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"Today I'm really gonna do it. I even shaved more than just my legs," (y/n) said to Nobara who was sitting beside her.

It was finally gonna be the night when (y/n) grew some balls as well as got some. She'd been telling Nobara, well, maybe not telling, more like complaining to Nobara that it's been ages since she's gotten laid and that she desperately needed for it to happen on the first possible chance. Last weekend and the weekends before that, (y/n) couldn't bring herself to do more than making out and occasional groping.

But her patience reached a maximum level.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Nobara teased and took her bag from her shoulder to look for her wallet. "But at the same time, I must give it to you," she continued. "You're wearing a skirt, which is unusual and I see some work over here." Nobara pointed at (y/n)'s red lips and cat-eye makeup.

"Gotta bring attention to myself somehow." (y/n) shrugged and spun from side to side on the barstool. There was no way she was going to leave the bar without a promise of getting laid. She was, how to call it... desperate. Anyone in her place would be. She broke up with her boyfriend six months ago, and since then had a difficult time finding a quick replacement. Looked like it was her lucky night because there were many handsome guys all around the bar - plenty to choose from.

(y/n) was looking around, trying to find someone interesting to rest her eyes on, when suddenly Nobara grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it so hard that it felt like the bone got dislocated. "Shit, look over there!"

(y/n) breathed in through her teeth, a 'tssk' sound left her lips. "What?"

"On ninth." Nobara nodded her head in the direction she was looking. "A few seats to your left, isn't that Fushiguro's dad?"

"What?!" (y/n) turned her whole body ninety degrees with what seemed like the speed of light.

"Don't turn so quickly you dumbass!" Nobara scolded.

(y/n) looked for a moment in the direction she was instructed and after a moment, in the crowd of people, she found the person Nobara was talking about. "Fuck, it's really him." (y/n) turned back to her friend with a surprised expression on her face. From what (y/n) managed to notice, Megumi's dad was sitting by himself with a glass of what could be whisky. At least that's what (y/n) figured since she never saw him drink anything else. He was wearing a suit which meant he probably came straight to the bar after a long day of work. It was nothing new that Megumi's dad would leave for work in the morning and come back late. He was the CEO so the office was basically his second home. "Why's he here?"

"He's a single, hot dad and it's a Friday night. I'm not surprised," Nobara said casually. (y/n), even after years of knowing her, was still catching herself stunned by how straightforward Nobara was.

But she wasn't wrong. Toji Fushiguro was unquestionably handsome. No, there was no word strong enough that could describe the looks of this man and as (y/n) got older she started to realize it more and more. At the same time, it was weird to think of Megumi's dad in that way since for the most part they grew up together.

"Do you think Megumi knows?" (y/n) asked.

Nobara shrugged. "What's it to him? Had I been a few years older and not a lesbian, I'd go for him myself."

"Ew, don't say shit like that." (y/n) couldn't believe what her friend was saying but at the same time, a thought appeared in her head - what if Toji Fushiguro was a complete stranger to her? Would she go for him then? In that scenario, the answer seemed a lot like Nobara's.

"But it's true though," Nobara laughed. "Don't tell me you wouldn't?" She leaned on the counter and rested her chin in her palm.

"I dunno," (y/n) answered as if she was on autopilot. She never really thought of Megumi's dad in that way and she sure as hell never predicted her mind would lead her to that. It was Nobara's fault. She planted that seed in her head.

"Which isn't a 'no'." The ginger-haired girl smirked and raised her brow, clearly amused by this entire situation and her friend's agony.

"Dude, stop." (y/n) smacked her friend slightly in the shoulder making Nobara's smirk widen even more. "I've known this man for ten years, he's like a father figure to me."

"Him?" Nobara said in disbelief. "A father figure?" (y/n) very clearly noticed a hint of sarcasm in her friend's tone. It was nothing new really, but it got (y/n) agitated.

"He's still better than the one who just bailed on me, you know?" (y/n) got defensive. Nobara knew the situation with (y/n)'s father and the fact that it came up in the conversation ruined the mood.

"Guess that's true but at the same time it wouldn't hurt to have some fun, now would it?"

"I can't believe you're saying stuff like that." (y/n) shook her head. "He's Megumi's dad. You really need to control yourself."

"You know what," (y/n) continued after a moment of silence, "let's just start drinking already. I didn't shave for nothing and I will score tonight."

Nobara nodded eagerly, like a child who was about to get their favorite ice cream.

And the night of drinking began.

Little did (y/n) know what was to come next...

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(y/n)'s head hurt. She desperately tried to open her eyes but was unable to. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton each and the sun peeking through the curtains right at her wasn't helpful either.

Wait a moment. She didn't have any curtains in her bedroom. It was one of the things that was frustrating her because she never could get a good sleep since her room was to the East and the rising sun would always bother her.

So where the hell was she?

(y/n) forced herself to sit up and it was at that moment when she realized she was completely naked. She lifted the cover to check one more time, and true enough, it wasn't her hangover imagination. "Wait, does that mean..." (y/n) whispered to herself. "Fuck yeah!" she cheered quietly not to wake the male beside her. She didn't know nor remember who he was but the only thing that mattered was that she got laid. 

The room didn't look like a hotel room which made her wonder why did the guy bring his one-night stand to his apartment. She looked around and the bedroom was kept very minimalistic and mostly in darker tones - grey, brown, black. The bed was really big, it could easily fit four people. Nothing unnecessary was left on the surfaces, the space was extremely tidy and smelled like cigarettes and mint. 

"You up?"

The man's deep and raspy voice startled her. She jumped in her place and pulled the cover up to her shoulders. Something was off. She didn't remember the guy but the voice was something she was sure she heard before.

"Lost your voice or something? Well, I wouldn't be surprised considering how much you used it last night."

No. (y/n) had to be dreaming. No, not dreaming - having a nightmare. She knew all too well who this voice belonged to and when the realization hit her...

...she was doomed.

"What the fuck?!" she exclaimed and almost fell from the bed, pulling the cover with her and exposing the carved back of the man. This had to be some sort of a sick joke. Maybe it was Nobara pulling a prank on her somehow? It must have been because there was no way in hell she was laying next to this man. 

The man started to turn (y/n)'s way but she wasn't ready to face him. (y/n) looked the other way to buy herself some time. She knew what she was going to see and the thought of it made her skin crawl. There was a glimpse of hope that he wasn't who she thought he was and (y/n) held desperately onto that.

"I must say, I really enjoyed last night. I was surprised you came onto me like that, never suspected you of that really," the man said, his morning voice was way different from the one (y/n) knew. It always was deep and raspy but the fact that he just woke up made it even more... sexy? No, she couldn't think like that.

The only thing she had on her mind was how the hell she was going to face Megumi after having sex with his father.

"I-I'm sorry, it must be a misunderstanding." Those were the only words that managed to leave (y/n)'s mouth. She wasn't looking at him but she felt him looking at her. Almost as if he was about to drill a hole in her back. She knew his eyes, she knew they were intense.

"Hard for me to believe."

(y/n) felt the sheets move and her body tensed up. She still wasn't looking his way, the embarrassment was too much for her to the point where she wanted to sink into the ground. 

"Speaking of hard, wanna go for another round? Seeing you like that is affecting me." Toji's hand traveled beneath the cover and slowly made its way to (y/n)'s thigh. She flinched but didn't acknowledge his action in hopes...

...In hopes of what? She was baffled. On one hand, she wanted to hate herself for what she'd done but on the other hand... she just slept with one of the most attractive men to walk this earth. Up until last night, the idea would never cross her mind but considering it happened, (y/n) started to feel a sense of accomplishment. 

"Where did Nobara go?" (y/n) got the courage to look at him and asked nonchalantly, as if nothing happened, which caught Toji off guard. He was difficult to read because his face was relaxed, as usual. His dark hair was messy and he was rubbing his eye with his fingers.

"She went off with some chick and told me to bring you home," he said, his hand still on her thigh but this time he squeezed it ever so slightly.

"I'm sure she meant my home." (y/n) said, trying to keep her cool, which was made difficult by Toji's hand traveling higher up her leg.

"But mine was closer," he smirked. She's seen him smirk a few times before but this time it felt different. It felt like a predator looking at its prey, getting ready for an attack.

"I don't remember, so it didn't happen," (y/n) stated bluntly.

Toji's hand moved between her thighs, spreading them. "I think I'll be able to remind you." His fingers brushed against her pussy, but nothing more. She inhaled deeply, feeling somewhat disappointed. She didn't like being teased.

It was still relatively dark in the bedroom, for which (y/n) was grateful since there was a chance Toji didn't notice her cheeks turning red and biting her lip in anticipation.

He was supporting himself on his elbow, the cover hanging just below his bare torso revealing the body of a Greek god. He was looking at (y/n) intensely, waiting to catch a change in her expression as he moved his fingers around her sensitive spot.

"I noticed how you were always looking at me and how cautious you were of your every move when I was near," he spoke quietly, which wasn't like him at all. 

"You're my best friend's dad, that's why," (y/n) tried to sound reasonable but with his fingers sliding up and down her pussy any shred or reason that was left was thrown out of the window. "Besides, you're very intimidating-" one of his fingers slid right inside her, as if knife through butter, "-elegant, rich, handsome, a CEO," she continued, trying not to let a moan escape her lips.

"Handsome?" His voice rose and there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I didn't mean it like that." (y/n) immediately regretted her words and what they may lead to.

Toji's moves accelerated and he slid another finger into her with ease. With his thumb he stimulated her clit, not losing the pace for even a split second. He moved closer to her so that now (y/n) could feel his warm breath on her shoulder. "Oh, I know what you meant, babygirl."

