I should’ve known I was getting into something dangerous when nothing went right that day. Should’ve stayed at home, but no, I insisted on assisting Yuuji and Megumi for their upcoming university entrance exams. Should’ve stayed home, come up with some comical excuse, when the neighbour I’d never even talked to before tried to strike up a conversation out of nowhere and stalled me; When I got on the bus, had to let a stranger pay the bus fare. Even getting my favourite coffee was a bother: dozens of students cramped in the tiny cafe made it almost impossible to order anything. I should’ve known when the barista mixed up both my drink and the name written on it. I should’ve known the universe was trying to send me signals and yet, I dodged them as though my life depended on it. Meeting new people out of blue was never my forte: mental preparation & building a new personality curated specifically for the new individual entering my life was an exhausting and draining process. Nature wasn’t as forgiving in my defence, made me put in extra work.

Entering the front yard and swiftly knocking on the metal door, my mind mapped out the schedule I had to use to help out my younger friends. Eyes darting from one spot to another before the clunk snapped me out of my thoughts, I noticed my sweet Fushiguro boy, giving me his notable pout.

“You have no idea what I went through to get here, dude, give me a break!” - I whined, as a form to get a sympathetic pat on the back, before slipping shoes off my feet at the entrance and marching towards the kitchen. Megumi somehow caught up to me, yanking the backpack off my shoulders.

“My dad’s home, don’t be surprised. And don’t mind whatever he says, alright?” - That was his way of telling me not to engage in a pitiful argument with an elderly person, which usually turned into snarky remarks and ended with them cynically disregarding my side of the story. And Megumi warning me before I got a chance to take a glimpse of his father meant this man could stir my repressed anger issues with a flick of a finger. Ah, shit, here we go again.

I’m not sure what I had been expecting entering the warmly lit kitchen, but it certainly wasn’t enormous, slightly tanned, muscular nude back, painted with multiple battle scars, while the owner was headfirst into an open fridge. Broad shoulders, bulging arms and a smaller waist made me assume for a moment that he had spent a great deal of time in a gym, sculpting his figure, but knowing vague description from his son, I became sure this athletic body came naturally to this old geezer. Shifting head towards us, the prominent vertical scar down the right corner of thick lips caught my attention, alongside piercing emerald eyes, studying me very intently. As he finally twisted in place to face us, I pointlessly struggled to rip my famished eyes off of the male’s wide chest and chiselled abdomen muscles. Damn, how could any single father of two look like that? I had to be on my best behaviour.

“Hello, I’m Megumi’s friend,” - as I bowed my head in an attempt to seem polite and reputable in his eyes, his large fingers tossed a small bowl on the counter in front of him; He heeded no proper attention to me, maybe pretending I wasn’t even in the kitchen.

“Yo,” - there was an unpleasant silence before his image in my mind crumbled, “want anything to eat, sweetheart?” - How I despised being casually referred by men. The puny nickname made me scowl. The nightmare Megumi had tried to evade by a measly attempt to drag me to the living room failed.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” - he had to go up and ruin his image like this, didn’t he? Firmly clasping hands on the edge of a round table in front of him, the only barrier between him and I, his deep baritone voice mocked me.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, sweetie,” - the gushing threatening aura overflowed the kitchen. Throat tightening, nostrils burning, I had to take a step back: Megumi had mentioned his father was somewhat notorious, but this? Those deep dark jade eyes inspected every nook and cranny on my panic-stricken face: he wasn’t to be messed with. I had always casually clashed with my opponents, but something in the back of my mind leapt in circles, wailing in desperation, to get me away from the imminent danger. Trying to nonchalantly shake off the feelings, my feet steadily followed Megumi back to the living room, before I heavily slumped in an armchair. My little companion seemed deeply exhausted: middle and index fingers gently massaging the temples of his head, stretching the delicate skin at the ends of the eyes.

“Your dad’s an ass, you know that?” - My first question after prickly silence went straight to further dampen Megumi’s mood. Parting lips just a bit, all that left them was a deep groan.

