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Hello and happy new year 2023!!!! Can i have request for miyuki x oc(Azusa)? They have school festival every class had to hold event. The idea is Azusa class and Furuya class work together to do the play "Romeo and juliet" and suggested Furuya as Romeo while Azusa as Juliet(because she blonde)so everyone agreed. 2 days before play they decided to add kiss scene written(passionate kiss) which is azusa freak out but they ignored her. You can make scene they practiced together before and after kiss scene added the second years overheard about their play, read the script and suprised there are kiss scene. How will miyuki react or will he avoid them practice kissing? I pretty sure it's gonna hilarious when they practiced together especially furuya being just furuya. Thank you for hearing my request...

Hi Anon! Happy Holidays! I apologize for not responding to you sooner. I wish you a happy new year and I hope that you like this!

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“Why? Why? Why? Why is this happening to me?” Azusa groaned out in frustration out of the of blue while she stomped on the ground. She was preparing the drinks for the team along with the rest of the managers since they were going to be done with practice soon. Normally, she would try to have her outbursts where no one can (or at least her senpai) can see her, but this time around she didn’t care at all.

Sachiko blinked in confusion. “What’s wrong with you now?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Azusa whined, not even bothering in sparing a glance towards Sachiko.

“Is everything alright, Azusa-san?” Takako asked in concern.

The blonde turned around. “Don’t worry about me, Takako-senpai,” Azusa replied in a more polite tone.

“Oi! What’s up with this difference in tone?” Sachiko angrily asked while Yui giggled in the background, preparing the onigiri.

Takako sighed in defeat. “Haruno?” she turned to the redheaded manager.

“Yes, Takako-senpai?” Haruno asked.

“What’s wrong with her?” Takako inquired while pointing towards Azusa who was sulking off in the opposite end of the kitchen.

“Well…” the redhead trailed off.

“Don’t tell them!” Azusa pleaded, turning around at the speed of lightning.

“But Azusa-san…”

“Oooh, now you have to tell us, Haruno,” Sachiko said excitedly.

“No, no, no,” the blonde shook her head.

“Haruno,” Takako repeated her name in a stern tone.

Haruno looked at Azusa who had pleading (or terrified or perhaps both?) expression and then at Takako who was narrowing her eyes at her, back at Azusa, and then back to her senpai who now crossed her arms in mild annoyance.

Haruno couldn’t take it anymore and just turned around so she didn’t have to face anyone. “Well… It’s related to the school festival,” she began.

“NOOOOO!” Azusa yelled.

“Go on,” Yui prompted.

“I’m sorry Azusa-san,” she spared a glance towards the blonde manager. “But our class 1-C, and class 1-B are joining together to do a school play.”

“That’s so fun!” Yui exclaimed.

“That’s not juicy at all,” Sachiko complained, prompting Yui elbowing her with a disapproving look.

“It does sound very nice,” Takako nodded in agreement while smiling. “What play are you guys doing?”

“Romeo & Juliet,” Haruno answered with dread.

“I love that play,” the eldest manager exclaimed but then shot Haruno a confused look. “But I still fail to see what’s the issue?”

But the pig tailed manager didn’t fail to see what was the issue. “And who got casted as Romeo & Juliet?” she asked with a playful smirk.

“Must you torture me?” Azusa deadpanned.

“Well, you see….”

“It’s decided! Narumiya Azusa is going to play Juliet!” a girl with short brown hair exclaimed. Her name was Tachibana Akane and she was the class representative for class 1-C.

“What?” Azusa exclaimed in shock as shot up from her seat. “I didn’t audition or volunteer for this!” the manager pointed out. “Who the hell decided this?” she was furious.

The class representative just smiled at her despite of Azusa’s outburst. “We know that you didn’t audition for this, Narumiya-san,” she said in a pleasant tone despite Azusa shooting daggers at her. “But the class voted for you to play Juliet and I can’t say that I disagree with the vote.”

“And why the hell not?” the manager spat while clenching her fist.

“Because you’re blonde,” the class rep deadpanned.

“Hah?” Azusa scoffed. “Haven’t you heard of wigs?” she asked sarcastically.

The class rep shook her head. “Nonsense. It just wouldn’t be the same.”

“She has a point, blondie-chan!” Sawamura said nodding, appearing out of nowhere.

“Shut up! Who asked you for your opinion anyway?”

“Now, now, don’t be upset Narumiya-san,” another girl came to join Akane at the front of the class. She had long black glossy hair and wore black rimmed glasses. Azusa asumed that she was the class rep for class 1-B. “Participating in a school play can be a lot of fun and it’s a good way to bond with your classmates.”

“Then, why don’t you do it?” Azusa scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “I don’t know if you’re aware. But I’m a manager of the baseball team and I don’t have time to waste since I have school, the team, and now this play.”

The girl adjusted her glasses with an evil smirk. “We don’t have classes while we prepare for the school festival and club hours are reduced as well,” she replied which made Azusa pout. “So it shouldn’t be a big burden on you. Besides, since you’re a manager of the baseball team, you would love to have the people’s vote for Romeo,” the unknown girl said the last part with a hint of excitement in her tone.

The blonde narrowed her eyes at the two class reps who were undoubtedly plotting something terrible. “Who’s Romeo?”

Both girls started tapping the desk as if it was a drum. “Our Romeo is,” they drumrolled again. “Furuya Satoru-kun!”

Azusa gasped. “What?”

“What?” Sawamura also exclaimed.

“Ahhhh!” all the girls in the classroom started screaming in delight.

“He’s the perfect pick!”

“He already looks like a prince!”

“Narumiya-san is so lucky!”

“They’re going to look so cute together!”

The blonde manager blinked several times. Still in shock from the news. “Furuya?” she asked. “But if he is Romeo, then doesn’t that mean that we’ll k-”

“Furuya-kun! Wake up!” she heard the younger Kominato say to Furuya who was nodding off at his desk.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking disoriented and confused at the commotion of the classroom.

“You’re going to be Romeo,” Kominato said to him.

“Huh?”

“Wait a minute,” Sachiko interrupted Haruno’s story. “Is this why you’re so upset?” the pigtailed manager asked incresdously. “Because you got casted in a school play?”

Azusa furiously blushed while she averted her gaze from Sachiko. “I don’t like being forced to do things that I don’t want,” she replied sheepishly.

“Plays are fun though,” Takako tried to make her see the other side of the coin. “It’s not often that we get to do non baseball related things.”

Azusa pouted. “I don’t wanna do non baseball related things though,” she whined.

“She truly is a baseball idiot,” Yui giggled.

“Whatever!” Sachiko exclaimed with a dismissive wave. “I thought we were going to have some juicy story. I can’t believe you’re pouting over something so simple.”

“I’m not just pouting because of that!” Azusa blurted out.

“Oh?” Sachiko raised an eyebrow causing Azusa to gasp and cover her mouth in embarrassment. “So there is more?” she asked with an evil smirk. “Haruno-chan?” she then turned to the redheaded manager. “There is more?”

“This happened a little over a week ago,” Haruno replied. “So it’s not really about her being cast in the play anymore. She has even rehearsed with Furuya multiple times.”

“Which turned out to be harder than studying,” Azusa pointed out.

“It’s hard but they are making progress,” Haruno said with an awkward laugh.

“Well, Furuya is not very good with studying so I can see him having issues with memorizing the lines,” Yui pointed out.

“So, are you mad at Furuya?” Takako asked, still confused.

“No, I knew it was a bad idea from the get go,” Azusa said nonchalantly.

“So, what’s the issue?” Takako was starting to lose her patience.

