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CHAPTER TEN
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( episode 21 — jujutsu koshien )

warning: smut at the end of this chapter!

"NEXT UP ARE the casualties," Ijichi's calm voice pulled Naomi out of her swirling state as she leaned against her husband, normally, she would be sitting in a more respectful position when around her seniors, but with her injuries, Satoru insisted that she sit more comfortably, and even took up a more relaxed posture with her so she wouldn't be alone, "three second grade sorcerers, one semi-first grade sorcerer, five supervisors, and two guards, they were all on standby at the school and all of them were there working separately from Gojo and Principal Yaga. We're still waiting on the report from Ieri, but we're nearly certain it was the work of the same cursed spirit that Nanami encountered before."

Satoru grunted from next to her, making her lift her head from his shoulder to look up at him, concern flooding her senses as she scanned him. He wasn't grunting from physical pain, he was upset. The veil was clearly a distraction, a trap, Naomi and the rest of the students were supposed to be brought into enough danger that Satoru's only focus would be to break the veil. That patchwork curse was then granted free roam over the rest of the schools campus.

"What do you think?" Iori asked the principals, "should we share this information with the students and the other sorcerers?"

"No," Gakuganji answered.

"It's probably better to keep this among ourselves, we don't want to give curse users certainty that special-grade objects were stolen," Yaga pondered outloud, agreeing to Gakuganji's answered, "Has our captured curse user spilled?"

"Well, it's no problem getting him to talk," Ijichi sighed, "but what he says? It's all just irrelevant nonsense. Although, it's interesting that he's claiming he was only in the attack because he was ordered to come as part of a certain deal. He says that he just wanted to make a coat rack, that a monk promised him, he doesn't know the monks name or if the monk was even a man or a woman, but they were fairly young, with white hair and a bob cut."

"A mysterious androgynous monk kid with a bob haircut," Mei Mei repeated, she glanced over at Naomi and Satoru, "Ring any bells?"

Naomi pondered the question, searching her memory to try and remember if she ever saw something like that before but came up short.

"Nah," Satoru's hands came up as Naomi lifted herself from him, "the guy sounds like a bullshitter, have we got anyone skilled at confessions?"

"How did these outsiders and two special grade cursed spirits get through all of Tengen's barriers?" Iori asked, frustration was laced in her tone, though Naomi could understand why she was upset, especially since the feeling was mutual.

"That was probably the work of the special grade cursed spirit that have the tree branch eyes," Satoru pointed out, "that one has a unique presence, even though it's a cursed spirit it's incredibly close to a natural spirit. According to Aoi, it was able to hide among plants and Tengen's barrier doesn't function against plants. Remember, Tengen's barrier puts all its power into hiding, not protecting, so once you get in, it's kinda weak."

They sat in silence after that. A swirling mix of emotions simmered within her. She felt guilty, but she knows that the twins and Nobara needed to get away, and they wouldn't have been able to handle Zephon. She felt powerless, she felt weak. That damn cursed spirit got the best of her and got under her skin, if only—

Satoru pulled her hand into his lap, the size of his enveloped her, warming the tips of her fingers. Her skin seemed to sing wherever his touch grazed, making her heartbeat race. A soft smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked over at him. His blindfold up as always but his gaze burning into her.

"Well, for the time being at least our students are all safe," Iori pointed out, she was always pretty good at finding the positives in things. If there was a silver lining, she would see it.

"But obviously the exchange event will have to be cancelled," Yaga said.

Naomi flashed a confused glance over at the principal, her brows pinching together as her jaw dropped.

"Hold on!" Satoru exclaimed, "since when is that a decision we get to make?"

The rest of the group save for Naomi let out a collective confused grunt. Glancing between each other, they clearly weren't understanding what the issue was.

"We're not the ones participating in the Exchange Event, if should be up to the students if they want to cancel or not," Naomi pointed out, her heart skipping a beat when Satoru squeezed her hand assuringly, "but knowing them, I can tell you, the majority is going to want to keep on."

"They're children, they—"

"They're children when it's convenient for you, but they're sent out daily to risk their lives and fight curses," Naomi felt a stern tone creep up her throat when speaking to Gakuganji, "they're children, yes, and they should be allowed to enjoy things like this, I mean, good god, how much are we going to take away from their youth?"

The room grew quiet after that, Iori looked down at her lap, principal Yaga stared at her stunned. A disgruntled pout formed on Gakuganji's face before he huffed and waved her off.

"Fine."

• ★ •

"SO ANYWAY, THAT happened and some people died, but, what now?" Satoru asked, "keep going?"