“Come on, dude, why you gotta do me like this? Stop fighting with everyone…” - before I got the chance to even object, heavy thuds on the wooden floor crept up in my ears. Danger, danger, went the sirens in my amygdala. What a funny word for a fight or flight response that had never failed me before, warming up my muscles to throw a punch or two, but this time… I got chills. Droplets of cold sweat formed on the nape of my neck, jolting shudder bolting down my spine. Seriously, this man was a very bad sign. Falling back into the sofa beside the armchair that I had occupied, his enormous hand clasped around the bowl as if he was holding a small marble ball. While I was too preoccupied with the size of his limbs and not only those, I'm afraid, Megumi had left some time ago, leaving me with a quiet ‘when you're done, I'll be in my room’. He must've been so sure his father and I would rip each other's throats the second we were left alone.

“You're very angry, dear,” - Here he went again, using a pet name to mock me. A gravelly baritone voice kept reverberating throughout the living room, bouncing off the walls, streaming down my head and flooding my ears. A shit-eating grin plastered across his face made me aware of how much I wanted to punch him. A large hand slid over the soft fabric of the armrest and callused fingers dug into my thigh. Maybe I could deal with criminal charges? Tiny hair all over my body rose in disgust after I shot a death glare at him, “maybe someone can fuck that anger out of you, sweetie?” - I leapt off my seat like a steel spring, falling out of a mechanical clock, disrupting the harmonical rhythm.

“Disgusting.”

Relief sigh prematurely escaped my lips, assumed I had evaded deadly predator, fleeing to Megumi’s room, until the echo of footsteps caught up to me; Murky shadow barricaded my way, husky voice once again rang in my head. Chilling dark-forest green eyes gleamed beneath the dimmed corridor of the house. Curtains of thin hair dangling in front of his face added to the eeriness. Slamming heels of palms about my body, caging me between the wall and his wide chest, words slithered out of his foul mouth, “where are your manners? Is this how you act around someone, who could be older than your father, dear?” - canine teeth gnashed on top of each other, tongue lazily slunk between them. The robust body thoroughly knocked the wind out of my lungs, his head hung low to look directly at me underneath him.

“Man, how long are you guys gonna fight?” - My downfall was postponed. I heard my saviour’s heavenly voice. The ominous feeling was no longer lingering in the corridor. Megumi popped his head out of the room, meeting the faces of Toji and I, standing stiff like stick figures, “huh, you guys aren’t stabbing each other?” - Scoffing at both of us, he strutted down to the kitchen, throwing his hand in the air, “I’ll get something to drink,” - as my saviour slipped between my fingers, I sought his divine presence, feigned being useful.

“I’ll help you carry drinks,” - draping arm over his shoulder, palm rested at the temple of his head, fingers running through his hair. Megumi’s bashful huff gave me a moment of reassurance: I didn't have to concern myself with the thoughts of his father. But maybe if I had heeded further attention to the older male, I might’ve spotted the glints of possessiveness sparking with each passing second, tracking my fingers that still played with his son’s hair.

By the time it was already too late for me to leave, my little companion boys had reached their limits: Yuuji laid flat on the floor, resembling a starship, gazing at the ceiling with glassy eyes; Megumi tugged on his hair, in an attempt to yank them off their roots. Dozens of books had been splayed across the coffee table, few of them stained with, what I had assumed was orange juice. Crumbs of cookies could attract mice if we left them there for too long. Spinning a mechanical pen in between my middle and index fingers, I shook my head in dissatisfaction.

“I think we’re done for today,” - I saw the essence of life coming back to the boys: Yuuji bounced back, flailing arms in the air as he sprinted towards one end of the corridor, the bathroom, while Megumi pressed open palms against eyesockets, seemingly pushing his eyes inside his head, “I should get going,” - The moment he heard me, the raven-haired male removed hands off his face, gawking at me with an anxious look. Reaching his hand towards me, he pleaded.

“No, come on, we’ve got a guest bedroom, stay over,” - my gaze averted from Megumi and leapt to the window. Pitch black. Might’ve spent the night at Fushiguro’s residence. I didn’t have any classes the next day, therefore spending more time with one of my favourite juniors could be extended. The second mistake. I’ve made too many irredeemable mistakes and reaped what I sow. Lazily rose on my feet, arms stretched upwards, I followed younger Fushiguro to the guest bedroom. It was past midnight when I decided to doze off. A haunting aura lurked at my feet whenever I pranced around in the bedroom. Couldn't get rid of the sensation of being continuously watched. Maybe someone was looking forward to cornering me?