A shade of pink started gracing Azusa’s features so instead of replying she just looked down at her feet.

“Well… the scriptwriters added a last minute… Scene,” Haruno trailed off.

“What kind of scene?” Yui asked.

“A romantic scene,” Azusa said in a barely audible whisper.

Sachiko squealed in delight. “Don’t tell me it’s a kissing scene?”

“Shut up,” Azusa replied with a pouting face.

“Aren’t they supposed to kiss anyway?” Yui asked.

“Yes, they do kiss,” Takako confirmed. “So how is it a last minute addition?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that!” Azusa exclaimed. “The class rep bamboozled me! I was told that we wouldn’t have to kiss at the end. Just pretend like we did and then Furuya would hug me. It was the only reason why we even accepted in the first place.”

“Look at that, who would’ve thought that you knew such big words like that?” Sachiko teased.

“Sachiko,” Takako quietly chastised.

“Sorry,” Sachiko said without a hint of remorse in her tone.

“Then today which by the way means that we’re only two, TWO, days before the play is supposed to debut, the script writers sneak in a PASSIONATE KISS on to the final scene!” By this time Azusa was fuming. “Not just a kiss, but PASSIONATE!”

Haruno nodded. “And that’s why she’s upset.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Takako began. “But I can see why you’re upset. I think I’d be too.”

“Me too,” Yui nodded in agreement. “Did you ask them to remove the scene?”

Azusa hung her head in despair. “I did multiple times but they just ignored me. They think it’s going to be the ‘cherry on top,” she said with airquotes at the end.

“That sucks man,” Sachiko mustered up to sound sympathetically. “But on the bright side, it’s Furuya. Imagine getting an ugly Romeo.”

“Would someone ugly be casted as Romeo anyway?” Yui asked.

“I dunno. I’m trying to make her feel better,” Sachiko shrugged.

“And it’s not working,” Azusa deadpanned.

“As you can imagine, Furuya is not doing so well with the news either.”

“Yes, he’s very oblivious and awkward around girls,” Sachiko noted.

Haruno nodded in agreement. “Yes, he’s not like Sawamura-kun, who seems to be more comfortable around girls talking about shoujo manga.”

“Oh? So he would be your Romeo then?” Sachiko teased.

Haruno blushed at her comment. “I d-didn’t say that!”

“Poor Furuya isn’t Azusa-san’s Romeo either,” Yui joked.

“Romeo or no Romeo, I don’t wanna kiss anybody in public.”

“So how about you practice?” Sachiko suggested. “If you practice in private then it won’t be as jarring to do it while in public.”

“I don’t wanna kiss Furuya!” Azusa shook her head. “I don’t see him like that. He’s one of my best friends. It’s just going to be so awkward.”

“Hence, you practice,” Sachiko said in a matter of fact tone.

“I think if you’re truly uncomfortable then speak to the scriptwriters in private and communicate that. I’m sure they will be understanding.” Takako suggested.

“In the meanwhile… Practice!” Sachiko reiterated.

“I don’t think that is going well with some people…” Yui said and then laughed.

Azusa started moping again not knowing what to do. She wasn’t going to be able to handle that embarrassment.

However, unbeknownst to her, more people in the school are soon going to be knowing of her troubles.

0o0o0o0o0o0

“You guys have no idea what I just found out!” Zono exclaimed as he barged in Miyuki’s room.

“Good evening to you too, Zono,” Miyuki greeted from his desk in a teasing tone.

“Arrghh! Not again!” Kuramochi complained. He was playing some video game along with Shirasu. “This is your fault now!” the shortstop then turned to his fellow vice-captain pointing at him with an accusing finger.

“What did I do?” Zono asked confused closing the door behind him.

“I lost my concentration and lost because of you!”

“You would’ve lost again just like you did the last three times,” Shirasu quietly countered which made Kuramochi grit his teeth in anger.

Miyuki burst out laughing.

“Shut up! I’ts not funny!” Kuramochi exclaimed.

“No, it’s hilarious,” Miyuki deadpanned.

“Didn’t you guys hear what I just said?” Zono asked angrily. He was not pleased that he was getting ignored.

“It seems like you overheard something judging by the way that you came in like a gossiping housewife,” the captain pointed out with a sly smirk.

Zono blushed at Miyuki’s comment. “I’m not gossiping,” he weakly argued.

“Just spill anyway!” Kuramochi interrupted. “And it better be good to justify you making me lose.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Shirasu said in a barely audible whisper which earned him a side eye from Kuramochi.

“Anyway,” Zono cleared his throat, marching towards the middle of the room to command everyone’s attention. “I overheard the managers talking about the play that the first years are putting in.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that both class 1-B and 1-C are working together in a production,” Kuramochi nodded. “But what’s so important about it?”

“They are doing Romeo & Juliet-”

“Still not interesting enough,” the shortstop interrupted.

“And Narumiya-san was casted as Juliet,” Zono finished.

“WHAT?” Miyuki, Kuramochi, and Shirasu exclaimed in shock.

Miyuki’s shock quickly wore off and then he started laughing along with Kuramochi. “Azusa as Juliet? Who thought of that?” he chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. “I wonder why she hasn’t told me anything.”

“So if she is Juliet then who is playing Romeo?” Shirasu asked in a serious tone which stunned Miyuki into silence.

“Furuya is playing Romeo,” Zono replied.

Miyuki widened his eyes in surprise. “Furuya? Furuya?” he asked in disbelief.

“And that’s not all,” Zono continued. “The managers were talking about how Narumiya-san had to practice with Furuya because the writers included a last minute kiss scene in the play,” he added the last part with disdain. “Can you believe that Furuya is going to kiss a girl? Before us? Me?” Zono said at the end in a barely audible whisper.

“K-kiss?” Miyuki’s voice faltered a bit. “Why would they need to kiss?” he asked in an indignant tone.

“It’s Romeo & Juliet you idiot,” Kuramochi angrily spat in sarcasm. “They are supposed to kiss… Which is NOT fair,” the shortstop grumbled. “I don’t even have a girlfriend.”

“Yes, but they can take creative license and do something else,” Miyuki countered, ignoring Kuramochi’s plight about not having a girlffriend. “This is a school after all.”

The shortstop shot him a knowing look as if he forgot about his anger. “Calm down. Since when do you care about that?” Kuramochi snickered and then gave the catcher a smirk. “Oh, don’t tell me that you’re jealous?”

Miyuki scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back on his chair. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Yeah, why would he be jealous?” Zono cluelessly asked. “Miyuki never cared about not having a girlfriend. Even though he has a ton of girls throwing themselves at him,” he added the last part with disdain.

Shirasu facepalmed.

“I don’t know. You seem pretty upset,” Kuramochi pointed out. “And Zono is right. You never cared about having a girlfriend.”

“I’m not upset,” Miyuki replied rather too quickly. “It’s just that’s not okay. She shouldn’t be kissing anyone in front of the entire school. She is too young for that.”

“Too young? What are you, her father?”

“No, but Mei asked me to look after her,” the catcher replied as cooly as he could muster. “He wouldn’t be pleased about any of this.”

“Sure, blame Narumiya.”

“You know how he is.”

“So do you think they are going to kiss for real?” Zono asked in a hopeless tone.

Kuramochi shrugged. “Well, it’s part of the play,” he scoffed. “Those damn first years!”

Miyuki pouted. ‘We’ll see about that.’

0o0o0o0o0o0o

“Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! Here’s to my love. Drinking. O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”

Furuya recited his lines in his usual monotone voice.

