"Fuck." That was the first coherent thought that managed to weave its way through your mind as you spotted him from across the room. Even obscured by the mask, Satoru's demeanor screamed anger, an aura you sensed clearly as you passed him in the door frame on your way out of the training room.
You intended to stroll past him without incident, but his hand encircled your wrist, halting you in your tracks.
"Got a minute?" His voice, laced with an undertone that signaled this wasn't a request but a demand.
He pulled you with him into a classroom, the click of the door locking behind you echoing in the space. Satoru seemed poised to speak, but you anticipated his words, preparing to confront him first. However, in that fleeting moment as you turned to face him, you wondered if the expression on his face might not be anger after all. But it was already too late.
"Cut it out with your jealousy, Satoru," you asserted firmly. "You're being ridiculous if you think I have feelings for Megumi!"
Oh. Now, it was surely anger in his expression—perhaps even fury.
"Ridiculous? So you're denying that you're deliberately teaming up with him?" He didn't raise his voice—he didn't need to. Its low, deliberate timbre sliced through the tension like a knife.
Your heart hammered in your chest, the proximity to his barely restrained anger almost terrifying. But you held your ground, lifting your chin slightly, meeting the invisible gaze that you felt keenly upon you even through the dark glasses he always wore.
"Satoru, you're imagining things," you responded, navigating further into the room.
"So when are you gonna tell him?" he pressed.
"Tell him what? That we fucked?"
He was momentarily taken aback as you continued. "When will you finally talk to the higher-ups?"
"That's not the same."
"It is! You told me you didn't want to have any more regrets."
"Yet it's you who seeks out Fushiguro's closeness, enjoys his touch. I'm not fucking around."
He had some nerve coming at you like that. Talking about regret, wanting to make it official, pledging to stop playing games and causing each other pain, and then having the audacity to blame you? You couldn't help but feel that there was more to the problem, that his anger masked deeper issues, but your fury had temporarily blinded you to the nuances.
"I don't owe you explanations for my actions."
"Oh, I think you do."
Turning, you faced him directly. "Megumi is my friend, Satoru. There will be times when he will touch me, and you can't control that."
Satoru leaned in, the cold barrier of his glasses inches from your face, yet the searing intensity of his concealed gaze was palpably felt. "I think I'll need to make something clear to you then."
Before you could reply, he silenced you with a passionate and urgent kiss, catching you off guard. You yielded to the sensation, eagerly responding to his kiss. Satoru lifted you effortlessly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards a nearby desk in the empty classroom.
A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you held on to him tightly, never breaking the electrifying connection of your lips. You moaned quietly against his mouth, as you felt his already prominent bulge pressed against you.
With a growl of frustrated lust, he broke away, setting you swiftly down on the smooth surface of the desk. Pushing you firmly backwards onto the wood surface, he reached between your legs, pushing down on the fabric between your legs, slowly tracing up and down on your sensitive spot underneath your training shorts. Your back arched at the unexpected touch, groaning loudly as your fingers clutched at the desk.
Raising his head, he removed his glasses, his gaze filled with desire as he locked eyes with you. "So you want him to touch you here?"
Your breath quickened as his fingertips tantalizingly traced your most sensitive area, eliciting an involuntary shiver that coursed through your entire being. "No."
He drew closer, now, sliding your shirt over your chest and planting soft kisses along your stomach, gradually making his way up to your breasts, all while sensually caressing you through your pants. "Want him to kiss you here?"
He inquired, his warm breath tantalizing against your skin as he planted tender kisses along your chest and over your already aroused nipples. "Want his tongue on your breasts?"
Gently pushing your bra to the side, he delicately licked your nipple, his gaze locked onto you through his tinted glasses. The desire in his bright blue eyes seared into your very soul.
Breathless with anticipation, you closed your eyes, your breathing growing increasingly labored. "No," you whispered once more, but it was barely audible.
"Want to feel his tongue against your clit?"
The frustration was evident in his eyes as he pushed your knees further apart, using one hand to teasingly rub against you while the other pushed your training shorts over your hips, exposing your underwear to his hungry gaze.
He shifted again, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, using the other to push your underwear aside and insert a finger inside you, then a second, pounding painfully slowly into you until you clenched your muscles trying to force more of him inside.
His skilled fingers curled around your sensitive bud. The heightened sensation sent shivers coursing through your entire body, causing you to squirm with unbridled passion, yearning for his cock inside you. Your fingernails sank into the hand that clasped your wrist with a fervent intensity.
