The sky over Kyoto the next day was tense and dull, the wind carrying the scent of moisture and rain.I was walking beside Toge along the path leading out of the institute, ready for a new special mission that Gojo-sensei had assigned to us just a few hours earlier. It was just the two of us, and that alone was enough to make me feel a little… alive? Or maybe… nervous? Maybe both.
"Tuna, kombu," he said, pointing to the crumpled map in his hand.
"You're right, it must be here…" I replied, studying the perimeter of the small abandoned warehouse where a semi-special-grade curse was said to be hiding.
He looked at me, serious. Then suddenly typed something on his phone:
"Be careful. If you scream, no one will hear you. Only me."
I looked up, and that sentence instantly brought back everything I had thought and felt the night before. So in that moment, I might've played a bit too much with double meanings. I blushed, trying to hide my face in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I just thought… sorry… Ahah…"
He tilted his head to the side, surprised. Then laughed.
Another message.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I nodded, trying to breathe and fanning myself with one hand. I turned serious again and started walking.
He followed right after, silent, but his face lit up with joy—that unique way of his. He was starting to open up, to melt like snow in the sun, and it made me happy.
We entered.
The warehouse was dark and smelled of rust, mold, and burnt incense. The curse was waiting somewhere, hidden—but not for long. As soon as we crossed the threshold, the floor beneath my feet bulged, sending me falling backward. With a quick flip and a handstand, I managed to land upright, unharmed. Toge grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, my body ending up pressed against his warm, steady chest. I could feel his muscles tense beneath his shirt.
He quickly grabbed his phone:
"Are you okay?" he wrote.
"Yeah. Though I think my heart forgot how to breathe…" I said, still leaning on him.
He stared at me, eyes lowered for a moment. Then wrote:
"Calm down, your heart is beating fast…"
This time, I was the one who didn't know where to look. Or what to say.
The fight began without warning.The curse was a swift shadow, splitting like a shattered mirror. Toge and I moved in sync, as if we had practiced that dance for months. He covered my blind spots, I covered his. Now and then our eyes met—brief, intense glances. Even in the most chaotic motions, it felt like his hands were looking for mine.
"Implode!" he shouted, and one of the curse's duplicates burst into fragments.
But the real one hit us from behind. It slammed me to the ground, dragging me with invisible force. Toge stepped in front of me, still as a mountain. He didn't speak this time. He raised a hand, made a sign, then turned to me with eyes full of promises.
The final strike was ours.A well-coordinated move, my foot in line with his trajectory, found the curse's core—and I struck it, making it vanish like burning paper.
"Shake!"
— Half an hour later —
Pleased and satisfied, we were out of the warehouse, surrounded by nature. We sat on two steps drinking cold tea that he had miraculously saved in his backpack. He turned to me—his snowy white lashes were much more visible under the sunlight. That day, something was different in the air. He seemed… different. More certain, more… open. He typed:
"Well done, you. You're not just beautiful, but deadly too."
I smiled.
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
Toge nodded. Then, slowly, he leaned closer to me… looked into my eyes. He raised an arm and brushed his knuckles gently against my cheek. I felt a shiver run up to the back of my neck.
"T-To…ge…"
His face held that strange calm—part melancholic, part hungry.
He wrote:
"Come with me. I saw a place earlier… you'll like it. No words needed… you already understand me."
And it was true.
I did understand him. Perfectly.
---A burning silence...---
After the mission, Toge led me to a hidden spot in the woods, far from the noise and windows of the institute. The sun was high in the sky, painting it blue and white, and the air was still, as if nature had decided to hold its breath with us.
There was a small, abandoned sanctuary, shrouded in vines and ancient silence. We stopped there. My heart was in my throat; I knew why we were there... or at least, I imagined so.
He turned to me, his eyes more beautiful than ever, full of unspoken words. He looked at me as if he were searching for courage within me, or perhaps within himself. He took out his phone and texted:
"I don't know if I'm up to it; I'm not good at it. But stay here, please."
I read it with a lump in my throat. I had already guessed it was his first time so close to a girl. I nodded, and felt his hands brush my arms with the care only he knew how to possess. He caressed my hair, then my face. His fingers traced the line of my neck to my collarbones. A shiver ran down my spine again. I slowly approached him, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly.
He kissed me first. A kiss that was unhurried, trembling intensely, as if he had never felt so certain and so scared at the same time. Our lips sought each other as if it had always been there, and everything around seemed to fade away.
He lifted me gently, slowly placing me on an old carpet of moss and leaves. At his touch, I felt him excited and large. The world went muffled. There were no more thoughts, only the beating of our hearts. Toge looked at me and it was as if he were asking permission with his eyes. His face was boiling, his hair disheveled, his tattoo tense. I gave it to him with a barely perceptible smile and a whisper that was barely a breath.
Trembling and breathless, he ran his hand over my entire body. He touched my chest, my breasts, my abdomen, my thighs. In return, I spread my legs, without thinking, straightening my back. I was wearing my Kyoto summer uniform, a miniskirt that reached above the knee, no pantyhose. Soon after, his delicate hand was pushing my panties aside. He kissed me again, this time more passionately than before, while with his other hand he slid his pants down to the gravel. Our hands intertwined. The clothes fell off one by one, slowly, as if time belonged to us. He moved closer, his arms around me, I felt him rubbing against my privates parts. He was hard, big. I leaned my head back, his mouth covering my neck with kisses, then my breasts, while with one hand he tried to remove the rest.
I felt it, hot... I wanted it. I wanted it at all costs. I spread my legs wider, to welcome him gently. He was shaking profusely, almost as if he didn't want to show his most vulnerable side, since he kept his eyes closed most of the time. He joined me, and he did it with a slowness that spoke of love, not just desire.
There were no words.
Just breaths.
Rapid.
Just us.
I began to moan, to enjoy it. I felt him huge inside me, hot, and each thrust made me jump, going deeper and deeper. He rested his head on my chest, almost hiding, and I could feel his breathing becoming more intense, deeper.
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I heard him whisper very softly, for the first time, different words... sweet... my eyes widened.
Suddenly, he increased the intensity, placing his hands on my breasts. It wasn't an impatient, rough gesture, but slow, almost sacred. His fingers grazed my skin as if learning every curve, every hidden pulse. My legs began to tremble on their own...
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He opened his eyes, and smiled. He probably wanted to see my face as I exploded with pleasure, but he couldn't help it. He started up a strong rhythm again, much more intense than before. His breathing became shallow, as if caught in a gasp, his chest dancing. Finally, the moment came when I trembled more than ever, my eyes filled with pleasure, searching for his. I felt him come hard, two or three more intense thrusts, then he pulled out.
He didn't end inside me, but on my breasts, a little on my chin, and near the corner of my mouth. He still held me close, breathing heavily, his head resting on my chest, shaking violently.
He remained like that, his face flushed, his eyes full.
He picked up the phone, not even moving away from me.
"If this is love... then I want nothing else..."
My fingers traced his tattoo, tracing the line with a smile still filled with emotion, and I whispered.
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