She couldn't keep it in any longer, she let out an airy moan and jerked her head back, almost losing balance and falling on the pillows.

"So you're trying to tell me you don't remember how much you begged me to pound you harder with my dick?" His voice caused shivers to run down her spine.

"Wha-"

"How loud you moaned and how easily you were taking me whole in? How much you arched your back to the point where I thought it would break? Huh? You're telling me you remember none of that?" His fingers kept thrusting into her faster, squelching sound filled the room.

And then (y/n) said something that made her hate herself for not thinking twice before uttering anything out loud, "Maybe I would if I were sober."

Toji stopped his movements altogether - to which (y/n) moaned in disappointment - and tilted his head while looking her straight in the eyes.

"Your wish is my command."

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It's been what felt like hours since he went down on her. He licked her up, down, and sideways so good that she felt like she was about to pass out. Nobody ever made her feel like that. Maybe it was because there was a thrill to what was happening and what really shouldn't be - her best friend's father eating her out.

"Mmh, tastes just like last night." Toji's hair brushed against (y/n)'s thighs when he lifted his head up to look at her.

A squeal escaped her lips when their eyes locked. Toji was breathing heavily and so was (y/n). He licked his lips and wiped some of her cum from the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry, I'm not done yet."

It sounded more like a threat than a promise.

The bed creaked and in a matter of seconds Toji was hovering over (y/n), his large body blocking the view. She felt his hard penis graze between her legs and she closed her thighs, locking his hips between them.

"You into thigh sex?

The question caught her off guard. She didn't even have the time to respond when he grabbed both of her legs and moved them to one side, resting her calves on the side of his chest, her feet dangling freely in the air.

Toji slid his penis between her thighs and started thrusting, at first slowly but picking up the pace with every move. "Oh my god," (y/n) gasped, surprised how good it felt to have her thighs fucked.

"Wait till I fuck you properly."

"So last night you didn't?"

(y/n) was about to choke on her words. She understood the meaning of what she said a little too late and there was no way to take that back.

Toji's smirk was the only thing (y/n) saw before her body was pulled to the edge of the bed and face got pressed to the sheets, Toji's hand palming the back of the neck. She gasped at the feeling of his lips by her ear, his body laying on top of her. "Naughty," he whispered.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her ass up so that now her knees were angled. His hand traveled from her neck, slowly, leaving a trace of goosebumps until it reached her hips. Toji's hair was tickling (y/n)'s lower back where he was placing small and wet kisses, traveling down to her butt. Simultaneously, he was brushing his finger up and down the entirety of the back of her leg.

(y/n) squeezed the sheet with both of her hands, melting under his every touch. Toji noticed that and wasted no time in giving her the pleasure she so desperately craved. He lowered himself even more and blew warm air on (y/n)'s pussy, making her flinch. "Shh," he hummed. "Stay still."

The unexpected touch of Toji's tongue grazing against (y/n)'s sex made her bite her lip, had she not done that, she would have squealed.

"How does it feel now?" he asked cockily, obviously knowing the answer. He just wanted her to say it out loud.

"Do I really need to tell you?" (y/n) managed to mutter. "I think you can clearly see."

Toji smiled and pressed his tongue harder against her pussy which made goosebumps appear on her back. He hasn't done anything yet really but (y/n) was beginning to see stars before her eyes and she wasn't sure whether it was because of the darkness caused by her face being pressed against the sheets, or because of the pleasure he was delivering.

She was slowly being driven to the edge when he placed his finger on her clit and started rubbing it while simultaneously drawing circles with his tongue. She curled her toes and arched her back lifting her ass up even more. There was no mistake Toji had experience in what he was doing, but at the same time that's what she was looking for and had a hard time finding during those six months. Her mind was blank, and the thought that the man who was in the process of eating her out, was the same man she knew for the past decade and who was the father of her best friend she considered a brother, seemed to fade away. Maybe there was something to what Nobara said in the bar - to just have fun. But was it right to have fun with that man? It wasn't something she wanted to bother herself with... At least not for the time being.

Toji's moves didn't stop for a moment, in fact, they accelerated. (y/n) let out a loud moan when he slid his tongue and one of his fingers inside her at the same time. The feeling was heavenly and she wished it never stopped. He interchangeably used licking, sucking, and blowing which at last drove her to the edge. Her legs relaxed and she let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding up until that point.

"Was it that good?"

She didn't respond, she just glanced over her shoulder with a very tired expression on her face. This entire experience exhausted her, even though she was doing nothing, just laying there and receiving pleasure. She saw him run his tongue over his lips, his hand brushing through his hair.

"Well, to say the least, I'm not feeling hungry anymore."

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She was still laying in bed while he was gone in the bathroom taking a shower. This entire situation seemed unreal to her. She loved Megumi with all of her heart and couldn't bear the thought of hurting him but at the same time was what she did with his father going to affect her relationship with her best friend? It was a one-time thing and would definitely never happen again...

Because why would it? It's not like either of them was going to seek each other. It was a mistake, something that cannot be reversed, and the best option she had was just to deal with that and forget about it and never mention it to anyone.

She was a wreck, on one hand, she wanted to hate herself but on the other... she didn't know what she felt. It was too much to comprehend in one go but she knew she was going to see Megumi soon, and looking him in the eyes seemed almost like an impossible idea.

In the end, there was nothing worse that she could do anyway.

She went into the bathroom the noise of flowing water made Toji not realize the door opened. The room was covered roof to floor with black tiles and some grey accents like the sink or the toilet. There were no windows and it was quite dark since only the mirror light was turned on.

Toji was standing under the shower with his hands against the wall. She came up to him and he turned his head to the side when he heard the creak of the shower door when she opened it, but he didn't say anything.

She stood under the stream, leaning her forehead on his back. "We fucked up," she whispered, hot water covering her body.

"There's nothing you can do about it now." He lowered his head and placed it on his shoulder.

(y/n) sighed. "I know, that's what's bothering me."

Toji suddenly turned around, now facing her. (y/n) looked up, realizing how tall he was from that close up. "You're telling me you regret this," he said, his raspy voice echoing through the space. He placed his hands on her sides, slowly traveling down reaching her butt, squeezing it, and pulling her closer to him, "and this," he moved one of his hands to the front between them, hovering it over her sensitive area. (y/n) gasped when she felt him spread her legs, his penis touching her thigh, "and even this?"

Without a warning, he slid two of his fingers inside her which made her grab onto his wide and muscled arms in order not to fall down to the ground. He moved his fingers at a steady pace.

"Stop," (y/n) moaned. "If Megumi finds out, he's gonna hate me."

Toji leaned down to her ear and without any hesitation replied, "That will make two of us." He took his fingers out of her, placed his hands on her butt, lifted her up, and pressed her back against the tiles. (y/n) took in a quick, shallow breath, startled by his action, water flowing all over them.

Not wasting time, he thrusted his penis into her, making her see stars yet again. He pressed her down to him so that his entire length was inside of her. (y/n) let out a throaty moan and jerked her head back, feeling immense pleasure. Every time he entered her, he rolled his hips, sending her places. She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing heavily into his ear, feeling she was about to fall but she knew his strong hands wouldn't let it happen. Toji hid his face in the groove of her neck and started nibbling on the skin there.

He was hitting all the right spots and that's what made it feel so damn wrong. It shouldn't feel so good. It was like doing something behind the parents' backs and hoping not to be caught for it.

Toji's moves became faster, the slapping sound of their bodies colliding was driving both of them to insanity. (y/n) was near the edge, "I'm gonna-", she whined and came with his name on her lips.

To her displeasure, he pulled out of her and put her back on her feet but holding her waist with one of his hands, had he made her stand on her own she would have been laying on the floor.

"You're gonna help me out here," he smirked and grabbed her hand, placing it on his penis and putting his hand over hers. She wasn't able to grasp it all since it was so big. He started moving their hands, at first slowly but then gaining speed with every movement. His penis started to pulsate and she knew he was close to finishing. Seeing his chest rise and fall rapidly made her knees weaker than they already were.

Toji moaned and came a moment later, his cum spread on both of their stomachs. (y/n) put her palms on his chest while he moved a strand of her hair from her face behind her ear.

"I'm gonna need to shower again."

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His apartment felt foreign. She had visited this place before quite regularly before Megumi moved out, but she obviously never entered Toji's bedroom. That's why a strange feeling hit her when they left his master suite and went to the kitchen. The familiar and unfamiliar battled and she was unable to relax because she saw, with the eye of her imagination, herself sitting by the table with Megumi right in front of her.

"What are you thinking about?" Toji asked.

She didn't know how to answer. Was there a right thing to say in this situation? There were too many thoughts conflicting her but at the same time, she felt little to no regret. What was taking over her mind was her friend's reaction and how bad could it be. It was the only thing worrying her but it had a lot of levels to it. She knew on Monday she would see him at the university, and because they had some lectures together, she would probably meet him there. She could also bump into him on her way to a lecture and she was wondering whether she would be able to have a normal conversation with him, just talking about the weekend as they usually did, or whether she'd have the balls to bring up what really happened.

Yeah, that wasn't an option.

"Oh, nothing really," she lied, picking at her fingers and hoping he wouldn't notice.

Toji was standing with his back turned to her, preparing breakfast, and when she looked up she saw his back slowly rise and then fall. He leaned against the counter, spreading his arms for better support. "I know we're not being honest with me."

Those words made her tense up in her seat. She told him in the shower how she felt but he completely disregarded that and she figured that repeating herself would bring a similar if not the same outcome.

