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untaemedqueen · 6 months

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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damn-stark · 5 months

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Chapter 17 Kill of the night

Chapter 17 of Sugar

A/N- ITS TIMEEEE!!!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, light fluff, violence, blood, spoilers, SLOW BURN, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x fem!reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x08, 2x09, and the beginning of 2x10

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“What do you think of Satoru Gojo?”

You move your chess piece first and then look at the camera to answer honestly. “Well, he’s my older brother and my clan leader. And he’s a good brother because he didn’t cut me off my inheritance.” You grin brightly and shift in your seat to face the camera better. “And I think he’s great with my daughter. He’s a good uncle. And…” you sigh softly. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren't for him.”

You nod with content but then realize. “Wait,” you interject with a slight panic. “Is he going to see this?” You stand up to get closer to the camera, but the camera person gets startled and steps back nonetheless.

“Because if he is then he’s annoying,” you try to backtrack what you just spilled so he doesn’t get all smug about it. “And,” you add. “He's not as funny as he thinks he is.” You hum and shoot the camera a tightlipped smile.

“What else?” The camera person asks.

You slowly knit your eyebrows in confusion and probe. “What do you mean, what else?”

You stuff your hands in your oversized blazer coat pockets and continue. “That’s what I think…unless you want this to become some kind of video diary.” You laugh softly. “But I’m afraid that’d boost his already high ego, so that’s all I'm saying.”

“Do you think he’s strong?”

You scoff. “Obviously,” you sass as if that wasn’t already an obvious fact everyone knew. “He’s the strongest.”

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“You’re late,” Satoru complains.

You finally pull your eyes away from the man with the two buns and see the attention of the two curses span over to you.

“About time,” a gravelly voice that belongs to Volcano Head interjects with a menacing smile. You ignore him though and drift your gaze back to your brother to offer him an unapologetic smile.

“Sorry I was dealing with stuff,” you announce nonchalantly and slowly make your way towards the two curses and the man who looks like he doesn’t want to be here whatsoever; he looks like he got dragged along by his friends there.

“You’re always giving me crap about being late,” Satoru argues back with a bit of spite.

You stop a few feet away from the opposing side and find yourself looking back at that cute man from before. And much to your surprise he actually meets your gaze, and the moment he does he slowly straightens out his shoulders and raises his chest as he draws in a deep breath. And it's now as you’re taking a deeper look that you realize that his eyes are that perfect shade of brown. Not too dark and not too light, they’re that rich color like when the sun hits them, only the sun isn’t shining inside. It’s like he’s carrying the sun in his eyes.

It’s a silly observation perhaps, but that color is one you can easily find in a sea of dullness and blandness, it’s your favorite color after all.

“Hello?” Your brother snaps your attention back to him. “I said 8:40.”

You put your hand on your hip and counter Satoru. “You’re always late! Not just occasionally, always! Like this morning, ‘Oh let’s go eat breakfast for your birthday at 9.’.” You mock him and roll your head to the side as you grow annoyed all over again by this morning's predicament. “You got there at 11! Eleven! Two hours later!”

You both know full well what's lying in front of you, you know they’re a threat and want something, but you’re practically teasing them, acting like this is above you as you try to gather intel on what's around you.

“Yeah,” Satoru breathes out and nods slowly. “Well I’m your older brother and your clan leader, so I get an excuse.”

You glare at him and step forward. “So what?” You sass him. “I have daughters, I was dealing with my daughters, that’s an excuse, not whatever bs you just muttered.”

Satoru tilts his head and presses on that with slight concern. “Oh? Is everything okay?”

You sigh and nod. “It’s Nanako and Mimiko, they're fine. They’re just testing this rebel phase.”

Satoru scoffs in amusement. “Well, perhaps they get that from you, you ran away with—”

“Hey!” Volcano Head cuts in loudly. “I’ve had enough. Are you two going to continue yapping or face what’s in front of you? Because we can find some entertainment if you don’t care about us.” He chuckles and looks up.

You follow his line of gaze and take note of how many people are looking down at the scene, you see some of them point at you as they begin to recognize you, but rather than seeming star-struck, they seem confused and afraid. And you can’t blame them, for some people, there’s only three of you down here and some kind of barrier keeping them in, while others see the two curses and their terrifying complexion whilst knowing that something isn’t right.

Nevertheless, you look back at your brother, and even if you can’t see his eyes through his mask, you both share a taunting laugh over Volcano head’s comment. And that only works to piss him off.

