Open the windows, strip the bed, clear out the takeaway boxes, and vacuum. You moved quickly since there was no telling how long they’d take in the shower. Every minute counted.

The shower rooms at Jujutsu Tech were far larger than necessary and could feel very cold and dystopian. When Gojo and Geto first started dating, taking showers together had been their own "boy time”. An opportunity to share playlists, discuss missions, be together in an intimate and vulnerable way. They always came out gleaming with joy and love for one another and as their girlfriend, you loved to see it.

Obviously, it’d been a while since Geto agreed to it. Nowadays he seemed to prefer quickly washing up late at night. You were honestly a little surprised Gojo managed to change his mind for the day, but you suppose that’s a lesson learned. Never underestimate the strongest!

Put on fresh bed sheets and move on to the desk. Stacks of dirty plates and mugs. It broke your heart to imagine your love living in these conditions, but you understood. You’d had your own moments of vulnerability that made even feeding yourself feel like too big of a task. So you didn't mind the cleanup. In fact, you were happy to finally get the opportunity to be there for him. Do something to help him!

“What the hell?” your boys were standing in the door. Despite his confusion, Suguru looked eternal. The wet hair, broad shoulders, towel hung loosely at his waist. All these years spent loving the boys never managed to take away the knot you felt in your stomach seeing them like this.

"Y/N! This place looks so good. My room isn’t even this clean!”

“No wonder ‘Toru! You’re a disaster when it comes to keeping cleanliness.” you joke

“I will pretend I didn't hear that. In fact, gimme those dishes! There we go. Good, I’ll go wash these in the kitchen and I'll be back. That’s not something a dirty person would do!”

You laugh and yell after him in the hallway

“You wouldn’t have to prove anything if you truly hadn’t heard me!”

“Sorry, busy cleaning! Talk to you later!”

Geto giggled at that.

“How was the shower?” you smile

“It was good. Thanks for cleaning! I’m uh… sorry about… all of that!” a tinge of embarrassment could be sensed from him, but you didn’t say anything

“My pleasure. Don’t even worry about it.”

You take 3 steps forward. You’re close enough now to run your fingers over his bicep. In this moment it dawns on you just how heavily his absence had impacted your life. The feeling of his damp skin right under your fingertips, he felt real in a way you hadn’t experienced in months. You’ve missed him so much.

“If you ever need help cleaning again, you can call us. " You tilt your head up to look at him. Geto’s looking at you too and you can tell he got the message. It wasn’t about cleaning at all. “Just call. It’ll be fine.”

He nods, pursing his lips like words are waiting to spill out of there, but he can’t quite manage. You kiss them anyways, and his arms wrap around you with such force and love. Maybe a tinge of nostalgia too. One kiss communicated more than words ever could and that was enough. You loved this man with your entire heart, and he did too.

Gojo’s footsteps are heard, coming back up the hall and you both break away

Everything is too unbearable now. Exorcising curses took too much energy, and it was just unpleasant in general. Their gross bodies morphed into nothing short of monsters. Nobody wanted to hang out anymore. Everyone was too busy, and even if they asked, you don't think you'd go. You just don't think you could pretend to be happy long enough to see anyone. You spend ungodly amounts of time in your dorm. You barely even leave your bed. You can't; there's no reason to. You have no one. Sometimes it's as if the bed is swallowing you whole, and it feels too impossible to get out of it. You can't remember the last time you ate a proper meal that wasn't the junk snacks you stored in your room, but you're running out, and you don't feel like going out to get more. The idea of starving is becoming more and more welcome. You still feel a slight sting on your arms and thighs from all the fresh, untreated cuts. The razor blade you used is crusted with old blood from previous uses. You haven't changed your clothes or brushed your teeth, or just done anything hygienic in a week. You're practically sitting in your own filth. You feel disgusting. You are disgusting.

You've been staring at it for a while now. The roof beam in your room that's slightly unhinged. It's calling to you. It's whispering sweet promises you know it can fulfill. It's telling you it can set you free from all this pain. It can set you free from this anguish. It's telling you that if you tie the knot, if you let go, you'll finally feel truly free. A feeling you've been craving ever since you got into this pit of despair. Something inside you is telling you not to listen, that this is wrong. Taking your own life isn't the answer, that there's other ways out of this, but the thought of actually trying to get better? It's daunting. And this quick fix is just so tempting. You feel the last bit of restraint slipping away. Is this what's best for you? Your grandpa won't care. He doesn't care about anyone except his status with the higher-ups. You haven't spoken to your mom in months. Your dad is dead. Who is left to care? Your friends? They're too caught up in their own heads. You'll just be another sorcerer they used to know that died.

