The sky above Kyoto the next day was tense and opaque, the wind carrying the smell of humidity and rain. I walked alongside Toge along the path leading out of the institute, ready for a new, extraordinary mission that Gojo-sensei had entrusted to us only 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.
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He looked at me seriously. Then, suddenly, he typed something on his phone:
"Be careful. If you scream, no one will hear you. Only me."
I looked up, and that sentence connected with what I had done and thought the night before, so in that moment I played with double entendres a little too much. I blushed, trying to cover my face, embarrassed.
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He looked at me, cocking his head to the side in surprise. Then he laughed.
Another message.
"What's going on? Are you okay?"
I nodded, trying to breathe and fan myself with one hand. I became serious again and started walking.
He followed me immediately, soundless but with his face twisted with joy, that way all his own. It was starting to open up, melting like snow in the sun, and I was happy.
We entered.
The warehouse was dark and smelled of rust, mold, and burning incense. The curse awaited us somewhere hidden, but not for long. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the floor beneath my feet heaved, causing me to fall backward. With a quick hop and a handstand, I managed to stand without any particular injury. Toge grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, my body practically glued to his warm, firm chest. I could clearly feel his muscles tensing under my shirt.
He grabbed his phone back:
"Are you okay?" he wrote.
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He stared at me, lowering his gaze for a second. Then he wrote:
"Calm down, your heart is pounding..."
This time, I was the one who didn't know where to look. Or even how to respond.
The fight began without warning. The curse was a swift shadow, splitting like a shattered mirror. Toge and I moved in unison, as if we'd been practicing that dance for months. He covered my blind spots, I covered his. Every now and then our gazes met, quick but intense. It seemed that even in the most chaotic movements, his hands sought mine.
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But the real one hit us from behind. It threw me to the ground, crawling with invisible force. Toge stood before me, still as a mountain. He didn't use words this time. He raised a hand, made a gesture, then turned to me with those eyes full of promise.
The final attack was ours. A well-coordinated strike, my foot in its path, managed to find its core almost instantly, and I struck the curse, which evaporated like burned paper.
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--- Half an hour later.---
Happy and satisfied, we were outside the warehouse, surrounded by nature. We sat on two steps, drinking an iced tea that he had miraculously saved from his backpack. He turned to me, those very white eyelashes of his were much more visible in the sunlight. That day, I sensed something in the air: he seemed...different. More determined, more...open. He wrote:
"Well done, you. You're not only beautiful, but also lethal."
I smiled.
<< Should I take that as a compliment? >>
Toge nodded. Then, with a slow gesture, he approached me... he looked at me. He raised an arm, caressed my cheek with his knuckles, barely touching it. I felt a shiver run up the back of my neck.
<< T-To...ge... >>
There was that strange calm on his face, a little melancholy, a little hungry.
He wrote:
"Come with me. I saw a place earlier... you'll like it. No need for words... you already understand me."
And indeed, yes. I did understand.
---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 searched 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 fervently than before, while with his other hand he slid his pants down to the gravel. Our hands intertwined. The clothes fell off one after the other, slowly, as if time belonged to us. He moved closer, his arms around me, I felt him rubbing against my privates from under his boxers. He was hard, big. I threw 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 big inside me, hot, and every thrust made me jump, reaching deeper and deeper. He rested his head on my chest, almost as if hiding, and I felt 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 resumed his strong rhythm, much more intense than before. His breathing became shallow, as if cut off, 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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