“Well,” you rebuttal and point at him. “You guys called us over here, so the question is what do you want?”

Suddenly as if to answer your question branches cover the ceiling gap overhead to block an exit strategy that neither of you were going to take.

“You don’t need to do this,” Satoru says after a sigh. “We won’t run. I mean if we ran, you guys would kill every human here, right?”

Rather than answering, the curses and the guy stay quiet, making you share a confused look with Satoru considering this is why you’re down here in the first place, for them! And now they’re quiet.

“If you ran, huh?” Volcano Head speaks again, which is a real pity because you want to hear what the guy's voice sounds like.

Just out of curiosity.

“…the correct answer is…the correct answer is…” Volcano Head trails off and raises the wooden cane he was carrying to burn it to ash just as the gates over the tracks open and spill humans inside, causing your vision on the targets and your brother to obscure.

“Whether you run or not,” Volcano head finally finishes.

You stay where you are and ignore the chaos beginning to ensue around you as the people begin to get annoying and start to get in the way and continue to make commotion.

“Y/N!” Some civilian shouts before they throw themselves on you. “What’s going on?!”

They look at you as some savior, as a comfort in this chaos, but you can’t give them that with two special-grade curses and an unknown curse-user beginning their move against your brother and you. Thus, you rip their arm off your shoulder without looking at them and gently push them aside.

“Stick to the sides or get up, or you’ll die,” you say bluntly and meet Volcano Head’s threatening gaze as he glances at you and then back at your brother before he basks his hands with cursed energy.

You don’t bat an eye and watch him as begins to charge towards your brother whilst also lighting people in the way on fire. The white and tall curse follows after him, leaving you and the guy to face each other a lot closer.

“Blood Manipulation,” you hear the guy say in a deep and husky voice as he crouches down and crosses his arm over his chest. “Slicing Exorcism.”

A blood manipulation technique? So is he a Kamo? Only the Kamo clan inherits that technique. Unless this is some different variation of it?

But now that you’re looking at him closer he can pass as a Kamo. One you haven’t heard about or met before though.

Regardless, you know some weaknesses of a blood manipulator thanks to your family. Which is why, just as blood spills out from the mark across his nose and forms a red blood orb, you lift your chin and watch as one blood orb shoots out towards you in the shape of a sharp line, while the other shoots towards your brother. You proceed to wait for it to get close to you, and just before it can hit you, you hastily maneuver through the crowd and stand on a different side.

“Smart,” you throw at him and catch him by surprise.

The guy shifts around and takes a moment before he finds you hiding behind people. “I could say the same for you,” he snaps back.

You smile faintly, place your hand on your hip, and tilt your head slightly as your curiosity gets the best of you. “I haven’t heard about you in any of the reports, who are you?”

The guy puts his hands together and counters nonchalantly. “No one you need to know.”

“Aw shucks,” you quickly quip with a feigned smile. “You’re breakin’ my heart, honey,” you lull out, making his dark eyebrows furrow and the corner of his lips twitch. He then proceeds to mumble something and another blood orb appears.

Once again you wait and just before it can hit you, you move out of the way. This time though you use the air to boost you up so you can sit on top of the gates and look down at the guy. Plus from higher ground you can see Volcano Head and the other curse try to amplify their domain and neutralize your brother's technique. However, of course, it doesn’t work, and Satoru zips up with ease, causing both curses to crash with each other and send out a wave of dust and dirt that you manipulate to swerve past you.

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours,” you direct at the guy, making him twist around on his feet to find you sitting ever so calmly on the gate above the tracks.

“Leave him alone,” Satoru cuts in, and when you look over at where his voice comes from you see him landing on one of the gates further down the line. “You’re annoying.”

You pout and roll your eyes away, noticing the guy narrow his eyes on your brother as if he were annoyed by what Satoru just told you.

“Makes sense,” Satoru addresses your rivals. “I suppose you would think of that after allying with curse users.”

You swing your leg over the other and rest your hands on the gate so you can sit back while you wait for a response.

However, instead of hearing something come out of their mouths, Volcano Head suddenly rams his hand through a random man’s chest. And normally you don’t care whether non-sorcerers live or die, but today it bothers you that they’re killing them because you don’t know what they’re after exactly. It’s getting on your nerves.

“I thought I told you not to run. Can you not understand unless I do this?” Volcano Head retorts and then burns the body to ash.

“Man,” Satoru mutters with a smirk playing on his face. “Honestly, I’m shocked.”

