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It was 3AM when you finally dragged your exhausted body to your dorm room.
Ever since Amanai’s death (or as the higher ups called it “the incident with the Star Plasma Vessel), you and your boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru, were being worked to the bone, a new mission popping up seemingly every few hours.
All three of you had been promoted to special grades and the pressure was unreal. Missions that should have been handled by adults with more experience were being handed off to you in view of your “superior abilities”.
You didn’t remember the last time the three of you had even seen each other for longer than 30 minutes. You missed them. Terribly.
Most of the measly time you were together was spent doing mandated training to hone Satoru’s Limitless. To help him step into his role as ‘The Strongest’.
You were tired. So tired.
Not to mention the nightmares plaguing your mind every night. Satoru’s head dismembered from his body, him never having the epiphany that led him to acquire reverse cursed technique. Suguru’s chest cleaved open, him never making it to Shoko. And you, bleeding out from the slash in your stomach before ever making it to any of them.
You’d been waking up in tears streaming down your face for days, the image of the lifeless bodies of your boyfriends seared into your mind like a brand.
Kicking off your shoes, your eyes roved over the room, a habit you’d developed after the man who killed Amanai broke into the Jujutsu High barrier.
Wow, you’d really let it get messy.
Your hands stopped halfway through unbuttoning your uniform jacket as you realised you weren’t in your room. Muscle memory had apparently led you right into Suguru’s dorm room.
His door wasn’t locked? Strange.
He wasn’t in bed? Even stranger. Normally Suguru was very particular about his beauty sleep.
Why was his room a mess?
Panic clutched at your heart, fear digging in its sharp claws, your pulse pounding loudly in your ears. Your legs hurriedly moved of their own accord as you threw back his sheets in the hope that he was there. Not gone. He was still here, right? He had to be.
No.
No?
nononononononononononononono.
“Y/N? What’re you doing here?”
Suguru’s voice dragged you out of your panicked rush of thoughts.
“Oh my god, you’re alive,” you choked out, reaching for him to pull him against you, a physical reassurance to yourself that he was still there. That your nightmares weren’t true.
“I-“ his arms looped around your waist hesitantly, “Of course I am. Are you alright?”
“Mhmm,” you mumbled, nodding against where your face was buried into his bare shoulder.
Wait…
“Why are you naked?” you inquired, eyeing the towel covering his lower body. Why did he look so weak?
Your hands moved to gently cup his face, “Sweetheart, have you been eating? You don’t look okay.”
Suguru flinched at your touch, looking like a deer trapped in headlights and for the first time in the year and a half you had been dating him, you saw Geto Suguru at a loss for words.
He squirmed in place letting your concerned eyes trail over his greasy barely-taken-care-of hair, his red, puffy eyes and his dark circles.
“Sugu…”
Before you could voice any further concern, the door to the room was flying open to reveal an incredibly disheveled Satoru, his cheek dripping with blood.
There was a tense moment where the three of you stared at each other until Satoru came barrelling towards the two of you, engulfing you into his lanky arms.
A light ‘oomph’ escaped Suguru’s mouth as his knees buckled and he face planted right into Satoru’s chest.
“You’ve got blood on you,” you mumbled into Satoru’s uniform. He hummed in acknowledgment, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your head, another one to Suguru’s bare shoulder.
“‘S not mine,” he said simply, offering no further explanation. His hand slipped under your uniform shirt to rub at the small of your back, the other one lazily moving to scratch Suguru’s scalp. “Why’re you naked Sugu?”
Suguru lazily raised his eyes to meet your blue eyed boyfriend’s gaze from where he’d basically melted into his side, “Jus’ took a shower.”
“Yeah? Then why’s your hair all greasy and stinky?”
“No reason,” the raven snapped, his posture stiffening as he moved to pull away from the hug. His tone was sharp. Nothing like you’d ever heard him use with you or Satoru before.
Satoru took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bed before narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend, “C’mon your hair is the love of your life, babe. You never let it get this dirty.”
“I just told you it’s nothing! God!”
Suguru angrily stomped his way to his closet, pulling on a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing his towel to a random corner of the room.
“You never do that either,” you said gently, your voice soft, trying to maintain a level tone.
“Can you two stop? I’m fine! Maybe I’m just tired this late at night!” His hands tore through his hair in frustration, the grease making his hair stick back onto his scalp.
Satoru moved across the room, grabbed Suguru’s jaw and forced his boyfriend to meet his glowing blue eyes.
“Something’s wrong.”
A defeated sigh.
“I told you nothin-“
“Tell me what's wrong.”
“Satoru noth-“
“BULLSHIT!” Satoru roared, making Suguru violently flinch in his hold.