You tied your loose bed sheet into a noose. You tested it to see if it worked. It slipped when you pulled it. You rolled over your desk chair so it would be directly under the loose beam. You wobbled a bit when you went to stand on the chair. Once you were steady enough, you hooked the sheet around the beam. You struggled to tie it since you were still a little short, but you managed. After tugging on the sheet a few times, you decided it was sturdy enough. You hung onto the makeshift noose for a minute. Just staring at it. This was your salvation. You licked your chapped lips. Then put the noose on like you would a necklace. You took a deep breath in, butterflies in your stomach erupting. You started to shake, whether it was from nerves or the unstable chair, you weren't sure. You closed your eyes and were about to kick the chair out from under you when you heard a knock and then the door open. Your eyes shot open, and you froze.

"Your grandpa wants to-" Geto had frozen too when he saw you. There was nothing you could say right now that could excuse the position you were in right now. He muttered your name. "What are you doing?" He said softly. You both knew the answer, but you still couldn't find it in yourself to move or say anything. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. He started to approach you, but stumbled on the stuff that was crowding your floor. He quickly looked back up to make sure you hadn't moved. He called out your name again. "Please get down. This isn't the answer." Tears welled up in your eyes.

"I can't do this anymore." You croaked. "There's nothing for me in this cursed world. We both know how bad and rotten it is." Geto paused. How can he save you right now? He can barely convince himself life is worth living, but he can't watch another person he knows die. Geto broke out in a cold sweat. He had started to panic.

"I can help you; you just need to come down from there." He pleaded, getting closer to you.

"How are you supposed to help me? You have the same tired look. Everyone does! Why do you even care? You don't know me!" You cried. Wobbling a bit on your chair. Geto's eyes flickered down to make sure you wouldn't fall.

"We can help each other!" He sputtered without thinking. His purple eyes flicked back up to your face. "Yeah, we can help each other; we can talk each other through this. We can be there for each other. You don't have to be alone. We don't have to be alone." He spoke as if this was the first time he was hearing this idea. "We can be each other's reason to keep going, if only for a little bit." You bit your lip. Could you even seriously take your life in front of him? Even if you did kick the chair out from under you, he'd save you, then you'd have to go to the hospital, and then everyone would know. There was only one thing worse than a suicide: a failed suicide attempt. You stared at Geto for a moment, then you wiggled your head out of the noose. Then you slowly tried to get down from the spinning chair. He reached out a hand to help you down. You hesitantly grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you down. "You should get out of here for tonight. You can sleep in my room, and we'll figure this out in the morning, okay?" He suggested. Still holding your hand.

"Okay." You hiccuped, tears still streaming down your face. He let go of your hand and put it on your shoulder.

"Just follow me." He walked you to his room slowly. Once you were inside his room, he tried to sit you on his bed, but then you remembered you were absolutely disgusting.

"Wait, I.. I need to shower." You stuttered. Covering your mouth, hoping he couldn't smell you. This whole situation was becoming mortifying.

"Okay, do you need a change of clothes?" He asked.

"Nothing of mine is clean..." You uttered, shame coursing through your veins at the confession. That you couldn't even take care of yourself. You saw Geto suffering, but even he held it together better than you.

"I'll give you some of my clothes." He said, letting go of your shoulder. He rummaged through his drawers, getting you a clean white shirt, grey sweatpants, and a towel. "Do you want a change of underwear too?" You clenched your teeth as your face warmed up. You just nodded, not able to say anything. You heard him open a different drawer. Then he handed you the pile of folded clothes. "Let's walk to the bathrooms, okay?"

"Okay." He put his hand back on your shoulder. He guided you to the women's communal bathroom. He stopped in front of the door. You looked up at him; he looked like he wanted to say something.

"Can... can I leave my foot in the door?" He asked. "I'm not trying to be a pervert, I just wanna make sure you don't hurt yourself." You bit your lip.

"Yeah, that's fine." You muttered. You opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. You didn't hear the door shut. You put the clothes down in the sink and took a towel with you. You draped your towel over the stall door, then walked inside.

You shed your clothes one by one. Then slung them over the stall door. You turned the faucet, and the shower sputtered to life. At first the water was freezing. You flinched away from the cold, and slowly waited for it to get warmer. Once it felt warm enough on your palm, you stepped back in. At first the water stung your open wounds. Then it slowly brought a warm comfort. A sort of cleansing feeling. Your lip wobbled. Tears started to pour from your eyes again. You tried not to make a sound but ultimately failed. Little sobs could be heard from the door.

