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Toge knew you like the back of his hand.
The way you twirled your hair around your slender forefinger whenever you spoke to someone. The way your moist tongue glided over your plump lips before your canine sank into your bottom lip whenever you were deep in thought. The way your round hips swayed whenever you walked.
'Obsessed' was too mild a word to encapsulate what he felt toward you.
It had started as an innocent infatuation. He'd thought you'd been blessed by Aphrodite herself, given how effortlessly you managed to take his breath away even from afar. He couldn't help but steal glances at you, desperate to admire your beauty, even for a split second.
Unbeknownst to him, you'd slowly occupied every crevice of his mind.
Before he knew it, the chains of his conscience were the last restraint keeping him from acting on his primal instinct to claim you.
He yearned to talk to you, but you were almost always surrounded by the other first-years. On the rare occasions when he managed to have you to himself, your one-sided conversations were limited to yes-or-no questions since you couldn't really understand his onigiri talk. Not that it mattered to him. He'd rather listen to your angelic voice than waste time speaking himself.
"It's supposed to be just a bunch of low-level curses." You gaped in horror at the amalgamation of tiny, fish-like curses swirling together into a massive sphere. "But that's way too much!"
You glanced at Toge for support, only to find him casually walking toward the growing mass. Before you could stop him, he tugged his collar down, exposing the cursed seal around his mouth.
"Explode!"
The curses combusted from within, erupting into flames.
The plume of smoke and the shrieks of the curses caused by a single word sent a frisson down your spine, leaving you staring at the aftermath of his technique in stunned silence.
"Tsuna mayo." His voice snapped you out of your trance. Toge scanned you for injuries with a weary gaze as he pulled his collar back up, and you gave him a soft smile to reassure him that you were all right.
As you walked back toward the veil, the sheer strength of his cursed technique finally dawned on you. You had known what he was capable of, but witnessing it firsthand was an entirely unique experience.
He could bend others to his will with nothing more than a word, and that realisation caused a chilling reverence to settle in your heart.
"Inumaki-senpai, is your throat okay?" You turned toward him, gesturing toward his neck.
"Shake." He muttered the answer unconvincingly.
You knew he didn't want to make you worry about him, and somehow, that made you respect him even more.
"Do you have your throat medicine?" you asked, waving to Ijichi before slipping into the car.
"Okaka." Toge shook his head as he sat beside you. You nodded, already deciding to stop by the pharmacy to get him his medicine as a small thank-you for protecting you during the mission.
"Inumaki-senpai!" You called out breathlessly, chasing the white-haired man from behind.
You'd secretly asked Ijichi to rush you to the nearest pharmacy, and you'd managed to snag the cough medicine just before they closed.
Toge turned, slightly surprised to hear you calling his name.
He watched as you approached, hands braced against your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes lit up when you looked at him, almost as though you were stealing the last rays of the setting sun behind him. Your lips were slightly parted as you panted, your face flushed from running whilst sweat trickled down your neck. Toge buried his face deeper into his collar to hide the faint blush tainting his cheeks. He couldn't let his lewd thoughts of you wander when you were standing right in front of him.
"I got you your throat medicine so you can recover faster!" You nervously handed him the bag with both hands. "And... to thank you for protecting me." You looked away shyly.
Toge's eyes widened. He never thought you'd go out of your way to get his medicine. His heart fluttered uncontrollably, deeply moved by your thoughtful gesture. He gently took the bag from your hands, his eyes softening as he nodded in gratitude. Before he could even take out his phone, however, your friend whisked you away.
Toge was left standing alone in the darkness, the last silver of sunlight trailing after you.
Toge knew he had to seize the opportunity to thank you properly before too much time passed and approaching you became awkward.
That's why he found himself standing outside your dorm, reassuring himself that this was simply the only reasonable excuse he'd have to get your number. He steadied his nerves and knocked.
"Nobara, I swear, if you're here to steal another one of my clo—" You swung the door open, only to be met with a pair of light purple eyes instead of the familiar brown ones.
Toge's damp white hair fell messily over his forehead as his eyes widened when he realised what you were wearing. Your face immediately turned bright crimson.
