4 Months Later - December

"Sheesh, Ayane! You took that bad boy out like it was a warm up!"

"I've got a headache, dude. Chill."

"How dare you call your teacher 'dude' like some sort of hooligan!"

Finishing up a mission and hearing Gojo Satoru's voice was always nerve wracking. It meant he was going to drop bombshell information on you, good or bad, whilst you were in a vulnerable state. Gojo had been away somewhere since the incident, researching apparently. He'd make his star guest appearances every now and then, but since everything happened, things were semi normal.

"What do you want?"

"You've been so cold with me lately, Ayane! Surely you aren't still mad," he pleaded, prodding my side.

I swatted his hand away and continued walking, sheathing my kunai back onto my hip holster, letting my wings die down, "Hmm, let me see. You baited me out without telling me and then ignored me when I called you out on it. Ever since, you've been sickeningly sweet to me, trying to bribe me with candies and what not instead of actually addressing it when I have the pleasure of your company. I'm a little mad."

"But! Your noble sacrifice was not in vein!" he shouted, way too loud for my pounding head, "For it made strides in letting us get to know a little more about the inflicted!"

"You totally contradicted yourself there."

"Well, well, it has been known to happen from time to time."

We continued walking out of the closed down high school that I had been exorcising curses in. Curse activity was normal again, no strange happenings of humanoid curses, or inflicted as we referred to them now in the Jujutsu world. After absolutely decimating the being who kidnapped me, Gojo seemed to ease up on all the security and whatnot.

"Spit it out, Gojo. I know you're not here to regale our previous discrepancies."

"You'd be right," he smiled, bopping me on the nose, infuriating me as well as he could, "I've got something a little more exciting to talk about."

I stared at him blankly for him to continue.

"As you know, it's not easy to get a sorcerer rank when you're so new to the game like you are, Ayane. But, your fantastic, show-stopping, good looking, earnest and modest teacher has finally managed to recommend you for the title of..." he said in a sing-song voice, drumming his fingers on his chest, "Grade one sorcerer!"

Yipee.

"Wow, cool. Now I can embark on even more life-threatening side quests."

"That's the spirit!"

Trudging towards Ijichi's car, I couldn't stop myself now that Gojo was actually here instead of avoiding me like he had been aside from the super quick sickeningly-sweet appearances for the past few months. "I would've let you, you know?"

His typical smile was still plastered on his face, no conveying of any type of emotion, "Hmm?"

"I would've let you use me as bait. You just had to ask. Springing that on me was fucked up."

He sighed, opening the car door for me as I looked up at him, "That's the problem. You're too trusting. Plus, Gojo Satoru isn't exactly known for his positive moral compass."

I scoffed as he opened the door wider and brought up my arm to stop him from ushering me in.

"So that's it, then? You're going to stand there and essentially make it my own issue because I'm 'too trusting'? Which, by the way, I am not...but I did trust you."

I couldn't bear to look at his stupid face any longer. Huffing, I sat in the backseat and rolled the window all the way down, wishing I could stick my head out like a dog to be as far away from that idiot as possible.

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The ride back home mostly consisted of Gojo annoying Ijichi so much that the man must've sprouted a few more grays. I basically sprinted out of the car when we arrived back at the school, making a beeline for the kitchen to find Yuuji, Maki and Nobara sat around the tables and picking at food.

"Yo, Ayane," Yuuji smiled, "How'd your mission go?"

"Not bad for my second solo one," I smiled, "What have you guys been up to?"

"Well, we were trying to plan something for Megumi's birthday, but..." Maki started.

"He came in and told us we shouldn't do anything because Christmas is in few days, so we could all celebrate then," Nobara finished.

"Oh," I said, feeling slightly guilty that I hadn't even asked him if he wanted to do anything, "I
mean it makes sense. He doesn't seem like the type that would like a big event all about him."

The girls nodded in affirmation but Yuuji had a quizzical look on his face, staring at the ground.

"Why are you speaking about him like you don't know him?" Yuuji scoffed, looking up into my eyes, "Aren't you two like, banging?"

The incredulous look he donned on his face was puzzling me. Why would he say something like that so blatantly? It was awkward. Sure, if Maki or Nobara said it, I would've taken it as a joke but he had the strongest sense of malice behind his words.

Nobara slapped him on the head for me, "Don't be a dick."

He rubbed the sore spot and got up, grabbing his phone, "What did I do? Let me know if he wants to do anything," he said as he walked out the room.

I stared at his back in confusion, "What's with him? He seems irritated...and also, me and Megumi aren't 'banging'."