【 ♥ 】

Rustle. Rustle. The blurry line between the dreamland and reality had started to slowly become clear and apparent, whilst I could feel the pressure on my thighs, being pinned into the silky mattress. Given the fact that I was forcefully dragged out of my slumber, it must’ve been nearing the sunrise, eyelids heavy with a drunken stupor. My mind’s attempt at conjuring a decent string of thoughts failed the first few times until a rather familiar and simultaneously foreign voice echoed in my ears.

“You’re very obedient,” - tiny hair all over my back rose in alarming anticipation, the entire body instantly attempting to run away rather than fight, it knew, just knew I had to flee. Clank. Something flickered before my eyes, freezing my body midway the motion, keeping it inert until the sharp tip of what I had assumed from observing the vague silhouette in the moon-lit room was a knife pressed securely against my throat, “be a good girl, and we’ll both enjoy this,” - the disembodied voice belonged to the head of the Fushiguro family. Lifting head to some degree, the tip of the knife snuck down my chest, lazily tracing contours, painting blurry shapes on the bare skin. Hefty hand firmly grasped the fabric of the nightshirt, hoisting it over my head and tossing it aside on the floor. The aforementioned hand clasped around the pliable flesh of the breasts, in an attempt to mould it to his liking. I flinched at the dull pain, only to be fixed in the spot as the tip of a spear point knife pushed right in-between the two clavicles. As my eyes got adjusted to the dim night light, the previously shapeless shapes started to take form, even the signature shit-eating grin was visible to the naked eye.

“Let go of me, shithead,” - I spat out weakly, averting eyes off his facial expressions, moving down to where his palm grasped the hilt of the dagger.

“That’s not a proper way of talking to someone older than you, sweetheart,” - he sang quietly, leaning closer until I could feel his hot breath spilling right under my chin; Then I felt razor-sharp canine teeth graze the delicate surface of the skin, giving my body kick of indescribable sensation. I didn’t like random people touching me willy-nilly and usually restricted them from doing so, however, I had no power over the larger man in this situation, making me squirm in discomfort. But then there were his hypnotizing sea-green eyes, observing me the second I stepped my foot in this household. The rustling of clothes snapped me out of my jumbled thoughts once again, unfocused eyes rushing back to the male looming over me, freeing himself from the shackles of clothes, “eyes on me, doll, can’t have you thinking of other things,” - despite my muffled rage, his hoarse voice dripped down like honey, clinging to my mind, sending electric jolts thoroughly my core. While the voice gave me dizzy spells, his unoccupied hand swiftly jerked off my boxer shorts, leaving me vulnerable to his touch. The sight of a knife near made my body movement fairly limited, heeding to every desire of Fushiguro’s. The tip of the dagger travelled down the silky skin, circling on my stomach.

Now shirtless, Toji rose to his feet, eyes gleaming with both greedy lust and maybe just a hint of affection, buried deep between his wanton desires. Or it was just my imagination hoping for the best. The knife glinted, stuck in the middle of his fingers, and while my eyes fixated on the object, I faintly heard his baritone voice once again.

“Doll,” - he was unbelievable, dammit. My eyes refocused in front of me: a massive bulge strained the loose-fitting sweatpants, twitching from excitement. Oh, fuck. While I tried to determine the size of his manhood, a hefty palm gripped around my neck, clutched on it and brought my face closer to himself, “your teeth touch me, I’ll fuckin’ pull ‘em out one by one,” - his finger tugged on the waistband of the sweatpants, bringing it down enough to let his cock bounce freely out in the open. Why wasn’t I surprised by the size? Nothing shocked me about this man anymore. I would’ve been more dumbfounded if it was anything on the smaller side.