“What?” Volcano Head asks with a menacing grin that lets you see his black teeth. “Making excuses?”

“Not at all, baldy” your brother counters as he reaches for his blindfold to pull it off and show off how scary his eyes get when he’s pissed off. “I’m saying I’m shocked that you ever thought you could beat me if this is all you got.”

You begin to smirk and lean forward.

“Hey there, Weed.” Satoru points at the tall white curse. “This is the third time we’ve met, right?” He asks rhetorically. “And you still underestimate the hell out of me. I’ll kill you first.”

“Do that,” Volcano Head interjects and looks over at you. “And I’ll kill your sister in front of you.”

You scoff only because you're being dragged into this for no reason. This is the first time you’ve ever met them!

“I’d like to see you try,” Satoru says without sounding affected by the sudden threat to your life. “Anyway, come on,” he taunts the white curse before he hops down on the tracks to be at their level. “Bring it. What’s your problem? You’re the ones who said not to run, right?” He mutters and walks over to stand in between them.

And the moment he stops walking, Volcano Head and the white curse throw their fists at Satoru. However, just before they can hit his barrier, Satoru captures Volcano Head’s wrist and flips him over his back with one strong yank.

The white curse thought it was going to hit your brother, but it manages to swing its leg over Volcano Head’s face instead. And rather than letting Volcano Head’s wrist go, your brother straddles his arm.

Albeit, you don’t get to see the outcome because, from the corner of your eye, you see a blood-made arrow shooting toward you. You only barely miss it by jumping down to the tracks.

Even then, the arrow follows you and swings at your side, but before it can hit you, you manage to gather water from the sweat rolling off the people standing around, and the water specks in the air, and use that as a shield. And just as you predicted the blood arrow flops to the ground and pools around your feet.

“You know,” you jab at the stranger coming to view as people begin to clear a path towards him to try and avoid him. “I was not going to bother fighting you, but,” you scoff softly. “If you want to play. I’ll play along. Just a warning,” you say in a sweet and threatening voice as you slide a foot back. “I like to play a little rough.”

The guy glares at you and puts his hands together again. “Well then,” he utters in a low voice that suddenly sends chills down your spine. “I won’t hold back. For your sake, I hope you can keep up.”

You smirk and to avoid wasting too much energy you reach for your pocket to pull out a blade from the worm hidden in your pocket. This makes the guy blink with surprise, and you smirk before you begin to stride over to him.

“It’s okay,” you interject teasingly. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

The guy huffs and rather than shooting another arrow at you, he pulls his hands away and fists one hand to grow two claws out from in between his knuckles before he also begins to stride over to you.

When you meet halfway you both swing at each other, but you end up clashing your blade against his blood claws.

“Do you always talk this much?” He sneers.

You avert your gaze and shake your head. “Only to the people I like.” You glance back at him to flash him a smile, and the gesture ends up making him falter for a second because he glances at your smile and swallows thickly.

You take advantage of this moment and fist your other hand to quickly use your air technique to punch his throat and knock all the air out of him before you make him fly back. Before he can hit the floor though, you travel your cursed energy down through the dirt and rip off a piece of the wall to hurl at him and throw him across the platform so he can land at the other train tracks where your brother went while you were dealing with this guy.

When you jump onto the platform and run over to the other side you’re impressed by the fact that the guy was quick to recover and was faster to attack your brother.

Albeit your brother obviously blocks his blood attack, and the following one made by Volcano head. However, the hit Volcano Head made was powerful because it makes the lights flicker off.

“Are you sure about this?” Your brother asks through the darkness.

The hue from the Curse’s cursed energy they use to try and attack your brother brightens up the tunnel, letting you see them, but not the guy you were previously fighting.

“The more you try to neutralize my technique with your domain amplification,” your brother explains. “The stronger I have to maintain my technique. I don’t think this asparagus has the energy left to withstand that, do you?”

Volcano Head begins to get pushed back by your brother's utter strength before he turns to begin shoving the white curse back. Not with hands, he doesn't even strain himself whatsoever, he just uses his technique to begin squishing the white curse against the wall so hard it begins to bleed out.

Yeah you know he's strong, you know what he can do, but it never fails to amaze you. You have to admire it for a second and let the awe pass before you try to go in search of the guy to at least knock him out and have him stop being in the way.

However, before you can walk off, Volcano Head suddenly zooms to you and plants his palm on your torso. “Satoru Gojo! Look over here!” He yells

Before you can blink or breathe, fire engulfs you from your torso up. The bright flames blind your vision and don’t let you catch a glimpse of Satoru’s finishing act.