Silence. Deafening silence.
Fearing this was the calm before a much bigger storm, you decided to step in, slipping between them to loosen your white haired boyfriend’s iron grip on his counterpart’s jaw.
“You’re hurting him ‘Toru,” you whispered, keeping your voice low, scared that anything louder might spark further conflict.
Blankly, he nodded, withdrawing his hands from Suguru’s face, gently placing them around your hips instead. You shot him a small smile, reaching up to affectionately scratch his undercut, drawing a pleased sound from him before you turned back to your long haired lover.
You cupped his face, running your knuckles over where red marks the shape of Satoru’s fingers had started forming.
“Talk to us, Sugu. We’re worried about you, baby,” you beseeched. “Please.”
That seemed to break him, his expression crumpling as he let out a shaky breath.
“I just-“ is all he could let out in a choked whisper before he broke down in front of you.
His head dipped down, his chin pressing into his chest, his shoulders shaking from his heaving sobs, his body curling into itself as if he wanted to hide away.
“Suguru,” Satoru mumbled from behind you, concern laced through his voice, his hands reaching to cup his boyfriend’s face, taking care to be gentle after his earlier outburst, his large hands supporting the raven’s face from below, fingers gently swiping at his tears.
Blue eyes flicked down to meet your own worried ones, a silent communication passing between you both as you slipped out from between the two boys and pressed your torso against Suguru’s back, your arms wrapping around his waist in silent comfort.
Meanwhile Satoru had gathered his dark haired lover into his arms, supporting the brunt of his body weight, letting him cry onto his rumpled uniform jacket.
Sandwiched between both of your bodies, Suguru shook violently with sobs, a part of you worried if he could breathe, a sentiment clearly echoed by Satoru. You watched as he tangled one of his hands in your boyfriend’s hair, his fingers moving to lightly scratch at his scalp.
“You need to breathe baby,” he gently reminded Suguru. “C’mon, deep breaths with me, yeah?”
You pulled away from your koala grasp on your boyfriend, instead rubbing his back comfortingly as he gulped down shaky bouts of air through his mouth and nose, tears still streaming down his face.
Frowning, you reached up to wipe his tears off his face, your hand coming away wet as if you had just washed it. Your lower lip wobbled, heart twisting seeing one of the loves of your life in so much distress.
Ever so observant with his keen eyes, Satoru had already loosened one of his arms from around Suguru’s waist and tugged you into the hug.
“Don’t you start,” he mumbled, trying to force his usual playfulness in the jest. He was just as tired as you and Suguru were, taking on mission upon mission, sometimes even forcing the higher ups to give him missions that should’ve been given to either of his partners, not that you knew this. But you knew he was tired and joking, so you said nothing.
The three of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other, your hearts thumping wildly, as Suguru’s sobs died down into soft sniffles, his hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your face before his arms looped around you and Satoru.
“‘M sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse and scratchy, presumably from all the crying.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you replied instantly. “We’ve all been stressed, you don’t have to apologise fo-“
“What's the point?” he interrupted, his tone defeated, “What's the point of us working our asses to the ground to exorcise curses when those- those monkeys are gonna make new ones anyway?”
“Sugu-“
“I’m tired of fighting for people who just create their own problems. Maybe non sorcerers just shouldn’t exist.”
Satoru gaped at him, eyes wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to figure out what to say.
“You don’t mean that,” he finally said lamely.
“Don’t I? Just put yourself in my position, Satoru. Do you know how horrible ingesting curses is? And I do all that, every. Single. Fucking. Day. Only to find some psycho with no cursed energy almost kill me and my partners!”
You pulled away to look him in the eyes, “And that's a good reason to kill all non sorcerers? You’ve always believed in not killing without any meaning. Where’s the meaning in getting rid of a population of innocent people?”
“I wouldn’t call them innocent.”
“What about your parents? They not innocent either?” Satoru jumped in, his tone accusatory.
Suguru hesitated, his eyes flicking between the two of you and the ground, “I… don’t know.”
“You hesitated. That’s your answer.”
“It’s really not.”
“You can’t just kill millions of people just because they’re not like us.”
“…”
“Suguru.”
Satoru looked at you, his eyes swimming with uncertainty and fear at the sudden cult propaganda like stuff your shared boyfriend had started spewing.
You sighed, “You know Suguru, you’re not the only one who saw your partners almost die.”
“What?”
“You said earlier, you saw me and ‘Toru get killed by a non sorcerer. You’re not the only one who did.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw both of you. Almost die I mean. Almost died myself too.”
