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I shouldn't have waited outside for so long. Gripping an empty bottle in one hand and playing with the cap in the other, my mouth felt more parched than ever. For a few minutes, I kept scanning the surrounding until a familiar face popped out of nowhere near the supermarket.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would take this long,” Megumi sounded sincere, clapping hands in front of his face, slightly bowing his head. I couldn’t be mad at him. Despite standing in front of the convenience store for more than half an hour, the summer sun nipped at me, even in the shade, I couldn’t become upset with him. He was just too damn adorable.
Escorting me to an unfamiliar car, I felt awfully cold. Jade-green eyes observed me from the driver’s seat, muscular arms crossed over the wide chest. The signature vertical scar on the right corner of his lips brought back nauseating flashbacks from a few weeks ago. The bruises from the incident had just barely cleared up: was he planning to mark my skin anew?
Younger Fushiguro had already crawled back in the backseat, crammed between beaming Itadori and irritated Kugisaki, who didn’t agree to deal with so many stupid people. My attention was captured by Toji’s bony index finger pointing at the passenger seat. Despite the hesitation, I took a seat, carefully slamming the door beside me.
“Why would you bother your dad to pick me up, Megumi?” I spoke quietly, glancing over my shoulder at the younger raven-haired male, making sure my voice didn’t crack in the middle of a sentence, giving away my fear and discomfort of sharing the same vehicle as the predator sitting next to me.
“I insisted. It’s 36°C (97°F) outside,” he was brief, eyes fixated outside on the front of a supermarket, before hurriedly unlocking the door and stepping out, “kids, while we’re here, buy groceries,” his words were absolute for his son, hopping out of the backseat into the street, followed by Itadori, who seemed to be happy just to be part of the adventure. Unlike Kugisaki, who stubbornly sat there. Elder didn’t wait for too long, leaned down, and glared right at her, “out,” she was hesitant, reluctantly looking back at me as she bounced out and strutted after the boys. His hand blindly searched for sunglasses in front of the dashboard, settling Aviators on the bridge of his nose before crossing the busy road.
I was left alone. Thankfully I hadn’t eaten anything since the early morning, or I might’ve disgraced myself by throwing up in Toji’s car. The fragments of that night came flooding back, freshly passing by my eyes and etching themselves there. And I’ve done my best to dismiss disturbing intrusive thoughts, but they had been refreshed in my brain. As I battled against my racing heart, the door swung open and a robust figure sat on the driver’s seat.
“Here,” elder Fushiguro held out a transparent plastic cup, iced coffee and what I assumed wrapped in a beige paper bag, a sandwich. I carefully took them, fixing my eyes on his face: he kept squinting his eyes, looking ahead, even if there were no direct sunlight entering the vehicle.
My attention was brought back to the food, “Megumi knows an awful lot about your taste,” so that’s why the order looked so similar to the ones I usually placed at my favourite cafe. The fact that Toji might’ve been an obsessive stalker, keeping track of every movement I made or the taste I acquired crossed my mind as well, and it wouldn’t be a jaw-dropper.
In silence, he lit the cigarette, lodged it between his rosy lips, puffing a thick cloud of smoke inside, simultaneously burning my nostrils. Rolling the window down, his finger tapped the ash outside, then brought it back to his face. He took another drag on it. Was he nervous or perhaps, soothed his jittering nerves or maybe, tried to look ‘cool’?
As I took a sip from the straw, a pleasant feeling washed over me. Even so, this pleasant feeling dissipated just as quickly as it materialised when his large palm slid over the cupholder and gripped my inner thigh. Thumb tenderly traced over the heated skin. He wasn’t even looking at me, his head turned to the supermarket his son had entered some time ago.
“Stop,” I managed to form a measly word and to my surprise, the trespasser disappeared. Why did he listen to me? Why didn’t he yell at me? Something was off. However, he seemed peaceful. Peaceful right before a deadly storm. He lazily yanked the sunglasses off his nose, tossed them in the cupholder and met my gaze.
