name and he laughs lightly. “Such a pretty name!” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pen and notebook before scribbling down your information. “Since it’s your time here–”

Your brow furrows and you interrupt him, “How do you know it’s my first time?” 

“Oh,” Nirei flushes as he ducks his head behind his notebook, “I would remember you.” When your skin heats up and you protest no further, he continues, “So, uh, since it’s your first time here, I have a few questions. Have you ever been to a Host Club?”

“Ah– no.”

“No worries, princess! There’s gotta be a first time for everyone, right?” He gives you a sweet smile and motions you to follow him to a nearby booth, the only one, it seems with a table at its center. He waits for you to take a seat and takes his place across from you. “Can I get you something to drink or eat?”

You look around to see the large open room lined with several booths akin to the one you’re sitting in. It’s still early in the evening and not many are occupied. Across the room is a young lady flanked by what looks to be a set of twins, one who seems to be whispering in her ear while the other one is toying with the low cut v of her blouse. 

Near the back of the room is a young lady sitting on the lap of a blond with a bowl cut who was listening to headphones, completely ignoring the girl petting at his chest. The girl yanks on the lollipop in his mouth and sticks it into her own earning a scowl and his fist into her hair. 

There’s a large open area in the center of the club with no indication of what it could be used for. You doubt much dancing would be had in a place like this. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Nirei clearing his throat. “Are you alright, princess?” 

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I asked if you would like anything to eat or drink?”

“Water’s fine.” 

Nirei’s face softens, but he nods. “I’ll be right back.” He excuses himself and heads to the back of the club through large double doors giving you enough time to let your eyes and mind wander once again. You spot the blond with the headphones again. He’s got his girl arched against him, her chest pressed against his with his hand gripped firmly in her hair. You can see the club’s lights reflecting in the tears on the apples of her cheeks. They’re too far away, but you can read his lips clear as day: You wanna be a fuckin’ brat, then I’ll treat you like one.

Your skin burns with those words spit in your face, especially here, out in the open where anyone could hear, or anyone could see.

“Water, as requested,” Nirei chirps when he returns with a tray full. There’s an empty glass and a bottle of expensive imported water, but there’s also small plates of tea cakes and sandwiches. “It’s not good to be nervous on an empty stomach. Kotoha insisted I bring these out.” He places the tray in front of you and retakes his seat. “She’s the best chef, so please try some!” 

“Thank you, Nirei.” You smile at his preening and take a sandwich as he pours you a glass of water. The cucumber sandwich is simple, but delicious. “It's very tasty. Please thank her for me.”

Nirei blooms as he smiles wide. “I will!” He pulls out his notebook once more and the sweet man that greeted you at the door turns a little more serious. “Now then, princess. Tell me, why are you here?” 

Your eyes flicker back to the blond behind him, which Nirei catches. He turns enough to see and hums. “I see. Is that exactly what you want? Kaji’s specialty is brat taming. He’s rough and does well with punishment.” When he turns back to you, he snickers at your shell-shock. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“You’re so nonchalant about it all!”

Nirei’s pouty lips form an ‘o’ before his entire face wrinkles into a smile. “Well, that’s what we’re here for, princess. We’re here to fulfill whatever your heart desires. We want to make you happy and we can’t do that if we pair you up with someone who is incompatible, hm?” He tilts his head and gives you a playful wink once he sees the idea finally click in your head. “So, is Kaji someone you’d like to meet?”

You give the blond in the back – Kaji – one last look. He has his young lady on the floor between his legs now, two of his fingers hooked into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as he grins down at her. 

Quickly, you shake your head, “Maybe not that rough.”

“Hmm.” Nirei tilts his head and looks you over. “Not that rough, but you don’t mind the humiliation?” He sees you swallow thickly but you don’t protest. “Do you like degradation or praise?” 

Your eyes fall to the table as you feel your skin burn brighter than ever before. Nirei, this sweet looking man, is asking the most intimate questions without batting an eyelash. And he waits for you, patiently, letting you gather your thoughts or your courage, whichever you need, to answer. “Praise.”

“Any hard limits?”

“I– uh,” you choke on air. “How far do you go here?”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. “You heard me. We’re babysitting.” You then gestured to the little girl holding onto your leg. “This is my niece, Anna. We’re going to be taking care of her today.”

Samatoki stared at her before he shook his head. “Yeah, no. I don’t do little kids. You’re on your own. I'll see you later.”

As he turned to leave, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. In a low, threatening voice, you said, “I don’t remember asking you to help me. I remember telling you that we’re babysitting. I’m not doing this alone. And if you don’t help me, I will kill you.”

Samatoki grit his teeth but you could see the fear in his eyes. “You really wanna say that in front of a little kid?”

“Auntie Y/n always makes jokes like that!” Anna exclaims with a giggle. You laughed, your whole terrifying demeanor changing in the blink of an eye.

“Of course! Now what do you want to do today, Anna? Auntie Y/n and Uncle Xiaojun will make all of your wishes come true!”

