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soranihimawari · 1 year

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Every time

Loosely inspired by this cover

Notes: Inumaki Toge was always interesting to me

Word count: tbd

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x YN

Rating: 17+ acquaintances to lovers

Warnings: confessional kisses suggestive positions

The first time you encounter Inumaki, you notice him on the subway. He’s clearly wearing his school uniform, his hair is slightly disheveled, and his reusable burlap sack filled with light groceries seem to be on its last legs. He’s taller than you from what you gather and though his eyes look past you, whatever has had you in a foul mood suddenly dissipates over your head. This was the first time in three weeks you had noticed him. It’s a coincidence he’s boarding your usual B23 line right now, however from the stories your great grandfather mentioned when he was amongst the living, you knew people like Inumaki existed—

“Sorcerers, yn-chan. They’re more powerful than Shinto priests,” he says.

You were seven then when your childlike curiosity got a hold of you and you, being a fool, you break into the cemetery behind your grandmother’s house just to see the “curses” her father warned you about. Although now, a little over a decade later, you watch as Inumaki stands to leave, but before he does get off at the station for southern Roppengi, he feels a hand brush against his forearm.

Brilliant eyes stare down at you, intrigued brow raised at your boldness. You mouth out a “thank you” to him, signing a halo with your free hand, signifying the curse had dissolved. He nods, a calm smile crinkles his eyes as the train chimes signal the opening of the doors. You can see hints of a tattoo by what is exposed on his Cupid’s bow. His scarf flies behind him as the sudden breeze blows by.

Suffice to say Inumaki Toge is an interesting intellectual, yet when it came to rescuing his commute crush from a draining depressive curse, he chose to work up the courage to ask you for your phone number. You blink up with hopeful eyes before smiling to yourself at his phone. He doesn’t make a sound, but you can tell he’s shyly smiling to you through his scarf. His friend with blue eyes and a cosplay(?) sword strewn across his back gives you two a thumbs up.

“Classmate?” Your eyes bounce between the boy in front of you and his friend. He nods, lowering his scarf so you could see him mouth out “see you later,” and he waved at you promptly when their stop is called. You tell him to feel better so you can hear him talk, yet little do you know that the tattoos on the corners of his mouth are a family sign of what he does do post graduation…

Later that same week, you’re about to board the same train after your job at the netcafe concludes. You feel a familiar warmth behind you as you turn three-quarters away to see your now friend’s friend, the boy with large sad eyes give you a neutral worried stare.

“Inumaki got hurt,” okkatsu begins. “He asked me to find you.”

“You’re here to take me to visit, aren’t you?” Your voice is even though your nerves are making your mind worry. Inumaki, as you’ve learned, is quite proficient, kindhearted, and a little weird. Just a little, because as you’ve learned, he doesn’t talk much. Even if he does, it’s never toward you, his speech is always reserved for voice messages in the quiet of his dorm, like the one time he asked you to swing by during movie night. You do, and when you fall asleep curled into him, he stops himself from following his heart instead, even if you tend to curl into him a bit more as he adjusts himself to be a comfortable pillow for you. Together, you navigate the ingredient list of phrases he tells you, proving his efforts to talk normally are working. You’ve deciphered what a certain combination means on top of relearning sign language. You make a sign for “moon,” but you really tried to say, “I like you.” The message deciphered not more than three hours later when his classmates ask him about his crush confession. Inumaki blinks thrice and he stands up, furiously typing out how you signed “moon” and he agreed that the moon was pretty when he walked you home after your shift.

“Inumaki-San?” Okkatsu tilts his head to one side.

The others just laugh at the timing of their peer’s revelation.

Okkatsu knows as he walks the infirmary hall with you, he doesn’t want to tell you Inumaki was ambushed by a curse en route to the combini you frequent. Love is powerful, Okkatsu knows this, Inumaki and the rest know this. The shock is in the proof of the rage radiating off you as though you finally heeded your great grandfather’s ramblings. The stories he told you were true. Everywhere in the school halls had charms and when you see the school nurse raise an eyebrow at you and Okkatsu, she decides a phone call is in order to the principal and an old friend. You round the hall and find the occupied bed of a bandaged up Inumaki. Your aura dissipates to a rust dull hue, the anger is there and it manifests in a kitsune tail.