“Does it taste good?” His emerald eyes pointed at my hand. I was startled by Toji’s actions, couldn’t make heads or tails out of them. And before mustering any courage to speak up, his large palm cloaked around my fingers that clung to the cup and brought it near himself. Wide tongue lapped under the straw, droopy eyelids covering verdant eyes were heavy, chasing after the droplets of dark chocolate smeared on the walls of the drink. The sight was mesmerizing. And frightening.
Kids were nowhere to be seen, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting heavier and heavier as the time passed, despite the man’s non-violent behaviour. I sipped on coffee, avoiding eye contact altogether. Observing pedestrians in the street, my mind started to wander, until his repulsive question snapped me back to reality.
“Did you fuck him?” His tone was harsh, his expressions - stern. Eyes fixed somewhere in the distance, on a storefront or perhaps, someone specific there, long middle and index fingers brought a cigarette to his lips before flicking the butt of it outside.
“What?”
“I said, did you fuck him?”
“What are you talking about?” Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind, none of which could answer his question. Toji’s balled-up fist loudly banged against the metal door. I flinched, almost spilling my drink in between my thighs.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, did you fuck Satoru?!” And the storm was on its’ way. Why did I think any otherwise? I withered away in the passenger seat, my mouth becoming drier, stomach-churning anxiety overwhelming me. His wide, lustrous eyes stared through me. If we were in an open space, I’d be able to put the distance between us, but right then and there, my chances were low.
“I didn’t fuck anyone…” words escaped between my lips as a mewl, eyes searching for potential danger as his arm outstretched towards me, fingers interlocking with the locks of my hair and bringing my face closer to his. My scalp burned; Shrunk pupils stared down at me, reducing my defences into nonexistence.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, you little–,” the flat ringtone of his phone cut his monologue short. Shooting a glossy stare at the smartphone, he answered immediately, “what’s taking you so long?” he spoke calmly, however, his fingers still clung to my hair, in an attempt to yank them off their roots. The deadpan expression changed into a sinister sneer and the pain was gone: right palm had grasped the steering wheel, left turned the keys in the ignition, turning the car on and driving it away.
“Wait, where are we goin’?! Megumi and the rest–”
“They met up with Toudou and Maki, gon’ skip the lesson today,” now his tone was calm as if he didn’t almost end up threatening me for hanging out with Gojo a few minutes ago. I felt hopeless. I was hopeless.
He drove for a short while, then abruptly made a left turn and stopped in a few meters. The scenery was an open parking lot of a shopping centre. His hand gripped the emergency brake handle, pulling it upwards with a screeching sound.
There wasn’t enough air in the car. Or maybe I had used it all up in one breath. My nostrils burned, I heard a high-pitched shrill in my left ear. Unbearably horrifying experience. And I had to relive it again, and again.
Eyes full of angry tears darted around until my ears caught the horrid sound of clanking. Toji hurriedly unfastened the metal buckle of his belt, before the cloudy eyes turned to me, thumbs pushing the waist of the pants down. The only barrier between his erection and freedom was flimsy strained boxers.
“Come ‘ere,” he sounded mandating, ordering me around, his hand finding its way back to the crown of my head, pushing it forward, “and open wide, sweetie,” free fingers pulled the frail fabric away, rock-hard cock sprung out, making my stomach drop.
Fingers tangled in my hair nudged me, shoving my lips on his girthy manhood. I could only whimper as his unoccupied hand pried them open, hung onto the jaw, and forced his entire length inside; Giving me less than necessary time to get adjusted to his size, I involuntarily gagged, struggling to control the intrusion.
Mad raven-haired bucked hips upwards, and I dug my nails in his naked groin. The ruddy tip of his cock rammed at the back of my throat, tears started to well up in my eyes and drool beaded down at the base of his shaft.
The brake handle jabbed me under the ribs, fingers of my left hand clutched on his thigh, denim making it impossible to steady myself gripping onto it, as my right hand scratched the side of the male’s waist.
A throaty groan reverberated in my ears, captivating me enough to look up and analyze his face: the back of the head was firmly pressed against the headrest, eyes half-lidded, pudgy pinkish lips unsealed.