Releasing my neck, his left hand relocated behind my head, twisting locks of hair around the fingers, while the right hand lazily pumped his length, until heavily smacking it on my cheek. The size, girth, the hotness of it, the pulsating vein running under the entire cock made me shudder, “looks good on ya, baby,” - his raspy voice dripped down on me once again, as his calloused digits, sinking deeper into my hair, harshly twisted my head, forcibly pressing the side of his cock on my lips, “open up, sweetie, and watch your teeth,” - forcing the bulbous tip, prying my mouth open, I winced at the bitter, sour taste of the precum splattering on my tongue. The only recollection of the events I had after that was quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath until his hips started to roll vigorously, fingers on both hands interlocking at the crown of my head, fixing me in one place: the tip of his cock brushed against the back of my throat repeatedly, making me involuntarily gag on it. He fucked my face recklessly, whilst I took every tiny bit of chance to catch my breath, body recoiling each time he stilled himself inside my mouth; Vision became foggy, tears welled up in my eyes overflowed and, coupling with the drool spilling from the corners of the lips, pooled in my lap. The entire system of mine concentrated on survival, the sole goal of it was to provide my body with as much oxygen as possible, in between minuscule gaps where I managed to draw in a tiny breath. But all of the ordeals abruptly came to an end, when he gently pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop. Lost in the moment, I leaned back, supporting the weight on my arms, relieved that the nightmare was over. But it seemed it was just a beginning.

Unbeknownst to the disoriented me, Toji took a seat at the edge of the bed, his hand gave my ankle a rigid grip, spreading legs before the free palm cupped my dripping slit, “well, aren’t you a wild card? All I did was fuck your mouth and your cunt got jealous? I mean, this is just-,” - cutting himself short, his long middle and ring fingers sunk inside me, without even a slight resistance. Something in my lower abdomen twisted. After a few rough pumps, he slid his fingers out, soaked in the shiny slick, web-like string stretching from my body to his hand; A throaty chuckle reverberated in my skull, “what do you have to say for yourself, kitten? Are you gonna start begging?” - the silence had become insufferable.

“Fuck off,” - maybe that had crossed the line, as right before my eyes, his sly grin turned into a murderous frown, illuminated by the moonlight spilling into the room from the window right above my bed. The hand that encased around my ankle tightened the grip even further, I could swear I heard a crack. Something flashed near me and my cheek burnt as if the branding iron marked my skin. Toji waved a large open palm in front of my face.

“No one has taught you how to talk to your elders, did they? If you talk back again,” - pausing for a moment, aforementioned hand clutched my stinging cheek, “next one will be worse,” - all I could muster was a meek nod. Cast aside knife came back to the surface of my memories: He seemed mentally unstable enough to use it against me, “get up, slut,” - his stern voice cut my train of thoughts in half. He had pushed my legs off his lap, onto the floor. I rose to my feet, the feeling of embarrassment while standing fully nude ate me away, shuffling toes on the soft carpet underneath me. Due to the miracles of gravity, clear slick lazily slid down my inner thigh, glistening under the faint light, “would you look at that?” - His hand crept between my thighs, thumb weightily pressing against swollen clit. Pleasure flooded my nether regions, trailing upwards, bashing through every muscle, until settling in the back of my head, “unlike you, your pussy is very honest,” - being right in front of him, his rugged, hot breath hit me under my navel, messing up my reasoning. Toji sluggishly circled his digit on the aching bud, while the index and middle fingers teased soaked entrance. This man was the human incarnation of depravity and wickedness.

“Are you awake?” - an unfamiliar disembodied voice froze the blood in my veins, practically making me forget the head of the Fushiguro family, who aggressively disrupted my beauty sleep. With cloudy eyes, I barely managed to make out the deformed blobby silhouette behind the tinted windowed door. Megumi had woken up and might’ve noticed a faint light coming from the guest bedroom, assuming I was awake due to health problems. He knew I always had a hard time sleeping over at someone else’s place and took the challenge upon himself to help me out. My mouth agape, no words came out, until Toji’s teeth sank in the soft flesh near the belly button.

“I’m fine, Megumi, just fe–” - words dissipated right before leaving my lips as larger male’s fingers sheathed inside my throbbing cunt without warning, three knuckles deep, tips of his digits, with ‘come hither’ motions, rubbing on the bundle of nerves, making me light-headed; Until I lost footing, his free arm cloaked around my thighs, squeezing them together and forcing me to stay upright, “felt like, uh, drinking,” - words jumbled in my mind, fading away even before correctly forming there.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, n–” - words lodged in my throat again, as Toji kept violating me, excruciatingly swiping thumb over clit, scissoring fingers inside, “I’ll sleep soon, silly, you should go…” - Followed by timid ‘alright’, I let out a relief sigh the moment quiet thumping fell silent.