Yet the flames are not painful, they don’t burn your skin or turn you or your belongings to ash. You’ve worked hard to make your fighting attire resistant to some degrees of fire, and your technique protects you from burning to a certain point, so the flames unraveling over your flesh are like kitten licks.

Volcano Head is so focused on his dying friend though, that he doesn’t see you putting your blade away to manipulate his own flames and have them crawl over your body and gather in your palms.

“Was that light show supposed to impress me?” You break your silence sassily.

Volcano Head straightens out and just as he turns his head to face you, Satoru exorcizes the white curse with a bright explosion of his technique that returns the pitch darkness for a second before all the lights finally flicker back on.

“How?” Volcano Head gasps as he sees you’re unscathed.

Your eyebrows knit together and you hum in confusion. “Hm? You mean you didn’t know?” You inquire. “You invited me here, aren't you supposed to know?” You tilt your head and look at him with a fake pitiful look.

“Next?” Satoru seethes as he looks back with a menacing glare.

“Tell me,” you taunt and hold Volcano Head’s gaze. “Should I let my brother handle you, or should you and I give it a shot? I like to play with fire too. Albeit,” you mutter and grab his wrist. “You’re not my type, so it won’t be much fun.”

Volcano Head’s eyes narrow and he begins to scowl so hard that steam begins to come out of his volcano head.

“LIAR!” He bellows and actually gets you confused for a moment.

“Huh?”

Volcano Head then proceeds to grow another fire orb on his palm, making you smirk and begin to consume those flames as you still hold his cold wrist.

“What,” he sneers and looks down at your hand and catches your flesh and veins glow as the fire he summons seeps into you. “What are you doing?!”

You narrow your gaze and he adds more fuel to his fire, but you keep stealing his flames. And this time the flames begin to wrap around your arm, making Volcano Head look at you with bewilderment.

“Impossible,” he mumbles.

You glare at him and snicker. “Oh, honey, you have no idea.” You begin to grow a fire orb on your other palm using his own flames and yours. You also mix in the air around you and the fire grows more wild.

Volcano Head tries to pull back, but fire begins to spill out of your fingertips and burns his flesh, leaving marks before smoke rises as his blood and his flesh begins to boil and melt, letting out his horrendous stench.

Albeit that doesn't stop Volcano Head from continuing to try and outmatch you, something you can’t allow to happen. So, you clench your jaw and flick your hand off his wrist to blast the fire orb out through his stomach.

And since he can control fire like you he’s more resistant to your technique and ends up flying back as your fire grows wild and untamed and blasts him back, missing all the non-sorcerers in the way by mere inches. But when Volcano Head catches his footing he manages to dig his heels in the ground and slides back. Yet you're not done, your fire suddenly roars out before it explodes and creates a gap through Volcano Head’s chest.

“Underestimate me again,” you sneer and storm over to him whilst you make both of your arms glow as the flames lick your flesh underneath your skin. “Please.”

Rather than standing his ground, Volcano Head runs away, hiding between the crowd and throwing random civilians at Satoru and you as he runs past to jump back on the platform.

“Handle the other one,” Satoru tells you as you both stalk after Volcano Head like a ravenous wolf pack hunting their prey—“I’ll handle this jackass,” he finishes in a threatening voice he only uses when he’s really pissed off.

“Understood,” you agree without protest because the truth is you do want to face the mystery man. You were promised a fight after all weren't you?

Which is why you jump back on the platform and maneuver through the crowd to try and find that mystery guy.

Volcano Head hurls people at you thinking they’d be an inconvenience, but you just swerve them and continue to stalk through the bodies with the fire racing through your veins dying out. He then shouts, but you don’t hear what he says because someone grabs your arm, causing you to look over with disgust and shock.

“What’s going on?” The non-sorcerers voice quivers.

You glance at their hand and grab their wrist as if it was toxic and drop their arm to back up. “Just…” you struggle to keep up appearances. “Hide.”

The non-sorcerer nods rapidly and stumbles back to try and shift around. However, before they can move away, you see a blood arrow shoot out of its head, causing you to snap your head to the side.

Alas, the edge of the blood arrow still skids inches away from the corner of your eye, cutting the side of your head like a sharp blade would. Yet you don’t let it affect you, it stings, but it doesn’t hurt terribly. You feel blood trickling out of your wound and his blood mixing with yours, but the wound itself doesn’t feel too deep. Now you know that he isn’t far away from you though, and thanks to the clear path left by the people he killed to reach you, you know exactly where he is.

