Sleeping with men has always been the norm for just anyone. You're here because some dumbass decided, hey, I want a mini-me who probably wouldn't turn out as a mini-me but I'm selfish. Then bam, baby nine months later then pain in the ass eighteen years more, granted it was the start of society many years go. The point was to have as many kids to fill up the country's future army base or raise the next generation of mothers and fathers to redo the same work. Now, it was usually for fucking and occasional the need to repopulate an already too populated planet.

For [M/N], it was a means to an end to eating without using his hands and nails, well...hands and nails caked in blood.

He stared up at the ceiling of Junpei's room, he stared at the fan that went around and around. The smell of sex had finally gone away and he slowly sits up, he yawns as he rubbed his eye a bit before he slowly moved his bottom half off the bed. He shivers as his feet hit the wooden floor; he looked down at their scattered clothes and he got up. He looked down at his body, [S/C] body littered with bites and some hickies. He looked over them, his finger tracing over the bites that Junpei made. Such a touchy-feely guy, but completely wimpy. [M/N] glanced to the floor to see his clothes laid around a screwed from the night, he bends down to reach each item he had. [M/N] slides his boxers on first, the underwear snapped against his waist and slowly pulled up his jeans too, zipping them up and there was a soft groan behind him.

Slowly, he peeked over to see Junpei shifting in the bed and the man nuzzled his pillow, bare leg sticking out from the covers of his bed. [M/N] watched him, before he moved along and grabbed his shirt off Junpei's computer chair, thrown when Junpei's hands had yanked it off him. [M/N] made sure his keys, wallet and phone were in his jean pockets as he slowly walked over to Junpei's desk. His eyes looking over the black desk with curiosity, his fingers touching the clean desk, he never met a man so anal about cleaning up a desk that made it shine.

Well, Megumi but he meant a good man.

[M/N] looked over his essay papers, his notebooks before he glanced up at the shelf that was filled to the brim with DVDs, his eyes scanned up and down. Junpei had a lot, different ones, some that not even [M/N] could recognize some of the titles and others not so much. His finger moves down the movies as he hummed, his fingernail gently tapping down the movie spines.

Has he seen all of this yet? Does he spend all his time in his room?

[M/N] stops as he heard the other snore and he sighs, he moved his hand off and noticed. There were dark purple sticky notes, and Junpei's pencils there too. His head tilts to the side as he thinks it over.

Okay, so he's a nerd and probably going for something nerdy at the campus. I saw his ID last night, so maybe he's like into plays or something...

His hand inched towards the pencil, slowly grasping it and pulled it back. He stared at the packet of sticky notes and his fingers gripped the pencil, at least he was a good fuck, settled his hunger nice and well.

[M/N] writes down on the colorful paper before putting it on the screen of his desktop, he made sure it was there and firm before leaving the bedroom. He closed the door gently as he began walking downstairs to the home, he sighed as he rubbed his eyes a bit before turning the corner. The home was nice too, possibly roommates or something, he stops as he noticed a woman cooking in the kitchen. She was in mid-pour as her eyes widened, her body stiffened from the newcomer and [M/N] stared back like a deer in headlights.

"...Hello there." She says after a few more moments of silence, she slowly placed the bowl in her hands on the counter. She smiles, her eyes kind and her body relaxed as she watched the male, the one that defiantly kept her up because of her poor son, well at least she didn't have to worry about Junpei dying alone. "You must be Junpei's special friend, huh?" She grins as [M/N] rubbed his nape a bit embarrassed but winced as he felt the bite mark there, damn stupid, biting nerd.

"Uh, I suppose," [M/N] says as he saw his bag hanging on the front door handle and he was so close to leaving. "I'm [M/N] [L/N]." He says as the woman smiles still.

"I'm Nagi Yoshino," She introduced herself as she kept smiling and [M/N] slowly let his lips loose into a little smile, "I'm Junpei's mother, and I'm glad my little boy found someone to feel better. I thought he would be alone for a while." She says with a knowing smile as [M/N] listened and he laughs lightly. 

"Sorry for being a bit blunt, but me and Junpei met last night," [M/N] says as he fixed his hair, to look nicer and less messy. "It was something bold and I'm sorry if we kept you up."

Ah, my little boy is a slut. Well better than nothing, I guess.

Nagi composed herself and nodded her head, eyes sparkling a bit, "I see, then I'm happy that you made him happy then. But please remember that he lives with his mother who can't sleep through everything." She said, smirking now, "I saw your school bag by the door, what's your major?" 

"Ah, uh, English." [M/N] says, and nodded his head, "Speaking of School, I have to get going. I have a class in two hours and I want to be showered and cleaned."

"English, I like it." Nagi said, as she almost completely ignores that [M/N] needed to leave as she gestures to the bowl, "So soon? I'm sure a growing boy needs to eat breakfast."

I had my dinner, dessert and breakfast last night. He thinks.

"As much as I would love to stay, I need to go get ready. I left Junpei my number if he gets lonely." [M/N] says as Nagi sighs but nods her head, she understood. College life was hard and she knew her Junpei already had some troubles, almost like in High School but decided not to badger so much with her son's conquest.

