Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ

Chapter 29

"My younger brothers are dead."

While Mahito was whining and looking for a new piece to replace the one Choso had just broken, I sat up slightly. Geto looked at Choso.

"You can tell?" he asked.

So the students from Jujutsu High had been there to get the finger. And succeeded, too, as it seemed. I wondered if Itadori would be allowed to eat it or if they were going to keep it at the school. The way I knew him, Itadori had already eaten it. Maybe Gojo had given him permission in secret, or maybe he had done it all himself.

Choso was saying something to Geto, and I reminded myself to listen to him. There was no use thinking about Itadori, Kugisaki, Fushiguro, and Gojo. They were my past now. These men here were my present. Mahito was my future. He was all I needed. I smiled as I watched him search for another piece. He was the love of my life. I knew he wasn't capable of returning these feelings, but that didn't stop me. He was everything I had ever wanted.

While Geto and Choso speculated on what had happened to his brothers, I yawned widely. Another day had gone by. It had been an eventful day, too. I had had to justify myself to Geto, fought six people, had an earth-shattering orgasm, and finished half my manga while they had been playing the game.

Mahito was always attentive. He looked at me with a smile so fond that I would have thought it impossible for a curse. He cocked his head to the side. "Are you tired, dear?"

Ignoring the flutter in my stomach, I nodded. I wasn't just tired. I was exhausted. Spent. There was almoat no energy left in me.

Mahito turned to the other two and asked, "Are we done here?"

When Geto nodded, dismissing him, Mahito got up from his chair and held out his hand for me. I took it and gladly followed him. I realized that I would follow him anywhere. Now, it was only back into the large room where I had first met him. There was a hammock hanging high above the ground. I had to tilt my head back a little to look up at it, and I wondered how I was going to get up there.

My unspoken question was answered when I felt Mahito's hands on my hips. He lifted me off my feet as effortlessly as always, only this time, I was lifted way higher than before. As I turned my head to look what he was doing, I saw that he stretched out his arms so far until he could set me down in the hammock. I couldn't stop the giggle from escaping my lips. The sensation of being so high above the ground just felt amazing.

Mahito joined me by holding on to the hammock and then pulling himself up while reducing the length of his arms back to normal. Once he sat next to me, his eyes were shining again, and he laughed.

"You have a spirit about you that I find fascinating," Mahito said.

I grinned. "Gojo once told me that I had a spirit about me, but I don't think he meant it in a positive way like you do."

Mahito chuckled. He lay down, and I did the same, feeling a bit unsafe in the wobbly hammock so far off the ground. But when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest, my worries melted away. We were lying on our sides so we could look at each other. He was playing with my hair behind my back while I had my hand beneath his shirt and softly traced his stitches with my fingers.

"I would burn the world for you," my curse whispered. "I will destroy everyone who so much as touches you."

I couldn't help my smile, my eyes closed. "You already have."

He didn't answer, and I didn't need him to. I knew the way he was looking at me. Underneath his shirt, I put my arm around him, too, and slid even closer against him until I could smell him. He smelled like heaven. I don't know what other people might have smelled in him. Death, maybe. I smelled heaven.