She moved in her chair, trying to stretch the fabric of his shirt to cover as much of her skin as possible. That in itself felt weird, her wearing his clothes in the morning, after sex, as if they were a couple. She let out a quiet laugh, realizing how ridiculous that thought was. It was fun but it wasn't going to last.

It couldn't.

...It shouldn't?

"Let's just forget about what happened," she announced. Toji turned around and looked her straight into the eyes. The piercing feeling of his glance made her look away and focus her attention on a busy intersection outside of the window. At that moment it looked very interesting to her, anything did - the tall trees and the branches intertwining with each other, people who looked more like ants from her perspective, traffic lights changing colors, and all other things that weren't Toji Fushiguro.

"You're asking for impossible." The chair next to her moved and she felt Toji's arm wrapping around her waist, his other hand fondling her exposed thigh.

"Don't you get the feeling that it's a little bit inappropriate?" she referred to both his action and the situation they found themselves in.

"Why?" He laid his head on her shoulder, tickling her neck with his hair. "I'm an adult you're an adult."

She sighed. "But I'm best friends with your son... How can that not be inapp-" (y/n) didn't get to finish her sentence because Toji grabbed her chin and placed a kiss on her lower lip. It wasn't anything aggressive, it didn't seem like he was hungry for it. Then why did he do it?

He pulled away from her, resting his forehead on hers. "Breakfast's almost ready. I'll drive you home when we finish."

Toji kept his word. After they were done, both of them got dressed and he didn't even try to make a move on her when she was putting on her underwear in his bedroom with him standing right in front of the closet. The elevator lead them straight to an underground parking lot and he opened the passenger door of his Mercedes for her.

After about ten minutes, Toji stopped his car at a red light – the timer counting down from ninety. "I want to fuck you again," he admitted, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, breaking the silence that began when they left his apartment.

(y/n) gasped, not knowing how to respond to that. She knew it was impossible to predict what he would say, at any given time, but that made her almost choke on air. (y/n) clenched her thighs, having the thought of him fucking her dance in her head.

"Don't worry, not right now. We only have seventy seconds left," he smirked, turning his eyes her way but not moving his head. "However..." Toji took his hand from the wheel and placed it on (y/n)'s thigh, pushing up the brim of her skirt and giving the skin a light squeeze. He opened his hand, spreading her legs apart, traveling higher and higher with his fingers. (y/n) moaned at his movements which encouraged him even more. He ran the tip of his middle finger up and down against (y/n)'s slit. "I must say, I really enjoy that you didn't wear your underwear."

55...

(y/n) bit her lip, still feeling sensitive after all they did in the morning. His every touch could bring her over the edge. She clenched the bottom of the seat with her hands when he slid his finger in, a gasp escaping her mouth. Toji unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over to her, grabbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss but not stopping the fingering. He sucked on her tongue only to bite it a moment later, making (y/n) squeal.

35...

(y/n) was about to lose her mind when he slid in another finger. She wriggled in her seat, arching her back and wishing for more. She broke the kiss for a moment and glanced at Toji – he was panting and his eyes seemed to become darker. (y/n) looked down and saw an imprint of his hard penis under his navy blue suit pants. She reached her hand to touch him but he stopped her.

10...

"We don't have time for that," he whispered and looked over at the traffic lights. Toji took his fingers out of her and placed them on his lips, licking them. "Mhmm," he purred which made (y/n)'s cheeks turn red.

For the rest of the drive, Toji kept his hand on (y/n)'s thigh, caressing it with his fingers. When they got to her apartment complex he opened the car door for her and helped her get up from the seat.

"I'll get going then, sir," she said out of habit. She always called him 'sir' but in circumstances they were in, calling him like that felt weird.

"Sir?" he repeated, clearly amused.

"I-"

He went across, back to the driver's side of the car, leaned his elbows on the roof, and with a smirk said, "Laters, babygirl."

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"One day I'm really going to kill you," (y/n) said to Nobara who was sitting on the sofa in the seat next to her.

After (y/n) got to her apartment, she immediately called her friend and requested she came by. Nobara was at first taken aback by the tone of (y/n)'s voice but rushed to her place anyway. When Nobara got there (y/n) didn't immediately start talking about the events of the previous night, she let her friend tell about hers, which could help her figure out why she was left alone with Toji in the first place. Nobara told her that she met a girl from their university and they started talking, buying each other drinks. One thing led to another and they ended up in Nobara's apartment. (y/n) didn't remember any of that happening.

"Girl, you were downing shots like crazy, so I'm not surprised," Nobara laughed and nudged her already annoyed friend.

(y/n) rolled her eyes. Nobara always knew how to get on her nerves. "Okay, so you left with the girl. What was her name again?"

Nobara turned her head slowly, and with an 'are you kidding me' expression looked at her friend. She's said the girl's name so many times while telling (y/n) what happened that she felt amazed she didn't manage or care enough to catch her name once. "Maki."

"Okay, so you and Maki leave, and then what."

"Well," Nobara reclined in her seat, "before we left, I saw that Fushiguro's dad was still there, alone, so I asked him if it wouldn't be a problem for him to get you home safe. He said his cab was about to arrive so it was fine. Why do you ask?"

(y/n) let out a long whine and buried her face in her palms, having the events from the morning play out in her head continuously. "Couldn't you get me home?"

"Your apartment's the opposite way..." Nobara answered, confused by (y/n)'s reaction, oblivious to the situation.

"Okay, so I can without a doubt say it's all because of your lazy ass." (y/n) presented her friend with an evil smile.

"What?" Nobara's voice cracked. "What is my fault now?" She raised her hands in defense.

In an overly calm voice, (y/n) continued, "If you repeat it to anyone, especially Megumi, I will fucking murder you."

"Yeah, yeah, stop repeating yourself and tell me what you're so agitated about. You're home safe, so why does it matter who brought you here?"

"He didn't bring me here yesterday, that's the issue. I don't know what happened but I ended up in his bed and I woke up naked next to him," (y/n) blurted out because she knew if she waited even a moment longer to form her response she wouldn't have said what she said.

Nobara's reaction was what (y/n) expected - the girl's mouth opened slightly, simultaneously forming a smile, her eyes widened and looked like they were sparkling. She supported her elbows on her knees and started shaking her head. It took her a while before she could say anything. "I noticed you looked different the minute I walked in."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Nobara's lips curved into a grin. "You know, like you finally got some dick. And to think it's all because of me," she announced proudly, putting her hand on her chest and raising up her chin.

"Megumi can't find out," (y/n) said in a serious tone, her heart beating fast.

"Yeah, yeah, better tell me how was it!" Nobara ignored her, eager to find out every single detail.

"I'm not telling you anything, " (y/n) shrugged, "you have a big mouth."

"Not as big as Fushiguro's dad dick, I assume."

(y/n) looked at her friend, regretting that she decided to tell her. "I shouldn't have called you."

"Oh, come on!" Nobara grabbed (y/n)'s shoulders and started shaking her while laughing. "Please tell me!"

(y/n) gave in and told Nobara what happened, starting from the morning up until arrival at her apartment. She couldn't bring herself to tell her everything because that would be embarrassing. Nobara was (y/n)'s best friend, and if it were any other person she was talking about she would go into greater detail, but because it was Toji, she felt like she had to keep certain stuff to herself.

Throughout this entire time, Nobara was staring at (y/n) like a child mesmerized by their favorite cartoon. She was invested in every single word her friend was saying letting out occasional 'wow' and 'aha', nodding her head the entire time. When the story came to an end, Nobara felt a little bit disappointed because she wanted to hear more but there was no way (y/n) what's going to share, at least not for now.

"So, what do you plan on doing?" Nobara asked.

"I don't know. It felt good, no one has ever made me go this crazy, but because of Megumi, I don't think it should go any further. It's going to be awkward from now on between me and his dad."

"Or you can just keep fucking," Nobara proposed casually.

(y/n) let out a loud sigh, convinced her friend heard only the bits she wanted to hear. "Didn't you hear a word I just said?"

"Yeah, no," Nobara adjusted herself in her seat. "You want to let an opportunity like this go to waste?"

"What do you mean opportunity?"

"From what you told me, that dick was fine. Even more than fine, if I say so myself," she chuckled.

"What's your point?"

"Have fun a little! What Megumi doesn't know won't hurt him."

"You suck at giving advice you know that?"

"I never told you I had good ideas."

"Before you came here, I was thinking about it the whole time, I mean about... you know. When we were in his car he told me he wants to fuck me again."

"See? There's your answer. He wouldn't have said that if it wasn't what he thought. You need to let go a little. Where else are you going to find a man so fine, rich, and who can satisfy you?"

"So what am I supposed to do?"

Nobara smirked. "I have an idea."

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(y/n)'s downfall began when she decided to listen to Nobara's advice. She was hesitant at first but then realized she had nothing to lose anyway. She was about to do something she's never done before, not even with her previous boyfriend...

After she was done with her shower, she hesitantly glanced at the lingerie set she hung on the clothing rack. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was the prettiest she owned, light blue with very sheer and thin lace. She put it on, with each movement contemplating whether what Nobara said was a good idea.

"Tease him a little. Send him nudes and see how he reacts. If he comes crawling to you, then you'll have a definite answer."

(y/n) thought she must've gotten crazy for doing that. Taking pictures of herself wasn't something she was used to, especially pictures like that.

In her bedroom, there was a big, standing mirror. She kneeled in front of it and pondered for a moment. 'Will this be too much?' she thought. She set her phone on the floor and let the robe slide off her shoulders. She turned the lights off but left the LEDs on, colors changing between blue, red, and purple.