"I see," Nagi said as she smiles, waving him off, "Alright then, you be safe now. It was nice to meet you [M/N]. Please do come back, I can tell you make my son really happy." She teases and expected a flush, or even a joke or even a smirk back. Just something she could get a feel from the other but [M/N] merely nodded his head, eyes averted and she watched him move to the door.

Huh, prideful maybe? Embarrassed perhaps? 

Her eyes widen as a thought came through her brain as [M/N] bows to her as he lifted his bag and left after slipping his shoes on. It came to her mind, he was probably the same type of man she had married and divorced from, her hands moved to pour the eggs into the pan, listing to the sizzling.

Oh, my poor Junpei, you gave yourself to a man-whore.

Nagi had felt a bit disconnected when Junpei was later, she loved her little boy, her only child but she was more extroverted unlike him. He had always been a silent and good boy, passed his classes and always kept his head down. She liked going out, and he liked to stay in to watch movies and she supplied him with the funds for it. He also never asked for much stuff as a child, and Nagi couldn't ask for a better child. Junpei also had so many difficulties in School too, from bullying that led him to stay away from the building and from the bullies, she allowed him because she thought he would know best. He barely got into college too, since he never attended, his grades were less than a usual C minus or C plus.

Then Junpei met Itadori Yuji, and she honestly suspected that Junpei would try to be with him and not hop on the first dick he wanted. He was the one that changed him, even just a bit and made him feel normal. But honestly, what was considered normal anymore? She was ashamed, proud and worried in one bundle in her stomach.

Nagi stirs the eggs as she hears the sound of steps moving along the floor upstairs and sighs as she moves the eggs with the spatula, adding pepper and salt. 

Oh, my sweet boy, you're a bit too much like your mama.

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Suguru Geto's is a professor, one of the best and everyone knows it. He had always held such patience for his students, such a way he held himself and elegance that breathed in him. He was also looked upon by many because of his looks. Long black hair that looked like it was soft to the touch, usually pinned up into a bun or laid all out like ink on a canvas. His skin is flawless and clear, and his eyes. They were like a pair of amethyst jewels that shine behind his wired glasses that seem to sparkle in the light once it hits. Not to mention, he smelled like a fancy cafe in the nicer places on campus.

They say honey and peppermint tea.

[M/N] says he smells like some fall treat, apples, cinnamon and sugar.

"Good morning, class." Suguru's voice fills the air and the chatter stops as the sound of movement was heard. He wore dark brown pants that fitted a bit too well on him, cream colored turtle neck that looked soft to the touch but also so expensive and dark shoes too. The sound of marker on the white board squeaks too when Suguru writes. His favorite topic? English and all the dramatic authors that came with it.

"This week we will be going over Chapter 4 in our books; otherwise known as Edgar Allen Poe and his weepy stories." Suguru's voice was loud, firm and clear as [M/N] does flip pages into his book but his gaze never left Suguru's ass. [M/N] peeked down at his book, reading chapter 4 quickly, his eyes gazing over it as Suguru's voice goes off about The Black Cat with the themes as the door of the large classroom opens with a loud squeak. [M/N]'s eyes glanced and much to his annoyance, it was Yuji who looked half asleep and came in half-dressed.

It was college and clothes really don't matter unless you had an internship or something.

But Pajamas, really?

Pajamas with Spider-Man prints on the grey fabric too?

"Lovely to have you with us, Itadori." Suguru's voice rings, a dullness to it as his dark purple eyes follow Yuji's figure as [M/N] half expected him to walk over to the familiar crowded area of people Yuji mostly hangs with. They wave him over, the men grinning and the women too with their eyes practically judging Yuji's outfit for today. [M/N] could smell it and it was foul. 

But he didn't, he turned them away and smiled he had, pointing to them back much to their disappointment and Yuji continued. [M/N] watched him before Suguru shakes his head, returning to the board as he resumes his writings with the marker squeaking. [M/N] follows each letter that their teacher did, his eyes following it before he heard the loud scrap of the chair next to him and turns. His eyes narrow as Yuji sits down beside him, backpacking on the desk and not pulling the book out.

"Hiya [M/N]." Yuji smiles, as his brown eyes gleam a bit as he looked to his friend who was looking in their book, his warm brown eyes scan the page number and flipped towards it. "You didn't come home last night."

"I was out doing things." [M/N] says as his eyes stared at his book, then glanced back to the front seeing Suguru, still talking about Edgar Allan Poe, gesturing to the board. "Me not coming home never bothered you before." He adds, his voice a bit sharp at that point. Yuji never seemed to mind him coming back, or not, and being asked that as he stalked his next prey was annoying, and his finger nails dipped into his palm making tiny crescent dents. 

"I didn't mean to come off rude, it's just you're never out and I was kind of worried." Yuji says, keeping his voice low as he talked, his eyes stared at his friend then moving towards their teacher. He licked his lower lip out of usual reaction, "Uh, Megumi said you weren't doing good."

"I'm perfect," [M/N] says bluntly, "Megumi needs to keep his mouth shut."