"No, I don't," you managed to utter between breaths.
"I thought so," he said with a mocking tone, his gaze fixed upon you before pressing his lips against your clit. Using his fingers, he worked both in sync as he moved your clit back and forth with his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to release. Your toes curled as you squeezed your legs together in response, arching against him. A faint smirk played on his lips, well aware of your enjoyment.
"So, who do you want to do these things to you?" he asked, persistently teasing you.
"You!" You cried out as his tongue began to penetrate you, his fingers pulling back to your clit, swirling around it again and again. The feeling of his wet tongue sucking at your entrance and thrusting into you made you moan in insane desire, "I want you, Satoru!"
"Good girl," he murmured, his warm breath sending an electrifying jolt across your clit, causing you to involuntarily let out a slightly too loud moan for the specific room you were in.
He swiftly unzipped his pants, pulling them down to unveil his fully aroused self. Before you could react, he began teasingly brushing the tip against your moist entrance, savoring the aroused expression on your face. You arched against him even more, trying to push him inside you, but he pulled back. Bending closer, he said, "You really want me that bad?"
"Stop playing! Fuck me!" you managed to say.
Without further hesitation, he thrust deep inside you, driving every inch of his length all the way in. Your moans of pleasure intensified as his fullness overwhelmed you, each inch pushing the boundaries of your ecstasy.
As his increased breaths synchronized with yours, he thrust vigorously into you, relentlessly repeating the motion. Time and again, he continued until you thought you couldn't contain yourself any longer. Your nails dug deeper into his skin, attempting to keep him still, keeping him from making you come.
However, his relentless pace continued, only intensified as he pushed you higher and higher towards your release. You couldn't help but moan his name, but he promptly silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand and drawing nearer.
"Shh, love. Don't be so loud; they'll catch us," he whispered huskily. With that, he increased the pace even further, pushing you relentlessly toward the brink of climax. It became impossible for you to remain silent, so he tightened his grip on your mouth, and you unintentionally clenched his fingers with your teeth.
"You feel so fucking good," he gasped between breaths, "turn around," he commanded, using a firm hand on your back to guide you upward. His deep kiss consumed you as you pressed against his chest, trying not to dwell on how incredibly aroused you were. "Now, you're obeying me, huh?" A faint smile graced his lips.
His hand firmly wrapped around your waist, he expertly pivoted you and pressed you back against the desk. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, immersing himself between your legs, where he eagerly licked and sucked on your sensitive clit. Overwhelming pleasure caused your eyes to roll back in your head, and you had to support yourself by resting your hands on the desk. He devoured your pussy with his tongue, licking you clean, one lick after another. "Fuck," he groaned at the taste, more to himself than anything else.
Making you whimper and shake above him, but still he wouldn't stop, making you scream out as you neared your orgasm. He paused for just a moment, denying you your orgasm. "Not yet." he said before he moved up again, with a hand on your back gently pushing you forward and over the desk.
Your pleas and shudders filled the air as he continued his relentless pursuit, driving you to the brink. Just as you were about to reach your climax and let out a scream of pleasure, he abruptly paused, denying you release.
"Not yet," he whispered, teasingly withholding your orgasm. He stood up again, his firm hand now on your back, urging you forward and over the desk.
"Satoru, quit the game!" you cried again, now even more frustrated, as you arched against his pulsating cock that was just mere inches from your entrance.
He released a subdued sigh, his words a husky whisper against your ear. "You're driving me insane, you know that?"
"Oh, I've got a certificate for that," you replied sarcastically.
"And a sense of humor to match, I see."
Suddenly, he thrust himself deeply into you, eliciting an unexpected gasp. Your fingers clenched onto the desk's edge as a mixture of pleasure and discomfort because of his size escaped your lips. However, your insatiable desire urged you to push your hips against his, craving more, and craving it urgently.
His fingers wound into your hair, gently pulling your head backward to encourage your unrestrained moans, preventing you from muffling them with your own hand in front of your mouth. An electrifying surge of sensation coursed through your body, taking you by surprise.
His hand grabbed your hair, forcing your head back, encouraging your unrestrained moans and preventing you from muffling them with into your own hand over your mouth. An electrifying surge of sensation coursed through your body, taking you by surprise. You could sense the inevitable climax approaching rapidly, mirrored by his increasingly urgent thrusts and the intense grip on your hair, signaling that he too was teetering on the brink.