(y/n) Looked at herself in the mirror - light blue, lace bra cupping her breasts as if it was tailored for her, matching underwear accentuating her butt and waist. She studied her body and wondered whether Toji really found it attractive. (y/n) always assumed that man like him, well-built, good-looking, would only go for women who are slim and model-like – (y/n) didn't fit those criteria, but she felt comfortable with herself regardless.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, and picked her phone back up. She opened a camera and prepared to take a few photos. (y/n) changed poses a few times but felt like the pictures she took were not the best so she decided to look on the Internet to see what poses she could try out. Before leaving, Nobara gave her a few tips, of course, but they seemed too... extreme? Nobara also instructed (y/n) to take the pictures while completely naked, which (y/n) wouldn't dare to do. Toji has seen her naked, true, but she also felt like sending nude photos would be going to the next level.

What felt like an hour later, and a hundred more photos in her camera roll, she was finally done and added a few photos to her favorites not to lose them. She opened her messages hesitantly and searched through her contacts.

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"There it is..." (y/n) whispered to herself, her index finger hovering over the screen. "Here comes nothing." (y/n) chose three pictures and clicked 'send' fast, before she could change her mind. She threw herself on the bed, face pressed against the pillow, phone beside her.

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Time passed and there was no response from Toji. 'Did he really leave me on read?' (y/n) thought. She felt embarrassed and at that moment wished she never sent those photos. It was almost half past ten and she was still staring at her phone to no avail. Maybe she really shouldn't have done that, maybe it was too much.

"I'm never gonna listen to you again," she muttered, thinking about Nobara.

(y/n) went to the kitchen, still wearing just her underwear with the robe on, and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge with intention of drinking at all in hopes of forgetting what she did. She didn't even bother to grab a wine glass, she started drinking it straight from the bottle.

A few gulps later, she heard a knock on the door. She found it strange because she didn't expect anyone, especially at this hour. It could have been Nobara since she didn't have it in habit to announce herself, but she left only a few hours ago so there was no need for her to come by again.

With a bottle in her hand, (y/n) went to the door without even checking the peephole.

Big mistake.

The blow of air caused by the way she rapidly opened the door carried a strong scent of cigarettes and mint. She knew that smell all too well.

"That's a nice view."

A low and raspy voice echoed in her ears. A moment passed before the words reached her and she could comprehend them. "What the-"

Standing in front of her was Toji dressed elegantly, but in a different suit than the one in the morning, this looked more expensive - grey pants, tight in right places, white shirt, although ironed to perfection, unbuttoned messily by his neck, and a jacket with a white handkerchief neatly folded and protruding from the small pocket.

(y/n) realized what he was referring to, and in a split second turned around, trying to cover herself with the robe to the best of her ability with one of her hands being occupied. She heard the door close behind her and she knew what that meant.

Toji was inside.

There was nothing she could do, so the best solution to this situation was to stay calm, which proved difficult when she heard footsteps approaching her.

"What are you doing here?" (y/n) asked, realizing how stupid her question was. Of course, she knew why he paid her a visit.

"You tell me," Toji dodged the question, wanting her to say it. "You know damn well what you did." His face was so close to her, she could feel the warm air on her ear when he spoke, his figure towering over her.

(y/n) grasped the bottle even tighter, her body tensing up when Toji's chest touched her back, his hand snaking up her sides. This subtle contact caused goosebumps to appear on her skin. Toji purred in (y/n)'s ear when she leaned her head back on his chest.

"Did you drink all of it?" He palmed the hand in which she was holding the bottle and shook it. "Guess not."

(y/n) knew she provoked the situation, but wasn't sure whether she was ready for what was about to come. "I don't think it's a good idea-"

"Shh," Toji grabbed both of her cheeks with one hand and yanked her head so that she was facing him, "less talking, you little whore."

"Wha-" (y/n) gasped, dumbfounded by his words.

"Well, aren't you a whore for sending me those photos?" Amusement danced in Toji's eyes as he traced his finger up and down (y/n)'s stomach.

A wave of embarrassment hit her. She tried lowering her head to avoid Toji's gaze but was unable due to his strong grip. "I- I thought you might like them..." she mumbled, the whits of confidence that were still in her got turned into shreds and thrown out of the window.

"Oh, I did, babygirl. But I also had a meeting with an important client, and let's just say I wasn't comfortable sitting still when I wanted to shove my dick into you."

(y/n) frowned. "You had a meeting? Saturday evening?"

"The things I do for work," his lips curved into a smirk.

That's all that was said before Toji's hand began traveling lower, his index finder pulling at the brim of the light blue, lace lingerie. "Did you leave it on especially for me?" he remarked. "You knew I'd come, hm?" His low voice rumbled in her ears, chest becoming heavy making it hard to take a steady breath.

"Answer me, slut."

(y/n)'s body shivered at his word of degradation. She's never been called that, not as an insult and definitely not in the bedroom. She never imagined it could be something to be aroused by and yet she found herself experiencing a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. His words were all it took for her to become weak, it didn't even matter what they were. It was the way he said them.

Nobara was right, though - he came straight to her door. When the realization finally hit her, (y/n) smiled to herself, all other emotions becoming secondary, and only satisfaction ruling her mind.

(y/n), to Toji's surprise, released herself from his grip. She put the wine bottle on the counter and turned to Toji, facing him. "Yes," she spoke softly and ran her tongue along her lower teeth.

Not breaking the eye contact, (y/n) began descending to the floor, her bare knees colliding with the cold tiles. She placed her hand at the top of his suit pants and slowly ran it down his thigh, the imprint of his bulge becoming more apparent with her every movement.

Toji was visibly taken aback by (y/n)'s actions but didn't let that make him lose his composure. "Yes, what."

She leaned her head forward, her lips millimeters away from Toji's pants. (y/n) stuck her tongue out and ran it along his length, making him hiss and throw his head back.

She fluttered her eyelashes when he looked back at her. "Yes, sir," her voice breathy, seductive.

Toji let out a raspy chuckle and grabbed (y/n) by the neck, bringing her up in one swift movement. "You think you can toy with me, bitch?"

(y/n) laughed. "I can always try." She bit her lip and neared her mouth to his. "Let me remind you it was you who came to me."

She pressed her lips against his, Toji responding immediately. His tongue grazing against hers, lusting for more than that.

That wasn't enough for both of them.

As Toji grabbed her thighs and lifted her, (y/n) snaked her fingers into his black hair, pulling at the ends, and wrapped her legs around him for better support.

He was hungry for her. The entire drive to her apartment he wasn't able to calm his erection down. The pictures she sent were like a continuous slideshow in his head, which made it difficult to focus on the road.

He wasn't going to let her off easy.

Toji slammed (y/n) chest down on the table, squeezing her neck to immobilize her. "I won't go easy on you," he growled into her shoulder, biting it.

(y/n) moaned. "Is that a promise?" She turned her head to the side so that he could see her and pouted.

She noticed him reach for his back pocket and a wide smile covered her lips. "Prepared, are we?"

"Shut up." Toji's grip around her neck tightened.

"Make me."

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(y/n)'s words didn't sound too threatening in Toji's ears, they were more like a desperate plea and the idea of it entertained him more than he expected. He was more than willing to deliver.

Seeing her in that state, bent over, robe slightly sliding off her shoulder, droplets of sweat making her skin glisten, made him feel some things. He couldn't get enough of this sight; she truly was beautiful.

Toji leaned, pressing his chest to (y/n)'s back, and referring to what she just said, growled into the skin just below her ear, "I don't think it's how you speak to daddy."

Pleasant shivers covered her body and she let out a soft moan combined with a chuckle. He knew exactly what to say to let her know her place.

But she wasn't going to let go without a fight either.

"Is that some kind of kink of yours?" She felt his lips curve into a smirk against her skin. "I didn't know you went for younger chicks too," she provoked. (y/n) wouldn't admit it but the second those words left her mouth she felt her chest tighten; she was afraid of his response. Why was she worried, though?

He put back to his pocket what, a moment before, he took out of it, and snaked his hand beneath (y/n)'s stomach, making her lift her hips up a little, his bulge rubbing against her. "That's cause I don't, princess." His hand traveled down until it reached the brim of her lingerie. "Consider yourself special."

Toji's fingers slipped under the thin fabric, teasing her with how slow his digits moved. She took a sharp breath when his fingers grazed her sex, the circular motions making her want more. "Stay still," Toji commanded when she moved her hips craving more friction, and squeezed the back of her neck again, reminding her of the grip.

He had her completely under control at that point. The brief moment when she felt like she had an upper hand seemed to have been forgotten, entirely disregarded, as if it never happened in the first place. She was at his mercy; whatever he wanted to do to her, she was going to accept without a word.

Toji left a sloppy kiss on (y/n)'s shoulder and bit it, leaving a bright red mark, followed by a stinging feeling that appeared a moment later. "What, you wanna eat me?" she snickered.

"More or less," he admitted, his low voice rumbling in her ears.

Without a word of notice, he slid two fingers inside her, making her shake in place. Toji's movements were slow, driving her to insanity with how much she wanted him to finally fuck her. His action came to a halt, seemingly as soon as they began, causing (y/n) to let out a disappointed moan in response. "Why?" she asked, her breathing unstable.

"Bedroom," he ordered.

(y/n) waisted no time guiding him there. Toji was inside her apartment once before - last year when he came to see Megumi. Well, technically it wasn't her apartment, she was temporarily occupying it until her aunt came back from overseas. This solution was ideal for her, this place was close to her university, she didn't have to pay the entirety of the rent since she agreed to work and help part-time at her aunt's clothing store during her absence, so it was a win-win option.