“Can you put a little more enthusiasm ?” Azusa scoffed.

They were practing their lines in Furuya’s dorm room while his teammates were still out. Neither of them wanted to do this but they figured it would be worst to look like idiots in front of the entire school.

“How can be I more enthusiastic about it if I just died?” Furuya asked without a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Azusa blinked in confusion, certainly taken aback. “That’s a good point,” she conceded. “This Romeo guy seems kinda stupid to me.”

“Baka-meo,” Furuya nodded, a little too pleased with himself with that joke.

“Baka or not, you have to sell it!” the manager scolded. “Obviously you can’t be happy because you’re dead so at least look sad and distraught about it.”

The ace nodded. “Look sad, got it.”

Azusa sighed in defeat. “I don’t know how this is going to turn out.”

“Why don’t you go next?” Furuya proposed. “With enthusiasm.”

The blonde shot him a glare but since he had a point she cleared her throat in preparation.

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O, happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die,”

Azusa recited before she pretended to stab herself and then dramatically fell down, all sprawled out on the floor. She then added some gagging sounds as she choked on her imaginary blood for added effect.

Furuya gasped and then clapped. “Bravo!”

Azusa giggled as she got up and bowed down in front of Furuya who continued clapping. “Was that believable?”

“Very,” Furuya replied. “But didn’t you have some other lines before that?” he innocently asked.

The manager’s cheery expression quickly turned sour. She then averted her gaze from Furuya. “Yes, but those were the lines before… Well… You know…”

Furuya gave her a confused look at first but then the realization dawned on him. “T-the Ki-”

“The kiss,” Azusa hissed, clenching her fists in annoyance.

“In front of everybody,” Furuya blushed.

“Yup,” the manager deadpanned.

“Manager-san?” Furuya started, making Azusa raise an eyebrow in inquiry. “Can we run away?” he asked.

Azusa knitted her eyebrows in confusion. “Then what about Koshien next year?”

Furuya laid back in his bed in defeat. “Can we just say that we are sick, manager-san?”

Azusa let out a melancholic sigh. “I’ve thought about that but it really wouldn’t be fair to our classmates who are working hard during rehearsals and behind the scenes. It would be pretty messed up.”

Furuya grumbled.

“I know, I’m not happy about it,” she spared a glance towards Furuya who was pouting. “But it doesn’t have to be a passionate kiss like the script says,” she suggested.

“Like something quick and then done?”

“Yeah,” Azusa replied unsure. She really was outside of her comfort side.

“Would that be easier?” Furuya asked. “I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he whispered the last part.

Azusa blushed at his confession. “I haven’t either,” she revealed as well. “Sachiko-senpai says that if we do that during rehearsals then it won’t be as hard during the actual play.”

“Kominato said the same thing,” he said begrudgingly. Then he turned to her. “Should we… Try it?” he asked timidly.

The manager’s heart skipped a beat. Try it? A kiss? This is how her first kiss would be?

“I guess…”

“Okay then…”

“Maybe, I should start with my lines before and then I… Kiss you?”

“Yeah, I’m going to be dead, right?”

Azusa nodded. “Yes, I have to kiss you to try to get the poison from your lips.

“Well, then that means that I don’t have to do anything,” Furuya then realized.

Azusa widened her eyes in surprise. “What?”

“I’m dead now,” he suddenly declared before closing his eyes and playing dead.

‘He has to be the worst actor,’ the manager thought. ‘But that doesn’t matter now. I guess I just have to get over it.’

Azusa cleared her throat once again.

“What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after! I will kiss thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm!”

Azusa recited perfectly and then she looked down at Furuya who was laying down on his bed. She slowly bent over to be closer to his face. But as she would inch closer to his face, her heart would beat faster and faster each time. She thought that it would burst out of her chest and her ears were ringing. Was this really happening? Was she about to kiss Furuya? But that wasn’t fair. She didn’t have anything against Furuya but this is not how she wanted her first kiss to be like. She wanted it to be special. She wanted to be with…

‘Kazuya,’ the manager thought solemnly as the catcher’s image came to her mind. He truly was the one that she wanted to kiss first as silly as it sounded. Azusa knew that Miyuki doesn’t see her like that. He still sees her as a younger sister. But deep down inside, she still had the hope that he would change his mind. Now, if she did this would he see her differently?

Azusa closed her with trembling lips. She didn’t think that he would be that kind of guy, right? He certainly would be able to understand that it was just a play. That she didn’t like Furuya like she liked him. Yes, she was just overthinking this. After all, it was just a play.

“Furuya, where are you?” she heard Miyuki’s voice as he opened the door surprising Azusa who was bent over Furuya.

“AHHHH!” both first years screamed, making Azusa hit her head with the upper bunk bed.

“What are you guys doing?” the catcher asked, scanning the room with his brown eyes.

Both Furuya and Azusa looked at each other and then blushed when they realized the compromising position that they were found in. They immediately sat down straight on the bed.

“We w-were rehearsing, Miyuki-senpai,” the manager replied in a timid tone.

Furuya nodded. “We are playing Romeo & Juliet,” the ace added.

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” Miyuki let out an exasperated sigh.

“But what are you doing here, Miyuki-senpai?” Furuya asked.

“What are you doing here?” the catcher countered.

“This is my room,” Furuya deadpanned.

“Yes, I know that,” Miyuki said confidently. “But Sawamura has been running by himself on the field for a long time and I haven’t seen you. I thought our ace passed out in exhaustion or something.”

“You were worried about me?” Furuya asked surprised.

Azusa scratched her head in confusion. “I don’t believe that.”

Miyuki dramatically put his hand over his chest. “You two wound me. Here I am, trying to be a good captain by worrying about my team.”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t believe you now,” the manager shook her head.

The catcher rolled his eyes. “Enough. Stop trying to change the subject here. You don’t think about the optics here?”

Azusa’s cheeks started to redden as Furuya looked down in embarrassment. “Like we said we were practicing our lines.”

Miyuki narrowed his eyes on her. “Just your lines?”

Both first years nodded.

“We have to kiss though,” Furuya blurted out. “Which is what is taking our rehearsal so much longer.”

“K-kiss?” Miyuki’s voice faltered a bit. “So you guys have been kissing all this time?”

“NO!” both Furuya and Azusa shouted at the same time.

“We haven’t done it yet-”

Miyuki raised an eyebrow. “Yet?”

“It’s just too embarrassing and we’re just friends so it makes it more awkward,” Azusa explained, not wanting Miyuki to get the wrong impression.

Furuya nodded at every word that Azusa said. “And we can’t get out of this.”

“Why not? It’s not okay to force you guys to do something that you don’t want,” the catcher let out an indignant huff.

“Our class reps dont’ wanna hear it. They think that this is going to make the play memorable,” Furuya explained.

Miyuki crossed his arms across his chest. “I see,” he said. “So you guys don’t wanna kiss, right?”

“Not at all,” Azusa said.

“It’s too much pressure and my manager-san is my friend,” the ace replied.

The captain let out a sigh of relief which caught Azusa by surprise.

“Very well then,” the catcher began. “You don’t have to kiss then.”

Both Azusa and Furuya widened their eyes in surprise and clasped their in a praying position.

“Really?” Furuya asked.

Miyuki nodded. “Really.”

“What do you mean? We already told you the class reps are not budging,” Azusa pointed out.

“I have an idea,” the catcher revealed with a cocky smirk.” Care to hear it?”

Azusa grinned. “We’re all ears.”

0o0o0o0o0o0

“What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after! I will kiss thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,To make me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm!”