Not only that but thankfully, the people around you try to avoid Satoru and you, so they leave more of an open field, but not a clear one. Albeit you don’t want a clear path, nor do you take it, you continue to hide between the bodies still polluting the platform to try and get to the mystery guy.

“An eight-car train is pulling in,” the announcements overhead startle you and make you freeze where you are. “Please wait behind the yellow line.”

Your eyes widen with disbelief and confusion, and you quickly search for your brother through the crowd. Luckily he’s as tall as an overgrown beanstock, so you find his unique blue eyes amongst the crowd.

“Satoru,” you mouth and hear the train sound its horn in the distance before you hear its screeching tires against the metal tracks.

Your brother points his eyes across from him, so you follow his line of gaze and catch the guy's buns sticking out between the bodies of people. Which means your brother wants you to keep going to him.

Perhaps somewhere less crowded though, right?

You look back at Satoru and see exactly that; he points his eyes up, telling you speechlessly that he wants you to move your fight away from this floor. Or as far as you can without hitting the veil.

Albeit just as you take one step towards the mystery guy you hear the train screech to a halt so you stop again and slowly peer back. And of course, what you see isn’t surprising considering what’s currently unfolding.

Happy fucking birthday to you! Of course, there’s curses overfilling the train.

Some of the non-sorcerers don’t realize what’s waiting for them though, not until it’s too late and the door opens and spills out all the horrifying curses like something out of a nightmare.

Like something out of your nightmare more like, you swear you’ve had nightmares like these when you were younger.

“Shit, shit,” your panicked gasps mix with the yelling and storming of the curses as they run out and chase after people. You proceed to pick up your pace and push people aside to reach this fucking guy. And luckily, thanks to everyone running away you come face to face again.

“I was promised a fight, yeah?” You raise your voice to be heard over the commotion. “So why don't we give each other another shot?” You taunt him because in order for you to give him all you got he needs to be more threatening. He looks intimidating, and his cursed technique and his fighting so far are impressive, but he can’t be above a first-grade sorcerer.

You can’t waste your precious energy on him, no matter how hard he fights, who knows what you might need it for after all. Because something tells you this is going to be a long night, so again happy fucking birthday!

“I thought you wouldn't care,” the guy rebuttals.

Your lips tug to a smirk and you manage to mess around with him. “So you’ve been thinking about me?” You touch your chest and bat your lashes. “I’m glad.” You actually smile.

The guy swallows thickly, and you see his chest rise once again.

Nevertheless, before you can walk to each other, people run past you, and your attention gets stolen by the branch ceiling from before, breaking and dropping a dozen more people on the platform.

And you usually have no remorse for non-sorcerers, but right now you feel a flicker of pity. Yet you can’t say you think too much about it because you quickly look back at the mystery guy and see him trying to make another attack. So just as he’s about to throw his blood out to cut through people and to try to hit Satoru and you, you quickly summon air to your palm and throw your arm out to lash the air at him.

Your technique slices his side as if cut by sharp razor blades and interrupts his actions before he can execute it, making him scowl and dart his gaze around the platform for the cause until he finds you.

You don’t shy away, nor do you try to hide right away, you shoot him a smirk before you lean over on one leg and then spin around to strut over to the stairs, hoping he’s tempted and pissed off enough to go after you.

You don’t look back to check though, not until you reach the stairs. And just as you hoped, you see him take the bait and follow after you. So, you flash him a flirty smile before you pick up your pace to reach the top of the stairs first and then run and hide in the shadows to make him come find you.

At first, you thought he wouldn’t follow and try to find you when he saw the platform empty, but you soon hear the heels of his boots hitting the ground.

That’s all you have, the sound of his footsteps. It’s not enough to catch him off guard, so you push yourself out to creep towards the sound of his footsteps. When you spot a glimpse of him your lips tug to a smirk, and you slow down to follow at his side without him noticing.

And rather than giving yourself away at that moment, you first interject quietly so it seems like you’re far away, but loud enough so he can hear. “You know I can tell that you’re a new guy with this…insidious group, so I’ll give you an offer.” You smack your lips and stop as he stops to try and locate you by your voice alone.

“I help people,” you continue with sincerity. “People like you. I have a community for sorcerers, I can help you. It’s not too late.”