"I'm so fucking close," he groaned, his words punctuated by drawn-out moans. His nails dug into your scalp, causing waves of pleasure to course through you, leaving you gasping for air as your body tensed. Suddenly, he intensified his pace, pushing you closer to the edge even quicker than anticipated.
You whimpered his name as your body arched against his, your legs trembling and clenching around his cock as you reached your climax. He felt your inner walls contract around him, with wetness dripping down onto the floor. "Fuck, you're so incredibly hot." Satoru groaned as he spilled inside you, the warmth of it sending shivers through your body.
Satoru remained deep inside you, panting heavily, his sweat-drenched silver hair clinging to his forehead. You struggled to catch your breath, your vision hazy from the overwhelming pleasure, attempting to regain control over your body as it continued to clench uncontrollably.
A faint moan escaped your lips as he withdrew, leaving your inner walls to clench around the void. You remained enveloped in a state of euphoria as he lowered his face to your back, gently placing kisses along the scar on your back. "God, I love fucking you." he said, his warm breath a torture against your skin.
You pushed yourself up from the desk and turned around. Satoru looked incredibly hot after fucking: sweat glistening on his forehead, his drowsy and vulnerable gaze, disheveled hair, and the sound of his heavy breath. The sight alone was enough to send shivers down your spine, nearly making you come again.
"I love fucking you too," you said with a playful smile on your lips. You locked eyes with him, allowing yourself to lose yourself in the depths of his striking blue irises, those damn captivating, beautiful blue eyes. Satoru adjusted his trousers, his every move under your watchful gaze.
"I'm heading to the higher-ups straight away" he declared. Oh right, you had that heated argument just moments ago, a memory that had somehow slipped your mind entirely.
"Are you sure?" you inquired.
"I've never been more sure of anything," Satoru leaned in, gently grasping your hand and planting a tender kiss atop it. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."
He yearned to lean in further, perhaps for a kiss, but his movements were abruptly interrupted by the vibrations of his phone. As he reached for the device, you frantically worked on straightening your hair and clothes, hoping against hope that no one had heard the pair of you.
"Nanami," Satoru rasped. A flash of urgency crossed his face as he quickly scanned the message, "He's got a lead on someone connected to your planed assassination."
"What?" The words stumbled out of your mouth, anxiety tightening your voice. "When did it become a full-blown assassination??"
He buttoned his shirt with swift precision. "Here in Tokyo. We need to act now if we're going to corner them."
"Now??"
Oh God, please have mercy.
****
"Now??"
He paused momentarily, running a hand through his tousled hair and sliding his sunglasses into place. With a deep breath, he leaned in, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. "I have to go."
"I'm coming with you."
Satoru's gaze intensified, searching yours, "Find Fushiguro. He can ensure your safety."
"I won't sit idly by. You know that."
He exhaled a sigh of resignation, lips quirking into a half-smile. "And I both love and hate you for it."
Love? Did he just use that word?
There was no time to gather your thoughts, the words exchanged still lingering in the air, as he hastily made his way out of the classroom. "Quick, let's go," he urged, and you followed him without a second thought.
As you hastened after him, your brain worked in overdrive, attempting to process everything. Upon stepping out of the classroom, the irony of life hit you head-on.
"Guess the whispers weren't all baseless," a voice, dripping with malevolence, echoed across the corridor. Jack. Of course. As if the universe hadn't thrown enough curveballs today.
Both you and Satoru pivoted on your heels to find him a few meters away, arrogantly positioned in the midst of the bustling school corridor. An ominous grin marred his features. The ambient chatter dwindled as the surrounding students froze, attention riveted to the tense standoff, their eyes flitting nervously between the three of you.
This was the last straw. After everything that had happened that morning and the harsh reality that people were now actively trying to assassinate you, tensions had reached their breaking point. A wave of rage ran through your body. The world around you seemed to narrow, sounds dimmed and faces blurred into indistinct shapes.
All that remained clear was the figure of Jack and the mocking twist of his lips. Satoru's posture stiffened beside you, the fury evident in his clenched jaw and furrowed brows as he was about to charge forward to perhaps kill him.
The sickening crunch of a breaking bone reverberated through the corridor, followed closely by the thud of a body hitting the floor.
But it wasn't Satoru who lost it. It was you.