Azusa exclaimed in front of the crowd on stage. She was wearing a medieval style burgundy dress with her long hair out of her usual ponytail. She turned to look at her Romeo’s dead body on the ground with a sorrowful expression. Azusa kneeled down in front of Furuya with her body hovering over him, her face away from the crowd. Passionately, she closed her eyes and caressed Furuya’s left side of his face, as she bent her head down further to kiss Furuya.

The crowd went wild with applause as they witnessed the kiss between the blonde manager and the current ace of the baseball team. They couldn’t believe that it actually happening. It was certainly going to be the talk of the school for the next few days to come.

While the cheering was going on, Azusa curled her lips in a satisfied smile as she kissed Furuya’s right cheek instead unbeknownst to the roaring crowd.

#miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x oc #daiya no ace #furuya satoru #kuramochi youichi #diamond no ace

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sassooda · 2 years

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Worlds Away JJK AU - Chapter 80 - Intimate

w/c - 7,930

Elska pants into the floor, digging her nails into it to the point where discoloration blends her fingertips. She listens to Nanami huffing behind her and remains anxious while thinking, ‘Please be done…please be done.’. She’s positive that the others must have heard them, that there’s no way Nanami’s climaxing voice went without ears. She feels his member steadily leaving her as he groans and with a spark of adrenaline, she bolts from beneath him.

Nanami stares down at the area of floor between his parted knees, still dazed and slouching his weight in place. His vision becomes blurry as he fixates on the DNA that leaked from Elska onto the floor. His whole body tenses up when the tear falls, no longer obscuring the disastrous evidence of his actions, staking that he must face what has become of him. Her quiet signs of emotional stress berate him but as much as he wants to apologize, it’s not that simple. He can’t even look at Elska. He hears the galloping footsteps behind the shut door and leans his forehead to the floor while still on his knees. Nothing makes sense to him. Nanami’s so frustrated and this only worsens when memories of him pinning Shoko flood his thought process. “What did I…”, he brokenly asks, “…Ieir-i…”.

Elska wipes her tears away only to have more well up as Nanami devastatingly wails a few feet in front of her. “I’m…so sorry…”, she cries softly, now beginning to sob with him. She senses her turned and feels relief but also a maddening rush of discomfiture. ‘Will they really understand?’, riddles her with deep pits that hold no base.

“BABY!”, Naoya bursts through the door and forgets to breathe as his eyes rake over her brutalized appearance. “Fuck…”, he morosely offers as he runs over to her and drops down to his knees to join them, holding her gently, “Are you ok princess?”, the only words he could assemble in those first seconds. He can smell some of her blood though and even though it’s a small amount, the aroma ruffles him. “Feed baby…please feed…”, he soothes while cupping the back of her head against him. Her breathing becomes heavier though due to anguish and all he can do is sink into the floor as her heaving breath breezes along his neck and chest. “It’s ok baby…”, he whispers kindly in contrast to his increasing hypertonicity, him rancorously scowling at Nanami.

Toji and Gojo walk into the room. Toji struggles keeping his stoic expression when he listens to her decompose into Naoya’s hold. He watches Gojo kneel down beside her and his cousin while trying to avoid focusing on the maddened cries from Kento. ‘Maybe it didn’t go well then…’, he thinks with agony in his veins. While studying her trembling hands loosely gripping Naoya’s bare shoulder blades, Toji combats a new wave of helplessness that leads him to a mental list of all of his failures but tries to shake it away because he understands beating himself up over this situation would be fruitless. They knew what was happening and stood by in order to ensure her success and this is something he knows a man would own. Sachiko flashes behind his eyes though and the fear that accompanies him as he contemplates what the future holds with Elska nearly churns his stomach. ‘I can’t lose her too. I can’t.’.

“My love…”, Satoru whispers in her ear, “You did it. You saved him…”. Gojo kisses her temple deeply, “Thank you for saving him…”, knowing that although he’d rather comfort her all night, Nanami needs help too and is without a support system. He stands up and approaches his friend who has yet to sit up while wondering through his own experience, if there’s really anything that could make Nanami feel better.

Choso walks in now, he was making sure Shoko’s reverse technique was still working before joining. He frowns immediately while taking in the way Naoya clutches Elska and the dead look in Toji’s eyes. He too wants to check on Elska though and can’t help but notice her superficial injuries. “Master…please feed…”, he prompts sheepishly, “It will make us all feel better.”.

“…O…ok…”, she tells them but wants to reassure them so they don’t think the worst. She looks over to Nanami who isn’t responding to Gojo, still wallowing and says, “I’m alright. I’m just a little rattled…but I will.”. With this said, she pierces her prince’s neck and bathes in his wonderful embrace as his baritone voice sings to the intrusion. Her injuries weren’t as bad as they probably looked so she doesn’t need to take much but was certainly able to appreciate the calming affect his sweetness brings her. ‘My prince.’, she thinks to herself as his care and worries explode across her tongue, moaning a bit herself to how perfect he is. When she lifts her head away and closes the wounds, she shifts around a bit and dares to view Naoya. She notices that her prince’s gaze is of her legs, his brow bending further the longer he looks. When Naoya’s eyes finally reach hers that are watering, his amber ones glow red with duty. She wasn’t exactly sure what that expression meant at the time but it soon evolved into action.

“That’s it.”, the Zenin snaps, quickly lifting her up into his arms, “We’re leaving baby.”.

Toji’s eyes narrow, “Let’s just wait a second bo-…”.

“WE ARE FUCKING LEAVING!”.

Elska jumps in his hold, unnerved by his tone and how low it was and is further convinced to remain inaudible as the golden light travels over him. She senses an incredible fury within Naoya, something she’s not used to feeling from her loving prince. ‘Is he really that pissed?!’, she worries with less capacity in her lungs like his disdain steals the air she was about to breathe in.

Naoya squeezes her caringly for a moment, wanting to convey that he isn’t angry with her but proceeds to look at Toji while barking, “Cho, send us to my estate. Now.”. After perceiving Nanami’s fluid lingering down her legs, he’d had enough. He’s so fucking sick and tired of her being put in harm’s way and not being able to do anything about. He needs to get away from there. With her. He needs to shield her, protect her. She’s not safe. She needs care, love. He needs to save her.

He needs to escape.

Toji growls, not being sure that’s really the best place for them to go. “God damnit Naoya…”, his eyes fall to his doll who is cowering in his cousin’s arms but begins to comprehend that Naoya just needs to get out of there. Toji understands that for he wishes to do the same thing. “Don’t leave her fucking side while you’re there boy. We do not need any repeats of before.”. He huffs when Naoya shouts that of course he will because the idea of her being surrounded by Zenin men is the last thing any of them need to think about.

Choso looks over at Gojo’s nearly bare body with eyes full of questions such as, ‘Should I?’ The being is met with a nod of approval from the silver shaman which makes him even more hesitant but knows that he can bring the others to her once they settle things here along with their errand. “Ok then, I will.”.

“My prince?”, Elska asks in a small voice, half worried that he’s irate with her over what happened with Nanami. He holds silent until Choso stands to map the portal, making her increasingly nervous. Her eyes dance around to look at all of her turned while the atmosphere pressurizes to Choso’s technique, unable to bring herself to even think anything to them. She was opening her mouth to abruptly tell Nanami that he’s not a monster but her thought process was interrupted by Naoya’s quick feet taking them through the portal’s opening.

Gojo laments to their absence and raises a hand to place onto Nanami but the shaman jerks away and yells in a rage. “This isn’t your fault man…”, he tries offering to his friend, “Please look at me Nanamin…we will get through this!”. Satoru looks over at Choso and asks, “Could you go get Shoko?”.

