Furtive Ignominy (COMPLETED)

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Satoru was gripping the steering wheel of his car tightly to the point that the veins in his knuckles popped up. He wanted to break the rule and speed up even its red light but as a law enforcer, he needed to follow the law so he couldn't do anything but bite his lower lip as he waited for 30 seconds to pass which felt like eternity to him.

When the light turned green he aggressively kicked the gas pedal which made his tire screech as he tracked the place where the GPS of Y/n's phone was located. "You better not touch her, Nanami. I swear I'll..." he growled repeatedly in his head.

He stopped at the curb in front of a love hotel where a traffic enforcer saw him, "Hey, hey, sir, you can't park ther—"

He was cut off when Gojo pulled his badge and showed it; almost shoving it on the police's face without batting an eye on his way. "S-Sorry, sir."

Satoru was usually kind to his colleagues and treated them with the same respect he wanted to receive as well, but with this kind of situation, his demeanor slightly changed.

He walked past the police straight to the love hotel's reception desk. He smiled at the lady at the desk while hiding his emotionless eyes behind his glasses. "Excuse me, have you perhaps seen a blond man with a woman with him?"

The lady gave the question a thorough thought before replying, "Yes, sir. There's a blond man with a blond woman with him."

"Blond woman?" he asked with a creased brow, asking himself if he was with a different woman. But he was sure that the GPS from Y/n's phone was saying otherwise.

"Yes, around this height..." the lady then motioned her hand up to where Y/n's height might be in her perception.

"Ah, yes. May I ask where's their room?" he asked with a smile on his lips not because he was happy but he was just trying to hold back his blood lust.

"I apologized, sir. I can't give you that information. We are protecting the privacy and safety of our customers." The lady modestly bowed her head. "Perhaps after they're done with their rest then you may take the information from them."

Satoru's jaw gritted when he was denied of what he wanted and his teeth grind yet he forced himself not to lash out. So, he pulled his wallet and opened it, pulling a few paper bills and said, "Here, this isn't much but please accept it..."

"S-Sir, I can't accept that." The lady at the desk pushed his hand back. "That's against our policy."

"No one has to know, baby girl," he grinned at her while peeking from above his glasses with a sly smirk and a wink. "It's just between you and me."

"I..." the lady's face was flushed as her knees trembled underneath her. "I'm r-really sorry, sir... I'm just new here and I can't do this," she muttered with a timid voice.

Satoru let out a defeated sigh and put his money back, "I'm sorry it has to end up this way. I don't really want a commotion but you gave me no choice."

"W-What are you talking about, sir?" the woman's shoulder stiffened. "Did I do something wrong?"

Satoru once again pulled his badge and showed it to her. "TPD, where's the room of that blond man?" He said in one breath with a voice that was dangerous and there was no hint of friendliness in his aura.

The lass's breath hitched up and almost squealed from his ministration, "Y-Yes sir! Room 12, it's on the second floor, right wing."

"Thank you," he then dashed away, leaving the woman in trance.

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He was jogging through the corridor while finding the room number he was looking for. And when he finally found it, he didn't hesitate to kick it open. Revealing a single bed with topless Nanami seated on the edge with unzip trousers, and behind him was a bundle of blanket with locks of h/c hair sprawled beneath it.