“Y/n-“
“I’ve been having nightmares, you know? Every night. You both-'' you paused, your breath hitching in your throat, tears prickling your eyes. Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you close to him as if saying, ‘it’s okay, we’re here’.
You took a shuddering breath before continuing, “You both die. Bleed out. And I do too. Before I ever reach you. Before I get to see you for the last time. And I know it's not the time to bring this up but I-“
The rest of your sentence was cut off by the lump in your throat swelling, your eyes welling up with tears.
Suguru’s hands were on your face immediately, wiping off tears before they even fell. Satoru pulled you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to your head.
“Hey,” Suguru whispered against the shell of your ear, his breath skirting across the side of your face, “We’re here, okay? We’re here and we’re alright baby. We gotchu, yeah?”
You nodded, burrowing your face into Satoru’s chest, letting the warmth from both of your boyfriends caging you between them wash over you. They were your anchors, pulling you back to reality when the storm of life got too difficult to bear. They were your home.
“You’re both my home too,” Satoru mumbled sheepishly, almost too quiet for you to hear.
“Did I-“
“You said it out loud.”
“Oh.”
“You’re my home too,” Suguru sighed out letting his head fall onto Satoru’s, his eyebags looking more prominent when he closed his eyes to take a deep breath.
Satoru shifted slightly, “Let’s get into bed hmm? You both look like you need some serious sleep. And honestly? Same.”
The weight of the exhaustion of the past few days suddenly hit you like a truck, your limbs going weak and heavy between the strongest duo.
You glared at Satoru through bleary eyes, “Are you a witch?”
“Eh??? Where is this coming from??”
“You said we probably need some serious sleep and now I’m tired. You’re a witch and you-“ yawn “You cursed me to feel sleepy.”
“Baby it’s like half past three. You’re sleepy because you’ve been awake for like 24 hours.”
“…I still think you’re a witch.”
Satoru’s mouth opened to form a what would be a smart retort but he was interrupted by Suguru smoothly slapping a hand over his mouth, pushing you slightly towards the twin bed, “Alright before you start trying to burn the guy who funds all our food runs at the stake, let’s get into bed yeah?”
“Is that all I am to you?! A wallet?!”
“No you’re our sugar daddy. It’s the only reason we tolerate you. Ain’t that right babe?”
You looked at him, eyes sparkling with playful mirth, the humour returning to the raven’s voice filling you with an unspeakable amount of relief.
“Yep.”
“You’re both so mean to me!”
“Hush now, pretty boy.”
The three of you squeezed into the small bed meant for one person, as always: Suguru’s chest pressed into your back, your head resting against Satoru’s shoulder, three pairs of legs tangling with each other until you couldn’t tell where one of you ended and the other began.
“We’re still in uniform,” you sighed out, dreading the prospect of leaving the tangle of warmth to change.
Satoru yawned. “Mmh it’s fine. Ya don’t mind, do you Sugu?”
“You have blood on you, dumbass.”
A dramatic whine. “Ugh fine.” A smirk. “Stay here and strip lovely, I’ll get that t-shirt you like from emo boy’s closet.”
“Perv.” You tossed a pillow at him but got down to removing your uniform anyway.
Fiddling with the last few buttons, you peeled off your partially open uniform jacket, putting it next to you. You would take it, along with the rest of your uniform, to the laundry basket in your room later.
Next to you, Suguru heaved a big sigh, fidgeting with the end of his shirt. “I’m not gonna do it,” he said quietly. “Genocide, I mean,” he continued a bit louder. “I just-“ he groaned, his hand running dragging down his face, “You guys just got me thinking. I’m not the only one who suffered that day. And killing off millions of people isn’t- Well it isn’t practical- Or moral. And you’re right y’know. I’ve never gotten behind killing without meaning.”
He went quiet again, his fingers continuing to nervously tug and twist at the hem of his shirt.
A tense silence filled the room.
Satoru stood in front of the closet, holding a wad of clothing, staring at his boyfriend.
Before you know it, the white haired boy is launching himself at Suguru, burying his face into the raven’s neck, “‘M sorry. ‘M sorry I never noticed that you were struggling. And I’m sorry I got mad and hurt you earlier.”
Suguru sighed, melting into his lover’s body, “‘S ok. I forgive you. You were just worried.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You watched the two boys soak in each other’s affection with fond eyes. They got on your nerves almost constantly but damn did you love them.
“Babe?” called Satoru.
You were met with the pouty faces of both your boys staring at you.
Suguru tilted his head from where Satoru had it cradled in his arms. God, he looked like a kicked puppy. “Do you not love us?”
You almost cooed because what the hell? Why was he so damn adorable?
“Of course I love you silly.”