At the mention of her, Nanami snaps his head up. His eyes are wide, terrified and wet, hands shaking out of dread. He can’t imagine that his wonderful girlfriend is even still his girlfriend after he viciously assaulted her. Similar to Gojo, Nanami definitely has a dark air buried deep within the soil of his soul but he would never have done that to Shoko without her consent. He actually prefers to treat Ieiri with respect because of how much she means to him too so unless she asks for it, he’s not usually even rough with her. This time he was though, unimaginably so. He brutally took Shoko with force and then even went after Elska because something in him was left unsatisfied with Ieiri, this too being something he doesn’t fully understand yet. The sweet horrors he relives in his mind of mounting Elska flood him in this moment but all he can say in explanation is, “I didn’t mean to do that to Oda…”, his insecure voice resounding low in volume. The air hits his cooling body, reminding him that he’s completely naked which causes him to shiver and appear even more disheveled than before.

Toji caught this and walks over to the bed to rip off the top blanket before draping it around the disordered man. When Kento wraps it around his body on the floor, his bewilderment is for all to see which causes Toji to admit, “You have nothing to fear from us. You were wounded and had to be turned in order to be saved.”. Nanami’s brow furrows as if he’s trying to remember and his gaze drifts off and away from the giant. “This was all part of that process of your awakening. Don’t you remember Gojo and I fighting over my own?”. He’s doing his best to not let his actual discontent for the situation show because he understands too much to ignorantly spew meaningless hatred. Nanami still seems pretty perplexed though and with his own nerves wearing thin, Toji decides it may still be too early for him to comprehend everything.

Gojo tries to give comfort through his hand again, having more success, “I’m the one that hurt you Nanamin…”. Satoru sees the exact moment Kento recalls the incident in the forest and watches the blonde go pale. “I…”, Gojo exhales into a long sigh, “I’m the reason why you had to do that with my love. We tried to change this fate but you were too strong for us to avoid it…”.

Nanami inhales sharply as if the reminder of plowing through Elska caused physical pain. ‘Why would I do that to her?!’. He wishes he could delete that record from his mind, he doesn’t need it decaying his thoughts. ‘Ieiri…’, floats through his awareness when Choso finally stands to retrieve her but now he’s back to being afraid to face her. “NO!”, he calls out to the being desperately, “I…I can’t see her.”. Nanami’s neck now lowers forward as his teeth threaten to shatter from the tension in his jaw. “What I did…I did terrible things to her.”, he now traps his fingers into his hair and pulls while anxiety cuts at all of his seams and roars.

Toji looks at Gojo and thinks, ‘Have you ever seen him like this before?’, concerned with all the broken pieces that now make Nanami as he gently rocks himself. Gojo doesn’t think anything back to him but merely shakes his head with remorse, clearly worried about Nanami as well. Toji isn’t even sure of what to do right now. He’s never been that great with emotional situations and this shows as he folds his arms and awkwardly stands there while the grown man whimpers into tears. He wonders to himself how they should move forward, how they can make sense of everything. The atrocious question stings his consciousness, ‘What if some of the volunteers she turns are past the threshold?’, and the idea of any unknown man having to receive her fully for the ritual creates a stance of opposition for the first time since Genghis brought the plan up with him. Toji is not about to let this happen again and knows that none of the others will stand for that either.

Gojo’s lip quivers. The sound of Nanami suffering through this course cuts deeply. Although he’s happy that everything ultimately worked out on the surface, there’s a lack of words that can be used to truly describe the detriment that survives as an outcome. He hopes that with time, Nanami will be able to forgive himself but Satoru also knows what kind of man he is…and how that’s not likely to merely happen. Gojo also wants to check on Elska too. There’s still a bit of dread that lurks within over the topic of her and Nanami and he believes that this exists within the others currently as well, despite the necessity of their bonding. Gojo knows that they had sex twice instead of the mandatory one but he at least is more eased in this department when he can clearly see Kento’s regret. ‘He doesn’t want my love and she didn’t show signs of really changing in terms of him either…’, these internal epiphanies comforting him immeasurably.

Choso walks in with Shoko passed out in his hold and explains, “She will be out for a while still…she wanted to rest so I assisted with my technique.”, before gently laying her down in the bed. He darts his dark eyes over to Nanami, “She’s healed up now too so don’t worry.”, but the comment had the opposite affect on Nanami who becomes visibly distraught to that bit of information. “I just meant tha-…”.

As Nanami’s breaking down again, Gojo grabs his shoulders and shakes him while saying, “Please calm down Nanamin!!”, sighing when that doesn’t work. His head now hangs low too, feeling the strange sensation of complete fault. With desolation in the forefront of his emotions, Gojo hugs the blanketed blonde and lets him sob with support. When Nanami screams out “WHY?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!”, Gojo’s eyes visibly darken as they shift to Toji.

Toji frowns but still isn’t sure as to what to say nor does he know how to calm the man down. He knows for a fact how worthless one feels after committing atrocities in the frenzied state. Toji also understands that it’s something one has to work through on their own but he’d be lying if he said the acceptance he felt from Elska after he was himself again didn’t save him from the cruelest of emotions the situation brings. With a hard huff, Toji now thinks he knows what to do, though he’s weirded out by what that is.

Nanami hears Toji’s heavy footsteps nearing him but he doesn’t even turn his head from Gojo’s shoulder, thinking he deserves whatever is about to happen. He takes a deep breath and contemplates about how much he wanted to be with Shoko, how she’s literally perfect for him in every way and how long he waited for her to be his. As he’s falling deeper into despair, Nanami is shocked by the feeling of Toji’s arms tucking under his own to lift him to his feet.

Gojo stands up and steps back as he witnesses the rare, affectionate demonstration from the giant. If Nanami wasn’t so bad off at the moment, Gojo might have even felt jealous too. Crossing his arms, he watches as Toji awkwardly hugs Kento, though it was quick, and then orients them to look at the bed.

Toji points to Shoko sleeping and explains, “She loves you. I know that sounds crazy considering what all went down but that woman right there loves you so much that she agreed to endure you in your frenzied state.”.

“There’s no way that’s true. You don’t understand what I did to her!”, Nanami’s heart breaks as his eyes wash over her form. He just wants to hold her, hear her voice again, feel her warmth. His hand absentmindedly reaches out for her foot which causes him to inch forward, away from Toji. Before he knows it, he’s kneeling by the side of the bed where she lays and is sobbing into the sheets underneath her. While staining the fabric with his sorrows, he blindly searches for her and grasps her hand with a tenderness he was sure no longer existed within himself anymore.

Gojo swallows hard but then switches looks between Choso and Toji before quietly stating, “Let’s give him some time…”, and waits for them to turn away towards the door before he does as well. When Toji walks past him though, Gojo’s brow furrows as he wonders, ‘Why does Toji open up with everyone else but me?’, leading him to a morose state as if that saddened theme was infectious. Right before Gojo leaves the room, he watches Nanami sulk with a heavy heart.

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When they arrive through the portal to Naoya’s room at the estate, Elska refrains from asking any questions so she can feel out her prince’s mood. He wastes no time in taking her to the large bathroom, the light switching on automatically and him still holding her while using his bare toes to manipulate the touch screen. Her eyes widen when she notices that whatever settings he used, two additional spouts supplying water are engaged, filling the tub with speed. She thinks he’s going to set her down now but he carriers her over to the fancy shower stall where her feet finally touch the floor.