Yuji recoils from the bluntness, as he looked at his friend but noticed his gaze elsewhere. He saw how his eyes stared at their teacher with such a gaze, a predatory gaze that nearly made him shiver and want to move but he kept staring at his friend. Usually he wasn't that mean? [M/N] could be mean, damn right vengeful with a mean glare but this was something else.

Why has he gone to a place I can't follow?

Yuji wonders as his eyes watched his friend's face, it looked like him but it didn't feel like him. He had grown up with a boy who was chubby, always picked flowers, talked about video games and books and tv shows that Yuji didn't understand back then, the boy who was picked last when picking teams and Yuji picked him out of pity, the boy who used to cheer Yuji the loudest, the boy that let Yuji cheat off his test so Yusuke didn't ground him for getting a bad grade, the boy who helped him decide what he wanted to do in life. 

When was the last time we actually hung out with each other? Just us? Just hanging out at the library or bookstore or even the bowling alley? Hell, even had a conversation of more than five minutes? I've been busy with school and my part-time job but...

Yuji's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his friend, his best friend but lately it felt like he was the one replaced. Yeah, they had different things now, and Yuji's group has grown expediential more not to mention work but he also felt the distance before their college years. Senior year, it felt the drift and Yuji didn't try to fight it.

He doesn't remember if [M/N] tried to fight it either, and that he felt guilty for. He really did, he shared so many memories with him, so many laughs, so many conversations, so many arguments and pitiful kid fights with toys, grades and games. Along with many private matters too.

The boy who been his first kiss.

Yuji had to be his first heartbreak but he didn't want to think about it anymore, not in class.

"So...." Yuji began as he grasped the pencil from [M/N]'s side, he twirls it between his fingers with such ease as he stared at his friend as Suguru turned around, looking to the students expectingly as he asked a question and student's hands fly up in the air. "You wanna go out to like a movie or someth-"

"I went to a movie last night." [M/N] says as he had his hand up still but Suguru picked someone else and he lays his hand flat on the table, tapping his nails with a huff. "I don't want to go to another."

"Oh, uh," Yuji's eyes searched around the classroom as another question was said and hands go flying in the air for the question. "Do you wanna maybe...go to the bar?"

"I don't like bars; besides you'll end up leaving me again." he says, rolling his eyes as Yuji frowns to himself.

"Dude, it was an accident," Yuji says, his lips forming a pout and [M/N] glanced to him with a raised eyebrow to see the pink-haired man pouting literally in class. "You're not giving me hope to hang out."

"You only want to hang out with me because I feel that you think I'm going to kill myself." [M/N] says, glancing to the other as the hands went down and [M/N] moved his arm, reaching over and flicking Yuji's nose, making the other yelp softly.

"Hey.."

"I'm not, whatever Megumi is thinking, I'm not." [M/N] rolled his eyes, fucking cockblock Megumi. "We're both not on good terms right now, and now that I'm ignoring his punk-ass, he's upset."

Yuji winced a bit as Suguru began passing papers for each row and Yuji got the stack of it for their row. He takes one and passes the stack to [M/N], their fingers brushed and electricity shoots down Yuji's spine. The touch sending tingles among tingles down, and he shivered a bit as [M/N] slides the stack over a few chairs beside him, his eyes moving to the paper.

Some sort of Creative Writing club it seems?

[M/N] liked creative writing a whole hell lot, always making stories up with his mind, His eyes soak up the details on the paper as Suguru goes back to the board writing as Yuji stared at [M/N]. His brown eyes wide as [M/N] writes the date in his phone's calendar as Yuji's mind felt so full, floaty almost.

Something is wrong with [M/N]

His eyes stared at his phone as he typed, fingers hitting the screen delicately before he moved his gaze towards the front. [M/N] could slowly seduce Suguru, probably the worst challenge to do but it would be worth it in the end. He just wanted to get the man in bed for his own sick fantasy that he thinks most students have about their professors, especially the old but sexy ones. Suguru didn't know it now, but [M/N] had plans for him, plans to do to the teacher.

Yuji gulped seeing the anger and hunger resting within [M/N]'s eyes, the eyes that were once so warm and kind were gone within the haze of his anger.

This isn't him; this isn't him; this guy is wearing his face

[M/N] glanced to Yuji, watching him before he asked to keep face, "I wouldn't mind going to the bookstore?" He offered benevolently as he stared at him.

"..Yueah.." Yuji manages out, licks his lips and swallows drily.

"Mister Itadori?" Their teacher calls out and Yuji jumps up and nearly knocked himself down on the floor as he stood there and people snickered around him but not [M/N]. [M/N] watched him before shaking his head a bit.

"Yes?!" He exclaims while saluting towards their professor much to [M/N]'s amusement and the snickers turn into laughter. Suguru stared at his student, shaking his head a bit as he sighed. He closed the book with a sharp CLAP of the pages of the book bindings snapping together.

"Sit down, and pay attention," Suguru said and scolded as Yuji ducks down into his seat sheepishly. "I've been hearing you talk to [M/N] for most of the class, just because I'm up here and you're back there, doesn't mean I can't hear." Suguru says as he turns around to write.

"As I was saying..."