❝𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯?❞
A youthful woman remains in search of a job, to compensate for the boredom she has. However, a niche job ad envelops her eyes -- leading her on the path of...
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8.6k words: a summary of acts: crying, fleeing, consoling, talks of suicide, paranoia, talks of the past, unwritten conclusions, fluff, a turn of events, mentions of violence. a summary of acts: smut: unprotected sex, multiple rounds, oral receiving and giving, detailed smut, overstimulation, messiness, crying, unestablished relationship, missionary, 69, teasing, comforting, aftercare.
a/n: relish this chapter, 'cause I'm likely to disappear again. there won't be enough time to process emotions during this chapter; enjoy — erensgloom.
You allow yourself to peel away from your bed as you ended the phone call with Satoru, readying yourself to leave your room — if you were to make it. Though you were aware of the fact that Toji remained asleep within his office chair, his features light, you were sure he was set to be away from peaceful moments. Peaceful moments after he was able to decipher what you planned to do in the time you attempt to sneak out of your home. Your being was practically embedded within this home; there wasn't an exclusive way you were going to be able to attain freedom.
Eagerly, you allow yourself up, collapsing against the ground in silence as you couldn't handle the overwhelming emotions that swarmed you. You couldn't help but allow yourself up, holding onto the edge of your bed as you cleared your tears, burying your phone in your pocket. Though you were extraordinarily vulnerable, you opened up your bedroom door, being unhurried as you close the door, making sure to check on Megumi through a slim gap. You smile as he remains slumbering with the nightlight you had purchased him, a plush loosely fitted within his arms.
Your movements are light as you dart across the hallway, being sure to make a minimum amount of noise. You solely didn't want to be loud, all for your safety. It took all of you to not fear heading down the stairs, making partial noise as Toji remained asleep within his room — a heavy sleeper if you were to add on.
He slept as if he was comfortable, not a single bad thought resting upon his mind. While he slept, he allowed himself to be completely vulnerable, breathing lightly as he laid straight. Even as he sat in his office chair, you couldn't help but sometimes desire to brutally slaughter him, blaming and steering fingers towards a well-tarnished gang. Afterwards, taking Megumi and gifting him a comforting life with not an ounce of disposable violence.