“Demon fox?” Rika whispers to Okkatsu who leaves to give you both some time.

Inumaki struggles to breathe a bit, until you place your steady hand on his chest.

“I’m right here,” you tell him. “I’m here now, Toge.”

His breathing steadies, a soft smile on his lips when he says your name. You stifle a snort as you caress his relaxed features. Waving your free hand above his forehead. A few witnesses sees into the room externally, curious blue eyes crinkle in delight. Perhaps the curses lingering around the patient seem to dissipate as your subconscious rage forced them to catch fire and fizzle out.

“Curious indeed Shoko-chan,” gojo’s voice comes through the speaker just fine.

“Seems like Inumaki’s friend has a target in her back considering he was ambushed on his way to visit them,” Shoko says. “Kids these days don’t really know the danger they’re in, Satoru. What do you propose we do?”

“I’ll talk to the principal and the elders. See what they say. For now, have an ID card ready so she can her studies there.”

“For her safety and the students, sure thing,” Shoko agrees.

A few minutes go by and as you press a good night kiss to your friend’s brow, you’re called by the doctor from earlier to the edge of the room. She sees the aura dissipating, but it stays lighter than before as you calm yourself down. The faint markings on your hand go unnoticed by you as she introduces herself. She explains in earnest about this school, not necessarily about your untapped potential, but because you by extended association with Inumaki and even Okktosu to a degree, has led your presence be known to all curse and curse-users alike.

“Does that mean I have to transfer schools doc?” You seemed tired, but determined.

“One of the other teachers will hold a meeting to see what the board says,” Shoko explains. “For now, I’m going to need your name, address, and current school information.”

You give her those as listed on a piece of paper. Your handwriting is nearly done, yet the doctor inquired about your knowing of sorcerers and curses—

“Great grandfather built a shrine for the kitsune before the wars; his family ran it until it had to be demolished two decades ago (the building was suffering from irreparable foundation loss). He told me as a child to be wary of walking home since he said there were ugly monsters lurking everywhere, but ‘not to worry, little fox. kitsune protect kids like you.’ Called me sensitive to the other world.”

Shoko nodded when you asked if she can stay the night in the girls dormitories. You texted your parents you were staying over a girlfriend’s house.

ᴍᴏᴍ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ꜰɪɴᴇ. ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʀᴀɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇ. sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

ʏ/ɴ: ℴ𝓀 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ． 𝒷ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ 💕

Come the morning, you don the clothes the doctor left outside the baths for you at the end of the hall.

“A dress, really?” You ask yourself, sort of laughing a bit as you flip it overhead. Your ID card is clipped on the lapel of the neckline as you head toward the infirmary. There was a sign in sheet for patient visitors and you follow instructions as dictated by the day nurse. He mentioned there was little change side from the bandages from the student your signed in to see.

“The morphine dosage should be reduced by now,” You suggest.

“Perhaps, but he fights in his sleep,” the nurse friends just a bit. “Doc says to monitor him while you’re here.”

“I see,” You walk past the desk. “Observe away I guess.”

You pull a chair next to your knocked out friend. You’re at first rigid, straightening your posture before relaxing into the seat.

“Morning, you’re looking worse for wear there,” you mumble. Your body leans forward, holding your arms to support your chin on your forearms atop they left side of his bed. The machine beeps dispensing fluid into his body.

“Come back to us,” You whisper. “Your friends need a sign, anything, really will do, To-kun. You’re stronger than this.”

You scoff, tilting your head to one side. “If your life hangs in the balance, I’ll visit hell myself and fight for your soul back boke.”

Inumaki, he twitches hearing your threat. His eyes drearily open a crack to see you at his side, a neutral expression he likes best on you stares off into the ceiling. He decides to try to say your name, but it comes out broken…and wrong. You sit right back up when his coughing gets worse as the nurse from earlier and Shoko rush in with both lozenges, throat spray on the form of an inhaler, and a pitcher. You’re advised as the machines he was hooked to start going haywire to leave for a moment as you see just for violent his ‘magic’ is: two words and the med team is rendered useless.

“Get. Off.”