Toji grabbed her hand as they were heading to the bedroom. He wasn't used to such small spaces. (y/n)'s entire apartment could probably easily fit in his master suite and there'd still be some space left.

But now his focus wasn't on that, his eyes were locked on her body when she laid back on the bed, waiting for him to make a move. Toji started unbuttoning his shirt when (y/n) interrupted him. "Leave it on." She reached for his hand and guided him closer to the bed so that now he was forced to hover on top of her in order not to stumble on the bed frame.

Toji wasted no time with foreplay, there was no need for that. They both wanted it and they wanted it now, fast.

The thing he previously put back into his pocket was a condom which now he was putting on. Toji grabbed (y/n)'s legs and while spreading them apart, positioned himself between. He moved her light blue lingerie to the side and slid his penis up and down her folds, feeling how wet she already was for him.

With one, fast thrust, his whole length was inside of her. Toji silenced her moans with a kiss, rough and sloppy. Their tongues were dancing with each other, making it difficult to catch a breath. (y/n) dug her nails into Toji's carved arms when he rolled his hips after slamming into her. His movements were fast, animalistic.

The tension in her lower abdomen was rising, and his continuous thrusts made the feeling become more vivid with every second. It didn't take long until both of them reached their limit.

His body fell on top of hers, and the last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep was, "I'm sorry."

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That Saturday night, Toji must have left in the middle of the night because when (y/n) woke up the next day, he was nowhere to be found. He didn't call or text her to explain why he disappeared – she also didn't reach out.

"Hello? Earth to (y/n)!" Nobara snapped her fingers a couple of times in front of her friend's face. (y/n) looked around and realized that everyone had already left the lecture.

"Yeah, sorry." She shook her head and quickly gathered her things from the desk, not paying too much attention to them, just sweeping them into her bag.

"What the hell happened to you?" Nobara asked when they left the room. "I was trying to talk to you during the lecture but it looked like you were so out of it."

"Really? I didn't even realize..."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Nobara rolled her eyes. "We have a little over an hour until the next lecture, let's grab a coffee and tell me everything, hm?"

"Sounds good," (y/n) smiled at her friend and they headed out of the campus.

Just outside of their university there was a small coffee shop popular amongst the students. The coffee was unbelievably cheap but the taste was godly. Maybe that's why the prices were low, the owner knew they'd have plenty of customers come in anyway.

Even though it was just around ten, the place was packed. "I'll find seats, you go order," (y/n) said.

"You want the usual?" Nobara asked and (y/n) nodded – an iced latte with caramel was her go-to.

Every table inside was taken, so (y/n) went outside, and luckily for her, a group of people just got up and got ready to leave.

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The weather was warm but (y/n) was wearing a black turtleneck because of what Toji did to her last time. The bite marks and love bruises were still very much visible and no concealer could cover them. Makeup would only bring more attention to it, so that's why (y/n) resorted to uncomfortable clothing. To her surprise, Nobara hasn't yet made any comment about the way she was dressed.

A few minutes later Nobara came back with two, big cups of coffee. "Here you go," she said as she handled one to (y/n). She stretched her hand to take it from her but Nobara suddenly moved it back. "My treat, but only if you tell me everything."

(y/n) tilted her head and let out a sigh. "Of course."

"So," Nobara said as she reclined in the seat," Fushiguro's dad again?"

"How did you know?" (y/n) inquired sarcastically. "But yeah, you're right."

"Oh?"

At that moment (y/n) figured there was no reason to hold anything back from Nobara, so she just admitted, "I sent him the pictures."

"Oh!" Nobara put the cup on the table and leaned forward. "I knew there was a reason behind your turtleneck." She winked and a wide smile crept onto her face.

"We did some... stuff," (y/n) said and her friend's smile widened. "Then, right before I fell asleep he said he was sorry and he left without a word and hasn't contacted me since."

"He said he was sorry? Hm, that's weird. Okay, but have you tried contacting him?" Nobara raised her brow.

"No..." (y/n) looked down and picked nervously at her fingers. For some reason, she felt embarrassed. She told herself she wouldn't give too much thought to the situation Toji and her were in, that it was just a one-time thing... but it was bothering her. Why didn't he text or call her? Was she already becoming dependant on him? Also, what the hell did he mean by 'I'm sorry'. There was nothing else she could think about but him. It's not like they had any kind of connection anyway, they just had sex, that's all. Besides, there was no way it was going to end well.

"Text him. Maybe he's waiting to see if you make a move," Nobara suggested which gave (y/n) something to think about.

Maybe she was right about that? But at the same time there existed a chance that she wasn't and (y/n) felt like those thoughts were something that would keep her up at night.

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The time (y/n) had been dreading since she woke up has finally arrived – the first lecture of the day she was sharing with Megumi. She made sure not to come too early in hopes not to stumble upon her friend. It was so childish of her; she was hiding in the toilet stall, staring at her phone and counting down minutes until the beginning of the lecture.

"Time to go," she said to herself, mentally preparing for what was about to come. A few girls gave her a weird look when she was leaving but she ignored them.

The walk to the lecture felt like a walk towards demise. One thing she wished above else was not to pass Megumi somewhere in the halls.

She was meters away, about to enter the room, when she heard a familiar voice calling behind her, "(y/n)!"

Oh no.

(y/n) froze in place. There weren't many things she was scared of, but an encounter with Megumi after what happened was definitely at the top of her list at that moment.

"Hey! (y/n)!" he repeated, catching up to her and grabbing her by the shoulder.

She turned around, trying really hard to keep her expression as neutral as possible even though she was freaking out on the inside. "Hi."

"What's up?" He greeted her by nodding his head up. The backpack he had over his shoulder was wrinkling his white shirt, which he must have not noticed when he was running up to her – he hated having his clothes messy. "You haven't texted me all weekend. I told you to text me when you get home on Friday." Megumi wouldn't usually show it, but he was very caring. A simple 'text me when you get home' was his way of showing emotions, and (y/n) learned to understand it over the decade they've known each other.

"I-uh, I forgot, sorry... Had too much to drink." That wasn't the best excuse but at least it was something believable.

Uncertainty was painted all over Megumi's face which didn't go unnoticed by (y/n). "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Her voice sounded like a squeal. She let out a nervous laugh, hoping he didn't find it suspicious. "Just a little tired."

"Okay?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong?"

"I will!" (y/n) nodded over vigorously. "Definitely," she gave him an assuring smile.

"Let's go. The professor is gonna kill us if we're late."

"Mhm," (y/n) agreed and they headed inside.

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Surprisingly for Friday night, the bar wasn't as occupied as it normally was. There weren't any free spots by the bar counter but the vast majority of the tables around the place were empty. (y/n) and Nobara managed to get seats by the counter, which spared them having to hover over stranger's shoulders to order drinks.

"You sure it's a good idea?" Nobara turned to (y/n) and asked after taking her first sip of alcohol of the night.

(y/n) knew exactly what her friend was referring to and a small, mocking smile crept onto her lips. "Why not? I haven't heard from him this entire week, so why should I care?" she scoffed.

The week, since he came over to her apartment and left without a word of explanation, seemed to have passed really fast. Faster than she ever thought days could change, but something did change. (y/n) finally felt like things were coming back to normal, she didn't feel too awkward around Megumi, she was more focused at work and lectures, and the incident with Toji Fushiguro was just that - an incident.

"Dunno, just saying." Nobara shrugged at her friend's response, sensing going deep into this topic wouldn't be a wise idea. "We could've invited Fushiguro, I bet he's got nothing better to do anyway, and I'm sure he'll get mad eventually that only the two of us go out and I don't want to get on his bad side."

(y/n) downed one of four vodka shots she ordered, warmth slowly traveling down her throat. "And risk me blurting out I fucked his dad? I don't trust myself that much yet, so nah, I'll pass."

"Whatever you say."

As time passed, more people started appearing in the bar, to the point where it was almost impossible to traverse the place without constantly bumping into someone. But it was a perfect opportunity for (y/n) since the main reason she decided to go out was to snatch herself someone for the night.

A few shots and drinks down, (y/n) asked Nobara, "Okay, but what about him?" She pointed at a tall, well-built guy that looked like he was around their age.

"He looks just like five previous guys you asked me about." Nobara rolled her eyes. "If you ask me, they all look like Fushiguro's dad, just younger."

(y/n) turned on the barstool to face her friend and slammed her hand on the counter. "Shut the fuck up, that's not what I asked you about."

Nobara was visibly taken aback by (y/n)'s behavior. The ginger-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise and she leaned back a little, supporting her elbow on the counter and putting her drink on the flat surface. "I'm gonna go and get some air," she said to (y/n).

Before (y/n) managed to utter anything, Nobara was already by the exit. She let out a loud sigh and finished the remaining two shots she had in front of her. After that was done, she grabbed her bag and headed to the middle of the bar where everyone was dancing. It was the time.

(y/n) found herself in the center, swinging her hips to the rhythms coming out of the big speakers. The music was loud, maybe too loud even, but at least that freed (y/n) from having to listen and focus on her own thoughts.

After a few songs, she felt someone grab her from behind, wide chest pressing against her back and big hands traveling from her waist to her hips and finally to her butt. "Eager?" she asked as she turned to see the man.

He was handsome. Really handsome. He must've just gotten here because she hasn't seen him when she was looking around to find someone interesting. He had dirty blond hair, cut into a mullet with the sides shaven off. He was dressed in a black, skin-tight shirt and black jeans. He looked expensive.

