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The Culling Game had turned Tokyo into something unrecognisable.
Empty streets. Broken glass. The distant echo of cursed energy clashing somewhere beyond the skyline. The city felt less like a place people lived and more like a battlefield that had forgotten what peace looked like.
Nanami walked through the street
The bandages beneath his suit tugged uncomfortably against the scars that ran across his torso, reminders of a fight he had never been meant to survive. The doctors had called it a miracle.
His tie hung neatly around his neck, though the rest of his suit bore the quiet damage of recent battles.
One hundred points.
That was what he needed.
Megumi and Itadori had gone after another player. Which meant the task of finding Hiromi Higuruma had fallen to him.
Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly as he stepped into the abandoned theatre.
The inside looked almost absurd compared to the ruined city outside. The stage lights were still on. Curtains half-drawn. Rows of empty seats stared forward like silent witnesses.
And right in the centre of the stage,
A bathtub.
Higuruma sat inside it, as if it were perfectly normal, his sleeves were rolled up, expression calm and unreadable. The strange theatricality of the scene felt like something out of a courtroom drama rather than a death game.
Nanami stopped at the edge of the stage.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Suddenly, Nanami said simply
“I need your hundred points.”
Higuruma tilted his head slightly, studying him the way a judge studies a defendant.
“I’m afraid,” he replied, “I have no intention of giving them to you.”
Silence settled between them.
Nanami sighed quietly, the tired sort of sigh of a man who had spent far too long dealing with unreasonable situations.
Then he stepped forward, climbing onto the stage.
With slow precision, he loosened the knot of his tie.
“Well,” Nanami said calmly, “that is unfortunate.”
The air thickened with cursed energy.
“Because I wasn’t asking.”
Nanami loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket, sighing, too tired and unbothered to deal with this. Wrapping his tie around his arm, ready to ratio Higuruma.
Higuruma looked Nanami up and down, eyeing his now shown cleavage through his blue shirt up and down.
Namani started walking to the edge of the bathtub.
“As I said. I need those points, and you’re going to give them to me.” Nanami’s hands were now on both sides of the bathtub; he was now towering over Higuruma.
“How badly do you want those points?”
Before Nanami can answer, Higuruma suddenly sits up and grabs the front of his shirt.
Nanami stiffens slightly as the fabric of his shirt bunches in Higuruma’s grip, pulling him into the bathtub. The distance between them was gone in an instant.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Higuruma looks up at him, his expression unreadable, studying him the way he once studied defendants in a courtroom. His gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary, flickering briefly over the faint scars visible above Nanami’s collar.
Nanami looks down at him calmly, though there’s a faint crease forming between his brows.
“If this is meant to intimidate me,” Nanami says evenly, “it’s not working.”
Higuruma tilts his head slightly.
“Intimidate you?” he repeats.
Slowly, a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.
“No way.”
Higuruma laid back down. With one sudden pull, Nanami was now on top of him. Higuruma gripped his shirt tightly, their faces only inches apart.
The tension between them felt thick enough to cut.
Nanami exhaled slowly.
“You’re stalling,” he says.
“Am I?” Higuruma replies quietly.
Nanami opens his mouth to respond, then Higuruma leans forward and kisses him.
The sudden movement catches Nanami completely off guard. His glasses tilt slightly as he instinctively grabs Higuruma’s shoulder to steady himself.
Nanami’s eyes widened just slightly behind his glasses, then closed again.
Their bodies pressed together heatedly in the small confines of the bathtub, both breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. Higuruma could taste their shared breath and feel the thud of their combined heartbeats.
He noticed Nanami’s lips were unusually soft, almost silken, pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of Nanami’s breath beneath his nose, his fingers carding through Nanami’s soft blond hair as both of them breathed each other in.
Nanami tugged him forward, or maybe he’d lunged toward the other man of his own accord, and just like that, they were kissing with the fervour and passion of years of pent-up repression releasing in a single instant. The force of their collision, lips on lips, tongue against tongue, was bruising, enough to take the breath out of Higuruma the second they connected.
Or maybe it was what he was feeling, the adrenaline coursing through his body, blood pounding in his ears, as a shiver ran down his spine, so powerful he thought he might collapse in the water.
In the heat of the moment, Higuruma flips on top of Nanami. Nanami had half a second to entertain the absurdity of the idea that Higuruma might pull away from this before he felt the older man’s tongue slip between his lips, and all coherent thought was lost to instinct-
-Instinct, like threading his own fingers through Higuruma’s soaked hair, pressing back with his tongue, as a moan began to well up in his chest, reaching up and grabbing Higuruma’s waist, pulling their bodies together, for an instant of pressure that sent fireworks off, all across his skin.
Higuruma could feel his pants getting tighter as the two men grinded against each other, his cock throbbing, pressing against Nanami’s leg.
Finally pulling apart, Nanami says with a bated breath, “So, can I have those points now?”
“Oh, we’re not finished yet, and it’s not going to be that easy,” Higuruma says with a smirk on his face.
Leaning back in, the two continue.
Higuruma pulls away, “Take your pants off.”