Naoya is on a mission. He briskly walks back over to the tub and grabs a wash cloth from the neatly folded pile next to it. While scrunching it into a ball, the image of her focuses from the background and he takes in the insecure mannerisms she’s displaying. They haven’t spoken to each other yet but its because he’s going crazy knowing that she had to accept Nanami in that fashion. “Tch.”, he releases as he paces towards the shower and turns on the water.

Elska jumps to the sudden streams falling from the ceiling but does her best to not make a big deal about it. She hadn’t even had any time to remove her dress which now clings to her body like a raggedy costume. This, brings her back to tears though when she realizes that all of her efforts to be pretty earlier were for naught as Kento destroyed what remained of her ensemble in his frenzy.

Naoya jumps when she starts crying, “Oh no baby…please don’t…”, he coos desperately while entering the dampened corner of the room. When his arms reach her, he pulls her into his chest and rests his cheek on her head while trying to provide comfort. His sweatpants are soaked now too but he pays it no mind until she settles down.

“I’m so sorry that it happened, Naoya!”, she wails into him, desiring him to only understand her repentances and the message that she didn’t want to do it. To her surprise however, he simply tightens his hold on her and exhales a shaky sigh above her ear.

“I’m not mad at you baby, I understand why everyone wanted it to happen…”, he confesses, “I am angry at the circumstances but not you, princess.”. With this, he peels their skin apart so he can look down into her eyes, manually lifting her chin through the weight of shame. He wants to kiss her but is afraid that it will be too much too soon so he adamantly resists and resorts to help her out of the dress. “I wasn’t thinking clearly when I turned the water on.”, he chuckles lightheartedly with one eye open as droplets rush down his face. She giggles too, giving him a breath of reprieve while pinching the strap to her dress to maneuver it over her shoulder. When it slaps the tile, he removes his pants as well and lifts the wash cloth to the streams above them. The words, “Is all of you, ok?”, he asks while placing a palm over her lower abdomen.

Elska cups his cheek as he was bringing the rag to her with his other hand and asks, “I think everything is ok but we might both feel better if you check.”, and ends the offer with smile to assure him that he’s not being too needy. She’s worried about their child too because she was honestly stressed the fuck out during the bonding. Naoya halts with the rag and mirrors her hold on him with that hand after throwing it to his shoulder. He leans down past her face towards her neck but turns to gently place his lips along her jaw while whispering, “I love you.”.

Elska nearly loses her balance when he passionately punctures her skin. His heavy breathes between gulps are like tiny melodies that make for the perfect background noise and it immediately draws out of her, the sanity that she’s been hoping to return to. She hears his voice in her head, ‘It’s beginning to bloom!’, which creates a wide smile on her face. She sobs out a half laugh but then squeals when he lifts her up wraps her legs around him.

Naoya removes his fangs and quickly closes her wounds before maintaining his grasp. Looking up to her, he smiles as warmly as he can to express that he’s over the moon at both of them being ok. He rests his forehead onto her collar bone while taking a moment to finally calm himself down as well. ‘Everything is ok…’, he reminds himself, even though he still is abhorred with the bonding. “Fuck baby…I don’t know how long I can keep this up.”.

Elska’s stomach drops to his words, the instant horror of him leaving her life consuming her with anxiety, “Wh-what do you mean?”. She grabs both sides of his face and wide eyes him as he lowers her back to the tile.

Naoya, who is merely lost in his own thoughts, fails to pick up on Elska’s immediate apprehension but when he notices her expression he quickly tries to explain. “I’m not going anywhere princess! I didn’t mean it like that!”, he releases a long blown out exhale when he finds that she’s not fully convinced. His amber eyes dart over to the filling tub which makes his brow raise, “Shit! Our bath!”. Naoya slips and nearly falls while running out of the shower to rush over to the digital interface to shut it down.

Elska, even with all of these mystifying emotions, manages a laugh to her prince’s lack of grace. He turns around with one eyebrow perch up and asks, “Oh so you thought that was funny, huh?”, and growls as he playfully stalks over to her. She cries out in excitement and shuts the glass shower door to block him but he caught it in time and is now slowly edging her to the corner.

“I’m just too fast baby, don’t you know who I am?”, he asks with an embellished sense of grandiosity. When she smirks, he comprehends that she remembers when he said something similar in the park and continues with his makeshift reenactment.

In a cute but mocking tone, Elska adds, “The Naoya Zenin, right?”, tittering to the hint of embarrassment that forms along his features. He remains in alpha mode though as he strolls closer, only fueling her anticipation for what he will do next. She loves this about Naoya. Even in the hardest of moments, he’s somehow able to still be a lighthouse that brings her home and out of the emotional fray.

“Just don’t call me Sati, for the love of God…”, he cackles out while ghosting his lips over her own, “I think that’s the only time I’ve ever been truly angry with you.”, he explains in a whispered tone against her. He’s actually always wondered about that occurrence though which prompts him to ask, “Why did you do that actually?”.

Elska, happily trapped against the wall, becomes somber as she too thinks back to that. “It was really weird actually, I’m not one hundred percent sure. I knew Sati wasn’t there and it’s not like I was hallucinating him…”, she stops to recall, “…but it was like my mind was playing a trick on me.”.

Naoya’s lips slightly pouts out while he racks his brain but for the sake of smiles asks, “Was I really that unappealing to you?”, chuckling when her eyes roll.

“No, I was curious about you since the first time we met but you kind of entered the picture acting like a creep my prince.”, she tells him bluntly with a flare of mischievousness.

“A CREEP?!”, Naoya spares no form of theatrics while responding to her statement, “CREEP!?”, he repeats in a higher tone. He folds his arms and gives a sly smile, “How the hell was I creepy when you lived with Gojo?! You will pay for these insults princess…”.

Elska doesn’t have a chance to banter back before he scoops her up once again and leads her to the tub. She can’t help but laugh at how he mumbles under his breath words like, “Creepy Naoya”, “Well you’re a naughty princess”, and “I’m totally normal”, adding to the silliness that has become them.

Naoya carefully steps into the tub, definitely not wanting to fall now that he has precious cargo and slowly submerges them into the water. “I miss doing this. Why do we let life get in the way of our bath time baby?”, he enquires while resting her in his lap.

“I don’t know but I miss it too. We don’t do it nearly enough now…”. Elska leans forward to place a kiss on his jaw, adoring his growing smile. “Thank you for being you, my prince.”.

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In the hallway, Toji stops a few feet from the door and twists to face Gojo, “What do you think we should do about them?”, he asks while hoping there’s a definitive answer amongst them.

Gojo shrugs his shoulders and with a melancholy tone says, “Fuck if know…in case you’ve forgotten I usually only make things worse.”.

Choso frowns, “Not uh! Not true! Aren’t we about to go make things better?”, smiling widely now to raise Satoru’s spirits.

“What the are you talking about?”, Toji asks suspiciously. When Choso anxiously turns to Gojo for guidance on what to say, Toji asks again, “What the fuck are you talking about?”.

“Look big guy…”, Gojo begins while placing his hands up in front of him, “I’ll tell you but you need to not lose your shit.”, and waits for Toji to agree.

Toji folds his arms, “Just tell me what kind of shit y’all are up to damn it. Things are too fucking rocky for more surprises.”. Toji gauges that this is definitely going to be something he’s not going to like and wonders what it could be.

Gojo clears his throat but motions them to walk further away from the room. When they meet the kitchen area, Gojo takes a second to reminisce the time him and Elska spent in there prior to shit hitting the fan. ‘Love…’, he thinks warmly, grateful for her strength and resilience. When Toji taps his foot to usher on the explanation, Gojo submits and admits, “We’re going to go see Getou.”.