As Jack lay on the ground, clutching his shattered jaw, a stunned silence enveloped the hallway. The usual school din had been replaced by a collective intake of breath, every eye on you. You stood there, anger and frustration coursing through you, your hand still clenched from the punch, his blood dripping from your knuckles.
"Wha—" Jack mumbled through his pained grimace, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, contrasting sharply with the pale floor.
Satoru's gaze shifted between Jack and you, and when it settled on you, it wasn't accusatory or fearful. Instead, it bore a glint of respect—and perhaps a hint of pride. He reached for your clenched fist, his fingers encircling yours, attempting to ease the tension that radiated from you. Turning his attention back to Jack, he leaned forward slightly, his voice taking on an icy edge.
"You'd do well to stay out of things that don't concern you."
Whispers began to bubble up from the gathering crowd, the school's notorious love for gossip flaring up. "Did she really just—?" "Wait, are they dating?" "Weren't they just alone in that classroom?"
However, any further speculation was cut short by the sudden appearance of Nanami, Megumi, and Yuji. They emerged from the sea of students, and their expressions varied wildly. Megumi's eyes, clouded with sadness, settled on you, the betrayal evident. The truth you had tried to confess now plainly obvious.
In contrast, Nanami appeared unfazed by the surrounding commotion. "Can we move on?" he remarked dryly, his voice carrying an unmistakable authority.
As Nanami casually stepped over Jack, Megumi and Yuji trailed behind him. Yuji, ever the supportive friend, lightly squeezed your shoulder as he passed, flashing you a reassuring thumbs up. At least someone you didn't disappoint.
Satoru's grip on your hand tightened momentarily, grounding you amidst the chaos. "Let's go," he murmured, guiding you through the thickening mass of students.
"Everyone knows that he fucks you!" Jack's voice, bitter and twisted, snaked through the hallway.
You flinched at the words, but kept walking. However, Satoru abruptly stopped, and without turning, he said, "Is there a problem with that?" Then, he pivoted to confront Jack, his gaze carrying a deadly threat. "She's with me, and if you ever dare to get close to her again, I'll rip you in half. Got it?"
The gaze of countless students burned into your back. The secret was out.
The weight on your chest seemed to intensify when you met Megumi's crestfallen eyes. The friendship you once shared was now riddled with cracks of heartbreak. But this wasn't the time to mend bridges. First, you had to get this mission somehow done.
"This was not the ideal setting for personal affairs. We have a pressing matter at hand," Nanami said with a unsettling calmness in his voice.
"I'm aware," Satoru responded, voice sharp, the edge of annoyance clear as he turned and walked down the hall. He unconsciously massaged the back of his neck, an action you recognized as his way of dealing with unease. Together, you navigated towards the school's exit.
Yuji, sensing the tension, tried to inject some levity. "That was quite the punch earlier. You sure have a powerful swing," he remarked, grinning teasingly.
You mustered a half-smile, though your thoughts drifted elsewhere. Strength was one thing, but control was another—and right now, you wished for the latter.
"So, what's our destination?" Satoru inquired, eager to move on, as they exited the school.
"Shinjuku," Nanami began. "Our lead is currently stationed at a building in central Shinjuku. And given their previous strategies, it's clear they're not working alone. We have to be cautious; there's a good chance we're walking straight into a trap."
Oh, lovely.
Upon reaching the parking lot, two sleek black cars greeted them. Nanami paused, surveying the group briefly before diving into the plan. "Gojo and I will approach the building from the main entrance. It's the most direct but also the riskiest. We believe they're on the fifth floor, room 504."
His piercing gaze settled on Yuji, "Use the elevator and start from the top, ensuring they don't get a chance to slip past."
Yuji clenched his fist, nodding. "Understood."
Nanami then turned to you and Megumi. "Both of you will position yourselves on a neighboring building. From there, you'll have an overview of everything without being in immediate danger. Keep a sharp lookout and report anything unusual immediately." His attention focused solely on Megumi, "Fushiguro, your top priority is to keep her safe. Clear?"
Without missing a beat, Megumi responded, "Understood."
Satoru, while listening, squeezed your hand discreetly. His silent message was clear: Stay safe. Your gaze drifted down at your hand nestled in his, catching the faint red trail on his sleeve. Only now you realized that Satoru had tenderly wiped away the blood from your hand with his sleeve while you exited the school building.
Nanami handed out earpieces and radios to everyone. "Stay in communication. If anything goes south, we retreat and regroup. This lead is important, but not at the cost of any of our lives."