The guy's eyebrows furrow deeper and you see his nose scrunch while his eyes falter in their search for you to glance at his hands as if debating.

That’s what you want, debate. Think deeply about it. Consider it.

Nevertheless, you know better, the guy quickly snaps his eyes up and turns his head in your direction. You quickly hide behind a screen advertisement and flow your cursed energy to the ground to shake the ground on the guy's other side.

“I can feel the ground tremble beneath my feet,” he says in that nonchalant voice. “It’s a matter of time.”

You smile as you manage to trick him, and when you peek out you see his back to you so you rip off a piece of the ground and hurl it at him.

However, he’s more prepared this time, his reflexes are fast and he quickly manages to throw his arm up to shield himself, managing to break the piece of dirt and cement with just the raw strength of his blood-covered arm. Which is super fascinating. It’s impressive.

“Answer me this,” he breaks his silence and slowly stretches his arms out to meet his palms together. “Where is Yuji Itadori? I will not rest until I kill him.”

So he’s after Itadori too, huh?

You might just have to kill him or immobilize him. At least until you find Yuji Itadori.

“Well then I hope you have high stamina,” you retort and begin to slowly stalk forward as he keeps his back facing you. “You’ll have to be waiting for a lifetime before I give that away.”

The guy huffs before suddenly his blood that you don’t even see slices through the space ahead of him, causing the ceiling to crumble, the wall to break, and the ground to crack and fill with debris. When he sees that you aren’t hiding ahead of him he slowly shifts on his feet, so you quickly charge at him. And just as he turns his head to look at you, you reach him and jump up on his shoulders.

And just before he can reach back, you swing around his shoulders to face him.

“Gotcha,” you whisper and secure your legs around his neck before you begin to elbow his head with hard thrusts.

“Tsk,” the guy groans and then slaps his hands on your waist and embeds his fingers so hard on your flesh that you know it’ll bruise.

You ignore the stinging though and keep slamming your elbows on his head hoping this will paralyze him.

However, you quickly find out that your hope is pointless, he's resilient, and he begins to stumble forward until he reaches a wall and slams you against it, making you falter and groan in pain.

The guy then backpedals and tries to repeat his actions, but you grab the buns on his head and yank his head to the side so hard his buns come undone and his brown hair cascades down to his shoulders, making you falter and blink repeatedly whilst you feel something hot beginning to brew in the pit of your stomach.

“I thought we said to give each other all we got,” he says through gritted teeth. “Do it or kill you.”

You hum softly, and can’t help but offer him a cocky smile before you slap your hands on the sides of his head and summon fire to your palms, causing the flesh and veins protected under your skin to glow. You then start to burn him with fire, making him seeth, and slither one hand to your throat before he slams you against the ground so hard that the air in your lungs is knocked out, making it hard to catch your breath and to react any other way.

Not only that but your back is throbbing now, it hurts like a fucking bitch, it feels like he broke the damn thing and not in a good way. That or you’re getting too old for all this shit.

Nevertheless, when you have some sense in your body, you scratch your nails across his face so hard it cuts his flesh and makes his grip on your throat falter, letting you pull your leg back to kick him back.

The guy doesn’t end up far, but he’s far enough that you can flip around and finally gasp for air.

Was it enough though? No, because he quickly strides over and grabs you by your ankles, and drags you back. And that action, that simple action, slams you with panic as an old fear rams through and triggers what you had suppressed a long time ago.

“No, no,” you mumble between pants as a memory from 12 years ago flashes in your head about that non-sorcerer that tried to gut you like a fish, and have you turn to curse.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you sneer, but not at the guy really, you’re more talking to the man who only lives in your memories and nightmares now.

Regardless, footsteps approach you so you flip around rapidly and imbue your flesh with flames whilst you also wrap your arm with the air in the room. As the guy gets close you throw him a powerful right hook over his jaw so powerful that he goes flying back, and crashes against the wall so hard that his body creates a crater behind him.

You don’t think it’ll keep him down. It hurt him, but it didn’t kill him. Yet you’re still a bit frazzled so you push yourself to your knees and grab your chest as you take deep breaths for a moment.

Deep breath. Deep breath. You’re not there. It happened 12 years ago. He’s dead and can’t hurt you anymore. He’s dead, breathe. Breathe.

You swallow thickly and force yourself to get over it to get up and keep going as if nothing. And the moment you find the guy, you see him pushing himself off the wall with a dislocated jaw, blood running out of the corner of his mouth and his nose, while strands of his hair stick to his skin glistening with sweat. And you try not to, but your heart skips a beat.