“That’s — fuck,” mumbles worked their way out of his mouth, alongside another baritone grunt. There should’ve been no reaction whatsoever, but my legs jerked, and the tailbone tingled in anticipation. Fuckin’ hell, what was that. Without his guidance, I bobbed my head up and down, slithering my tongue under his cock, feeling it pulsate and twitch on my muscle.
“That’s it, baby,” I shouldn’t have been affected by his wheezy breathing; Toji’s canine teeth sunk into his bottom lip. I gave in. Maybe if I had been more obedient and tuned in with whatever he asked of me, he wouldn’t lash out.
It wasn’t long since I had decided to succumb to his wishes, the older male violently yanked me off his body, and hastily pulled his pants up. Unsettled, I looked around, searching for the trigger.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ kill him,” was his last words before he furiously unlocked the door and jumped out, slamming the door behind. Him? My eyes searched for the meddling male and in the side-view mirror, I saw ‘him’ with snow-white spiky hair and a daring smile. Goddamnit, Gojo. He couldn’t keep his pride shoved anywhere, so he came to the rescue? He might’ve increased the heaviness of my punishment tenfolds: older Fushiguro could’ve thought I called out to Gojo for help.
Seconds felt like decades and minutes felt like centuries before an enraged elder male sat back in the driver’s seat, reached for the glove compartment, flipped the handle wide open. A loaded pistol was within his reach. My mind went into panic mode, my back broke out in cold sweat.
“Wait, wait, what the fuck are you doin’?!” I could barely control my voice, shouting. He shot me a glassy stare. I might’ve crossed the line, but knocking some sense into him was necessary. And I had to delicately choose my words, or the older Fushiguro would’ve gotten Gojo’s blood on his hands. And for what? I might’ve been caught in the warzone as well.
“You’ll go to jail if you hurt him,” I desperately held onto his muscular arm, squeezing it closer to my body, “there are CCTV cameras all around the parking lot, they might not see inside, but–,” I leaned closer to the windshield, peeking outside, pointing at the pole few meters away from his car, “I’ll talk to Gojo,” leaving the man speechless, I hopped out.
After a brief conversation with the white-haired male, I managed to convince him both Megumi’s dad and I had a business to attend to inside the shopping centre. However, I wasn’t convincing enough for him to leave within minutes, stalling me out in the open. And the longer I stayed, the stronger was the death glare burning holes on my back from inside the vehicle.
I got back in the car and instead of at least a simple ‘thank you’, I was greeted with a loud snarl and an insult or two hurled at me, followed by a powerful thud on the metal door.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?!” I weakly pounded my fist on his chest and he retreated, with a defeated look. He was unpredictable: he could’ve squeezed my wrists in his palms like modelling clay, and instead, he backed down, “I try to save your ass out there and this is how you thank me?” Wherever this sudden influx of confidence came from, I hoped it’d stay for some time.
Unfortunately, it seeped right back out as soon as Toji shifted in his seat, leaning near my seat. His hand crept up on me, although this time the long fingers danced on the surface of my thighs, tenderly pushing on my clothed pussy under the circle mini skirt. My legs trembled at the touch, something stirred up in my lower abdomen.
“I know, I know,” he repeated, “I just can’t help it,” as I wholly avoided eye contact with him, his breath spilt under my jaw before lightly chapped lips pressed on the skin. I shuddered at each peck, goosebumps scurried up my arms, my legs, my shoulders. After a few uneven kisses along the neckline, his left hand held onto the knots of my hair on my nape, angling my head so he’d have better access to delicate skin.
“Why did you wear this?” His hot lips would’ve felt incredible on my neck if it wasn’t for this dumb question. Long fingers tugged on the strings of underwear, “who did you wear this for?” the darkened eyes shot up, fixing on the expressions I was about to make.
Disbelief, “I wore it ‘cuz it’s fuckin’ hot, old geezer,” my mouth tended to run kilometres ahead of me, repeatedly throwing me into troublesome situations. His digits pressed firmer, index finger slid the fabric aside, a tip of the thumb coming in contact with my clit; The sudden touch made my insides clench around nothingness.
