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Yuuta's shoulders slump as he drags his feet into his apartment. As a jujutsu sorcerer, he is used to dealing with cursed spirits and high-intensity situations, but today was relentless. Every corner he turns, there's another crisis to handle, another threat to neutralize.
Now, finally back home, he can't wait to kick off his shoes and relax. Though before he can get far, his stomach grumbles, reminding him that the last thing he ate was at breakfast, and technically it was only coffee. So first, he wanders into the kitchen to find something simple to satisfy his hunger.
After looking in the fridge for way too long, he decides to rustle up a sandwich. Quick, simple, and nutritious. He gathers the ingredients; bread, ham, lettuce, etc., on the counter and gets to work. But, of course, it wouldn't be complete without mustard. He wiggles the bottle, and the sauce lands on the bread in a fun squiggly pattern. Yuuta doesn’t think much of it.
Just as he is about to top off his sandwich with the final slice of bread, an abrupt cloud of inky smoke envelops his kitchen. As it begins to fade, Yuuta's eyes dart wide in astonishment. Elegantly sprawled on his kitchen counter is no ordinary cursed creature, but a demon; complete with horns and fangs, reclined with an ease that belonged to feline creatures.
Yuuta's voice catches in his throat, producing a startled squeak. "Oh, um... Hello?"
Yuuta is no stranger to cursed beings, but he has never encountered one like this. Most curses think they are a predator because they want to hunt him, but this being feels like a predator because of the way it is observing him. This demon is mesmerizing. His hair, short and silver, stands rebelliously spiky, reflecting the ambient light as if touched by frost. But it is his eyes, vividly violet, that hold Yuuta captive; they shimmer with playful curiosity and hint at mischief. Adding to his allure, circle sigils adorn both sides of his mouth.
With an air of intrigue, the demon extends a delicate finger to lift the top of the sandwich. Revealed beneath is the mustard mark responsible for this unanticipated summoning. An amused arch curves on his brow, and he emits a subtle tongue click.
Being of kind and gentle disposition, Yuuta, always eager to please, holds up the plate to him. "Oh, ah—are you hungry? Here! I can make another one."
For a moment neither of them move. Then, slowly, the blonde's hands lift up and accept the plate, as a gentle coo of gratitude escapes the blonde's lips. As they part, Yuuta catches a glimpse of the sigil imprinted on his tongue.
In an intimate gesture, the demon leans forward, brushing a tender kiss onto Yuuta's nose. He gracefully hops off the counter, but before he can reach the floor, he vanishes into another puff of dark smoke, leaving behind only a wisp of the earlier shadowy mist.
Yuuta hesitates for a moment as the air clears again. Then, with a shake of his head as if to clear it, he turns back to the task at hand, making himself a sandwich with a kind of automatic motion.
He eats, takes his pills, and heads to bed.
As he settles under the covers, Yuuta closes his eyes, allowing sleep to take over, half-expecting to wake up with no recollection of the night's events.
The next day, Yuuta stretches and yawns as he enters the kitchen and sees the plate from late night, returned on the counter. He hums, "Not a dream then."
"Thank you for bringing my plate back," Yuuta announces to the apartment, his gaze darting around as if expecting to discover the demon lurking in some unsuspected corner. As he reaches out to open the fridge, anticipating the chill of the handle, his hand unexpectedly collides with something warm, something alive.
Yuuta yelps, pulling back his hand as though it's been burned. "Oh, hello again?"
The demon, it seems, has returned!
Now that the figure isn't perched on the counter, Yuuta notices the stark difference in their heights; the visitor is quite a bit shorter than him. The boy's attire, baggy pants sitting low on his waist and tapering neatly at the ankles, gives him a distinctive look. There's an undeniable charm to his appearance, something that Yuuta can't help but find... cute.
Curiosity mixed with a hint of amusement, Yuuta ventures, "I don't suppose you're visiting because you're hungry again?" At this, the short demon's violet eyes light up, a delighted trill escaping him, clearly pleased by the prospect.
"Okay, okay," Yuuta concedes, gesturing towards a chair on the other side of the counter. "Just sit there and let me figure out what we're eating, alright?" But before he even finishes his sentence, the demon demonstrates his impish nature, teleporting in a blink. Two small clouds of smoke poof into existence within the room, marking the demon's swift and whimsical movement. Violet eyes follow his every movement.
Yuuta takes a deep breath and, resting his arms on the counter, introduces himself. "I'm uh—I'm Yuuta, by the way."
The demon smiles and places his hands on the counter, leaning forward as well. It feels like time slows down as the demon leans in, and soon, soft lips are pressed against his. As he's kissed, knowledge and images flood through his mind, a whirlwind of emotions and memories. When the demon pulls away, Yuuta breathes out, "Toge, your name is Toge."
Toge's smile deepens, a knowing glint in his eyes. He lingers close, their faces just inches apart, the air between them charged with a newfound connection. Yuuta feels a strange mix of elation and trepidation, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Toge," Yuuta repeats, the name feeling both foreign and familiar on his tongue. The demon nods, the warmth in his gaze growing more intense.
Yuuta's mind races with questions, but for now, he focuses on the moment. "So, Toge," he says, trying to steady his voice, "let's get you something to eat."
Yuuta pinches the bridge of his nose, a mix of amusement and resignation in his gesture. "And coffee, I think… yes, definitely coffee first," he mutters to himself as he pulls out his phone, getting ready to let work know that he was likely going to be late this morning.
How on earth was he supposed to explain this to Maki?
The demon's eyes sparkle with amusement and something deeper, something that makes Yuuta's pulse quicken.
Yuuta can't shake the feeling that his life has just taken a turn he never anticipated, and as he catches Toge's eye once more, he finds that he doesn't mind at all.