❝Monster Dinner❞ || Gojo & Hawks x reader

11

A/N; I'm rushing with this story a bit, but I hope you understand. I wanted to end this because it has been ongoing for a long time.

Next time is their past!

(i.e. chapters that I am satisfied with)

"Cute."

You opened your eyes slightly to see the source of the muffled sound that appeared where you were.
There was no echo here. The sound carried clearly all around. It rose right into your ears and made you think about what that sound was.

"I clearly told you not to breed her."

"I didn't do it. If I had, you would have felt it on her."

This conversation didn't seem pleasant between them. Among the very similar voices was you.
They were probably both standing on opposite sides of your body.
You felt warm. Nice at the moment. The strange comfort was all too suspicious.
You felt an aura of peace. It was as if being by your side clearly told you that you were safe and that you could relax.
Warmth radiated through your body like little rivers. Every inch of your body. And everything seemed to come from one place. The warmth you felt was radiated from a single point on your neck. And you thought this point would hurt for weeks.

"She's sweet, isn't she?"

"Mm?"

"Look at her. So delicate... And she doesn't run away. Isn't that perfect?"

"Satoru you..."

"She's so sweet." A hand stroked your head.

Your eyes were very slightly open, looking at the blurry world before your eyelids. But you didn't see anything.
Maybe you weren't supposed to wake up?

"It's not a coincidence that she's here, right, Keigo?"

"I don't know how you feel about it."

"You mated with her, and now you don't know? That's funny... It's obviously not a coincidence! I wanted her! I had a premonition! She was sweet and vulnerable. It's like adopting a cute pet that you can have forever. She doesn't know anything about us, and she's not running away! She's perfect!"

"You'll wake her up if you're that loud." The blonde growled, glaring at Whitehair. He sits down next to you and lifts your body onto his lap.

"People bring evil." He whispered with a slight smile, watching your slightly open eyes look at him.

"... Satoru..." You murmured sleepily. He could clearly see his eyes shining.

"You won't get close to people. They might hurt you."

You couldn't hear anything else except his voice. As if all the sounds of nature or your breathing had stopped. Keigo, next to him, kept his distance, not saying anything either.
It was like a trance. Satoru's little smile seemed so soothing. But his words said otherwise.
You're human; how can you not approach people? Their world is not adapted for humans.

"You will be in this place forever. All right?"

You've felt this feeling before. Like something was pressing against you. As if you had to fulfill his request.

Savoring the juicy chicken meat, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, you enjoyed the moment. Sitting between Satoru's knees as he ate the wild strawberries you found near the entrance to the cave.
You didn't know that their cooking would be better than your mother's or yours. After all, you expected them to just roast chicken over a fire. However, before doing so, Suguru carefully seasoned and prepared it so that it would be perfect.
Likewise with water.
A glass jug with a decorated handle stood on a tree stump, and inside there was clear water with slices of lemon and what you thought was mint.
Everything grows here. This is the perfect place for most plants. There are fruit trees around. Wild vegetables and fruits also grow without the need for interference. Flavorful but also medicinal herbs. All. This really is Paradise Bay. Everything here is as if it were truly heaven.
You admired me so many times in one day.
You couldn't think of leaving this place.

Keigo gave you his softest feathers that you could use for everything.
Satoru gave you small crystals from the underwater tunnels. All of them have been polished. And they started to shine as it got darker. You made a bracelet out of these two things.
Satoru didn't want there to be anything around your neck because it would bother him. Likewise with the wrists.
To be honest, you found out that your mate likes to bite sometimes...

They gave you a thin string that shimmers in different colors.
And when you were braiding the bracelet that you would wear on your ankle, you found out that it was the hair of a sea dragon.

You learned so much in one day... You learned a lot from them.

The bracelet could not be destroyed.
It's been tied around your leg, and you'll probably never get it off.
The sea dragon that Satoru was talking about is a snake that grows to the length of a boat. Its dorsal fins resemble wings. Its scales are indestructible, so it cannot be killed except from the inside.
This creature's whiskers remain even after death. These are indestructible, eternal threads.
That's why you received it.
He snatched it from one of the snakes just for you.

Giving your mate precious gifts is one of the things that can be done instinctively.

The bracelet was almost imperceptible on your leg. You didn't feel any discomfort, even with the small crystals there.

Your head lay on Keigo's chest, while Satoru lay on top of yours.

For them, the starry sky was not unusual. They've seen this so many times before.
But for you, it was very different.
The sky in the village was beautiful. But there wasn't a single cloud here. What was here was great.
You couldn't get enough.

You were with people you will stay with. Because you need to be here now.

They are the people who will be with you for the rest of your life. You will die, and they will live on.

You know their future is not human.

You don't know what happened in their past.

You want to know who they are. How they were born. What have their childhood and life been like so far?
The sooner you find out, the more time you will have to absorb that they are not really human.

But it doesn't bother you. Every creature kills...

Humans or non-humans. Animals. Everything kills. Even plants. You know that there will be something in what they may say that you won't be able to explain yourself.
But you will have plenty of time to accept it.

Stroking the white hair on your lap, you also rested the side of your face against the blonde's chest. So that somehow they both get their attention to you.
You lay there and lay. You were wondering how to ask them if they could tell you. You were unsure.

You weren't sure if you should really ask about it. But curiosity too often trumps rationality.

"... Can I know more about you? About your past?"