"Are you?" he answered with a question.

(y/n) said nothing and just smiled flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes. She noticed he was slowly moving his head closer to hers and she knew what was about to happen but she didn't mind, it was what she came here for after all.

Their lips clashed but the kiss wasn't anything exciting. His tongue brushing against hers wasn't exerting any emotions or feelings on her. It was just two body parts touching. She needed something more, so she moved her body even closer, pressing her thigh between his legs which made him gasp for air, breaking the unexciting kiss for a moment. She felt his bulge grow and a smile form on his lips.

"I can take you to my place if you want," he whispered.

"Yeah," (y/n) agreed when she got suddenly yanked back, pulling her away from the stranger's grip. Right, she didn't even ask for the guy's name. "What the-" she almost yelled.

"You weren't picking up your phone."

A familiar voice hit her ears. No way.

She turned around to confirm her thought and laughed to herself. Toji was now standing in front of her, dressed elegantly as always. But there was something weird about him. His eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. He was pissed.

"So?" (y/n) answered casually and grabbed the guy's hand, placing it back on her butt and making sure not to break eye contact with Toji while doing so.

"I was trying to call you," Toji said, letting the air out of his nose which made his nostrils flare.

"You could've done that last week. Now I'm busy, can't you tell? Or maybe your old man's sight is giving out, hm?" she pouted and turned to kiss the blond guy.

"Maybe it's better that I leave."

"Yeah, you're ri-" (y/n) agreed, satisfied, but then something hit her. "Wait what?!"

"Very smart of you, young man," Toji laughed.

The blond guy looked at (y/n) as if he was about to shit his pants. Did Toji really scare him that much? The guy grabbed both of her arms and moved her away from him, leaving at least a two feet distance between them, and walked away.

(y/n) was dumbfounded. What the hell just happened. She turned around and Toji had a slight smile on his face but it quickly faded. Something was really bothering him.

"How did you even know I was here, hm? Stalker," she asked, crossing her arms.

Toji sighed, knowing damn well it was finally time to come clean. "I will explain everything. Let me take you home, please."

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"I lied."

It was the first thing (y/n) heard after a quiet, and what felt like an excruciatingly long, ride back to her apartment. Those two words made her feel something, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. It was a simple sentence, yet deciphering it seemed almost close to impossible.

What could've he lied about? Was there anything at all? 

"Want something to drink?" (y/n) caught Toji off guard with this simple question because it felt like she didn't acknowledge what he just said. Or maybe it was because she had one too many at the bar.

"I- uh," he stuttered and pulled his brows into a frown, rubbing at his temples. "No," Toji shook his head and slowly walked towards the kitchen counter where (y/n) was pouring herself a glass of water.

The cooling sensation spreading down (y/n)'s throat made shivers appear on her body. The alcohol was gradually disappearing from her system, and the refreshing taste of water seemed to speed up this process. "I could've gotten home by myself, you know," she spoke after she emptied the glass and leaned over the faucet to pour another.

"Yeah, in the morning, from that guy's bed."

Toji's snarky remark didn't go unnoticed by (y/n). "Even if? Does that bother you?" she pouted and asked with fake innocence, and when she noticed him lower his head, she decided to press even harder. "Why?" she leaned back on the counter and folded her arms.

"You don't care?" Toji asked and tilted his head but his question sounded more like he was stating a fact. His hands formed fists so hard that his fingers turned white.

"Should I?" (y/n) scoffed. "I wasn't the one who left in the middle of the night, hasn't made any contact for a week, and then out of nowhere, like a stalker, appeared in the bar. I mean, how did you even know I was there? Okay, you know what, on second thought, I know exactly how you knew I was there," (y/n) sighed. Nobara.

"What do you want from me?" she continued, speaking much braver than she thought but it could be easily blamed on the still-present alcohol in her body. "Everything was slowly coming back to normal, then you show up, tell me 'I lied', and what am I supposed to do with it? There's nothing between us. Things happened and they can't un-happen, so let's not dwell."

Was it what she was really thinking, or maybe her mind was a bit foggy due to the liquor? Who was to judge? It was what she wanted to say to him at that moment, and that's what counted.

"You do realize he was going to use you?"

(y/n) laughed. "He was going to use me? I'm the one wearing matching underwear. I think you got your facts wrong."

"What's gotten into you?"

"Excuse me?" (y/n) let out a short breath, her eyes widened and the corners of her lips rose, forming a grimace.

Toji took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them which was met with disapprovement from (y/n). She moved to the side, successfully avoiding him towering over her.

"Aren't you curious?" he asked.

"Why would I be? As I said, there's nothing between us so what you lied or didn't lie about makes little to no difference to me."

"Oh, but this might."

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Toji was correct - the curiosity was eating her from the inside, but she couldn't let it show. She was well aware if she were to let him speak, this situation would get more twisted, and that's not what she needed.

It was one way of viewing things. The other one was much more selfish. There was something - she didn't know what - pulling her to Toji and denying it would be a wasted effort.

"I'm not interested," (y/n) put all her heart into trying to sound as convincing as humanly possible. "I don't want this," she motioned her index finger between them, "whatever it is to get more complicated than it already is. Whatever this lie was, I don't care. I don't want  you  to make up the entirety of my thoughts!"

After the last sentence (y/n)'s hand traveled rapidly to her mouth, covering it, and a slapping sound echoed through the kitchen. In the heat of the moment, she spoke those words without even a second to think them over. But the worst part of it was that she knew she was telling the truth.

Toji took half of a step back, and after a sigh, a faint smirk appeared on his face. "Do you have me on your mind that often?" he asked.

She shook her head vigorously and slammed her hand flat on the kitchen counter. "Stop it!" she exclaimed. "That's not the point! Ugh, god!" she lowered her head and brushed her fingers through her hair, tugging at the roots. "Don't you get it? I don't care! I don't want to care!" (y/n) looked at Toji from below her lashes before lowering them again.

Toji took one step forward and then another and then one more until he found himself inches away from her. This time she didn't protest - she stood still in her place, her eyes remaining focused on the floor.

Toji leaned above (y/n)'s shoulder - his warm breath touching her neck gave her goosebumps. "You know what?" Toji's hand traveled up (y/n)'s arm, caressing it. "Maybe I should've gone with my first plan," he whispered.

(y/n) turned to the side so that now their lips were only a finger's length away. "What plan?"

Toji tilted his head down while letting out a quiet, breathy laugh. "To pin you against the counter and fuck you until you're willing to listen to me as a good girl should."

She gulped, her breathing stopping for a second. Toji's eyes were fixated on her as hers slowly made their way up to meet with his gaze. "You wouldn't dare," she said quietly, her voice losing all confidence since she knew what he was capable of doing. Those words wouldn't make for a good discouragement in his view - actually quite the opposite.

"Huh, that's interesting," Toji shrugged and leaned back a little, leaving (y/n) some room to finally catch a breath.

"What."

"Never heard those words before. First time for everything, I guess." Toji's hand traced down from (y/n)'s shoulder to her elbow, waist, and then her hips. "Should I proceed?"

(y/n) was unable to give him an audible answer. Her voice got stuck in her throat, and there was only one way to get it out.

"The kitchen island looks awfully empty, wouldn't you agree?" Toji asked, squeezing (y/n)'s hip and leading her in that direction. She nodded, and a moment later, he seated her at the top of the island, parting her legs and standing between them. "I wish you wore a skirt," he whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe, making a pleasant shiver run through her body. "But I can smell that guy's cheap cologne on you, and it's making me angry. I don't know what I'll do to you yet, but one thing's for sure, you won't be  able  to run around with other guys."

(y/n) took in a sharp breath when Toji's hands touched her upper thigh, and his thumbs rubbed the inner corners. She put one of her palms flat on the surface behind her to better her balance. The other one she wrapped around Toji's neck, pulling him in closer, which made him wobble. Her movement made it so that now their bodies were touching, and she could feel his bulge against her leg. (y/n) buried her face in Toji's neck, and a smile formed on her lips. "How long?" she finally uttered.

Toji exactly knew what she was trying to imply. "Since you made me stutter. It was pretty uncomfortable not being able to do anything with it." He stroked her hair. "That's why I'm counting on your help."

Toji started tugging at the brim of (y/n)'s t-shirt, and she lifted her arms to make it easier for him to take it off. "I never thought someone could look so good in a plain black t-shirt," he stated as he threw the fabric on the floor.

"Get to work already," she breathed into his neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin.

Toji was more than glad to deliver. He slammed her back on the counter, startling her. He hovered over her with his hands on both sides of her head. Toji slowly moved his gaze from her face to the chest and finally to the top of her jeans. "Pretty." He leaned forward and kissed her collarbones, sucking at the skin and leaving dark marks. (y/n) wrapped her fingers into Toji's hair on the back of his head, slightly pulling at it. He looked at her amused and moved lower to her sternum and down to her belly button, unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off in one swift movement.

"You were going to let  him  see all of this? That would've been such a waste," he said as he was placing wet kisses on the inner corner of her thigh, the trail leading up to her sex.

(y/n) tensed up and cocked her head back. Toji's hair was tickling her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"I hope you won't mind," Toji said, confusing (y/n), and a moment after, she heard a fabric rip. She looked down and noticed him throw away her torn apart panties.

"Why did you do that?!" 

He looked at her and said nothing, just smiled. Without warning, he buried his face between her legs and started licking her sex. (y/n) gasped and arched her back, making Toji accelerate his movements. He grabbed her hips and pinned them to the counter, preventing her from fidgeting. His touch was electric, and just that could drive her over the edge.