You slammed the door shut with enough force to make Toge jolt at the deafening crack.
From the other side, he could hear you clumsily knocking into things as you rummaged through your room for something to cover yourself with. He couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He tried to shake the image from his mind—the sight of you dressed in a loose cotton top, braless, and a pair of Hello Kitty sweats—but to no avail.
You finally opened the door again, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your jacket, which was zipped all the way up.
"Inumaki-senpai! Hi! Uh... what brings you here?" You nervously scratched the back of your neck, internally cringing at how stupid you must have looked.
Toge knew he was staring.
He couldn't help it.
Not when you looked so captivating standing there in your pyjamas, your face flushed with embarrassment, your hair slightly dishevelled from rushing around your room. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you waited for him to answer.
He knew you were becoming increasingly nervous because he hadn't said a single word. But he couldn't tear his eyes away; he didn't know how to save himself from your hypnotic beauty. His heart started pounding with a panicked intensity as the silence became painfully awkward.
"Sleep."
His eyes widened with unadulterated panic at the word that had unconsciously slipped from his mouth.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Then your body slackened.
Your head lolled forward, and your eyelids fluttered as your consciousness slipped away. Toge lunged forward just in time to catch you before you could hit the floor.
He stared down at you in stunned silence, his arms tightening instinctively around your limp body.
Carefully, almost reverently, he carried you up bridal style to your bed and lowered you onto the mattress, adjusting your pillow beneath your head before pulling the blanket over you. He lingered by your side longer than he should've, gazing longingly at your peaceful expression...
Your lips parted slightly, letting out soft, barely audible breaths, compelling him to tenderly drag the pad of his thumb along your supple lips as he imagined what it would feel like against his. He wanted to explore every single inch of your body. He wanted to memorise every little detail about you—the scent of your shampoo, the warmth of your skin, the softness of your lips. More than anything, he wanted you to be his.
But he knew he shouldn't do anything more; he had already used his technique on you, something he had sworn never to do to the people he cared about. Guilt gnawed at his heart for having such obscene thoughts of you while you lay incapacitated in your bed. Still, he remained by your side a little longer, trying to commit the sight of you to memory, even as his conscience urged him to leave.
Consumed by a sudden wave of affection and adoration, Toge leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before finally forcing himself to leave your room.
You had been training tirelessly with your classmates, fanning yourself with your hand as you rested on the steps of the training grounds when a familiar white-haired man snapped you out of your tired daze.
"Konbu," Toge greeted you as he lowered himself beside you. You beamed at him, happy to see your favourite senior, completely unaware that the events of the previous night had been wiped from your memory.
"Mornin', Inumaki-senpai!"
He handed you his phone, gesturing for you to add your contact. You dutifully complied, adding a cute "<3" beside your name before handing the phone back to him with a sheepish grin.
Toge chuckled softly when he saw the contact name.
A moment later, your phone pinged with a notification.
toge: *insert thank you meme*
toge: 💊😷😊🙏
You giggled at the meme he sent.
"Inumaki-senpai, there's no need to thank me. It's the least I could do!"
You couldn't help but feel a little warm at the gesture. He had gone out of his way to find you just to thank you for something so small.
Toge shook his head as your phone pinged once more.
toge: 🙂↔️😠
toge: 😊🙇♂️🫵👼
You burst into laughter at the emojis, and Toge wished he could play the sound on repeat. Seeing your reaction to his messages left him with a warm, fuzzy feeling as he watched you eventually return to your training.
In the comfort of his room, with no one around to judge him, Toge could finally release the pent-up desire he had been suppressing for you. He knew pleasuring himself with thoughts of you was utterly vile for him to do when you admired him as your senior, protector, and friend. Yet you remained completely oblivious to the predatory gaze he kept so well hidden from everyone, especially you.
The most obscene squelches reverberated throughout his room as he quickened his pace, fist gripping tighter on his hard member. The veins trailing along his length threatened to burst from his grip; his tip swelled like a cherry, slit leaking pre-cum.