"He's jealous," Maki stated plainly, "We all knew this was coming."

"We?" I questioned. My head was still scrambled from Yuuji's rude departure. Why the fuck would he be jealous?

"Us two, and maybe Inumaki slightly," Nobara said matter of factly, "Anyways, that being said, why hasn't he made you his girlfriend yet?"

I blushed a deep crimson red, opting to table the Yuuji drama for later, "I guess we've both just been caught up in missions and school lately..."

"Buuuuuullshit," Maki drew out, "Megumi's a nice guy but he lacks conviction. And you are inexperienced. You need to be straight with him, tell him what you guys are."

"No. Just, no," Nobara said back, almost too quickly, "You need to act demure and innocent, enchanting him with your phoenix prowess and then strike."

"You want me to strike him?" I asked incredulously, "Plus, I'm pretty sure you are the one who warned me about 'what are we?' conversations before, Maki!"

"You're ridiculous," Maki laughed.

"You two are seriously not on my level," Nobara huffed and moved away from the kitchen island, "What exactly do you want to do for his birthday anyways, Ayane?"

"Well...I kinda figured he didn't want anything crazy so I was gonna bake him a cake tonight and have snacks and a movie or something with him."

"Ooh, I like that idea. Just you two? Super intimate?" Nobara grinned, coming up behind me and playing with my hair.

"Why would that be intimate? We watch movies all the time...and wouldn't it be weird to just be alone when I gave a full ass cake to him? I was gonna ask you guys to tag along," I asked.

"You absolutely can't have a cake session alone, you've read Chainsaw Man, Nobara. You know what happens if you show up at someone's door with a birthday cake."

"True," Nobara nodded.

"Well, I for one have not read it so shut up," I rolled my eyes, standing and heading for my dorm. I heard the girls slightly snickering behind me and I turned around to question what it was now, but Nobara opened her mouth before I even got the chance to ask.

"When you inevitably go to his tonight, make sure you look hot! Wear the top I gave you! The black one!"

I sighed, turning around and pretending I didn't hear them. But she was right, I would be going to Megumi's dorm to ask him if he wanted to do anything. And looking hot wouldn't hurt either.

I took a long shower to wash the mission off of me, using my best scrubs and soaps. It was one of those showers where you just feel fucking good afterwards.

My towel-dried hair was still slightly damp as I attempted to put on the said black top Nobara had gifted me. I didn't realise when she gave me it how much of a pain in my ass it would be, but after fighting with it and sweating a little bit too much for post-shower time, I had it on. It was a lowcut tube top with only one long sleeve arm. I had to admit, it looked a little weird but after I'd done my makeup and styled my hair a bit, it didn't look so bad.

That's when it dawned on me.

Am I seriously getting nightclub level ready just to chap on Megumi's dorm door?

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I put my shoes on and made my way to his room. I hoped he wouldn't find it weird because I did tend to show up in comfy clothes all of the time. But a tiny part of me was hoping that this visit could be different.

I could hear Yuuji's sound-system blaring as per usual but like he always did, Megumi heard my knock and answered pretty much straight away.

"Hey," I smiled up at him, hands held behind my back.

"Oh, hey."

He looked like he'd maybe just woken up from a nap, slight imprints on his cheeks from where he'd rested his face. His spiked hair was a little flatter than usual. It was honestly pretty cute.

"What's up? Can I come in?"

He stifled a cough and nodded, gesturing for me to enter. His papers that he'd been working on were strewn across his desk, messier than he typically kept it.

"You been doing homework?" I asked, plopping myself down on his plush bed.

"Mhm, something like that," he replied, not even looking at me and drumming his pen he was holding against his hand. He still looked kind of confused about his surroundings.

"Are you gonna sit?" I chuckled.

"Wha-oh, yeah."

He sat himself down on his swivel chair. He never sat on the swivel chair when I visited. Always the edge of the bed.

"Is something wrong?" I questioned, genuinely concerned.

"Hm? Why would something be wrong?" he shrugged and turned around to his desk, elbows on the wood, "I may be slightly tired. I fell asleep researching."

"If you didn't have time for visitors you could've just said so, Megumi," I said gently.

I couldn't leave, though. His hand was cemented to my wrist. He was standing now.

"Ah, shit. Don't go. I'm sorry."

I tried to pull my hand away and he let go gently.

"Sorry, you just...look really fucking good. And smell good. Sorry."

I turned around to look at him quizzically and his face was beet red. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you twelve, Fushiguro?!" I cackled, "Is that why you've been weird since I entered this room? Just say I look nice and be done with it."

He was even more red now and took a seat on the edge of the bed, just like usual, "Shut up."