The pair drop their hands, focusing on rather restraining the patient to actually efficiently removing the IV and O2 tube. They leave, you stare through the window curious if he’ll let you enter. Suffice to say he does, after hiding his pleased smile.

Your hands flutter a quick sign mentioning you won’t ask unless he wants to say what that was about. He shakes his head, returning the short hand of, ‘I’ll explain later. But first, why are you here?’

‘Yuuta said you were in an accident close to school. Said you could use a friend?’

‘Are we friends?’

You sit down on the foot of hood bed, clasping his hands together with your own.

“I think we’d be lying if we agree, Toge,” He squeezes your hands thrice times. He rests his head on the hands he raised. You run your hands through his tresses, it feels like comfort none of which he was able to experience thus far. “What does your heart tell you? Hmm?”

You watch when he signs on your face ‘the moon.’ You pause your ministrations promptly, started he remembered. He sees you a bit flustered, yet he draws in a deep breath, signing furiously so how he spends his days on campus waiting to leave to see you on the train, make sure nothing strange from his world followed you there, if so he tries to fight it.

“Like a few nights ago?”

Silence.

“Inumaki Toge,” you hold his shoulders, eyes dancing around in all seriousness. “Tell me the truth: how did you get hurt. What did you see?”

His eyes are wide with understanding. He sees the rage curse aura around you and though you’re not angry with him, he sees what could eventually be a problem. You’re unaware of what you can do, you can’t control it if it gets out of hand.

‘Strong enough to knock me unconscious and kill a god, maybe.’

You nod, then you punch his chest. Hard. He coughs dryly as he hits the pillow behind him. It’s like a 15kg gong weight hit hurled in his direction and he couldn’t dodge. You apologize quickly, gripping the frantic of the blanket around him, stressful frustrated tears stains the linen. Signing an flurry of curses at him, you remain poised enough to tell him if he ever tries to see you, to let you know. He doesn’t question why, when he pacifies your cries in his shoulder. A hand combs through the back of your head, shielding you from the pride of the sun outside.

The backlash aura dissipates the more he reassures you he’s not that bad of a fighter. A wet chuckle falls out when he cracked your face in his palms. You don’t cry often, and if Inumaki thought you were pretty before, seeing you worried like this (over him), makes you seem like a saint. There’s tissues on the bedside table he uses, after thumbing your tears away. He whispers a swift, “don’t cry,” before you feel him tilt your face a smidge higher. It’s the only time he’d imbue his family’s curse on someone he cared for truly, and you do. You stop long enough to let this acquaintance (?) crush of yours lock lips with you long enough to last a life time. You’re warmer than he is, but as it stands, your arms press against his chest before you open your eyes at him. You spell out the words, ‘again, slower, ok?’ just to see if he would listen. Fun fact, he does. You stay like this pressing reaffirming kisses to each other’s lips, cheeks, bruises before you’re called away by Shoko. Inumaki sheepishly looks away trying to hide his flustered hallow cheeks. Shoko looks at you, your hair a bit disheveled before taking you to see the principal.

“You two remind me of a certain flirtatious fortune of mine,” She stifles a laugh.

“Inumaki confessed,” You pout.

“I figured, yn.” She winks at you. “I’m a doctor, not a fool.”

You arrive at the door and as the pretty doctor struts away, she says “Good luck.”

In the room, you stand tall, walking forward with your head held high. On the one end, there are three gentlemen who seemed intrigued as to why you, who have claimed no right in being a part of their world, was summoned to put the mind of an injured student at ease. You answer their questions honestly. Rather, you give them enough of the truth that they can’t refute your transfer if prompted to. Thankfully, only one of them catches the ominous aura around you, the other sees a familiar mask markings in half your face. The old man? He sees and hears the sincerity in your voice as you formally bow to take your peace as there was nothing else to discuss.

“Look into their family history,” the old man says. “Then file the force transfer. I have a feeling Inumaki and Okkatsu might need a third friend their corner.”

Catching Inumaki a few hours later in the school library was not what you were expecting, but alas here you two were. In the mysteries section, almost being discovered when you turn around with him behind you. Your hands stretched out only to be eclipsed by his when you feel the sound of a book you needed assisted bringing down. You whine a little more messily than intended, but Inumaki keeps you steady with his other hand in your hip. He rubs his cheek against yours like a cat getting its familiar human.