“Then why didn’t you say it when the both of us did?” Satoru inquired, matching pouts with your shared boyfriend.
“Well-“ you sputtered, “You guys were having a moment! I didn’t wanna ruin it!”
You got no response. The two of them only stared at you, thoroughly unimpressed.
You laughed, “Okay, okay. I love you both.”
“Good,” they mumble in unison.
“Ugh you’re both so adorably stupid,” you muttered, jumping into the hug peppering aggressive kisses all over both their faces, each punctuated with a ‘I love you’.
By the 20th kiss, they were blushing, Suguru pushing you and Satoru off. “Change you two,” he admonished, “Stop getting curse gunk and blood on me.”
You laughed, pressing a final kiss to his forehead and heading off to the washroom to wash off your face, utterly unaware of two sets of enraptured eyes trained on your figure.
By the time you came out, Satoru had changed into one of Suguru’s large t-shirts and a pair of boxers. With his toned thighs on display and the smear of blood still on his cheek, he had never looked hotter to you.
“Y’re starin’ love,” he smirked.
“You’re starin’ love,” you mocked, pitching your voice lower in a horrendous attempt to sound like him. “Not my fucking fault you’re hot.”
He giggled. Yes. Giggled. Like a middle school girl. “Aw thanks babe,” he said as he batted his eyes at you, “Anyways, clothes are on the bed, next to our hot boyfriend. I’m gonna go get the blood off my face.” And with that and a little hairflip, he flounced off into the bathroom, shutting that door behind him.
“He’s such a menace,” you mumbled, moving towards the bed.
Chuckling Suguru shifted to sit up in bed, grabbing at your waist and tugging you closer to him. “Yeah, but we love him regardless.”
You hummed in agreement, letting your boyfriend’s hands wander across your lower back and ass, “I guess we do, don’t we?”
He tilted his head up to meet your eyes, his chin resting right below your sternum. “Wan’ help getting this off?” he inquired, tugging on the end of your shirt, his pupils blown wide.
“You know I never say no,” you mumbled.
A satisfied sound left his lips, his practiced hands moving to unbutton your shirt and tug down your pants in record breaking time.
“So pretty,” he whispered, pressing a kiss above your belly button.
A tingle of electricity shot through your spine at the contact, a pool of warmth settling low in your stomach as you wound your fingers into his long hair.
You frowned at the feeling of the grease he had let build up in his hair on your fingertips. “I’m gonna wash your hair tomorrow.”
“I’d really like that,” he whispered, hooking his arms behind your thighs and pulling you down into his lap, immediately pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss.
You looped your arms around his neck, readjusting your hands to keep gently scratching his scalp.
Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hair tickling your cheeks.
“Sugu,” you gasped, pulling away for air, “I have to change.”
“Let me love on you baby," he replied, a little breathless, his hands running down your back. "Please?"
"Are you two canoodling without me?"
Your head shot towards the bathroom door, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap, half naked, while your other boyfriend was staring at the both of you, failing to hide the very obvious bulge in his-or well- Suguru's boxers.
Suguru scowled at him, "We'll continue without you if you say 'canoodling' one more time."
"What's wrong with canoodling?"
"You're ruining the mood man!"
"I hate admitting you're right but I'd be lying if I said that the implication of you two 'canoodling' didn't make me just a little bit soft."
"Just come here and kiss me, idiot."
Satoru grinned at the command, crossing the room in two big steps to lace his fingers in Suguru's hair and smashing his lips onto his boyfriend's.
You laid your head on Suguru’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth, while you watched your boys devour each other’s mouths above you.
They broke apart, panting and faces flushed, looking at each other slightly dazed.
“Fuck,” Satoru rasped, “I forgot how good that felt.”
Suguru ran his fingers along his lips, still looking a bit out of it, “Yeah me too.”
“Now then,” grinned your white haired lover, his signature cheshire smirk on his lips, making grabby hands at you. “C’mere you.”
He dropped to his knees on front of the bed, his height allowing him to be face to face with you in Suguru’s lap. Grabbing your legs, he shifted you so you sat with your back to the raven’s chest, his hard on pressing against your ass.
Almost immediately, strong arms were wrapping around your waist from behind as Satoru slotted himself between yours and Suguru’s legs, hovering his lips above yours, just a hair’s breadth from touching yours.
“Kiss me baby,” he breathed, his breath fanning across your face.
You complied, throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him towards you as you ran your tongue along the seam of his lips.
He responded with just as much enthusiasm, his mouth hot against yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
You let your hands wander, scratching his undercut the way you knew made him go wild, enjoying the way he let out a breathy moan against your lips.