"Aww, you were so scared to compliment me that you nearly made me leave," I continued laughing, "What's with you?!"

"I'm not scared to compliment you dumbass."

"What is it then?"

"I just don't know how to handle it."

My laughter ceased, "Handle...what exactly?"

His gaze shifted from the floor, trailing up my body and eventually to my eyes, "You, Ayane. I don't know how to handle you. How to handle being this close to you. How to be in the same room alone with you when you look like that. When you smell like that...fuck."

My eyes were blown wide, staring at the boy that I didn't even recognise. He stood up, what felt like towering over me and continued to talk.

"I can't handle this fucking gnawing feeling in my throat. This pulse I get," he moved his hand over mine and held it to his heart. He was right, his heart was fucking pounding.

In some movies that I'd seen, there was the idea of an angel and a devil perched on each shoulder. At that current moment, I was in between the two trying to decide my next move.

"Then...what will you do about it?"

Our pupils were connected, irises entangled in some sort of dance that could only be described as sensuality. His aura permeated mine, my soul seized in his.

"You shouldn't say stuff like that, Ayane."

Do I dare?

"Megumi."

"Hm?"

"Do something about it."

The metaphorical line of sense between us snapped as Megumi took my neck and brought me up into the most hedonic, greedy, insatiable kiss I'd ever experienced. His hands ravaged my body, as I maintained a balance with both of my hands pressed upon his chest. It felt like this was it. This was the moment I'd been waiting for for months. Every lingered stare, every unspoken word, every missed touch's energy combined to make this moment real. It felt animalistic, Megumi growled into the kiss as I moaned back in harmony.

"You should take this off," he said between kisses, breaking to lift my top that I'd struggled so hard and long for to get on.

I blushed furiously, but obliged. We continued and I began to unbutton his white collared shirt, raking my hands up and down him, paying close attention to how rock-hard his chest was. Stumbling to the bed, we lay facing each other, my leg hiking over his hips.

"Are you okay with all this?" he asked through baited breath.

There wasn't even a question, "I want you, Megumi."

He got it. I could see in his eyes he got it. So why wouldn't he push further?

We caught ourselves staring at each other again, and I noted how he would sneakily look down to my now uncovered breasts. It may have been weird, but I remembered what Maki said to me in that very moment about how you need to take the lead with Megumi. I didn't believe her at first, because up until this point he'd always been so forward, so obvious. But I could see what she meant, when it came down to it, he needed that reassurance.

I put my hand once again on his rock hard chest, trailing a finger down to the hem of his trousers, watching him squirm under my touch.

"Can I?" I asked, pulling at his buckle

"Yes," he replied without missing a beat, unbuckling himself and pulling his own trousers down so he was left only in his black boxers.

He looked fucking good like this, but it was a little awkward. It was my first time. I didn't really have a clue what I was doing, and I was pretty sure he didn't either.

"We don't have to do all this if it's weird," I said shyly in response to him closing his eyes tightly as I neared his boxers.

He opened his eyes again, finally looking at me earnestly, "It's the least weird thing. I think I'm just weird...I've obviously never..."

"Yeah, me either..." I said looking down, kind of ashamed I'd put myself in this predicament and made things awkward.

That was until Megumi placed his finger under my chin, getting me to look up at him as he lay softly against the pillow, "We can take it slow."

Fuck, that was...hot. I didn't even know what to do with myself except nod and allow him to kiss me again, deeply this time.

He began getting more confident with his hands after I let out a few gasps when he touched me in just the right spots. Soft, slender hands grazing down my sides, hips, up past my stomach and to my breasts. It was like his touch left a trail of electricity in it's wake. With his newfound confidence, his hand pulled further down to my clothed intimate area, hovering over my panties as my skirt was hitched up to my hips.

"You look so fucking pretty, Ayane," he said breathily, I couldn't help but to moan in response. He took this as indication to go further and slipped his hand into my soaked panties.

He grunted as he felt the wetness he'd created, gently moving his middle finger down the slit to spread it, finger coming back up to my clit to rub in small, circular motions. It was one thing to do this to yourself, but to have Megumi do it, it was a whole different ball game.

"Is that okay?" he asked in the most gentle way, I nodded and watched him watch me as he continued. His gaze was transfixed on his hand down my panties, speeding up his movements and leaving me whimpering. My gaze was situated on his ethereal looking face, noting his slightly agape mouth and bringing my hand up to pull him to kiss me. He obliged immediately and the feeling of our mouths moving together in harmony with his hands working their magic was sensational. I couldn't stop moaning, so much so he had to pull away from the kiss. At this point, I wasn't even paying attention to him and only seeking my own release. Somehow though, I don't think he minded.

