_______

1ST POV
_______

.

.

"Think you can beat Goku?"

"Huh?"

The party came to a close as the guests left, and my clones were all tasked with bringing the little ones home.

Toji and I stood in front of the apartment complex, saying goodbye to our guests, though it was mostly me since, well, Toji. After stealing Jin's son for a big hug and kisses, which the little guy happily returned, the man and his son left. They were the last ones to leave actually since Jin had friends to stay over.

Needless to say, I gave all these kids the same treatment, much to Toji's growing concern, although he refrained from pointing it out unless he wanted me to go on a rant about how I would "die for anything cute." And I would.

"What the hell is that question?" he asked as we strode back inside.

"Oh, nothing," I snickered, "just wondering who would win, even though it's mostly going in Goku's favor on this one."

Toji scowled. "Do you really believe that guy could beat me?"

"He can literally blow planets up with a flick of his hand, though I suppose if it was against his pre-Saiyan arc version, you might stand a chance."

Toji just deadpanned as he opened the door for me to enter. He shook his head wearily, "You and your nonsense." I blew a raspberry in response. "So you really sent the brats back to the clan?" A distasteful expression adorned his features just at the mention of the Zenins.

"Oh~ don't tell me you got attached?" I teased, nudging him, "I mean they're adorable as hell. No wonder even the great Toji gained a soft spot for the kiddies."

"I don't," he scoffed, walking past me to the living room where a clone was idly cleaning up. It looked like it was Fila. She merely glanced at us before returning to her task and humming softly.

"Ah ah ah, don't think I didn't see you patting their heads earlier!" Another clone of mine approached with a dozing off Megumi in her arms and handed him over before poofing out of existence. I kissed the sleepy boy's forehead and started rocking him gently, "I knew you'd get around them eventually." I smiled at him brightly.

Toji rolled his eyes and dropped onto the couch that Fila had just finished cleaning. Of all of my clones, she was the only one who genuinely enjoyed cleaning.

"Whatever," he grunted, not denying nor agreeing. "What was that thing you did to them though?"

"What thing?" I tilted my head to the side as I tried to remember what he was referring to. Then it clicked, "Oh, the blessings!"

"The what."

"Boss blessed the children before sending them off. It is a way for her to ensure their safety once they return to their home." Fila answered coolly.

Toji blinked slowly, processing my clone's sentence before he let out a baffled snort. "Huh? 'blessings?' What, are you a god or something?"

There was a beat or two. Fila and I exchanged looks, but all in all, we remained silent as we gazed back at the man. Me in amusement, my clone in fond exasperation. Toji seemed to realize what he'd said and groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

"Fuck. Forgot you were one. Look, can we just pretend I never said that?"

Fila rolled her eyes as she entered the bathroom. I chuckled softly, not wanting to wake the babe in my arms up.

"Huh-uh,"

He shot me a glare to shut up, which made me struggle not to release the loud guffaw I was keeping inside.

Gumi squirmed a bit and made a small noise before resuming his snores. I kissed his forehead and went to put him in his crib after swapping his clothes for his pajamas. The boy didn't so much as stir as I gently closed the door then whirled to walk back to the living room where Toji was still lounging around. A wave of memories suddenly hit me, indicating Fila's dispelling. Blinking to regain my bearings since it was still a weird experience despite getting used to it for years, I headed towards the couch, grabbing Peggy in the meantime who made a cute noise. Cute for a worm at least.

Toji's eyes fluttered open upon feeling the weight settle next to him and lazily glanced at me with a raised brow. His gaze momentarily shifted to my arms, probably feeling the worm's presence there before his eyes returned to my person. He was about to speak when I scouted closer, effectively cutting him off.

He regarded me with inquisitiveness as I placed the worm on my lap, freeing my hands in the process. I beckoned him to approach. "Come here, sweet cheeks."