“Whoa, hey! I’m not an uncle-” You glared at him and Samatoki swallowed his protest. “But I suppose today I am.”

“I want waffles! And I want to go to the park!” She exclaimed before taking both of your hands and dragging you out of your apartment.

You grinned at Samatoki, “Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely not.” He muttered, but let the kid drag him anyway. He'd rather not have to deal with your fury today.

The three of you visited a cute little cafe not too far from your apartment, where Anna got waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. You ordered yourself a pastry and some coffee, while Xiaojun just stuck to black coffee.

“Not hungry?” You cooed, a teasing lilt in your voice

He shook his head before drinking his coffee. “Not for any of that crap.”

“Wow! These waffles are so big!” Anna squealed with delight. She put a bite in her mouth before squealing again. "And they're so delicious too!"

You smirked at him as you drank your own coffee. “See? The food is delicious! You should get something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Considering I’m the one who paid for it, I can do whatever I damn well please and I'm having coffee.”

“Whatever you say, Samatoki."

After you finished eating, Anna dragged you both to the park down the street. Upon arriving, you sent her on her way to go play on the playground. You and Xiaojun sat on a bench nearby to keep an eye on her as she played.

“So why are we babysitting?”

You shrug, watching you niece play with some of the other kids on the playground. “My brother had an important meeting today and he couldn’t find a babysitter last minute. I offered to help out.”

“Even though you knew we were going to be spending the day together?” He asked, though he didn't sound as angry as he did earlier.

You chuckled, still not looking at him. “Maybe this was a test.”

“A test?”

“To see what kind of father you’d be.”

A light blush adorned his cheeks as he started sputtering. “You can’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

You laughed. “I know but you’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this!”

“Well aren’t you a fun couple?” A mom passing by with a stroller chuckles. “I remember when my husband was in his rebellious phase too. You know, I wish he kept his tattoos, like your husband did. Nevertheless, I’m glad you got yours to settle down with you as well!”

Samatoki’s blush only darkened. “Hey, we’re not-”

You latched onto his arm and laughed. “Yes, I am truly blessed to have such a great husband like Samatoki here! I’m hoping that by hanging out with my niece he might want one or two of his own, you know?”

“Well good luck!” She cheered before moving along.

Samatoki turned to yell at you. "What the hell was that all about?! Are you crazy?! That was so embarrassing! Why did you have to make me look all soft like that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please. None of what I said was a lie.”

He continued to stutter as he tried to come up with a witty comeback. “You, wha-but, I-”

“Auntie Y/n?” Anna came up to the both of you rubbing her eyes. “I’m ready to go home now.”

Patting her head gently, you picked her up and balanced her on your hip. Taking Samatoki’s hand, you pecked his cheek and smiled. “Let’s go home, tough guy.”

"Fine." He muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "But you still owe me a day all to myself with you."

"We'll see."

"I mean it."

"I know you do." You snicker. "I'll see what I can do, husband."

However, there was one thing the world already knew, Rin Itoshi was careful with the media. He's meticulous when he goes out, the paparazzi can't even get a single piece of information out of his private life. (The world turned upside down when a stolen shot of him was sent to the media.)

Though Rin Itoshi was meticulous with hiding, he didn't want to miss your graduation ceremony. Seeing you bask in the joy of graduation with friends and batchmates.

He was proud of you, even though he always scolded you when you didn't have enough sleep, forcing you to eat real food because you've been on noodles since last month.

He was willing to give up his private life in order to watch you give your speech as a valedictorian. (wow ...)

And as you ascended into the stage, the speech you wrote you held in your left hand, and the dainty 'clack' of your heels echoed the silent crowd.

You thanked the dean, the professors, and the staff welcomed the graduating students like you, and wished them a happy graduation.

As you near the end of the speech you want to give acknowledgment to a special someone.

"As the speech comes to an end, I want to thank someone very special who has been there for me throughout this journey. Their constant support, encouragement, and belief in me have always given me strength and inspiration. Whether it was studying late at night, feeling unsure, or celebrating achievements, their presence made a big difference."

Rin felt his eyes becoming teary, his face in a blushing mess, and that tight-lipped smile he'd always wear when he's happy.

You continued,

"To my partner, thank you for your endless patience, love, and for always believing in me, even when I struggled to believe in myself. This achievement is as much yours as it is mine."

You bowed, and the crown erupted into claps, awed by the heartwarming speech you had given on this day. You went down the stage to thank your professors and celebrate with your friends. However, you failed to notice Rin, your lover, walking into the crowd with a bouquet in his hand.

The crowd gasped, and someone pointed out shouting, "LOOK IT'S THE ATHLETE !" getting your attention. You gasped, it was Rin.

He walks towards you and hands out his bouquet with your favorite flowers. Congratulating you, and wishing you a happy graduation.

"y-you came..."

"how could I miss my girlfriend's graduation? congrats, baby ..."

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