Before (y/n) could process that his movements came to a halt, he placed his hand on her cheeks, pried her lips open, and pressed his mouth onto hers. The kiss was rough, as if he was hungry for her. Their tongues brushed sloppily against each other, and the kiss deepened with every second. 

Suddenly Toji slammed into her, filling her inside and her warmth, making him come almost instantly. "Fuck," he grunted. "Don't tighten, babygirl. Unless you want the fun to end now."

"I'm not the one who has a problem here," she snickered.

He sighed. "Don't talk back." Toji pressed harder into her and rolled his hips. (y/n)'s eyes rolled into the back of her head at the pleasure. He was constantly hitting all the right spots, making (y/n)'s legs tremble and pressure build in her lower abdomen. She managed to cross her legs and got him as close to her as possible.

After all the pleasure, she thought to herself, that maybe it's that better he didn't tell her. She didn't need more on her shoulders.

In the morning, when (y/n) woke up, she was yet again alone. Toji must've headed out sometime before she woke up. However, this time was slightly different - there was a note on the nightstand. Still not fully awake yet, (y/n) reached for it and blushed when she read those few words written on there out loud.

Sorry about the lingerie. I'll make it up to you.

Be ready at 2.

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It was almost 1 PM, and (y/n)'s been sitting on her bed for an hour, waiting for Toji to come. He didn't give her much detail other than what he wrote on the note. It was clear he wanted to take her somewhere - the question was where.

She had some time to kill, so she went to the bathroom and, for the thousandth time, checked whether her makeup still looked good. She didn't go for anything big or dramatic - just something to accentuate her most prominent features. She decided to wear black, high-waisted skinny jeans, a thin, oversized, white sweater she tucked in at the front of her jeans, and white high-heel boots with a white bag. She wanted to look elegant but casual at the same time since she had no idea what Toji was planning for the day, and it was her safe choice.

✕✕✕

Megumi's Dad
Today, 1:52 PM

I'm outside

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(y/n) cringed at the sight of the sender's name. It was weird that she still had Toji saved in her contacts as 'Megumi's Dad' considering how Toji and her were... involved. She took a moment to change it, and for some reason, it instantly made her feel better. She couldn't help but give a thought to how Toji had her saved on his phone...

She walked out of her apartment and headed downstairs, feeling a wave of excitement rushing through her body with every step she took. When she reached the door, the first thing she noticed was Toji's car parked right in front of the entrance. Had her pace been a little faster, she would walk right into it.

Toji was leaning on the passenger door; his head was down, arms and legs crossed. He looked good as always – black suit pants with a matching thin belt, black shoes, and a white shirt ironed to perfection, which hugged his muscles. (y/n) couldn't take her eyes off him, but when his head started to slowly move up, her confidence turned into vapor.

"Come on," Toji instructed, his hand stretched out towards (y/n).

She did as he said - no surprise there. As soon as her fingers touched his palm, he pulled her closer and wrapped his other hand tightly around her waist, pressing her chest to his. "Too bad this sweater is so loose, I won't be able to see your curves," he whispered in her ear, caressing her waist. "At least not for a moment." His hand moved lower to her butt and squeezed it lightly.

Butterflies started going crazy in (y/n)'s stomach and she's only been in his presence for a minute. The power this man held over her was indescribable.

"Let's go, we have a lot to do," Toji said and opened the passenger door for (y/n).

"Where are we going?" she asked when he got into the car. "I didn't know how to dress cause you didn't say what the plan was."

Toji glanced over at (y/n) and smirked. "You look great. Besides, soon you won't be needing any clothes anyway."

(y/n) froze for a moment and didn't know what to say which only made Toji more amused. "You'll see," he added and focused his eyes on the road. His right hand traveled to (y/n)'s thigh and stayed there for the entirety of the ride.

After about twenty minutes they arrived at a place where there were plenty of designer stores on both sides of the road. The area instantly made (y/n) feel intimidated but she figured that for Toji it must've been a typical place to shop.

Toji got out of the car and walked around the front to her side. While he was doing that, (y/n) took a moment to look around – Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Victoria's Secret, and many more names of high-end brands were decorating the entrances of the stores. "Let's go," Toji opened the passenger door and helped (y/n) get out of the car. He put his hand on her lower back, leading her to where he wanted them to go. They walked across the street and reached the entrance of the store – Gucci.

"We're going in here?" (y/n) asked, nervousness in her tone. She's never been to a place like this, and she could feel the prejudice the employees would have towards her.

"Yes," Toji replied casually and opened the door for her, letting her in first.

(y/n) took a hesitant step forward, and she was hit with a very sweet smell – it was the first thing she noticed. The second thing that caught her attention was the clothes on the racks. But they weren't just any clothes; one piece was probably more than a few months' worth of rent for the majority of people.

"Hello," Toji said to the employee, "I called today. Is everything prepared? My name's Toji Fushiguro."

Is what prepared, (y/n) thought.

"Welcome," the lady looked at both of them and kept a wide smile. She had blonde hair tied in a high ponytail and she was wearing a black pencil skirt with a dark green shirt, and she overall looked very pretty, which made (y/n) even more intimidated. "Yes, everything you asked for is in the dressing room. Please, follow me."

The lady led them to the back of the store to a very spacious dressing room. It was so big that it fit a two-seat leather couch, a small, round table with a glass surface, and a clothing rack that stretched from one end of the wall to another. A wall-sized mirror was conveniently placed opposite the couch, which made Toji smirk. At first (y/n) didn't understand his reaction, but then she figured... it would be a perfect place for him to watch.

"If it turns out the sizes don't fit please let me know, I'll bring you different ones," the lady said.

"I'm sure there won't be any need for that," Toji replied and the lady went back to the front of the store. He locked the door and sat down on the couch, crossing his hands behind his neck. "So, what do you think?" He looked over at the clothing rack where a few sets of lingerie were hung. "I told you I'd make it up to you."

(y/n) was standing in the middle of the dressing room, Toji's eyes were fixated on her, making her nervous. "Do you want me to try them on?" she asked, realizing how stupid this question sounded. They were in a dressing room, of course he wanted her to try them on.

"I thought it was obvious," Toji shrugged slightly. "I want to see you in all of them."

(y/n) turned so that now she was with her back to Toji. "Aren't you going to, you know, wait outside?" she asked, looking down at her feet. She felt like a child making that request. Deep down she knew he wasn't going to do what she asked him.

"Why would I?" he asked with a smirk. Exactly what she predicted. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he continued, his voice playful.

(y/n) glanced at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "I know but... It's just going to be embarrassing."

Toji leaned forward, spread his legs, and placed his elbows on his knees. "Would it make you feel better if I closed my eyes?"

(y/n) nodded. "I guess?"

"Alright then." Toji covered his eyes with his palm. "Tell me when you're done."

(y/n) looked at the clothing rack and decided to first try on a nude set. It seemed to be the least see-through out of the six hung there. Before she started taking off her clothes, she checked to make sure Toji wasn't peeking and waved her hand in front of him – no reaction. (y/n) hesitantly raised her sweater above her head, slid her jeans down her legs, and shoes off of her feet.

"And don't roll your eyes at me ever again." Toji's voice made goosebumps appear all over (y/n)'s bare skin. She glanced at him, but he was sitting still.

(y/n) stepped towards the rack, got rid of her underwear, and put on the lace bra, which seemed to fit her measurements as if it was tailored for her, and the thong left her butt exposed, leaving little to the imagination. She looked down at her feet, playing with her fingernails, and trying to keep her cool. He was right, he'd seen her completely naked before so what was she making the fuss about.

"That's pretty."

(y/n) squealed and jumped in her place, instinctively trying to cover as much of her body as possible which proved to be a waste of energy. "You were supposed to wait until I tell you to look!"

A playful smirk crept onto Toji's face. "I've been looking for quite a while now."

"What?" (y/n) shook her head in disbelief, making Toji more amused.

He licked his bottom lip and wiped it with the knuckle of his index finger. "Did you really think I was going to miss out on this opportunity? Who are you taking me for?"

"Surely not for someone who keeps their word."

"Oh, come on," he said as he got up from the sofa. "Stop playing innocent."

Toji slowly made his way to (y/n), making her heartbeat quicken. He tilted his head and stretched his hand to grab her waist to which she didn't react. Corners of his lips rose and he moved closer so that their bodies were mere millimeters from touching. "I knew it would fit you."

(y/n) could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and her body raise its temperature. "I still have five more, so if you wouldn't mind...", she whispered and placed her hand on Toji's arm in an attempt to escape his grip.

Toji lowered his head and grazed his lips against (y/n)'s ear, blowing warm air as he spoke, "But I want to fuck you in this one."

(y/n) gasped and before she could react to his words, he had both of them already facing the mirror. Toji towered behind her, tightening his grip around her waist, and with his other hand, he traced from her collarbones to the lower abdomen. "Your legs are shaking and I haven't even done anything," he purred into her neck, nibbling at the skin.

(y/n) arched her back, rubbing against his bulge. "Speak for yourself," she said, her hand traveling between them and lightly squeezing his penis through the pants. She could feel his lips form a smile into the crook of her neck while his fingers made circles on her stomach.

"Move forward," Toji instructed and slightly pushed (y/n). They took a few steps towards the mirror, to the point where they were an arm's length away from it. "Don't make too much noise, we wouldn't want to alert the worker," Toji whispered and moved his hand lower to the brim of the thong, pulling at it.