Geto bit his lip; should he call out to you? Or give you space? He doesn't even know what you'd prefer right now because he barely knows you; you're just one of his underclassmen. Was this whole plan a bad idea? He was just saying the first thing he thought of. The only thing he could clearly think about at the time was making sure he wouldn't have to watch you die. He was being selfish; now he has to make sure you're safe, and hopefully get better. Can he even take care of you in his own state of mind? You were right earlier; he is tired. Tired of the vile taste of curses, tired of throwing himself into dangerous situations for ungrateful people, and he was mourning the death of Riko. Her death was still fresh in his mind. Why was he so unlucky with people dying in front of him?

"Geto?" You called from inside the bathroom. You successfully snapped him out of his daze. He didn't even realize the water stopped running.

"Yeah?"

"I'm.. I'm done." You said hesitantly. You were in a bit of a situation. The shirt had short sleeves. Your arms were on full display. You folded them in front of you, trying to hide the cuts, but it was no use. You just had to hope he wouldn't notice, but with your luck, you knew he would. When you stepped into his view again, he was silent for a moment. He had definitely spotted them.

"We need to get you to the infirmary." He mumbled. Your depression is worse than he thought.

"No. No one else can know. I don't want this to turn into a whole thing, and I get hospitalized." You rambled. You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. "You said you'd help me. Don't let them take me." You pleaded. He stared into your eyes for a moment before looking down at your arms. He sighed.

"Go wait in my room. I'll be right back." You trudged back to his dorm while he speed-walked to what you assumed was the infirmary. When you got to his dorm, you didn't exactly know where to sit. He was guiding you to his bed before, but it felt wrong to just sit there. So you just stood in the middle of his room and waited for him.

How were you supposed to help Geto? You barely know him. The only thing you know about him is that he carries the same look you do. That and a couple of weeks ago him and Gojo came back from a mission and weren't the same ever since. You heard that the star plasma vessel died, but what actually occurred during the mission? You didn't ask enough questions because you had already distanced yourself from everyone. This is a mess. You heard the door open, and you turned to face who opened it. Geto had returned this time with a first aid kit and a roll of bandages. He softly closed the door behind him.

"You can sit on the bed." He encouraged. You just nodded and sat down. He knelt in front of you. He popped open the lid to the first aid kit, then rummaged through the kit until he found antibiotic cream. He put some on his finger, then he gently reached for your right arm; he started to rub it on your fresher cuts. You just watched him as he worked. When he was done, he reached for the bandages and started to wrap them around your arm. "Is this too tight?" He asked, looking back up at you.

"No." You said barely above a whisper. He repeated the same process on your left arm. The bandages felt like a hug around your arms. It was a comforting feeling.

"Are there any more cuts anywhere?" He asked. You averted your eyes and looked down into your lap. You felt your cheeks get warm.

"On my thighs." You mumbled quietly.

"Oh..." he muttered. His throat felt tight. How had no one realized you had gotten this bad?

"I can do it myself." You said quickly. You took the cream and bandages out of his hands.

"I'll wait over, uh," He stood up and walked towards his desk. "Here." His back faced you. You pulled down your pants just to your knees and started to address the wounds. You fumbled a bit with the bandages, but you managed. You quickly pulled your pants back up.

"I'm done." He turned around to face you. Your eyelids felt heavy. The adrenaline rush was wearing off.

"You can lie down, it's okay." He reassured you.

"What about you?" You frowned. Realizing just how much space you were occupying. You bit your lip.

"I'll just sleep on the floor. I have extra blankets and pillows. I'll be fine." He walked over to his closet and pulled out a couple of blankets and pillows from the top. You watched him for a second. He started to lay out the pillows and blankets to something that resembled a bed. "I promise it's okay." You looked away and awkwardly got under the covers and laid your head down on the pillow. You were struggling to keep your eyes open at this point. "Good night." You heard him say.

"Night." You mumbled, giving in to sleep.

You and your friends were having such a nice night, you guys were walking out of a restaurant after a nice dinner full of laughter and joy as you guys made your way to the club. To be honest, you needed to get out and allow your thoughts to leave the idea of a certain woman. Oh, she had occupied your mind rent-free in a way your life became outside down the second she became apparently so busy she couldn't be found anywhere.

It pains you, really, you needed her like you needed air. Meeting her was one of the best and worst things that could have ever happened to you… she knew where, how, and what to touch, whisper, lick, and squeeze to make you tremble and squirm under her. She knew how to call you to make you obedient, needy and eager for her. She was your everything, but lately, she has been so busy, so distant, and it was killing you.