Toji quirked a brow, amused, but complied nonetheless. With my hands now cupping his face, thumbs lightly brushing against the scar on his lips, I cleared my throat and regarded him with seriousness, but not so much as to warrant a surprised look from him.

"So, what now?" he pressed, gaze flickering to mine in return, eyes filled with intent, probably holding himself back from acting on his desire until our eyes met again. A warm and fuzzy feeling swelled in my stomach before I too, squashed any urge to pounce and capture his lips. Dammit.

"My present."

"Your present...?"

"Yup, close your eyes." I whispered.

Clueless, he halfway opened his mouth to question what the hell I was up to, but sighed and did as he was told. I brought his face closer then pressed my lips against each of his eyes, causing him to stiffen before relaxing and leaning in a bit. Though, seeing that nothing else happened afterward, his brows knit together.

"That's it?" he scowled, eyes still closed.

I leaned back, smirking, "Yeah, were you expecting something else?"

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes at his bluntness before lightly tapping his head with pursed lips.

"Just open them! Sheesh, you might even get a surprise!" I grabbed Peggy and held her like a cat, waiting for him to realize what I had just done. He shrugged then slowly opened them.

"I have no idea what was the point-," he cut himself off as his gaze shifted to my arms, more specifically the curse chilling there. "What the..." he trailed off, staring intently at the creature.

I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "I know you ain't by no means a sorcerer. Heck, you go by Sorcerer Killer and already know how to deal with these guys, but I was thinking that maybe it might prove useful when Megumi awakens his powers so you don't have a nasty surprise in the future, you know. So you can help him, even though you can't use cursed energy... I mean, well, yeah. Do I talk too much? Yeah, I talk too much... Anyway, happy birthday!" He kept silently staring at Peggy, who at this point looked uncomfortable under his stare. I bit my lips nervously. "B-but you know if it bothers you, I can always undo it and find something else..." I paused as he gently grabbed my hand.

"No. No it's good. Thanks."

My face scrunched up, "You don't look happy about it. You sure?" he shrugged.

"I just don't know how to react, that's all." he rubbed his eyes then blinked again, squinting at Peggy then at me, "I wasn't expecting this out of all things. How did you get me to see her? Something to do with the thing you did to those brats earlier?"

I nodded, "You're not surprised by her appearance?" I asked, baffled by the nonchalance with which he easily accepted the situation. He quirked an eyebrow.

"How do you think I got my hands on her in the first place?" was all he offered as a response.

My mouth formed an 'O' as realization hit me. I asked why he doesn't just wear cursed glasses but he replied with a lazy shrug, saying that it was a bother during fights, which was fair enough I guess. We spoke for a few minutes, with me ridding his scalp of the few confettis still present before I gathered enough confidence to drag him in front of the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" he eyed me strangely.

My cheeks burned as I adamantly refused to break eye contact with him. Clearing my throat, I stuttered, "so hum... I read somewhere that you guys tend to bathe together and sometimes as family." I took a deep breath, "So I was thinking that maybe..." aye fuck it, this is too embarrassing, I'm looking down. "since we're technically a couple, we could share baths from now on...?"

I was fiddling with my shirt then decided to glance up after a while, wondering what kind of expression he had only to freeze when I was met with a pair of man boobs. A very shirtless pair of man boobs might I had.

"Really?" Toji just smirked in response, causing me to pinch the bridge of my nose in exasperation before deciding to enter the bathroom and be done with this shit. Toji followed me with too much excitement for my taste. "Don't get any funny ideas, got it?"

"I make no promises."

"I'm serious," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. He held his hands up in defense, still wearing the same cocky smirk.

I grumbled, knowing he was up to no good. I was about to tell him to turn around when I saw him reach for his pants.

Nope.

I was internally panicking because I didn't fully realize what I had gotten myself into, and now I'm paying for it. Damn.

'This is haram on so many levels, Ya Allah forgive me,' I kept frantically imploring God's forgiveness like a maniac until a sudden realization stopped me from jumping out of the window.

I am no longer alive.