“Brat,” his middle finger probed my soaked entrance, thumb steadily drawing circles on the aching bud, making me buck my hips forward. As his lips didn’t leave a place untouched on my neck, his hand moved leisurely, until coming to a full stop midway.
I heard a tapping on the windshield that turned into pitter-patter in a matter of seconds. My focus wavered there, listening to the rain drumming on top of the roof and the hood of Toji’s car: the very average summer showers.
People in the parking lot quickened their pace, either covering away from it under the roof of the shopping centre, hurrying towards their vehicles, or even waiting packed at the bus station near the parking lot. There was no likelihood of anyone paying close attention to our car.
My mind was brought back inside the car as an elder male brutishly pumped index and middle digits inside my desperate cunt. His mouth had abandoned delicate skin on the neck and relocated on my breasts he had formerly unclothed, forcing them to spill out from the bralette.
Desperately latched onto the perky nipple, his hand untangled out of my hair, and instead cloaked around my waist, in an attempt to pull me in his lap. I instinctively spread my legs to give his hand better access, my judgment swallowed whole by the thick layer of lust.
With a quick jerking motion his arm made around me, my eyes searched for his face until I met deep verdant eyes, staring back right into mine, “if you squirt in my car, I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” the threat lead me back to reality, squelching sound of my drenched pussy and splattering rain echoed in my ears. The second time he tried to drag me onto his lap, I resisted, however, it was in vain.
“No, no, I don’t want to, let me go!”
“You were fuckin’ your cunt on my fingers and now you don’t want it?” He sounded menacing, popping his finger out of my pussy, the hand secured on my hip, dragging me in his lap; Propping me on his thighs, as I faced ahead, heels of my palms pinned on the steering wheel, “and it’s not a request,” my eyes darted outside, sudden fear of being seen overwhelming me.
As my panic sank in, the raven-haired adjusted his seat, reclining it back, as if he was out on the beach, sunbathing under the scorching sun. He pooled my skirt around my waistline, the middle finger slid the frail fabric of underwear aside; Afterwards, he propped up, with me in his lap, facing forward, Toji embraced me, both of his hands lurking between my thighs, as I tried to adjust myself on his evergrowing erection. Breathing onto my neck, fingers on his right hand rolled about my clit, lazily teasing it, while his left hand kneaded the plump flesh of my inner thighs.
“Be a good girl and don’t make me angry,” how could someone sound so cruel and so sweet at the same time. His deep baritone voice rippled through me, encased me, made me feel safe whereas his hands mocked me, stripped me of the very little dignity that was left. The hot breath streamed along my neck, continuously making my hair stand up on my shoulders, back, arms…
“You’re so damn good in these clothes, you shouldn’t wear them outside,” strong fingers tugged on the edge of the skirt, then inched to the bralette, “if anyone saw you in these, they wouldn’t be able to keep hands off you,” the buzzing sound of the rain became monotonous, strong showers steer cleaned surrounding of people, “just like me,” his hands had turned patronizing around my body, moulding the flesh to his liking: leaving azure fingerprints in their path.
“Wiggling your ass in this freakin’ strings, you’re practically begging me to fuck you raw,” I had never wished to be around him, he was the one invading my space over and over again, holding me hostage in my own clothes, “and if you flaunt your ass in front of other men, you know what I’ll do?” His thumb ambushed my swollen bud, middle finger lazily sunk inside me again, as the unrestrained hand landed a sharp smack on my thigh. My walls tightly wrapped around his finger as I bit my lip to repress a painful moan. Fuckin’ God, it hurt. The skin started to darken in colour and stung as he caressed it, “I’ll punish you and,” he paused, pat index and middle fingers together, mimicking a gun and pressed the tips of the fingers on my temple, before bending the thumb which he held straight up before, “kill them,” sweet baby Jesus Christ, he was not in his right mind.
The only way I could make an escape was to go along with him. Anxiety boiled deep in the pits of my stomach, as I outstretched my arm to get a hold of his face, only to be met with sharp teeth nibbling on my digits, “don’t hurt anyone and let me go,” no matter how I tried to coax him, anything related to setting me free enraged him.