“I’ve got to admit,” you interject and slowly lick your lips. “It’s been a while since someone’s kept me on my toes.” You scoff softly.

The guy holds your gaze and rolls his jaw back to place in such a cool way that you nervously swallow back.

“I’m impressed,” the guy says in a less threatening and nonchalant voice. He actually sounds sincere, so you take it to heart even as you break into a stride towards him.

The guy doesn’t falter and heads to you too. When you get close enough you throw the first punch, but he blocks you with his forearm and immediately rebuttals with his own swing.

Albeit you mirror his previous action and block him with your arm. And so you don’t lose traction you swing again, but he manages to block you again.

That should make you change your next move, but you keep it the same and he doesn’t change either so it ends up being a small cycle; you swing and he blocks, and then he swings and you block, almost as if you’re coordinated with each other. It’s not until you swing for his face that you trick him and swing your other fist to punch him in the gut.

The guy groans and stumbles back, so you go over to actually swing at his face, but he catches your fist with his hand and swiftly pulls you to him before he twists you around and wraps his arm around your throat, making you reach over to grab his arm as he squeezes his grip.

And in reality, the entire action sequence should bother you, but again you feel a warmth in your stomach while your heart skips a beat again.

“I have to say,” you mutter with a soft laugh. “You’ve got my heart skipping a beat.”

You feel the guy's chest rise as he draws in a deep breath after your comment. You feel his breath unfurl over the tip of your ear as he exhales, you feel his warmth as you grab onto his toned forearm, and barely manage to feel the rapid thumps of his heart beneath his chest as he presses you against him. He parts his lips, but he doesn’t say anything, you just hear his lips smack.

Now you should get out of his grip, it would be easy to do so, but you feel a bit mischievous so you take the long way out and first roll your head back to meet his gaze with a soft smirk.

The guy doesn’t falter and holds your gaze as you stand closer than ever before. He doesn’t attempt to move either, you look into each other's eyes and for some reason, just for a moment, it feels as if you finally found something you didn’t know you lost. You feel that satisfaction that you get after finding what was lost. It’s odd, but good at the same time.

What might he be thinking you wonder now too as your own mind runs with weird feelings. He’s not moving and he’s holding your gaze, so maybe you should move first. After all, you don’t have all day, you need to go back to Satoru, and then get out of these veils to check what’s going on before going to find Itadori.

Thus you ball your hand to a fist and slowly raise it to catch him off guard. However, you quickly freeze as you see the guy's eyes widen, and notice that his nonchalance turns to shock. He proceeds to gasp before he slowly slips his arm off your neck, letting you take advantage of this opportunity and slam your fist against his face.

The guy flies back with the power of your swing, but he quickly finds his footing and slides back on his feet.

Now you expect him to react and counter, but he just looks at you with his eyes widened and his lips slightly parted in shock, as if he just saw something unbelievable.

“Honey,” you say in a silky voice that makes him blink and causes his eyes to slowly soften which makes that sun in his eyes brighten. And it all only confuses you more, but you don’t question it, you continue. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

The guy's usually clenched fists fall, and his tense shoulders ease.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Uh, well, I’ll say this, no hard feelings for what’s about to happen. I need to go back to my brother and I have shit to do, so,” you sigh and rub your aching throat, whilst you fist your other hand and summon air to gather under your fist. “If you change your mind about my offer, call me or text me.”

You nod and see the guy part his lips but nothing comes out again, so you throw your fist out to blast the air at him.

The moment he gets smacked by the blast of air he knocks out before he slams against a wall.

Now you can finally leave.

Yet before that, you pull out a contact card from the worm hidden in your pocket and walk over to the unconscious guy to tuck it into his pants pocket. “Maybe we’ll see each other again,” you murmur to him as you study his pale and calm-looking face. “I—”

You cut yourself off as you’re suddenly hit with a realization about who he might be…a Cursed Womb—no the only Cursed Womb currently living, Satoru says Itadori killed the other two, so is this Choso? Or one of the other two after him, 2 or 3? You didn’t catch the other cursed wombs' names so you can’t name them, you’re sorry for that. You only know the first one, Choso. So is this him?

If it is, he turned out to be…a very beautiful man; very muscular, with nice hair, and pretty eyes. Still, albeit, you can’t say it would change anything as long as he keeps wanting to kill Yuji Itadori. So you'll leave him be and hope he changes his mind soon or else you’ll have to kill him.