Choso flinches when the energy ignites from around the giant whose eyes now glow a menacingly dark red. “T-Toji…Elska wants hi-…”, but he receives a halting hand from Gojo.

“Let me explain this one buddy.”, he says to the being but then continues with Toji, “She cares for him more than she shows because she doesn’t want to piss you or Naoya off. I promise you I’m right, I’ve already promised her that I’d bring him back.”.

“WHY?!”, is all Toji can sport in response because he truly doesn’t understand, “Can we fucking not with the sexual assault shit for one fucking DAY!? You know he has a pattern now and I’m not fucking cool with it Gojo.”. He narrows his eyes to the silver shaman, “Naoya is going to be the one to lose his shit… and how the fuck did you two become so close all of the sudden? Thought you wanted that fucker dead?”.

Gojo runs his hands through his locks and stretches while formulating the best retort possible. ‘Yikes…’, he thinks but then hears Toji say, “Yikes nothing fucker you’re asking for it.”. At the end of a long whine over lack of privacy, Gojo attempts this hurdle by starting off with, “He’s her turned now too Toji, you know they’re bonded. Imagine if you were in Getou’s shoes.”.

“I wouldn’t be in his shoes because I don’t pull the shit he does. For fucks sake Gojo, I tried being friendly but then he went after her again and even tormented Naoya more than he already has. He fucked with my doll and my cousin one too many times.”. Toji glances over at Choso to see how the being feels about his words but Choso looks down to the floor as if he’s upset.

This irritates Satoru enough for him to slip and say, “I think you forget who you used to be Toji. Life with my love has muddled your memory obviously because I can recall being sealed and having to listen to all of your twisted plans for her. How can you even tal-…”.

Toji growls after decking Satoru in the chin and seethes, “Say that again fucker. Go ahead and compare me to that fucking Titer one more time…”. He didn’t mean to lose his temper but Toji can’t understand how throwing Suguru back in the mix will help anyone at this point. Respite cloaks him when he sees that Gojo didn’t take the punch personally because despite his current demeanor, Toji’s not actually wishing to start a fight.

Gojo wipes his face, thankful that it didn’t hurt but says, “If you’ve gotten that out of your system, I have more to say.”, and waits for the reluctant giant to demonstrate that this is true. “Ok then. Yes, I know Getou has a terrible track record with us and its true, I wanted to kill him for a while now but that was because I never actually met him.”. Satoru notices the look of disgust on Toji’s face but doesn’t address it as he continues with, “I wasn’t able to understand him before but now I kind of do which is why I’m sticking up for him. He’s not much different than me…”.

“I thought he was a really bad man too but I was wrong about some of the assumptions I made about him.”, Choso chimes in to help convince Toji anyway he can. “I know he cares about Elska though, I’ve seen it!”.

Toji grunts and shifts his stance, “No offense Gojo but having two of you around here doesn’t sound that great. I don’t need you guys concocting devious little sexcapades with her and don’t say you won’t because I fucking know you. The first chance you got with them, you went for it.”.

Gojo has to admit that Toji’s rash coldness towards himself is starting to sting. “I won’t let anything bad happen. I think Getou acts out like that because he doesn’t feel like he belongs.”, this was a major reason Satoru wanted to help the Titer, he knows all too well what that kind of alienation feels like because he lived every day before him and Elska fell in love. “We all know what it’s like to feel unwanted…”.

Toji begrudgingly takes that last bit to heart and hates his own logic for understanding to the fullest. He’s still extremely against Getou once again but Toji did have hope once upon a time that he could get along with the man. “I don’t know…”, he stirs verbally, not completely for this reunion attempt but finding that arguing over it isn’t going to deter them. ‘What about Naoya though?’, he contemplates on how the Zenin has probably planned 1,200 different ways for the Titer to meet his end.

Gojo is astounded with how reasonable Toji always is and leaves him to his thoughts for a second before adding, “This isn’t going to be anything immediate. Last we checked, Getou was technically in a comatose like state at the compound.”.

Toji swiftly looks at Choso for confirmation and he receives it silently. He can’t help but acknowledge how there’s a tiny piece of him that was saddened by that information but he knows that likely stems from them sharing Elska as a master. “What happened to him?”, he queries, trying to withhold the concern in his tone. “Does she know?”.

Choso steps closer, “From what I saw, the Titers were saying he crushed himself. I think it was right after he left here…”. Choso shudders at the thought of Getou being so broken over what he did that he’d attempt suicide since he’s only known Getou to be confident and poised. “I think it’s because he didn’t mean to hurt her…”.

Gojo nods in agreeance, “And no, she isn’t aware of his current condition. I didn’t want to give her additional stress, she was already worried about the bonding.”. He can feel Toji’s presence simmering down which makes Satoru take in a deep, deep breath. “I know I’m not making a mistake here, she wants him back and he can be better. We just have to accept him Toji…”.

“Elska would be so happy if we did!”, Choso can feel them reaching a compromise and is elated for it but then Toji reiterates that the biggest issue will be Naoya.

“You know the boy has every intention on settling things with Getou.”, Toji is genuinely worried about how his cousin will react to this because out of all of the turned, Naoya’s suffered the greatest by the Titer’s hands. “How do you plan on stopping that?”.

Choso thinks back to the day where Suguru stole Elska’s wing and how shattered Naoya was about it. He can still hear the Zenin’s cries of anguish as he held her in that puddle of blood, the huge gaping wound in her back. This depresses Choso momentarily and although he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself, his change in mood was noticed.

“What is it bud?”, Toji asks with curious emerald eyes.

Not wanting to oppose their mission to bring Getou back, Choso lies and says, “It’s nothing. You’re right though Toji, how are we going to keep Naoya from attacking him now?”.

“Perhaps we should try to form an agreement between them.”, Gojo is now feeling like he’s about to stumble upon brilliance. “Maybe like Naoya gets to choose a form of punishment that isn’t death and Getou has to accept it.”. When Toji chuckles and comments on how absurdly ridiculous it sounds, Gojo scrunches his face, “Naoya’s kind of simple in this way, it might work if we all vote to bring Getou back.”.

Toji massages his temples but figures he can’t knock them for trying it, “Ok but do you think Getou will really agree to all of this?”.

Gojo stands tall, and grins confidently “For her? Yeah, I think he will.”.

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“Don’t fall asleep baby, you can’t drown on me!”, Naoya splashes some of the hot water onto her neck and back to help her wake back up.

Elska stretches her arms but then leans back into his chest, “You’re the one with magic hands, my prince, how can I not when I am sooo relaxed?”.

Naoya kisses the back of her head with a smile, beyond glad that she expressed that and isn’t the opposite still. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he hums to the sound of the dripping water and feels a surreal amount of tranquility between them. No one has come to bother them yet either, not Zenin or turned which makes this all that much better. He hears her say that she really could fall asleep like this but he beckons for her to hang on so he can finish the pampering. “Scoot up for a sec baby…”.

Elska does as requested and watches him reach for two pump handled purple bottles and a pouring cup from the opposite side of the tub. He instructs her to sit in the middle of the tub and when she gets there, he begins pouring water through her hair. It feels so good and she sits there rummaging through the memories she does have to try and recall if anyone else has done this for her before. ‘It feels familiar…’, she ponders on this, straining her brain to resolve the origin of this Déjà vu. She can almost make out an image though and swears it must have been her sweet Sati. Her thoughts become nonexistent however when his fingers massage the lavender shampoo into her scalp and even whimpers an exasperated, “Ohhhhhh m’ God…”.