“Fuckin’ slut, turn around,” twisting me in his lap as if my weight was not an issue, now I sat face to face with him; The perverse eyes, shimmering similar to four clover leaves under the morning dew, pointed at the buckle of the belt. My hands clumsily attempted to unbutton the denim pants, that’s when his patience ran thin: with a swift movement, he landed a face-turning slap on my cheek. I saw sparkles and patches of white haze. My thigh and face painfully throbbed in unison, and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears, but I wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of witnessing me sob. Male took the matters in his hand, tugging his pants down while I held myself up, supporting my weight on my knees and palms.
Dragging clothes aside, Toji eased me down on his rock-hard pulsing erection, barely pushing past the soaked hole I felt a very familiar spasm, and pulled away in fear of another painful experience; That’s when I heard his guttural groan, “for fuck’s sake,” and he bucked his hips up, while simultaneously shoving me down, knocking the wind out of me.
“Fuck, it hurts, God!” Disordered, jumbled words poured out of me, as I tried to get rid of the intrusion by getting up, but the male’s long fingers dug into my buttocks, immobilizing me with his cock throbbing against my walls, filling every nook and cranny, shaping them to find a perfect cast for his size, sending jolts of excitement down my spine, “you’re hurting me, Toji,” the tone of my voice and a shaky sigh at the end of the sentence gave me away, the pain was exhilarating, enough to keep me afloat on the surface of reality but drag me to the heaven now and then.
His hand crept up my stomach, fingers dancing on the pliable flesh of the chest, “I’m not hurting you, kitten, you got it all wrong,” lips caught a nipple between them, suckling on it, desperate as if it gave him life. He traced his tongue upon the velvety skin, sharp canine teeth dug into the neck, drawing a mere whimper out of me.
I tried wiggling my way out until his hand dragged around my face, digits squeezing my cheeks together, bringing it closer to him, as his hips picked up the pace, jackhammering into me; My brain had started to turn into a mushy paste, with tears flooding my vision; And even if you had asked me to tell right from wrong, there would be no definitive or even sensible answer coming from me.
His tongue traced over my bottom lip, before cunningly pressing his lips against mine, melting into a passionate kiss. I had been intrigued by how the kiss between him and I would go, but not under these types of circumstances where my senses altogether were focused on his feverish and shaky thrusts, his stiffened thighs slamming against my ass and his fingers still violated my clit, almost to the point of numbing it. Channelling his frenzied grunts into my mouth, I felt light-headed, the earthly pleasures of being fucked out of my brains getting to me.
“I’ve never done anything to hurt you, dear,” fuckin’ lies, “you got it all wrong, baby,” weren’t these some top of the head lies? “if you listened to me and did as I told you, you wouldn’t have gotten in this mess,” wait, was my brain getting foggier, or did he make sense? “Maybe your memory is getting dull, sweetie? You couldn’t keep your body off me,” did that sound right to others as well? “I only got possessive because I want you for myself,” huh.
The words suffocated me, for a split second I had thought he cared for me. Maybe he did. Immediately as he slowed down his rhythmic thrusts, I overtook the reins of power, rolling my hips, grinding myself against him. He parted himself from my lips, leaving them puffy from repeated nibbling. Toji’s eyelids drooped, the tip of the tongue traced on the edges of sharp teeth.
“You’re doing great,” he cooed but landed a harsh slap on my ass, one after another, and another “you’re such a good girl, kitten,” pitiful yelp escaped me, my hands clung to his chest.
“Toji, fuckin’ slow down,” I slurred my words, burying my face in the hollow of his neck, drawing shaky breaths, the scent of this male’s body filling my lungs. A large open palm struck the pliable flesh of my behind again, with more vigour this time, as he drove his hips upwards, punching the air out of me, making me gasp helplessly.
“I swear on my fuckin’ name, you’ll end up getting yourself into a big trouble,” the tone was demanding, unforgiving, a pause near the end of the sentence ensured my garbled brain understood it. The handprint stung, but it was less bothersome than feeling the entire length of his cock pressing my walls, pulsing against them, “but have you noticed?” his index finger tapped on the driver’s window, “people are watching us,” the immediate feeling of nausea swept over me, snapped me out of the ‘dream’. I wanted to get away as far as possible.