“It’d break his heart to see his crush fucked stupid by his dad, wouldn’t it?” - my blurry vision shifted from the door to the man who had already emerged off the bed, had released and loomed over me. Wobbly legs aided me in escaping him, until my back firmly pressed against the wall, the coldness of it painting grimace all over my face.

“What do you mean?”
“Oh, kitten, you didn’t notice?” - Toji closed the gap between us, confining me between the wall and his wide chest when I felt something stiff jab me in the stomach. Eyes trailing down, his rock-hard cock was oozing with precum, entirely covered in my drool, shamelessly smearing it on my skin. The large palm gripped under my jaw, enveloping my neck like an expensive piece of jewellery, squeezing with enough force to make me light-headed, “my stupid son is crushing on you, little does he know you are a slut, spreading your legs for me,” - sharp teeth glinted in the darkness, his hand steadily choking me, while the other aimlessly roamed on my body, finally getting hold of my behind, kneading the pliable flesh, “one can only imagine how much you want my –”

“I don’t fuckin’ want your fucki–” - I got no chance to protest his belittlement, hand snatched off from my neck and landed a harsh slap across my cheek. And right after fixing the head, I had earned another one, much stronger than the former. Focused on diverting my attention from the pain, a thick thumb forcefully slid between lips, pushed past teeth and anchored in the middle of my tongue.

“Language. Should I teach you how to speak to your elders?” - silence, “you should use your mouth properly: it’s only good for sucking dick,” - he sneered, parting my lips wide open until his piercing eyes stared down on twitching tongue, “that’s what you are good for,” - and he spat right on my tongue. My mind went blank, barely paying any attention to the following statement from him, “swallow, doll,” - the bitter taste of tobacco and some type of alcohol stung my mouth. He had been drinking before paying me a visit. Inquisitive eyes aided me, thumb grappled on my bottom teeth, intimidating me. I involuntarily swallowed.

My eyes nervously studied his expressions. Something had snapped in him. Gripping the side of my thigh, Toji heaved one leg over his shoulder, squishing my ankle against his ear, leaving me to support the weight of my body on the other trembling leg. The head of his pulsating cock teased my soaked pussy, tormenting my foggy, soon-to-be-turned mushy brain. The sensible part of me tried to convince me to scream, throw a fit, thrash, frightened me still had the glinting knife etched in the consciousness while the filthy, promiscuous part desired to succumb to the thrilling feeling of being used for Fushiguro Toji’s insolent cravings.

Meantime my brain and different parts of me weighted the heaviness of the situation, the older male wasted no time: bucking his hips forward, slamming himself fully inside me; thoughts in my head got diverted from the escape plan to containing my voice as his girth painfully stretched me out: given the place and the situation, I couldn’t wake anyone up. Toji didn’t give me a second to catch my breath, his large free palm splayed over my mouth, muffling any sound. He pressed himself further into me, filling every nook and cranny, every crevice. As excruciating as this was supposed to be, a jolt of exhilaration shot through me, zapping my brain. A throaty groan left his lips, as the emerald green eyes locked with mine, glinting as if he was about to devour his long-desired prey. His strong hips quickly picked up the pace, energetically rolling, slamming into me, fully pulling himself out, before vigorously slapping his cock back into me again, making thoughts I had barely scraped together scatter all over the place. The pain and pleasure started to blend into each other, making it hard to distinguish whether I was enjoying the process or prayed for it to ended quickly. Muffled moans of mine were joined by the vulgar sounds of my completely soaked cunt, spasming around him, still attempting to adjust to his size. As I meekly risked to push him off me, Toji clicked his tongue, annoyed with me.

“You’re fuckin’ handsy,” - and my leg dropped off his shoulder. Why did it strike me that it was over? Before I even regained my balance, now that I was back onto both of my feet, his hand aggressively yanked my hair, hastily twirling fingers around the locks of it, and then manhandled me towards the bed.

“Let me fuckin’ go!” - maybe that was a bit too loud from me, as his hand shifted from my hair to my face, squeezing my cheeks, until I unknowingly puckered my lips.