With a collective nod, the team prepared to execute the plan.
****
Cool air whipped around as you both settled onto the rooftop, the bustling city below seeming muted from this vantage point. Skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, their gleaming windows reflecting the twilight hues. For a while, neither of you spoke, your attentions focused on surveying the area below. Megumi's raven-black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes scanning the surroundings with hawk-like precision.
You hadn't intended for him to find out like this, but now that the truth was laid bare, all you could do was to navigate through the aftermath.
"Megumi," you began, hesitantly, "About what happened at school—"
He hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze, his usually guarded eyes revealing a hint of vulnerability. "Is it true?" His voice was low, lost amidst the ambient sounds of the city below.
Swallowing the unease that gripped you, you nodded. "Yes."
Silence ensued, with only the distant hum of the city to fill the gap. Megumi exhaled, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Are you in a relationship now?"
Relationship? You didn't know if you should call it that either. It sounded so definitive.
"I— I wouldn't label it like that," you confessed, searching for the right words. "It just— happened."
Megumi raked a hand through his hair, a gesture of exasperation or perhaps frustration. "How long?" he probed.
"It's always been him," you murmured, your gaze drifting away, unable to meet his.
Megumi released a heavy sigh. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were closer than that. I thought we were friends."
"We are," you responded, the pain in his voice piercing through you. "Megumi, it was never my intention to hurt you."
"Hasn't he hurt you enough already?" he retorted, stepping closer.
"What?" you asked, your gaze lifting to meet his.
Megumi continued advancing until you were pressed against the wall behind you. The metal hilt of your katana clinked subtly against the solid barrier. He placed one hand beside your head, effectively trapping you. "Every time he breaks you, it'll be me picking up the pieces," he said, his voice laced with pain and anger.
"That's not fair," you whispered, trying to maintain your composure with him so close.
"But you know what? Even knowing all this, I can't help but stand by you, to be there for you."
"Megumi," his name was a soft plea on your lips, begging him to stop.
His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world faded away. His face inches from yours, his voice lowered to a whisper, "Because that's what you do when you love someone."
Megumi's words hung heavily in the air between you, his intense gaze holding you captive. The city noises below became a muffled background, and all that remained was the proximity of his breathing. His gaze drifted to your lips, and you could sense the effort it took for him to hold back, an effort somehow mirrored in your own hesitation.
Taking a shaky breath, you tried to find your voice. "Megumi," you whispered, struggling for the right words, "I can't."
He smirked sadly, "I know."
Suddenly, your earpiece buzzed to life, Satoru's voice breaking through, "Are you two in position? Any activity?"
Megumi pulled back slightly, straightening himself, though his eyes never left yours. "In position. All clear for now."
You took the opportunity to take a shaky breath, adjusting your own stance.
"Stay focused. We're entering the building," Satoru instructed.
"Understood," Megumi responded.
Trying to escape the intensity of the moment, you moved towards the edge of the rooftop. You leaned forward slightly, peering down to get a better view of the building Nanami and Satoru were about to enter. Just as you did, a flash of recognition sparked when Satoru's eyes met yours. A playful wink over the rim of his sunglasses sent your heart racing.
Below, the vibrant pulse of Shinjuku moved in a blur of people, vehicles, and towering structures. Right across stood their target building, its windows reflecting the city's lights yet revealing almost nothing of its inner workings. Megumi, sensing your need for distance, didn't follow immediately. Instead, he took a moment, his gaze fixated on the back of your head.
You adjusted the binoculars around your neck and brought them up, scanning each floor meticulously. From this vantage point, you could observe the entrance, and you watched as Satoru and Nanami made their way discreetly inside.
"You see anything?" Megumi's voice came from behind.
"Just them entering now," you replied without looking at him, your focus riveted on the building. "The windows are tinted, though. Hard to see any movement inside." Adjusting the focus, a familiar figure came into view, "There's Yuji! He's making his way to the sixth floor."
As you were about to continue your observation, something unusual pulled your attention. "Wait, what's that?" Megumi remarked, his tone sharp, recognizing the sudden surge of cursed energy permeating the atmosphere. A chilling realization dawned on you: It's him.
In mere seconds, a tremendous explosion echoed, shattering glass filling the air, and amidst the chaos, figures—Satoru and an unidentified individual—were violently hurled out from the building's depth.