“Please, stop!” unfazed by my begging, he picked up the pace again, maintaining it steady, driving me to the end. All I could muster were whimpers and muffled moans, pressing both of my hands over my mouth, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing anything. One of his hands found its way to my hair, wrapping a sizeable chunk of it in his palm like a rope, the other enveloped around my neck, squeezing the sides of it, as he pulled me away from himself and stilled in one place nearby, to enjoy the view of steering me into the abyss.
“You're fuckin’ yourself on your friend’s dad’s cock in a parking lot, have you got no shame?” both palms grasped my neck and my hair firmly, as he hammered himself in me, knot deep in my lower abdomen lazily unravelling itself. Waves of pleasure shot down into my legs, every cell in my body opposed this man, yet it all came crashing down as his rough thrusts tripped me over the edge.
Momentarily I've lost the ability to comprehend anything that was said to me, (could swear he had said something under his breath with a strained husky voice), shaky moans slipped through my sealed lips, despite convincing myself not to let out even the slightest sound, felt my thighs tremble as he fucked me through the orgasm. The lightheadedness pulled me into a dream-like state, rendering me incapable of bearing my weight on top of the male and I depended on his arm strength, my digits weakly digging into his flesh, letting the continuous waves of muscle spasming pleasure wash over me.
Numbness swirled between my thighs before I instinctively felt his seed spill inside me. Low groans and panting caught my attention as I grit my teeth behind the sealed lips. His chest rose and dropped with each deep breath he took while I regained my consciousness and crawled off him, falling back into the passenger’s seat.
Silence seeped through me as I listened to clothes rustling, him fixing himself alongside the sound of rain still ramming on the windshield. Quietness didn’t last for long, he lazily yawned. I had to keep my legs pressed together, knowing his cum would leak out. He had no decency to use protection, even for his own good. I could be disease-ridden now, couldn’t I?
“Did you have anything to do?” he spoke as if he didn’t fuck the living hell out of me moments ago, maybe even under the eyes of witnesses. Hopefully, none of the passersby would have recurring nightmares of the event.
“Uh, I had some shopping to do before I went home,” I dreamed of the moment he’d take me back to my house, and with the presence of my parents there, he wouldn’t dare to chase after me.
His index finger pointed at the mall in front of the car, “let’s go there, my treat, sweetheart,” rapid change between his psychotic actions accompanied by possessive behaviour and a caring single father unnerved me. I hesitated, wishing to flee the scene as soon as possible, only it seemed impossible at the moment. I quickly nodded in agreement, hopping out and hastily running towards the shelter.
I didn’t remember much of the evening I spent with the older Fushiguro aside from the fact that I had gone commando before even entering the shopping centre, and even the slightest flutter of the skirt made my stomach drop. The inappropriate touching from his side persisted, the invasive palm roaming alongside my waist and ass received a few concerned looks from the outsiders. I had to be wary of him, his seed slipping down my inner thighs and the rest of the creepy onlookers.
Around the late evening, he decided to end the charade and bring me back to my place. The journey from the mall was awfully quiet and frightening. I had no idea what went through his mind each time his hands gripped the steering wheel unnecessarily tightly, gritted his teeth or clenched his defined jaw. Did he have anything prepared to ‘fascinate’ me?
Toji slowed down near the entrance of the house, the car coming to a full stop at the sidewalk in front of the front gate. I felt oddly liberated as my feet touched the concrete pavement.
“You can go now,” I turned my head back to ‘see him off’.
“You’re not goin’ anywhere else. I’ll be here till you go inside,” Jesus fucking Christ, he was delusional. His desire to corrupt my daily life reached new heights. I let out a defeated sigh, and then I heard a soothing voice.
“Dear, I’ve called you several times, you had me seriously worried,” my mother’s warm hands grasped my cheeks between them. I felt safe, yet still, somehow the knot in my stomach hadn’t ravelled out. Fierce eyes burned holes in my shoulders, “Oh my, didn’t notice you there, Mr Fushiguro,” something blocked the streetlight that shone above me.