Naoya smirks to her pleasure and looks at their profile in the wall-length mirrors. He tears his eyes away though because the mere sight of them both in there was enough to light a fire within. He’s not trying to seduce her, that’s actually the last thing on his agenda right now. He rinses the shampoo away one pour at a time and thinks back to one of his fantasies where he was doing exactly this. When he chuckles to himself, she asks what’s up and he’s rather inclined to explain. “Baby, don’t judge me but I used to make up scenarios like this, right here, in my head about us.”.

Elska bursts out in an unexpected short bout of laughter, “WHAT?”, surprised with his casual admittance. “When was this, my prince?”. She tries to turn around to see him but instead twists the way she’s facing entirely, wanting to see him through the reflection.

Naoya shimmies about to follow her shift but finds talking about it with her eyes on him makes it a little more difficult. “You know…after we met.”.

“That’s rather obvious and not the answer I was looking for.”, she winks to him through the mirror, trying to share that she’s only teasing. She watches him lean over for the conditioner and pump some into his palms as he flashes quick glances at her every so often. “Tell me! I’ll share a time when I did something similar if you do.”, and smiles impishly to his intrigued facial expression.

“Well, after we met in that apartment but the time I’m talking about, I was designing your room at the base…”, he turns his head cheekily with squinting eyes since he still feels weird about kidnapping her.

“My prince, you can do no wrong in my eyes and if I were to be abducted by any man, I’m glad it was you.”, Elska reassures him and wants to hear more. “We became what we are now because of that.”, she reminds him with pure affection, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”.

Naoya leans over her shoulder and locks his lips to hers as soon as she turned her head. He hums again, into her as he always does and tenderly caresses her tongue with his own. He’s shy to say it out loud but he honestly feels the same way about the situation. There’s no telling where’d they be in terms of togetherness if he hadn’t help plot for her capture and feels blessed that they were able to blossom as they did. She releases a soft whimper that instantly riles him up so he gradually pulls away from the kiss to stare into her. “I wouldn’t either princess.”, he expresses while switching his view between her lips and eyes, “I like things just the way they are.”.

“Well I’ve fantasized about you too!”, she cheerfully adds, “It was when I was taking that little vibrator on a test run.”. Judging by his wanting expression, she thinks she’s got him. “The thought of you and that vibrator together is what ultimately threw me overboard. I know it would be incredible because of how wonderful of a lover you already are.”.

Naoya growls seductively to that knowledge and has to mentally step back from the situation as his groin pumps full of blood. He doesn’t want to stoke this flame between them too much but he also doesn’t want to leave her high and dry so he whispers, “I’m going to have to make this fantasy happen then, aren’t I?”. She gasps to his teasing which makes him throw his head back and think about how it really doesn’t take much for them to fall into the mood. This is something Naoya loves about them but he is still strict on his belief that things shouldn’t evolve to that stage right now.

Elska can sense his restraint and figures its because she still has a head full of conditioner so she ducks her head backwards and douses it to help him with the rinsing. He seemed to pick up on it and was already pouring the water down her strands. When he finishes, he stands up behind her but she steals a look through the mirror to admire his existence. Elska bites her lip when he wraps the towel around his waist and shoots her a charming smile.

Naoya lowers his hand to suggest her assistance out, soon cocooning her in towel as well. “Would this princess like a lift?”, he offers in his deep voice and cackles to her yelp when he hoists her up. Naoya feels over the moon as he transports his giggling woman to the bedroom where he lays her down. He half somersaults in the air over here to plop on the far side but quickly scoops his arms around her, allowing them to curl into each other.

Elska rearranges her hair, feeling bad for drenching everything it touches but Naoya says, “All will be washed.”, so she relaxes into his chest and absorbs his heat. He grazes a hand down her back to her thighs, tracing up again in a sweet attempt but Elska can’t help but become stimulated by his touch. She patiently waits for his light fingertips to become pressured with grip, for him to become handsy and explore…but he never does. After debating over how to address this, she huffs and asks, “Is something wrong?”.

Naoya dips his head up and back to see her, “What? No baby, nothing’s wrong, why?”, but as soon as her eyes glow and his respond, the answer was no longer needed. His view follows her hand as it rubs up his leg, to his waist and then down so he grabs her wrists and says, “Baby? You can’t expect me to have sex with you right after all that shit. We are cuddling.”.

Elska’s jaw drops in shock as she tries to decipher if he was messing around or not but when he places her hand back onto his chest, she sits up and glares. “Do you think I’m gross now?”.

Naoya sighs stressfully but sits up too, “I hate to say it baby, but that was a dumb question.”. Elska retreats even more though and he mentally kicks himself for being so dense with his wording. When she turns away insecurely, he grabs her arm, “I meant that I would never think you’re gross…please, don’t think that I’m mad at you for bonding with Nanami, baby. I’m not. None of us are.”.

Elska gives in a little and meets his eyes, “Then why did you just reject me?”. There was a time where his insolence made her crazed in the worst ways but as she adapts to all of the emotions, she’s come to realize that she cannot stand being in opposition with her turned. Their approval of her is everything, she needs it.

Naoya holds her hand and confesses, “Because baby, you’ve been through enough today and we can still be intimate without having sex.”. He does his best to elucidate his reasoning, “Even if your body is healed or wasn’t even badly harmed in the process”, his becomes serious, “you still went through a bonding with a man that due to the dynamics, was probably really emotional. I did not steal you away out of jealousy baby, I wanted to save you from that chaos.”.

Elska is beside herself in disbelief. Naoya never ceases to amaze her, it’s actually kind of crazy that someone like him even exists. She’s no longer disdained by his lack of sexual aggression but is back to feeling something he’s constantly gifted her with. “You’ve always been this way I guess…”, she jokes, “I remember even while being your captive, I felt like you truly cherished me…”.

“It’s because I do.”, he asserts with veracity, “I only want what is best for you, that I can promise.”. He’s glad that this didn’t blow up, that she understood where he was coming from. When she nears him again, he finds himself being pushed onto his back with her wasting no time to straddle him, “Baby what did I just say?!”.

Elska removes her towel and snickers as his face feigns warning of irritation but she was merely being a tease and used this unnecessary method to make room for the sheets to be pulled back. “Well come be intimate with me under the covers then my prince.”, she gives him a quick pec on the lips before rolling off of him and onto her back.

Naoya sends her a mischievous glare, “You are a troublesome little minx…”, but dives on top to smother her with more affection. When she squeals and shouts that his breath is tickling her ear, he concentrates harder on her demise, increasing his output until she shrieks. “You won’t get off so easy next time baby...but I’ll be nice today.”, he tells her as he slinks back over to his side and they settle into the bed. She scoots closer and puts her head on his chest which is when he notices how incredibly wet her hair is. ‘Shit, I didn’t even dry it a little bit!’. After trying to comb through it once he asks, “Want me to grab you a towel for this? I completely forgot about that part baby, I’m sorry.”.

“If It’s not bothering you, I am fine as I am. I don’t want you to get up my prince.”. She snuggles into him more and smiles into his skin. All of her turned are exceptional in every way shape and form. She honestly misses the others but also comprehends why Naoya brought her here instead of just doing this at their place. She’s grateful too.

Naoya smiles and counts the grooves styled into the ceiling, enamored with how nice it is to just lay together without interruption. He doesn’t want to get up either though and with that being the case, he compresses her into him and whispers, “Then I’m not going anywhere baby.”.

((Chapter 81 will be out soon. I spent a lot of time getting ahead on work so that I can dedicate days to writing this like I used to. Thank you for reading!!))

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