In fact, I died a virgin now that I think about it. Should I be afraid of repercussions that no longer concern me? Given that I have already spent a major part of my life following teachings that, I will not lie, prevented me from doing wild shit back then, so now that I'm technically dead and got my reward in the form of becoming an Isekai protagonist with all the nonsense involved thanks to my first go at life, am I still obliged to follow the same restrictions?

Should I keep my conviction and wait for marriage?

"Well damn, I didn't expect this to take a philosophical turn so suddenly."

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I said. Technically, I was supposed to be free from doing what I wanted. Sex was a normal part of life, though, only encouraged between married couples, not just boyfriends and girlfriends. That's what I believed in, at least. Should I really wait until marriage? Or was I just hiding behind my faith because I was afraid?

...

I am truly conflicted.

I think... I think I love Toji, with all my heart, but am I truly ready to take that risk? What will happen afterwards? This isn't a fairy tale where everything turns into a 'happily ever after', where I can fully let myself go. The Higher-Ups are shady as hell and there's still a risk of me randomly disappearing one day. Am I ready for such a commitment knowing this?

Still...this is the first time in my entire existence that I feel such attachment to a man. And he's an anime character for Allah's sake! Isn't it pathetic not to have known what love felt like when I was alive? Granted, in my defense, I had no interest in dating, mostly due to my upbringing and never finding anyone who piqued my interest.

Sighing, I turned to glance at him mournfully, forgetting where I was for a moment until I saw him casually waiting for me, only wearing a towel around his waist. My breath immediately caught in my throat before I was able to quickly compose myself under his amused gaze.

"You'll stand there all night or will you help me wash my back?" Pressing my lips into a thin line, I grudgingly removed my clothes and wrapped a towel around myself. Nudity was barely an inconvenience when one had the ability to shift into a naked giant at any moment, so it no longer bothered me, and I'd be a hypocrite to say otherwise. As long as it didn't turn sexual, that is. It certainly conflicted with some of my views, but I wasn't powerless here.

Having done some research on Japanese bathing culture beforehand, I still ended up asking him a few things since the internet couldn't be fully trusted and often exaggerated certain aspects of things just for shock value. Questions that were mostly answered with shrugs and responses like "Dunno, I've always done it like that," which was fair enough.

I tried to hide myself from his gaze, but had no control over his eyes. Soon enough, I abandoned the idea altogether. It still felt a bit embarrassing, but at the same time, it was quite gratifying to know that this body of mine was... desirable. After thoroughly rubbing his back, eliciting a few hums of pleasure from him in the process, it was my turn to turn around. As soon as I did, I heard a sharp intake of breath and felt his palm come into contact with the scars on my back. Immediately, I could sense the way he tensed at the touch.

"Where did you get those?"

"Oh, training accidents," he was already aware of my early ODM gear accidents, but hadn't seen the full extent of what those accidents had left me with. Something I could have dealt with back then but decided to leave as it made me look tough! This seemed to reassure him immensely. I turned to him quizzically, "What did you expect?"

A grunt was all he offered as a reply before resuming his task. Shrugging, I waited for him to finish and then yelped when he haphazardly dumped water on me. Afterward, we entered the bath Fila had prepared earlier for us. I did my best not to stare at his nether regions, something he obviously noticed.

"Never seen a dick before? You act like some hapless virgin," he said with a smirk which made me blink.

"I am." This time it was his turn to blink.

"Ha?"

"I've never had sex before," I said while adjusting my pink bath hat, confused. "Is that weird?" He had an astonished look on his face.

"For real?"

"For real." I scowled, "Why?"

"So that's why you always act like a terrified kitten every time I touch you?" He started laughing. My scowl turned into a pout as I lightly splashed him.

"Stop mocking me, you jackass!" I snapped. "So what if I am?"

He snorted, running a hand through his soaked hair as he eyed me jokingly, "I wasn't expecting that to be honest." I frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He simply stared me up and down before smirking. Unconsciously, I shifted to hide my bosom.