“Please, don’t be so formal, I’m 2-3 years older than you, call me Toji,” the name almost made me hurl as I turned my head back, a tall figure looming over me, holding the hand my mother had outstretched towards him before laying a gentle kiss on the back of it. She giggled like a schoolgirl, nearly twirling the locks of hair around her finger. I stood mere steps away from them, as the older man tried to sweet-talk my ma, feeding her lies about himself or his righteous deeds.
“You really shouldn’t have dropped her off here, she could’ve taken a bus or metro,” harsh, mum, harsh.
“Oh, please, it’s my pleasure, she’s a sweetheart and a delight to be with,” and my mouth had already formed a thin line, somehow keeping myself shut. The way he spoke each word and threw a glance at me at the words ‘sweetheart’ and ‘delight’ made my skin crawl so much, I had to run a hand up and down my forearm, “and if I were to take care of your house and her for you while you’re gone, it would be my pleasure,” nauseating garbage spewed from his mouth, didn’t it? Wait, what did he–
“Toji, how do you know when we go anywhere?” yes, he was going to get his lies shattered right before his eyes. My mum cocked her head to the side, crossing her arms over the chest.
“Oh, your daughter talks quite a lot of her grandparents who live in the countryside, it’s hard to miss,” yet he dodged a bullet there, managed to slither his way out of the trouble. He was right, I had mentioned my grandparents more than once or ten times, not to him, but to his son. He had either overheard us or stalked me. And I think it was the latter. It was the latter.
In the meantime, even my father popped his head out of the window that faced the street, cheerfully waving at Toji, who returned the same exact gesture, only with a phoney grin, his eyes darting from my dad to me
The meaningless banter went on for a few minutes, before my mum invited him inside, which he declined, to my surprise and took off. I was beyond exhausted, but if I didn’t take a shower or soak myself in a bathtub, the nightmare would persist, clawing its way into my reality, rooting in my mind.
“Man, why did you drop us like that? We were gonna study,” Megumi huffed, slouching in the passenger seat next to Toji. Itadori and Kugisaki had been dropped off some time ago, in their respective locations, and the small family of Fushiguro were heading back home.
“Will you drop it, Megumi? One day of missin’ ‘class’ won’t kill ya,” the older male seemed peculiarly relaxed, back fully pressed on the back of the driver’s seat.
“When did you drop her? I call you that we’re gonna take some time shopping so you guys can eat, then you hang up on me, text me you had an urgent matter to take care of and you were gonna first drop her off home,” his fingers nervously fiddled with the smartphone. Toji rolled his eyes in annoyance, scoffing.
“I dropped her off when I dropped her off, aight?”
“Dad,” he paused momentarily, maybe for a dramatic effect, “she told me she just got home,” car came to a stop at the spotlight. The red light ominously shone through the fog, stagnated. The quiet street, drenched under the summer showers, seemed unreal.
“You’re interrogating me now?” Toji’s forehead wrinkled, eyebrows rose, one more than the other in pretend surprise. Before Megumi could explain himself, he continued, “I dropped her off after I sent you the text and she bought groceries; I took her to the nearest metro station. Then I went back to work. Happy now?” his chest puffed, immensely happy with the way he dodged every ambiguous question thrown at him. Younger’s shoulders drooped, his posture - poor.
“You’re telling me you dropped her off right after you texted me, but I tried calling her during the day and she wasn’t answering her phone and now she told me she just got home…” he became more concerned about me as the conversation dragged on.
“Oh, maybe she went on a date,” the elder pressed on the wound further, strove to hide the wicked grin. The answer dampened Megumi’s mood, “maybe she was having too much fun to pay attention to her phone.”
For some time, both of them remained quiet, enjoying the cool night breeze flowing over them through the rolled down windows. The older male found himself agitated by the silence.
“I should confess to her,” Toji hardly restrained himself from smashing the brake pedal and crashing the car on the fire hydrant. He blamed it on the sudden wind swooping inside.
“No, you won’t.”
“What? Why not, man?”