As for now though, back to Satoru.

The station hasn’t exploded so he hasn’t needed to go to extreme measures. You can't hear any loud commotion either no matter how close you get…which is actually concerning, it’s a bit too quiet for your liking.

But maybe it's quiet because he’s handled the situation? He said he almost killed Volcano Head before so it shouldn’t have been so hard. Patch face was there though, he’s tougher.

But Satoru probably has it under control. Hopefully. You don’t want to deal with that thing, he sounds creepy and annoying…

Alas, when you slowly start climbing down the stairs you begin to see people not moving from where they stand. You can hear chatter from a voice that sounds oddly familiar but it’s not Satoru’s.

When you get further down you notice that people are in fact frozen with their eyes mindlessly looking at the ceiling, and drool trickling down their chins.

There’s many reasons why this could be happening, but there’s only one actual hard possibility, and that is that this happened because of Satoru’s domain. The curses are all gone too, so it was probably because of his domain.

Oh, well.

You climb down to the last couple flight of stairs and search for any sign of your brother. And luckily you catch a glimpse of him right away, along with…

No…

It can’t be…He’s dead. You heard Satoru impale that knife through his chest. You heard him take his last breath. This can’t be him….

But your eyes nor your mind can deceive you from recognizing that dark, long, and soft hair you’d brush and run your fingers through. And Satori inherited that same beautiful hair, you can’t ever forget that. And that Gojogesa? He’d wear that almost every day to pass as a Buddhist. You’d recognize that gold-colored kasaya garment anywhere. You still have that stupid thing, you cling onto it like a security blanket when you miss him or when you feel lonely.

But it’s that voice. This person talking is not Suguru Geto. It can’t be Suguru Geto. It can’t be your husband and the father of your daughters. You’ve grieved him for the past year, you stopped crying for him every night only a couple of weeks back. And even though it’s hard to admit… you’ve moved on because you had to. Sure sometimes—a lot of the times you reminisce about your past with him, but he was in your life for 12 years. 12 years! How can you not?

It’s why you know something is wrong now as you hear him speak, and especially as you see your brother trapped by some flesh-made restraints in front of him. Because after all, no matter what, they loved each other. Do you think they’d hurt each other? Yes, but only for a good reason. So this?

What reason is this? Suguru wanted to rid the world of non-sorcerers. Okkotsu is with Miguel in Africa, and there’s nothing here he’d want, not even Sukuna. So having Satoru restrained and on his knees is for what exactly?

Plus…Suguru would’ve come back home. If not for you, for Satori and the twins, right? If not for you, for them, right?

Oh god….

Your head hurts, and your heart aches all over again. This can’t be him….no, no, no, no!

It’s getting hard to breathe again…you can’t breathe.

You grab onto your chest and take deep breaths. You continue to look at…Suguru, or whoever this is you see, but it makes breathing harder, so you take a moment and find yourself looking at your brother.

Satoru quickly finds your eyes past the crowd of limp corpses, whilst Suguru yaps away with Patchface standing next to him, and Satoru very lightly shakes his head with a hardened and serious look in his bright blue eyes.

There’s only one thing he can mean by that, but how can you leave him like that? Him! He’s strong, the strongest there is so to succumb to whatever has him restrained must be tough, so he needs you. He needs you and you need him. Now more than ever because you feel that fear you’d feel when you were little, it’s back again as you see the man standing before him, that man who looks like Suguru Geto but doesn’t talk just as softly as he did.

You need your brother, so you ignore him as he shakes his head again, and quietly climb down the stairs. When your feet hit the floor you don’t hesitate to push past the limp bodies in the way. Yet when you get past them and stand behind Suguru, you freeze slightly and begin to feel relief beside your disbelief. You feel joy slowly start creeping in.

Your heart and your mind flash warnings to not let yourself feel any kind of warm feelings, but you can’t help it. You love him.

“Suguru?” You whisper softly.

Patch face peers back first, and the man before you straightens up and hesitates a little before he slowly turns and faces you with a wide, close-mouthed smile that makes his eyes tiny. A smile that he’d never give you in a moment like this, not after being apart for so long.

“My love,” he greets sweetly, and that’s when that blinding bliss you were just feeling comes crumbling down because he’s never called you that. Never in your 11 years of dating did he ever call you that. Not even after you got married, or after you had Satori.

So who is this man disguising himself as Suguru Geto?

A/N- Kenjaku really thought he’d fool the Gojo’s.

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