(y/n) said nothing, just turned her head to the side. She couldn't bear to look at their reflections when she knew what was about to happen. "We shouldn't..." Her words were quiet, breathy, and didn't sound convincing but she was aware of that. It was difficult to come across as confident when Toji was around. Something as simple as his glance could strip off of it.

"Mhmm..." Toji slid his finger between the folds and massaged the area, making (y/n) take a sharp breath through clenched teeth. "Just try to keep your voice down."

Toji's moves accelerated, circling her clit with his index finger and with the middle one grazing against her entrance. Her body trembled, craving more from him but she couldn't find her voice to tell him. His touch had an immense effect on her and made her unable to think clearly. She was under his spell, unable to escape. The question was - did she want to escape?

(y/n) squeezed her legs together and Toji instantly pried them apart. "No, babygirl. Wider." He spread them and bent her forward, making her support herself against the mirror not to lose her balance. She heard him unclasp his belt. He let go of her for a moment to put on a condom and shivers went through (y/n)'s entire body. "Don't fall down," he said and brushed the tip of his penis at her entrance. Toji let out a loud, throaty sigh, as he slid in. "Fuck, you're tight."  He pressed his hips harder and rolled them in circles a few times, making (y/n)'s legs shake. She squeezed her palms in fists and with the flat side held them against the mirror. The continuous pounding moved her body back and forth and made her run out of breath. 

Toji kissed (y/n)'s neck, leaving wet trails all the way to her ear. He placed his hand underneath her thigh and put her leg up, hitting the sensitive spot at just the right angle. "Oh god!" (y/n) squealed.

He grabbed (y/n)'s chin and raised it so she could see him smirking in the reflection. "Toji would suffice, but if you insist." He started moving faster, his hand squeezing (y/n)'s neck. It felt like he was going at it forever before warmth began filling her up. Her legs lost all strength and when he pulled out of her, she felt like she was about to fall to the ground.

"I hope you still have some energy left." Toji left a soft but passionate kiss on (y/n)'s lips and handed her her clothes from the clothing rack.

She looked at him puzzled. "But wasn't I supposed to try them-"

"Don't worry," he said and caressed her cheek. "I'll be back." Toji went out of the dressing room and after a moment of talking with the lady, she heard him say something that made her blush, "I think we're gonna get all of them."

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It’s hot. Really hot. Even though Toji’s car AC was set to blow soft, cool air, it still wasn’t enough to bring down the temperature that was rising fast inside (y/n). She turned her body toward the window because she knew facing Toji wouldn’t help much.

The way he’d told the shop employee—so casually—that he wanted to buy everything in the fitting room made butterflies flutter in (y/n)’s stomach. He was so classy, so handsome, and so…

What exactly was it? What was he? Right—her best friend’s father, but she’d moved past that realization. There was no way around it. It was as obvious as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

“What are you thinking about?” he broke the silence, one hand gripping the steering wheel firmly while the other rested on the armrest.

The question caught (y/n) off guard. A lot was running through her mind, actually, but she couldn’t find a moment to fully think anything through—the way her reality had gone insane in such a short time, how her decisions had led her to where she was now, and what would happen next.

“Not much, really,” she lied. Obviously.

But Toji wasn’t the type to be fooled easily. He knew immediately something was up. He placed his hand high on (y/n)’s thigh and rubbed gently. The gesture wasn’t unfamiliar—he did it pretty often, actually. For some reason it calmed her a little—maybe it was the heat coming off his body, or just the softness of his fingers against her skin.

“Let’s go to my place and figure out what’s wrong, okay?” Toji asked, and (y/n) nodded, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

The drive to his apartment wasn’t long thanks to the light traffic. He parked, walked around to open the passenger door, and led (y/n) inside.

As soon as they entered, Toji went to the kitchen and poured them both some water. (y/n) settled into the leather couch and waited for him. She didn’t know what to say exactly, or how to put into words what she was feeling—there was just so much spinning around in her head.

Nobara. Yeah, that was something she really needed to think about. (y/n) had always been good to her friends… well, maybe not as much lately.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Toji sit down right beside her. He set the glass he’d brought her on the coffee table and kept his own in his hand.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong now? Something happened after we left the store. I can see it,” he said in a calm voice.

“I was thinking—”

“About what?” He frowned and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Everything and nothing, I guess.” (y/n) shrugged, keeping her answer vague.

Toji chuckled softly under his breath, put his glass down, grabbed (y/n) by the chin, and pulled her face closer to his. The scent of his cologne soothed her.

As the space between their lips started to close, (y/n) suddenly flinched and said, “I—I can’t.” She looked at the floor, her voice turning shaky. “I need to see Nobara…” she continued. “Apologize… I shouldn’t have acted the way I did with her at the bar.”

Toji leaned back. It was obvious he was a little surprised that (y/n) rejected his advances.

“You can’t do it tomorrow?”

“Why tomorrow?”

“I had something else in mind I wanted to do with you,” he said with a slight smile.

(y/n) shook her head, already predicting what he meant. “Why is sleeping with me the only thing you think about?”

Toji looked surprised by (y/n)’s statement. “I wasn’t thinking about sex, but since you’re bringing it up…” (y/n) frowned. “I… uh… I wanted to take you somewhere.”

“Take me somewhere?”

“Yeah. I thought we could use that lingerie I bought…” He leaned in again and ran his fingers through (y/n)’s hair, pulling her into a kiss. At first, she kissed him back, then—

“Let go of me! Give me space!”

In any other scenario, it wouldn’t have bothered her, but this time something was different.

The look on Toji’s face was something (y/n) had never seen before. She grabbed her bag and, without saying anything, stormed out.

(y/n) ran out of the building and, without looking, pushed forward until she bumped into someone. She stumbled but managed to keep her balance.

“Are you okay?”

That voice. She knew it all too well.

She looked up, hoping she was wrong—but when her eyes met the gaze of the figure with blue eyes and silver hair, a sharp sigh escaped her.

“Satoru?”

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…And then it started to rain.

(y/n) was finally back on her feet. The sight of Satoru definitely caught her off guard. Not like she thought this day couldn’t get any worse. He grabbed her by the arm and held her steady. There wasn’t really any need for it, but for some reason, he didn’t want to take his hand off the spot where he’d placed it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. That inquisitive tone wasn’t unfamiliar to her—on the contrary, really…

No words left her mouth in the seconds that followed. She just stood there, staring at his face. Too many thoughts, she told herself. Everything felt so abnormal, so weird. First the thing with Nobara, then Toji—which was a whole mess on its own—and then… this? What was happening? Had she unknowingly broken a mirror somewhere and the seven years of bad luck had finally come to haunt her?

“I, uh…” (y/n) started. “I was just visiting…” She paused, trying to come up with a good answer. “A… friend…” It sounded more like she was asking a question than answering one.

“Okay?” Satoru raised an eyebrow and looked at her like he knew something was wrong. Which, honestly, wasn’t that far from the truth—but he didn’t need to know. No one needed to know.

“I’m gonna go. Nice seeing you,” (y/n) muttered, turning her body away from him.

The second she did, she heard a muffled laugh. “Nice seeing you? Why so cruel?”

She’d said it before even thinking. He was right—what the hell was that? She was acting like she was saying goodbye to a close friend, which Satoru definitely wasn’t at this point in her life. That was what the whole situation with Toji was doing to her head. She wasn’t even aware of what she was saying—or who she was saying it to.

At the same time, it didn’t feel real. A few minutes ago she’d been running away, wanting to make things right with one of the most important people in her life, and then everything got interrupted by an unexpected passerby…

“You look a little weird,” he continued. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Why do you care?”

“Who said I cared?” he said with a smile. Then, a moment later, Satoru glanced up, shielding his face with his hand. “It’s pouring. Do you have a way to get home?”

“What is this—National Kindness Day for strays?”

“Maybe. I didn’t check my calendar.” He shrugged. “Guess you’re lucky. My car’s parked around the corner.”

(y/n) thought about what he was suggesting. She didn’t even try to challenge him or keep the conversation going—she was sure it would lead nowhere. The idea of waiting for a bus or calling a taxi didn’t appeal to her, so even if deep down she didn’t want to do it, it was the best temporary solution.

“Okay,” she said quietly. She moved closer to Satoru, and during the short walk to his car, he didn’t say a word. It wasn’t like she was mad—she just wanted to get from point A to point B as quickly and comfortably as possible.

He changed cars, she realized. A black BMW with a strangely large front—so big it looked a little disproportionate compared to the rest of the car.

“It’s unlocked. You can get in,” he said.

Because of the heavy rain, (y/n) didn’t hear the door open. She barely even heard Satoru. From the moment they started walking toward the car to the moment they reached it, the rain had only gotten worse. She climbed in and was hit by the scent of a nice cologne. It was just… pleasant. Satoru started the car and, without even asking, drove toward (y/n)’s address. There was no conversation on the way. What was there to say? Better to leave things as they were. Because of the weather, there wasn’t much traffic, so the silence didn’t last too long. Still, something kept gnawing at (y/n). She didn’t like leaving things on a… weird note. At least, most of the time.

“Listen, uh…” she said as she started to get out of his car. The downpour didn’t seem to have reached her neighborhood. The pavement was wet, but there wasn’t a wall of rain. “Do you want to come upstairs?” (y/n) asked softly, like she was embarrassed for some reason. “I can throw some of your clothes in the dryer so you don’t have to drive around soaked,” she added, standing outside with the car door still open.

Satoru smiled and stepped out, closing the driver’s door. (y/n) did the same with hers. A sharp click of the lock signaled the car was secured.

Big mistake.