You let out a sigh, trying to focus on the happy chatter your friends have going on, it's been a while since you went out with them… between work, personal lives and a certain tall woman in your bed you haven't seen them because she became a plague, a desire, a priority in your day to day life. Fuck, you need to stop thinking about her. 'So… I hope I can get a good fuck tonight,' you comment to your friends, and they laugh, encouraging you to achieve that, and even some saying they hoped for the same for themselves. 'You do need a proper fuck, y/n, you've been so weird lately…' one of them replied, and it make you realise you haven't been as cautious with your affair as you thought you were. You laugh it off and tell her your job is making you go insane.

The only thing making you go insane is that she is not asking you out yet.

I mean, it's not like you need her… It's just… it would be nice if she did ask you out, make you her girlfriend, then her wife, her partner forever… you know, it would be a nice gesture; that would be better than the idea that maybe she was with another woman right now. Oh my god. What if she was with another bitch and that's why she hasn't been seeing you?

'Girl, you're making that sour face again; what the fuck are you doing at your job?' Another one asks, and you giggle dramatically, saying, 'New bullshit that I need to do as teamwork, they're incompetent'. Okay, the only incompetent was you for not having the ovaries to tell that girl you wanted her bad. But whatever. It is fine. You don't need her and her chaotic life in your lot. Of course not.

As you guys get closer to the club, the chatters turn into past experiences, anecdotes and some fun recollections of the youth. And yet, somehow, your brain can make her fit those thoughts, although she was never a part of them. You cannot be this desperate.

Honestly, yes you could, and maybe even the universe was tired of you and your internal whining cause and soon you guys were on the line of the club, close together to feel some warmth, gossiping about some loud coworker one of your friends has the miss fortune to share so many days with… your phone rings, but its, not your usually tone its the one you specifically set-up for her, to know when she was calling you obviously to make her wait as she does with you… and not because you were tired of getting your hopes up when it rang or sent a notification, and it wasn't her.

A smile creeps out of you, and although you try to keep collected and sound casual not only to her but also to your friends, the most cheerful tone can be heard when you answer with a 'yeah, hello?' 'Ah, my princess, I've missed that lovely voice of yours. You free? Wanna see you.' You giggle as a reply, waving goodbye to your friends without explaining anything to them, not even with the strange look they're all giving you. You turn around and start walking back home in a hurry. 'Hi, Ran! So happy to hear from you… I'm actually just getting home from a night out, so yeah, all free for you. What a fucking liar you are. But you didn't care, not now that she was back in your life.

'Perfect, just so perfect, baby... I'll be there, yeah? Wait for me all doll up' Happiness just runs like a rush inside your body. You mute the phone call to giggle and act like a teenage girl in love, although you're in public, and once you're calmer, you unmute the call. 'Yes, of course… I've missed you, you know?' 'Missed you too. See you in a bit.'

And with that, you rush back home, putting your phone in your purse, feeling so excited. She was back, finally, she said she missed you, fuck. Fuck. You may faint right now from the excitement. You get home, stumble up the stairs of the apartment building and start making everything a little bit more pretty, more organised; you also get on some lilac lingerie and pretend you were obviously not expecting her to come back one day… yeah.

The bell rings, and soon after, a message from her arrives: 'Open, baby.' You scream in your empty apartment, absolutely delighted this is actually reality, and open the door. Waiting patiently for her to appear up the stairs, for her to open the door and see you half-naked, for simply to be able to breathe her same air.

'Ah, my beautiful girl' she says, first thing when she discovers you waiting eagerly for her, the tall woman closes the door to your apartment and walks towards you, the sound of her heels and the beat of your heart in sync as she gets closer and closer, until her tall model figure is towering over you and you almost forget how to breathe. She was breathtaking, the most incredible piece of artwork turned human, a goddess pretending to be one of us. She holds your chin up and softly kisses your lips. 'Did you miss me much, doll?'

Ran wasn't stupid; she knew you were desperate, needy, and eager for her like a puppy in heat, but she liked you that way. Oh yes, she adored you actually. She liked pretty and needy things, and you just so happened to meet the criteria perfectly. You nod repeatedly, and she giggles, kissing you again, but with more passion this time; her hands wander and touch your well-known curves, and she leads you both to your bedroom.

She carries you in her arms easily, not struggling at all, as she lays you down on the bed, her hand running down from your belly to your left thigh, squeezing it. 'Fuck. You look so fucking good in lilac princess. So pretty for me.' You moan in reply, spreading your legs o so slightly to allow her a perfect view of your - already - gleaming pussy over the thin, semitransparent fabric of the lingerie. 'What a slut, that's what I love about you', she praises taking a slight step back to get rid of her gorgeous attire made up from a fur jacket, and a black corset as a top that allowed a perfect view to her boobs and a tight mini skirt that became the perfect invitation to her tattooed thighs. Fuck, wasn't she perfect?