Satoru’s hands joined Suguru on your waist, settling right below the edge of your bra, his fingers running along the edge of the fabric resting against your ribcage as he broke away from you to press searing open mouthed kisses along your jawline.
He shifted his attention from you to the beautiful man whose lap you were sitting in.
“Hey Suguru?” he called out.
“Hmm?”
“Can I suck your dick?”
Suguru gaped at him, mouth falling open, eyes wide. Satoru never asked for permission.
“What? I can be considerate, y'know!”
“I know… You just never…”
You ran your fingers along Suguru’s wrist, soothing his frazzled nerves, “Let us spoil you, Sugu? You’ve been stressing enough.”
And that was how you ended up holding Suguru’s upper body to your own, his back muscles flexing against your front, his shirt haphazardly thrown to some corner of the room as he quivered and moaned under his boyfriend’s ministrations.
“Satoru-“ the raven choked out, his head falling onto your shoulder, “So good- please-“
Satoru hummed around Suguru’s cock, bobbing his head, his cheeks hollowing, before pulling away with a lewd ‘pop’.
“Please what, hmm baby?” he questioned, his voice low and raspy, “Please stop?”
A frustrated sound ripped itself from Suguru’s throat, his hand clutching onto Satoru’s shirt before tugging him closer to his mouth.
“I meant to keep going and you know it. Brat.”
Satoru grinned, his signature cheshire smirk taking over his face as his eyes flickered from his black haired lover’s eyes to his mouth. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips along Suguru’s jawline.
“Whatever you want, princess.”
He slid down, settling back between his boyfriend’s legs. He wrapped his hand around the base of Suguru’s dick, pumping it once, twice and another time, before wrapping his lips around the tip and pushing his head down the entire length in one go.
A loud moan tore its way from Suguru’s mouth as his hands reached to bury themselves in Satoru’s hair, tugging on the glowing moonlight strands like they were his lifeline.
You gently ran your fingers along Suguru’s bare torso, tracing the muscles that you had long since committed to memory, pressing kisses to the back of his shoulders and neck.
“Y’look so pretty like this Sugu,” you whispered into the shell of his ear, relishing the way he shivered at the way your breath danced across his cheek.
A gasp left Suguru’s lips just as a slurping sound came from where Satoru was continuing to suck him off, his own hips rutting into the mattress, drool dribbling down his chin.
Suguru’s back arched off where it was pressed against your torso, his mouth dropping open the way it did when he was about to cum, “Fuck Satoru- ‘M so close.”
His abs clenched under your touch as he chanted your white haired lover’s name like a mantra.
“‘Toru- I’m gonna- gonna cum. I- inside or are you-?”
Satoru made an insistent sound around his cock, burying his nose into the dark hair at the base.
You chuckled, “I think that means he wants you to cum in his mouth.”
Satoru made a pleased noise of agreement in the back of his throat, his eyes looking up to gaze at you both.
“Fuck,” Suguru groaned out, “I’m cumming-“
His body tensed up as he reached his high, his cum spurting into Satoru’s mouth, dripping down the sides of his lips as he pulled himself off his boyfriend’s dick, swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“God fuck Suguru, we need to get you eating fruits again. That tasted like battery acid.”
Suguru shifted to cuddle with you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin.
“I’ve been contemplating genocide, leave me alone. Y/n get him to stop bullying me.”
You giggled, rubbing soothing circles into his broad back, following it with a kiss pressed into his hairline, “Stop bullying my baby, ‘Toru.”
“Am I not your baby?!”
“Yes you are honey, c’mere,” you coaxed, holding your arms out for him.
He sidled up to you, settling into your side, letting his head rest on your shoulder.
Your eyes burned as you shifted to make yourself more comfortable under Suguru’s body weight. Satoru slid his arm around your shoulders, sliding you down so you were lying down with your dark haired lover still holding onto you like a koala.
Satoru moved to drape his arm over Suguru’s back and brushed a kiss over both of your cheekbones, “You guys got any missions tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Nope.”
He smiled, all soft lines and wrinkling nose, so unlike the cocky smirk he paraded around wearing, “Good. We can sleep in then. Maybe clean up Suguboo’s room while he gets some food.”
Suguru hummed, nuzzling his face into your chest. “Love you,” he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin, the words spoken so tentatively that you almost missed them.
“Love you, Suguru,” said Satoru, playfully sticking his tongue out, plopping his head down onto the pillow, “Even when your cum tastes like toxic waste.”
“Shut up.”
“Love you, dorks. Now let's just sleep please. I’m tired.”
The three of you fell asleep like that, your personal weighted blanket Suguru on top of you, Satoru holding the both of you from the side.