"I thought you'd at least have some experience in the field, a boyfriend or two," he leaned forward, causing me to flush and look away. "But I'm glad..."

"O-of what?" damn stuttering!

His lips curled up as he got closer. Our lips were brushing against each other. "I'll be your first," he said.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath then said, "Ji I'll smack you to pluto if you don't calm your tits and back away this instant."

"Come on," He whispered, gently taking hold of my wrist and pulling me closer. My eyes widened in alarm as I felt his other hand press against my thigh. "Don't tell me you don't want to..." His voice trailed off as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "Just seeing you like this turns me on, and I know you're aware of it." He purred into my ear, causing me to bite back a moan. "See? What's stopping us from doing it right now?" He continued, his voice husky with desire. "We're already naked, so why not just go for it?"

"All right, listen here, you devious creature," I gripped his face, puckering his mouth as I rose to tower over him. He blinked in surprise. "I'm already breaking a bunch of rules by simply being naked around you. So you better calm the fuck down before I choke-slam you into the Earth's core." I narrowed my eyes. "Look at me when I'm threatening you!"

"It's kind of hard with arguments like these shoved in my face," he said, staring shamelessly.

I clicked my tongue and shoved him away, returning to my previous spot as he chuckled. Thankfully, the bathtub was large enough. "Whatever," I huffed, masking my panic with annoyance. That was close.

"So, why don't you want to?" he asked as he leaned back and rested his chin on his hand. I sighed.

"You already know why," I began, "and I just don't think I'm ready for such a thing. It's just too fast; we just got together. Plus, I want my first time to be something really special, you know?" I said wistfully, feeling the heat rising to my face.

He snorted, shaking his head wearily. "You're so naive it hurts to watch." his tone held some derision which caused me to snap my head toward him with narrowed eyes.

"What makes me naive for wanting my first time to be memorable? You know what, who was your first time then, huh?" I challenged.

"A hooker." he responded flatly as if that was the most natural thing to say before scowling as I reached to pat his head, "what?"

"You poor, poor unfortunate soul," I said solemnly. He rolled his eyes, brushing my hand off with a scoff. "I'm actually scared to learn your body count now," I murmured.

"Those I killed or fucked?" I cringed.

"Yeah, nope, better off not knowing," I quickly shook my head while shuddering despite the hot water. "Just so you know, it's not against you. I'll admit that yes, I'm quite afraid since I have no experience in the matter, still it doesn't make me immune to desire." I admitted, causing him to look me in the eye. I brought my knees to my chest, "And...I guess that some sort of connection should be at play first and foremost before, y'know...I know it must sound dumb, but I just...I just want to do it the right way, preferably after marrying the one I'll let myself be entirely vulnerable to. Cheesy, right?"

"Yeah," he seemed really zoned out all of a sudden, giving offhanded responses as a dazed look settled in his eyes. There was silence for a while, with me fidgeting in agitation. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and hopped out of the tub. He didn't even notice, too deep in thought until I cleared my throat, which caught his attention.

"So hum... you might want to hum..." I clutched the towel around me, looking anywhere but at him, as my heart pounded erratically. "You might want to deal with that little problem of yours." He quirked a brow, causing me to flush and quickly flee out of the bathroom before he could make that crude comment I knew he had in store.

A sudden feeling of guilt took hold of me, knowing that I was the cause of his problem, even though I knew this wasn't the first time it had happened. I mean, freezing upon feeling something suddenly poke your thigh in the middle of cuddling can certainly surprise someone. It was more effing jarring when I stiffly asked if that was what I thought it was, and he only offered a casual nod as a response, all the while staring deeply into my soul. Bastard.

After changing into a new set of clothes consisting of a sweater and sweatpants, I reached for my phone while strutting back into his lounge, wanting to distract myself from the previous events. Plopping on the couch, I stared dumbly at the barrage of missed calls and huffed fondly since I already knew who they were from. Then, I did a double take at the text.