“Scream, and I’ll cut your tongue out, got it?” - no matter how strong I could’ve been or how fearless, the limit had been reached: my eyes quietly filled with tears, making them shine under the moonlight. The sight of them added to the madness of Fushiguro: I could see the tip of the tongue menacingly trace over the corners of his lips, as his cock twitched against my inner thigh. Straightening up, he accommodated himself to sit right between my legs, rubbing himself against me just as lazily as before. Stroking his cock with one hand and pressing it on my aching entrance, the thumb of the other hand messed with the swollen clit, making me squirm in place. I parted my lips to grouse, but the words got jammed in my throat, as Toji’s large hand once again grasped around it firmly, senselessly choking me, bottoming out inside my cunt with one swift movement. There was no adjustment interval for me, his hips eagerly rocked back and forth, moulding my insides around his girthy shape.

Something twinged below my navel, something pleasant, as it crawled upwards into my stomach, and downwards, spreading in my legs. While his cock bruised my walls, making sure my body would remember his form; Slamming it in my cunt with so much vigour and force, I thought the bolts that held the bed together would come loose, crumbling underneath us; His hand fixed my head in place, cloudy vision glued to the wooden ceiling, the only sound echoing was his thighs banging on my ass. I kept my mouth sealed, only letting tiny whimpers out. Peeking at the feral male who tried to eat me up, I caught the glimpse of his cock sliding out of me entirely, to the tip, until snapping back inside. That was one hell of a sight, feeding the growing pleasant sensations in the pit of my stomach. Toji’s steady pace didn’t help me, only digging my grave more, until my head started to buzz. Fuck, I knew the feeling: my vision became foggier, thoughts scrambled, mouth agape, toes curled, until the knot in my gut viciously unravelled itself, crashing onto me like a foaming wave of the ocean, swallowing me whole. My thighs flexed, jerking violently each time base of his cock ground on my pussy.

“Oh, God!” - unconsciously gasping for more air, the older man compressed on my throat further, dampening my voice. While my brain rode the dopamine high, my cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock, driving him to the edge rather hurriedly. Even if he coated my walls with creamy white streaks of cum, Toji didn’t drop the speed, fucking his cum into me. With a few sloppy thrusts, he stilled himself inside me, his chest visibly rising and dropping heavily. My hands that had been clawing desperately on his arm now laid lifelessly beside me, legs draped over his stressed thighs.

Everything was a mess. Everything was blurry and I had only wished it stayed that way. Sluggishly propping himself up, sliding cock out of me, the sigh of relief was premature, when I felt his long finger graze on my ravished pussy, shoving spilt cum back into the overfilled slick. My body winced at the feeling, drawing legs together, which were instantaneously spread apart.

“Don’t let it spill out, kitten,” - averting my gaze from the elder, my brain tried to drown out the sounds he made: clunking of a belt, shuffling through our clothes before finally exiting the bedroom, shutting the door soundlessly.

Carrying my weight up, I sat at the edge of the bed, taking deep, shaky breaths. My throat hurt, stung like hell. The skin might’ve been bruising already. My face was still on fire, five fingers branded on my cheeks.

Silly me, sleep was out of the question in this house.

“Dude, wake up, when did you sleep last night?!” - I never thought this familiar voice would ring in my ears like church bells and make me want to hurl. Peeping underneath the lashes, blotched silhouettes muddled up. I fluttered my eyes open, greeted with a wide grin splattered across Yuuji’s face, “sleepyhead, come on, Mr Toji made breakfast!” - the name alone was enough to give me goosebumps, dry out my mouth and torment me with a high-pitched screeching, sprouting from the depth of my brain.

My stomach twisted in unnerving anticipation when I stepped into the kitchen after struggling to gather myself in the guest bedroom. I had to make sure to conceal the bruises all over my body, wear a turtle neck sweater to cover up purple circles around my neck. I could lie about rose-coloured handprint on my face, pretending I slept awkwardly.

Megumi had already taken a seat, fiddling with the chopsticks set beside his bowl; Yuuji pranced around the kitchen cabinets as if he owned the place. No sight of the head of the Fushiguro family. I couldn’t even take a breather as the ominous feeling snuck up on me, bony digits tracing above my tailbone.