“Inumaki, calm down,” you whisper scornfully through gritted teeth. “We can play confessional later, but right now, I…”

His lips purse at the nape of your neck and your knees feel like gelatin. “L-later, ok?”

His hands run up and down the sides of your dress until you actually consent and give in. Racing back to his room, you are freakishly quick in not holding back, stifling his odd affirmation with food with your mouth hotly pressed against his. Kisses aren’t supposed to be violent, yet here you both are lpremapping your brains to dictate what the other likes, dislikes, and everything in between. You guide his hands to rest in the back of your head and lower back, encouraging him to push you closer to him still. Feeling you smile under his touch drives Inumaki to crack open an eye to see you breath in tandem with him. Your hands loosely grip his hair while the other drags down the zipper of his sweater more. You feel the bandage under your finger tips and he winces,

“Show me next time,” you instruct him imploring him to do so. You’re a magician, he thinks this the longer you allow him to tease you like this; you’re pausing every time he readjusts his hold on you. The fabric dividing you makes you burn hotter than before. Inumaki can feel your temperature rise under his fingers. He draws your attention to a pause, he needs you to catch your breath as does he. If he weren’t as injured, he wouldn’t have cared. Listing off ingredients, you realize he forms a question.

“Sure, Toge,” You rest your forehead against his. “We can stop here.”

Uttering a thanks, you feel him peck your fingers as you zip up his uniform. His mouth and tattoos are hidden behind the fabric again; only you know how impossibly swift they feel against your own. Inumaki learns how dangerous loving someone can be. Even if at first they were friendly on the train.

You bid him good night as you exit the door, hand over your heart, trying to make sense of it all. Perhaps Love is fleeting in moments of grandeur, yet knowing he smiles like that just got you, it reminds you of hope all relationships will be put to the rest. Inumaki and you have truly wild uphill battle—and those who are waiting for your downfalls watch on.

Eventually, you are deemed a person of interest by both elders and scholars alike. Inumaki sees no problem with this, though his teachers approve the connection you two have. Okkotsu tends to join you in walking home from your night shifts when Inumaki isn’t available, yet whenever either of them are injured, you swing by Shikoku office for a visit. For the most part, life tends to give you a lot of lemons, but alas when you meet the rest of those associated with the sorcerer world, you are about to turn nineteen when you shield a friend via running a carved claw through the middle of a curse. Inumaki sees this, he’s just a few paces away, yelling a calm, “explode,” as your arm slides out of the entry wound. Your friend on the ground scrambled to their feet, running as far away as possible. Inumaki grips your hand as you make a break for it; the curse’s partner though, leaves you two alone as you’re too preoccupied shielding your face via a nerve wracking kiss.

“Shh,” he presses a palm to your chest. You nod, chewing your lip before ghosting over his with yours. He wraps your bloodied arm around his jacket, listening to your shallow breathing as the tourniquet is made taut. He’s comforting you through your muffled cries in pain, and it dawns on him the curses weren’t necessarily after itadori Yuuji or Okkotsu Yuuta… they’re after you. Inumaki watches the way your face twitches when you innocently steal a glance at him. You’re dragged into an invisible war, he knows the risks.

“What did you do?”

You kiss the corner of his mouth to say goodbye; running faster than before you shield him from an oncoming attack. Inumaki doesn’t hear from you for quite some time.

Almost a year passes, Inumaki is a year older and wiser. A bit bitter though after learning you had been given an ultimatum about being associated with the sorcerer world. He sweeps the courtyard now, thinking back to the weeks he was falling in love. Your bright smile helps him sleep, your carefully pinched brows hurt him more than any wound. However, when a familiar voice calls out across the street, Inumaki Toge drops his broom. He rushes toward you to meet you halfway; you’re older too, a few knicks and scrapes line your face like faint battle scars. Your clothes are solely your own, an all black and red attire, something he could see Aoi wear, are soft to the touch when he presses his forehead against you. You notice how Inumaki’s mouth still covered via the scarf you mailed out anonymously to him, but he presses his forehead against yours. Breathing you in means you’re here now with him, ready to face whatever curses are out to kill you—together.

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