“No, you won’t,” Toji recited like a broken record, playing the same tune over and over again, “she will reject you. You’re too young for her.” he regurgitated, shaking his head in dismay. Megumi had only mumbled something under his breath as they pulled up to the final destination.
“Oh, by the way, uncle’s here,” Megumi was defeated, the only thing he wished for was to get away from the rest of the people and sleep on his future perspectives. A puzzled look had replaced Toji’s flushed face.
“Who?” He stepped inside, peeking into the kitchen. The striking dyed blonde hair and ear piercings made Toji roll his eyes at yet another thing. A leather jacket hung off the guest’s shoulders, as he tried to spin around with a swivel barstool, “you’re still trying to look like you’re eighteen, Naoya? Give it a rest, man,” he only received a pretentious sneer. Toji’s younger cousin, Zenin Naoya, the ‘notorious punk’, as Toji himself referred to him, had visited them for a short period. Older Fushiguro tossed his wallet, car keys and smartphone across the table and swung open the fridge, “want anything?”
Instead of an answer, there was a long pause. The man had assumed his cousin wanted nothing on the bigger side, so his fingers clasped on the neck of a beer bottle. He himself didn’t drink, clarifying each time he was asked for a reason that no amount of alcohol inebriated him and there was no need to glug down the liquid.
“Dude, you jack off to porn? At this age?” the absurd inquiry startled the taller male, forcing him to turn around and face his younger cousin.
“What?”
“Dude, you’re watching porn,” Naoya turned the phone around, showing Toji the screen. And before he could justify his actions, the blond man brought the phone closer to his ear: despite being unapologetic and of nefarious nature, he didn’t blast pornographic content with full volume, “wait, is this chick saying your name? Is this a fuckin’ sex tape? Who the hell did you fuck?” the young man was full of questions, spewing them; Without explanation, raven-haired male stormed into the living room, towering over younger Fushiguro.
“What’s your weird friend's name?” hands on his hips and head cocked to the side, Toji awaited the answer, as Megumi’s eyes wandered from one spot to another on the surface of the coffee table, trying to make sense of the question, “the one with the pink hair?”
“Yuuji?”
“Oh, yeah,” the older male waltzed back into the kitchen, leaving puzzled Megumi on his own, “she helps Megumi and the weird kid, Yuuji, prepare for upcomin’ university exams.”
“Man, you fuckin’ a teacher? Damn, why, couldn’t find anyone out younger? Or outside of your kid's circle?” Naoya ridiculed the elder, but he responded without looking at the blond, popping the cap off the beer bottle and handing it to him.
“She’s barely in her twenties, she ain’t a teach, just Megumi’s friend.”
“Holy shit, Toji. You fuck a college kid?” The man looked back at the screen, quietly running the recorded video in the background as Fushiguro scrambled through the fridge and kitchen cabinets, “couldn’t find anyone stupider? You know college girls are desperate for this shit. And so many got daddy issues, they’d kill for man as old as you to call him ‘baby’.” Naoya’s face contorted with repulsion. He wasn’t very friendly with, ahem, females in general and it showed, rather disturbingly how much ill he spoke of any women.
“Oh, Naoya, you’ve got it all wrong: she doesn’t want me, not one bit,” Toji’s smile was menacing, sharp canine teeth glinting, which even creeped his cousin out, “she’s doesn’t like me,” confused blond sat, stared blankly at the phone screen, “hold up,” older male hovered over Naoya, swiping through the phone with his middle finger. The picture among so many others popped up, a close-up image of me, in his living room, seated on the floor. My gaze had been turned to the aforementioned ‘weird kid’, Itadori, probably laughing at his shenanigans.
“Huh, she looks nice,” blondie responded with an approving nod, gazing at the photograph, “she looks hot, needs to be put in her place and loves cock? Damn, exactly the way they’re supposed to be,” his misogynistic response even made Toji grimace and shake his head, “let me meet this bitch.”
Hesitating, Toji bit the inside of his cheek, then threw a soft ‘alright’ towards Zenin. Naoya’s eyes glinted with malice. Maybe this would be the decision he’d come to hate in the near future. Who knows.