His breathing was ragged and shallow as he squeezed his eyes shut, imagining your supple, candied-apple lips sucking him instead of his fist. His abs tensed as he neared his climax, biting his lips to muffle his moans, refusing to add to the already lewd noises echoing in his room. Hot, white liquid shot out of his swollen tip, coating his lower body with strings of come. He groaned as post-nut clarity hit, disgusted at himself for giving in to his lust. But even as he tried his best to satisfy his pullulating desire for you, he knew his hands wouldn't be enough to satiate his hunger; his greed was sickening.
As he cleaned himself up, lust wrestled with his conscience. Knowing curiosity killed the cat, entering your room meant violating your autonomy; he thought his morals were solid until you revealed the hairline cracks in them. He just needed to feel the softness of your skin, to breathe in the scent of your shampoo, to steal a single taste of you. That was all. He deluded himself into thinking that as long as you didn't know, nothing had happened—and so, satisfaction brought it back.
Your white door stood in stark contrast to the dimly lit corridor, the light reflecting off its surface as if it were pushing him away from going past the point of no return. The physical barrier in front of him was the final crucible of his virtue, and he shattered it the moment his hand reached for the handle. He scoffed internally when he realised it was unlocked, as if you had planned to invite him in. He carefully shut and locked the door before making his way toward your resting silhouette.
"Sleep".
He whispered in your ear, observing your body go limp as you fell into a coma. He nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were his air. Then, he tenderly brought his lips to yours, giving you a delicate peck before he climbed into your bed and gingerly tugged down your shorts and panties, low enough to bare yourself vulnerable to him.
He sucked in a breath, utterly mesmerised by your luscious folds as he spread them open before taking a long, slow lick, savouring your taste. His tongue flicked at the bud, watching in delight as your body shivered in response. He continued his kitty licks as his hand explored every inch of your body. He slipped his hands under your shirt, fingers gently caressing your nipples as his palms kneaded the soft fat. Your body involuntarily produced the sweet nectar of your arousal from his incessant stimulation.
Sensing your wetness, he deliberately flattened his tongue, maximising contact on your labia as he became an edacious devourer of you. His slender finger glided through your succulent lips before pushing it into you. He hissed at the tightness as you clenched around his fingers in reflex. Pulling out his finger, he marvelled at how slickly you coated his digit; the thought of his dick replacing his finger caused a tight bulge in his pants.
He continued pumping, adding a second digit and curling his fingers upwards, finding your sweet spot. Your body naturally quivered when he rubbed on the soft flesh. A grin spread across his face as he felt you fluttering around his fingers, realising you were nearing your climax. He kept his pace as you came, riding out your orgasm as you shook in his hold. Finally withdrawing his fingers, he sucked the milky cream off them, relishing your taste.
He swiftly cleaned and tidied you up before placing a soft kiss on your forehead and murmuring, "Forget," as another precaution. He couldn't risk you finding out what he had done to you; you'd never speak to him again, and worst of all, you'd hate him with all your heart, and he wouldn't be able to bear it.
Once he ensured everything was back in place, he slipped out of your room, leaving as if he had never entered.
You started waking up feeling groggier than usual, but you shrugged it off, assuming you simply hadn't been sleeping well. You noticed slight bruises around your body, cursing yourself for being so clumsy and bumping into things.
Even though your day had gotten off to a rough start, with your whole body aching, you still found yourself looking forward to messages from your senior.
Just as you were thinking about him, your phone pinged with a notification, causing you to flop onto your stomach as your legs swung giddily behind you.
toge: 🌞👋
y/n <3: morning senpai!
You couldn't deny the crush you'd developed for your senior. It was as though your body naturally gravitated toward him, and a strange sense of déjà vu would linger whenever you were around him.
He felt familiar and safe.
He always listened to your ramblings without ever seeming bored, knew how to comfort you when you were down even without words, and gave you an amount of attention that you had slowly become addicted to.
You didn't realise how much of your own affection was growing alongside his obsession.
As you walked toward the common room where Nobara and Megumi were waiting, Yuji casually hooked his arm around you while scrolling through his phone.
"You're my eyes. Lead me," he giggled mischievously.
You didn't mind the physical contact. You were comfortable with all your friends, and Yuji was naturally touchy with everyone.
What you didn't notice, however, was the pair of purple eyes watching the two of you from across the hall. Toge's expression darkened as his restraint snapped.