.

.

Hello Colith-chan! I dunno where you live and you haven't been responding, but anyway... Happy New Year! Do you miss me? Don't forget that you owe me a fight! Geto says hi!

.

.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes, checked the time, and then exchanged a glance with Peggy, who was perched atop the bookcase.

'Huh.'

"Hey, Ji," I said with a smile. "This is funny because-" I burst into the bathroom and froze in my tracks. My eyes instinctively traveled downward just as Toji's head turned toward me.

I said nothing, closed the door calmly, and returned to the living room.

Yup, I did this to myself.

__________

Aside from this particular event, the next few weeks were mostly uneventful. Bathing together became a recurring thing, and even Megumi joined, although father and son had been bathing together before I arrived, so that didn't really change anything.

Things went back to normal, which meant Megumi being a little menace ever since he decided one day that walking would be a better means of locomotion and started following me around like a duckling. He wasn't that talkative either, even though he could speak, or more or less repeat words. I didn't do anything to prevent him from repeating curse words, though. I know, very irresponsible, but it was honestly pretty hilarious when he randomly called his dad a 'bitch' out of nowhere.

Speaking of his dad, we started sparring more often after that day, usually twice a week. I think it was a way for him to release stress and the pent-up frustration of not having sex, not that I would know. I never experienced it, even though I was clearly attracted to men. If that's enough for him not to jump on my ass, then well, might as well benefit from it. It's a win-win.

This solution worked well for me too, as I learned more about combat. Toji was a tactical genius and was quick to spot flaws in my stances and correct the mistakes I'd make, mistakes that would have killed any normal person by now. He kind of taught me martial arts, even though I had some of the basics down thanks to my three years spent in the military. But that was it. I tended to rely too much on my invulnerability and powers, not really drawing out fights, favoring anticlimactic outcomes, and mostly being done with it. I now understood the thrill of fighting someone, but that didn't turn me into a battle junkie like someone I will not mention. Decades of watching anime taught me that cockiness often results in crushing defeats. Pretty sure Guts, or hell, Kratos, would have found a way to permanently smoke me if I had the misfortune to end up there.

Gojo finally dragged me into a spar. I was expecting Geto to be gone by now. I had yet to hear about his murder spree and desertion, but seeing him with Satoru was...well, nice I guess? My frequent visits to Jujutsu High must've, somehow, changed the course of things, not that this world was following canon, to begin with. But anyway, back to that spar! Training with Toji greatly came in handy. The rascal and I started off normally. And by normal I mean classic hand-to-hand to see where the other stood, and boy, for a sixteen year old he was a menace!

However, he couldn't entirely rely on his [Infinity], which pushed him to learn more evasion tactics he hadn't bothered perfecting since he had no need to. A notion his teacher, Yaga, approved of greatly. Then again, before facing Toji and now me, Gojo didn't see any point in perfecting his techniques.

Pretty sure I would have lost if I hadn't trained with Toji, so I was glad for that! We ended up in a tie because it was just straight-up scrapping without any silly abilities, and I didn't want things to escalate too much. He wanted to go all out, of course, and I barely managed to dissuade him, lest Japan turn into a wasteland. He was pretty nonchalant about it until I mentioned that his favorite sweet shop might disappear, and he calmed down real quick. That same day, I asked Geto if he wanted to spar as well, but the kid declined, preferring to watch. His passiveness was quite strange, but I wasn't about to involve myself with whatever butchered plot was occurring right then. When I told Toji about it, he didn't look pleased-which was a given; he loathed the Jujutsu world and wasn't particularly fond of Gojo. That night, he was more clingy than usual.

"Are you jealous?" I said incredulously.

"No."

"Damn, 'Ji, he's just a kid! Relax, man!" I gently patted his arm, chuckling. He grumbled something and pressed me even closer against him.

"You have no idea how attractive you are," he mumbled.

"Oh."

That shut me up quickly.

__________