“Fuck, give me a second,” Nanami grits out, unbuckling his pants, taking off his underwear, readjusting, and letting his legs spread. Hirguruma’s breath hits Nanami’s cock, warm and unexpected, making Nanami twitch. He pressed the tip with his thumb, making Nanami hiss. His member was wet, slick with pre-cum
Higuruma doesn’t want to wait. He wants to put his mouth to better use. He could be patient, but not for much longer. He trails his fingers from Nanami’s thigh to his dick, stroking him loosely. Nanami manages to bite back a whinge of “come on, come on.”
Huffing, Higuruma shifts uneasily and makes a little noise that could be irritation or nerves and then wraps his hand around Nanami’s shaft and his mouth around the tip.
Nanami has to fight back the urge to push down on Higuruma’s head; instead, he arches his back and lets Higuruma go at his own pace. Higuruma spits on Nanami’s cock, taking in his whole length, going deeper with every bob of his head. The deeper he goes, the harder it is; tears were slowly welling up in his eyes, making his vision go blurry.
Looking in Nanami’s eyes, Higuruma started playfully slapping Nanami’s wet cock on his tongue. Teasing him and watching Nanami squirm more and more.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Nanami breaths. Higuruma continues going up and down, slowly moving his arm up, moving his hand, he traces to Nanami’s hole. Slowly, he inserts a finger, moving in and out, circling Nanami’s inner walls. Hitting Nanami’s prostate, Nanami let out a lewd moan, but Higuruma was faster, catching it. He kissed Nanami’s lips. Nanami’s hot breath hit his face.
Higuruma looked at him for a moment; the expression he saw made his already hard erection throb and swell further. Nanami’s moans were slowly getting louder and breathier.
Higuruma suddenly felt impatient, wanting to coax more of those filthy expressions out of a face that, before, looked stoic and emotionless.
Higuruma moves to press a kiss to Nanami’s inner thigh. Dragging his mouth up, leaving a trail of spit. He plants his face into Nanami’s ass. Rimming his hole with his tongue. Nanami’s groans were now filling the whole theatre.
Higuruma presses his tongue deeper and deeper with every lick. Nanami’s asshole twitched more with every lick. Nanami feels pleasure surge throughout his entire body, his back arching more with every entrance of Higuruma’s tongue. The tie he was gripping so intensely before lands on the floor with a soft thud.
Veins were now popping in Nanami’s forehead, with the combined stimulation of Higuruma’s tongue in his ass and Higuruma’s hand jerking him off; he thought he was going to die of pleasure.
“Mmm, ahh, please I-I need ahh those points, I’m about to come.”
“Be a good boy and be patient.”
With a final jerk of Higuruma’s hand, Nanami finishes. Cum coated the walls of the bathtub, dripping down and mixing with the water.
“You can have those points now,” Higuruma whispers in Nanami’s ear.
The theatre is quiet again.
Water drips slowly from the edge of the bathtub onto the wooden stage, each drop echoing faintly through the empty hall. The tension from earlier has finally settled.
Nanami stands beside the tub, adjusting his glasses as he straightens his tie. His suit is still damp, but he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it.
Across from him, Higuruma sits on the edge of the bathtub, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly out of place.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
Then—
A small creature suddenly pops into existence beside them.
“Kogane!” the little shikigami chirps brightly.
Nanami barely reacts.
Higuruma glances at it with mild interest.
“Player Hiromi Higuruma will transfer one hundred points to player Kento Nanami. Confirm? Kogane!”
Higuruma sighs quietly.
“…Confirm.”
Kogane spins happily in the air.
“Points transfer confirmed! Kogane!”
A faint glow flickers briefly in the air.
+100 Points
The notification fades after a moment.
Nanami adjusts his glasses.
“…Thank you.”
Higuruma leans back slightly, looking up toward the stage lights.
“I’ve already decided,” he says calmly. “If someone is going to end this ridiculous game, I’d rather contribute to that than sit alone pretending to hold court.”
Nanami studies him for a moment.
Then he turns toward the theatre exit.
“In that case,” Nanami says, “you should come with me.”
Higuruma raises an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“My students are waiting.”
Outside, the ruined streets stretch into the distance.
As they step out of the theatre, two familiar figures are already waiting nearby.
Yuji is the first to notice them.
“Nanami!” he calls, waving.
Then he spots the man walking beside him.
“Wait—HEY—that’s him!”
Megumi looks up immediately, eyes narrowing slightly.
“So, you found Higuruma.”
Nanami stops beside them.
“Yes.”
Yuji tilts his head.
“…Why are you wet?”
Nanami pauses.
“…It’s irrelevant.”
Higuruma coughs quietly into his hand, clearly hiding a smile.
Megumi looks between them suspiciously but decides not to ask.
Kogane suddenly pops into existence again above them.
“Player Kento Nanami now has one hundred points! Kogane!”
Yuji grins.
“Nice! That means we can start adding rules!”
Higuruma watches the three of them quietly for a moment.
Then he sighs.
“…You people are going to be a lot of trouble, aren’t you?”
Nanami straightens his tie.
“You’ll get used to it.”