Once the outside pieces of clothing are all across your wooden floor, she reveals her underwear or lack thereof; wearing only a thong as a bra would have ruined the outfit's vibe.

She gets back into the bed, crawling sensually towards you, and you trail backwards, feeling like some sort of prey that is about to be devoured by its predator. She holds your cheeks harshly with one of her hands, pulling you closer to her face and licking your lips with a smirk on her face. 'Now, now... don't run away from me, lil mouse. What's the fun of that, huh, baby?'

Your words attempt to leave your lips, but you're so infatuated by her presence that you can only Sutter to her entrainment; her hand travels from your face to your hair, pulling it harshly and making you whine loudly as she takes advantage of your sudden distraction by have her other hand play with your nipples. Teasing them over the fabric and laughing, amazed when they get hard, poking up, desiring for more. 'You're always so reactive to me, no one else can fuck you properly, now can they?' She teases, and you nod to confirm her theory; there was no one like Ran, and no one was able to make you feel what she did.

Ran smiles at you, leaving wet kisses across your neck as she shifts you to have your chest lying down on the bed, your face pressed on the pillow, and your back arched to leave a perfect view of your ass. 'Don't worry baby, I'm here to fuck you as you need. Good little princesses de serve a proper fuck, right?' You nod again, feeling on edge, untouched; your eyes focus on the figure of Ran, and although she smiles at you, loud smack land in your ass, making you scream loudly enough for her smile to get bigger. 'Now, I know I have been a bit absent, but you haven't forgotten how I liked you? Right, bitch?' 'N-no, no mistress, I'm sorry' 'Atta girl. So, you do deserve a proper fuck, my slut?' 'Yes!, mistress, and I deserve it. I need it, I need it so bad, please.' As a reward for your begging, she kisses your forehead while the same hand that smacks you leaves a soft massage on your ass cheek.

She leaves your sight soon after, moving fully behind you and taking away the lovely lilac panties you wore for this occasion. Savouring her lips while watching the tiny thread of wetness connected directly to your heat. 'My, my... What a treat I have for tonight', she speaks before leaving kisses across your cunt, humming with the flavour of your juices. Ran starts from one extreme to the other, ending in your clitoris and performing the magic of spelling her name with her tongue, making you decide to hold on to the pillow, moaning loud enough for her to know you enjoyed every second of attention she was giving you.

'Mistress.' You squirm when she starts to slurp your clit as two of her fingers make an entrance into your wet and needy cunt, stretching you open. Her fingers began slow and soft; with the stimulation of your clit you couldn't ask for more; maybe it was because you were too into Ran to moan loud and dumb with anything she did. Minutes later, your hips start to bounce back on Ran's long, slim fingers, needing more from her, and once Ran realises that she knows she has you where she wants you. She inserts a third finger and starts to move them more rapidly, moving her mouth away from her clit and going between your thighs, leaving marks and bites; your sounds get louder by the second she gets to play with you.

'Fuck... it's dripping down your thighs, and you haven't even cum yet... you're so fucking perfect for me, lil slut', She licks clean the trail of juices from your thighs, giving you another loud smack and making your eyes roll back. 'Ran… mistress- mistress, I wanna cum' you ask, feeling your climax already building up and not wanting to have one ruined, at least not right now, you beg between moans and sobs, being able to hear how Ran's fingers fuck in and out of you due to how wet you were. 'Mmm... really, doll? So quickly... you're happy that I've missed your pretty cunt. If not, I would have be using you for longer.' 'Thanks for being so- oh!~ understanding mistress!' You squeeze the pillow between your hands, feeling your body tense up as your lover's fingers do magic inside of your and her other hand pinches your clit with the perfect amount of pain to make you let out a whinny loud moan cumming all over her hand and wrist, getting her soaked with juices that she licks happily watching your body have little twitches post orgasm.

'Ah... I do need to make you fully mine.' She teases, turning your body around again, holding your legs together while she observes your face with mockery. 'You're... the perfect bitch, you'll make a good wifey and a toy, don't you think?' You whimper a weak 'yes' that gets almost muffled by soft sobs; Ran gets closer to your face, licking your smeared mascara and tears before spitting it back right your check. 'Okay then, wifey, after I'm done fucking your pretty brains out tonight, maybe we can talk about how cute you'll look with a tattoo of my name on your thigh... and also how pretty you'll look in a leash... fuck, I should have bought one.'