"We need to keep moving, then," Geto's voice said, waking me up.
I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. I was still in Mahito's lap, and his fingers were running through my hair again. I was cold, but I had to pull myself together and not shiver, or they would know that I was awake. But I knew that I shouldn't listen to them like that. I wanted them to want to tell me what they were doing, so I pretended to wake up.
As I rolled to my back, I could feel that I was wearing my panties again. Had Mahito put them on after I had fallen asleep? I opened my eyes to find him already looking down at me. He was grinning. I couldn't help but grin right back.
"Hey," I said, then turned my head to look at Geto, ready to pretend to be surprised that he was there.
What turned my fake surprise into real surprise was an unfamiliar person next to Geto. I frowned at him, then looked back at Geto. I was also surprised to find him looking at me with a rather pleasant look. Or at least not like I was an unwanted intruder, robbing Mahito of his essence.
"This is Choso," Geto said when he saw my questioning look.
I sat up, pulling Mahito's shirt lower to cover myself more. "Hi," I said stupidly.
Choso looked good, too. Seriously, what was in the water here? I looked at him for a moment, taking him in. He had a dark look about him, as if he hadn't slept... ever. He had this line across the bridge of his nose, and I made a mental note to ask Mahito about it later. I turned to look at him, then. He still wasn't wearing a shirt. Of course, I was wearing his, and he probably hadn't moved since I had fallen asleep. And he was grinning at me. He looked so boyish again; it was almost hard for me to imagine him being the same man that had undressed and fucked me right on this couch.
"This is Mahito's..." Geto stopped himself because he had no idea how to introduce me.
"(Y/n)," I said, taking the introduction upon myself.
Choso inclined his head a little. He didn't smile. He didn't talk. He was very calm, not moving much. He was the exact opposite of Mahito, who jumped up the second I was off his lap. He danced across the room, laughing, and pulled out another shirt. He put it on while walking back to us.
"Geto doesn't like it when I'm without my clothes too much," he laughed when he put his head through the hole of his shirt.
It was identical to the one I was wearing, and it made me wonder how many of those he possessed. He looked far better in it than I was sure I was, though. Of course. Mahito could wear anything and would look better in it than anyone. I thought Gojo was one of those people, too. I remembered him wearing Kugisaki's skirt, and I'm not going to lie, he had looked good.
"Can we continue this conversation now?" Geto asked Mahito, who hadn't been able to pull his eyes away from mine.
"I'll leave you to it," I said and made to get up, but Mahito held my wrist.
Secretly, I was really excited that he wanted me to stay and hear what they were planning, but I wouldn't let it show. But then I saw Geto's look. He didn't look friendly anymore. He was looking at Mahito like he was making a big mistake in having me listen. I sat back down, and Mahito wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body.
"Mahito-" Geto started, but something in Mahito's face stopped him from finishing his sentence. "Alright."
I turned my head to look at the curse next to me, but when he noticed me, he grinned at me like nothing was wrong. I forced a smile back, but something felt off. Geto cleared his throat and got my attention. When I looked at him, he was already talking to Choso.
"Your brothers will go to Yasohachi Bridge. I think it's best that they go together," Geto said.
Choso nodded silently. He looked as if they had already discussed this, and they were only going over the plan again.
"They will bring the finger to us," Mahito said.
I straightened up. Finger? Sukuna's finger? So that was why they sent the brothers together. In case anyone from Jujutsu High showed up. Geto shook his head almost unnoticeable. But I noticed. He disapproved of this. He didn't want Mahito to tell me. He thought I couldn't handle having my former classmates in danger.
But I nodded. Okay. This was fine. I could tell that Mahito was closely watching me. So was Geto. Choso probably had no idea what was going on. Surprisingly, I was really actually kind of fine with this. I knew that if Itadori, Kugisaki, and Fushiguro would come into the cross hairs, they could hold their ground, so I wasn't worried about them. Maybe a little, but not so much that I couldn't hide it. I put on a smile when I looked up at Mahito. His own smile followed after a second or two.
"Well, then they better bring it to us, huh?" I said with a grin.
Mahito's grin widened. He looked at Geto like he wanted to say, "See? She's fine." And Geto looked at Mahito like he wanted to say, "You are an idiot." Mahito wasn't an idiot, though. I was glad that I was let in on the plan. I didn't know who Choso's brothers were, but if Mahito and Geto were trusting them with this mission, then they had to be quite capable.
"We should get you something to do as well," Mahito suggested with a wide grin.
His eyes were sparkling again. How could I ever refuse him anything? I nodded, immediately cheered up. "Anything," I replied. "I would do anything."
He took my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my head to look up at him. Then he leaned down and spread my lips with his tongue. My stomach fluttered as his tongue entered my mouth first, and then our lips connected. I closed my eyes for only a moment before Mahito pulled away again. I cleared my throat and looked at the other two. Choso was watching us with a bored expression. Geto rolled his eyes, not noticing that I was looking at him.
"You're coming with me," he then said, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise.
I looked back at Mahito with questioning eyes, but he was smiling and nodded. "Okay," I said to Geto.
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Teen FictionI joined Jujutsu High after a curse killed my parents. I wanted to find out who did it, but on my way there, I was determined to become a better person than I used to be. But there came a point when I had to decide what is more important: the person...