“Finally, you’re up,” - deep, husky voice resonated in my ears, it would’ve been a wonderful sound to listen to if I hadn’t felt like throwing up just as his fingers slipped past the waistband of sweatpants, one Megumi had lent me the night before. Large palm latched onto the mound of my ass, steadily squeezing it without anyone noticing, “why don’t you try my cooking, darling?” - every word spewing from his lips infuriated me, but there was no strength left in me to fight him, mainly after what happened not long ago. I leaned slightly forward, bringing a small chunk of food near my lips and slackly chewing, in the meantime, his hand fervently played with my flesh; The dryness of my mouth made it almost impossible to swallow whatever I was eating, my entire being was altogether focused on the sensations his cold hand gave me until a dull ringing noise snapped me back to the present, “Megumi, open the door,” - it was the front door; another visitor, I thought to myself, and to my dismay, both of my ‘students’ had rushed to the door, leaving me up against the ferocious animal.

Before I had a chance to protest, something rock-hard pressed on the side of my hip, an older male’s left arm secured my position beside him, long digits playfully drumming around my hipbone; Instead of focusing on the other hand that drew circles on my face, my attention diverted towards his growing erection, restlessly jabbing me on the side. Toji gently tugged on the ends of hair near my cheek, maliciously grinning, “you’re being a very good girl,” - he crudely flicked a lock of my hair off his thumb, “did something change your mind?” - the longer he talked, the stronger he tried to grind on me.

Almost neverending morning nightmare came to a halt when I noticed a familiar figure in the hallway: snow white spiky messy hair, ocean blue, bright eyes and thundering voice. Gojo Satoru. But the second the eyes of Fushiguro and Gojo met, heavy tension swept the room.

“Fushiguro,” - greeting Toji with a mere nod, Gojo’s eyes bounced back on me, throwing me a gleeful smile, “hope I didn’t interrupt anything important…” - his gaze didn’t budge from me, calmly approaching me, before staring back at the oldest male in the household.

“No, I just made breakfast for kids, would you like to join, Satoru?” - Hazy, verdant eyes oppressively penetrated holes on Gojo’s face; The tone could crush anyone to the ground, making it almost impossible to recover, but the white-haired male stood tall.

“Nah, Suguru and I are goin’ to eat…” - with a concerned look, his wide aquamarine eyes hopped back and forth, something clicked, something didn’t feel right, “Hey, we’re goin’ to a cafe, wanna come?” - his hand softly rested on my shoulder.

“Yes!” - my answer sounded so desperate and distressed, I felt ashamed for a second. But anything to get me out of this house. Anything. In a matter of mere ten to fifteen minutes, I was ready for the trip, speedily gathering my belongings, shoving them inside my backpack. Tried to do my best at avoiding any type of contact with the patriarch of the Fushiguro family, but I could feel the piercing gaze, chilling stares etched on the nape of my neck. He couldn’t contain me between four walls forever, but the thought of me slipping between his fingers back to safety drove him mad, I bet.

“Megumi, Yuuji, we can meet up in the library next time,” - I shook my head in displeasure, using anything to never set foot in this household ever again, “you guys are impossible,” - Yuuji giggled like a child, beaming with kindness, whereas Megumi harshly nudged him in the side, rolling eyes as if he was any better at studying, “I’ll hit you up when and where should we meet up next,” - ruffling my digits through Yuuji’s fluffy hair, I turned to the older male.

Gojo and I proceeded to the exit, and to my surprise, Toji held the front door wide open for us with a feigned smirk. To make the matters worse, Gojo carelessly draped his arm over my shoulder, pulling and embracing me further. Despite finally feeling secure and relaxed in a long time, I couldn’t shake off the freshly onset gnawing sensation in my chest. This wasn’t going to end well.

“You alright?” - I could sense the concern in his voice as we stepped out in a quiet street. No matter how irritating or stupid I might’ve considered Gojo to be, regardless of him being my senior, no secret eluded him. I nibbled on the inside of my cheek.

No. No, I wasn’t alright, couldn’t think how I should’ve been alright, violet rings reminding me of the night. Walking out of that house felt like being dragged from depths of hell.

“Yeah, man, why you ask?” - I smacked my open palm on his back, as we walked down the street, his arm still securely resting on my shoulders. He shook his head, diverting the conversation to the next topic: the meal that awaited us in a cozy cafe.

I should’ve known I was getting into something dangerous when nothing went right that day.