He hated that the other guys could be so physically close to you. Only he should have that privilege; he decided then that he had to make you his before they could attempt to whisk you away from him.
He had been restraining the ache to feel you wrapped around him, wanting to save that moment for when you were truly his. He longed to watch your beautiful face twist with intense pleasure, to hear your sweet moans calling his name, and to kiss you deeply as he made love to you. But now, the restraint had shattered—he had no choice but to claim you, to fill you with himself and mark your skin with bruised kisses.
He aligned himself with your slick, waiting heat, prepared by his own touch earlier for this very moment. His pale shaft was painted in a gradient of flushed pink, the swollen tip the darkest hue, pulsing with blood, the slit glistening with pre-cum. He squeezed the bulbous head gently, then slowly pushed inside you. A strained groan escaped his clenched jaw as he settled deep within. He began to rock his hips slowly, fingers digging into your soft curves, holding you tight, biting back his moans as he felt you drawing him deeper.
His pace quickened as your instinctive squeeze told him you were close. His chest heaved with pleasure, each breath escaping in ragged, desperate whispers through clenched teeth. As you unravelled, your inner walls fluttered around him, tipping him over the edge, his warm, viscous release flooding you. He milked every last drop, claiming you, defiling your innocence with possession.
A soft kiss brushed your lips before he reluctantly pulled out, beginning his practised cleanup. As he admired your peaceful, spent expression, he silently apologised for what he was about to do next. He needed you to be his, completely and just as obsessed with him as he was with you.
"Love me."
You woke up with a strange soreness between your thighs, your whole body aching as you sat up. More bruises dotted your legs, and you reminded yourself to be more careful during training—especially around Maki-senpai and her relentless wooden pole.
The morning grogginess had become familiar, making it easier to get back on your feet. It definitely wasn’t the adrenaline of what you were about to do today coursing through your veins that kept you energised.
"Inumaki-senpai!" You called out to your senior, your cheeks burning bright crimson.
You had asked him to meet at the steps of the torii gates, deciding that the secluded location would give you enough privacy. While you were jittery with nerves, Toge couldn't understand why you weren't throwing yourself at him.
He remembered what he had said the previous night, and part of him had expected you to come frantically banging on his door, eager to see him immediately.
Instead, you had simply asked him to meet.
So here he sat, waiting patiently for you to arrive.
You sat beside him, your heart pounding so fiercely it threatened to burst from your chest. You had carefully prepared his favourite tuna mayo onigiri, hoping to slip your confession into the moment as casually as handing him the bag. But now that the moment had finally come, the weight of your feelings made it impossible to keep your composure or pretend to be nonchalant.
You took several deep, slow breaths, doing your best to steady your racing heart while avoiding Toge's concerned gaze.
"Takana?" He tilted his head, brows furrowing as his eyes searched for any visible injuries.
"I— uh, I..."
The words kept getting caught in your throat, making you flush even harder. Finally, you pushed the bag into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut.
"I like you, Inumaki-senpai!"
The confession burst out of you before you could lose your nerve, and you immediately hid behind your hair, bracing yourself for the sting of rejection—like a sharp slap to the face.
Toge froze for a moment, unable to believe what he had just heard. Then, his expression softened.
"Tsuna."
His warm hands gently cupped your face, as though even the slightest force might cause you to crumble beneath his touch. You looked up at him through your lashes, still self-conscious. His eyes held the deep violet of wisteria, full of a love that shifted and stirred like petals dancing in the breeze.
You were momentarily enraptured by his affectionate gaze, unaware that he had tugged down his collar as he leaned closer. You snapped out of your trance as his lashes swept down, curtaining the magnetic pull of his violet orbs.
Before you could even register his touch, his petal-soft lips met yours in a fleeting, gentle kiss, leaving your skin thrumming with the raw, latent energy that had just grazed you.
Seeing your blank, wide-eyed stare, a low, breathy chuckle escaped him. He ducked his head slightly, a faint blush tainting his cheeks as he tugged his collar back to his nose, hiding the playful smirk dancing on his lips.
He knew why his technique hadn't worked.
He already had you wrapped around his finger.