His fingers circled my clit expertly and brought me to the point of no return, "F-fuck, Megumi, I'm-"

"That's okay, you can let go," he said sweetly, kissing me on the forehead and helping me chase my release. He anticipated my noises and brought his free hand up to my mouth as I came all over his hand, his fingers dripping.

"Holy shit," I remarked as the feeling subsided, "I can't believe that just happened," I giggled, opening my eyes to see Megumi staring at me like a starving animal.

"Didn't know you were going to be so loud," he smirked and I pushed his chest in response.

"Well I suppose that means you don't need anything else from me," I smirked right back and his cheeky grin subsided.

"I wouldn't go saying all that," he responded as he pulled me into another deep kiss. There was still a burning feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wanted more, so I edged in closer, this time taking charge and pulling his boxers down to let him spring free.

He stopped kissing me and looked down at me holding his dick, almost unsure of what to do with himself. Promptly, I began to stroke which made his eyes close almost instantly as he let out a drawled 'fuuuuck'.

"Is this okay?" I smiled, calling back to him earlier which made him grin.

"You already know the answer to that, shit-"

It was so interesting to see Megumi in this position, vulnerable, euphoric, free. He looked damn good too. I began to speed up my pace, bringing my lips to his neck which was on full display and lightly peppering kisses up and down it. He grunted in response and urged me to continue, and who was I to deny him?

My kisses on his neck turned into lightly sucking, sending him into a spiral as he grabbed onto my hips, almost digging his nails in. My pace around his dick got quicker and quicker until -

"Shit, stop, Ayane."

Immediately I took my hands off him and pulled back, "Fuck, did I do something wrong?"

He lay flat on his back, laughing and holding his forearm over his head, "Absolutely not," my panic subsided, "It's just, I didn't want it to end so soon. You're too good with your hands."

I blushed and smiled at the compliment, "You're not so bad yourself."

He scoffed and then pulled himself up to be at level with me, "Do you want to go further than this right now?" I wasn't really debating it in my brain, but I think he took my silence for something that it wasn't, "If this is all we ever do it's totally okay. No pressure."

"I told you I want you, didn't I? Plus what was it that you said that day you kissed me for the first time? I'm yours, right?" I smiled and that was all I had to say before Megumi pulled me back in, kissing me deeply, this time pushing me onto my back and slotting himself above me.

His hips grinded into my still clothed but soaked panties and it was not long before he was pulling them and the rest of my clothes off me. Feeling his length rub against my entrance sent sparks flying and it was then that I felt the animalistic urge. I needed him inside of me.

"Please, Megumi," I said looking up at him, "Don't make me wait any longer."

The look in his eyes was primal, "Tell me to stop if it hurts or anything."

I nodded affirmatively as he guided himself to my entrance, slowly and agonisingly putting himself inside of me, inch by inch.

The feeling wasn't quite pain, but it wasn't blissful pleasure either. It was almost like a burning sensation but not quite.

"You okay?" he asked, clearly trying to hold himself together.

"Mhm," I nodded, more than aware that my face was all screwed up, "I'll get used to it. Just go slow."

I didn't have to tell him twice, he pumped in and out slowly getting me used to his size. It took a few minutes for it to feel entirely comfortable and we were both moaning in each others ears.

"It's so good, Ayane," he whimpered which set me over a bit.

"Yeah, so good," I replied, barely coherent as his thrusts started picking up a bit. It wasn't long before he took one of my legs and lifted it higher so he had access to hit deeper. That's when I felt it.

That feeling.

That feeling that everyone talks about, dreams about, what everyone chases. I was experiencing it in real time with Megumi who was giving me that insatiable feeling.

"Fuck, Megumi, so good..."

I could barely string a sentence together. I couldn't even open my eyes. I was fully splayed out for him, arms above my head, mouth agape and panting, matching his thrusts.

"You're so warm, so tight. Shit-"

We built and built to the moment, I could actively feel him throbbing in me and when he brought his hand down to my clit I was done for. He didn't have a free hand to stop me from crying out when I hit my second climax of the evening, triggering him to hit his own a mere few seconds later. He quickly pulled out and released himself on me but to be honest, I didn't even notice. I just lay there in my elated state in major disbelief at what had just occurred.

A few moments later, Megumi plopped himself beside me on his small mattress. That's when we both burst into a fit of giggles.

"That really just happened," he laughed, "Holy shit."

"It really did."

...

"Can you get me a towel?"

"Shit, sorry, yeah."