The students were scattered around the room, but Naomi and Satoru were focused on Yuji at the moment. He seemed to be pondering the question, all the students were. But unfortunately, Megumi wasn't talking to Naomi right now.

"Uh, I have no idea what to say to that," Yuji said honestly.

"Get real," Todo's voice came out from the corner of the room by the stairs, everyone looked over at him, confusion swarming the room, "the Exchange Event will continue of course!"

"Todo!" Yuji scowled, whatever camaraderie he felt with the guy in the battle yesterday was now gone.

"What are your reasons?" Satoru asked.

"For one, only those who have a direct connection to the victims have any right to mourn them it would be rude to butt in there," Todo explained, "and secondly, if people have died that's all the more reason for us to work to become stronger. Acquired strength can only come from the accumulation of results. Tasting defeat and savoring victory, these are the things that lead us to grow! The most important thing now is for those results to continue to exist!"

"This is surprising!" Miwa whispered to Mai, "Todo sounds almost reasonable."

"Reasonably crazy."

"Third," Todo brought up, "when a student feels like they weren't able to bring out their best it'll hang over them until they die."

"How old are you?" Satoru asked, making Naomi snort out a chuckle as she gently nudged her husband's side with her elbow.

"Yeah, I'm fine with all that," Megumi agreed, pointedly avoiding Naomi's gaze.

"We'll still in anyway," Nobara grinned.

The rest of the students seemed to agree with Todo, and they all collectively agreed that they wanted to continue with the event.

"How do we pair up for the individual fights?" Maki asked.

"Huh?" Satoru asked, "there are no individual battles."

The other students looked around, brows raised or pinched together. They looked to each other, as if trying to confirm they heard correctly.

"The Exchange Event always has the principals of the two schools, each propose a form of competition for the two days or that's how it's supposed to be," Panda spoke up, "every year til now, the first day has been team battles and the second individual battles."

"I don't like routine, but this is how it's done," Satoru explained, holding up a box for the students to see before handing it to Yuji, "every year we put the competition methods here and pull one out."

"Huh?" Yuji asked, he reached into the box and pulled out a slip, he stopped for a moment when he read the slip, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "huh? What?"

Out of nowhere, Yaga and Gakuganji were on either side of the kid, disbelief on their faces as well. Naomi couldn't help her smirk. She had covered for Satoru when he snuck in the slips that said baseball into the box.

They both were tired of the students fighting. And they honestly did enough individual battles yesterday when they were out curse hunting.

"Baseball?" Yaga exclaimed.

Satoru grabbed onto Naomi's hand, pulling her attention to her husband to see the smirk on his face. He jerked his head in the direction of the door, making her smile and nod.

"What's going on here, Yaga?" She could hear Gakuganji asked behind her as they walked out, Satoru's humming coming from next to her.

"I don't know!" Yaga yelled, "I was sure I put individual battles in there! Hey! get back here, Gojo's!"

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NAOMI WAS SURE that her husband was trying to kill her. That could be the only explanation she has for what she's looking at right now as she sits in the dugout with the rest of her students, the brim of her hat hiding her gaze.

The blue button up that she had gotten him a few days ago was cuffed at his elbows, showing off the veins of his pale arms. She wanted to take him right there, but with clenched fists, she restrained herself.

Instead, she kept her gaze off Satoru and on Maki who was pitching. Miwa, who was up to bat, managed to make contact with her swing, but it ended up turning into a fly ball, which is something Iori exclaimed very loudly before yelling at Nishimiya Momo, her student to not run for the next base, the words falling on deaf ears anyways.

Toge caught the ball with ease from the outfield and threw it to Panda immediately.

"Out!" Satoru announced with a grin.

"Huh?" Momo asked, "but why?"

"Momo, if you don't know the rules then say so!"

"I do know them!" Momo argued, "When the ball's hit, I run!"

She stomped over to the dugout as Iori began to explain the rules to Momo again. Meanwhile, Noritoshi Kamo stepped up to the plate, most of his face bandaged from his encounter with the cursed spirit with the nature technique.

"A sacrifice fly?" Momo's screeching could be heard from across the field, "what's that, some new form of torture?"

"You're just plain stupid!" Iori groaned out, his hands going to her hair in frustration.

Naomi couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she assessed her students on the field. Yuji was the catcher, crouched down infront of Satoru who was playing ref due to the fact that he knew baseball the best. Panda and Nobara were on first and third base, with Megumi and Toge in the outfield. It Yuta was here, she would have him on second to keep all her bases covered, but he was still out of the country.

As Noritoshi got ready to bat, Naomi listened in to Maki's plan for the round, occasionally glancing to her for confirmation. She only nodded, gesturing her to keep going. Maki was a capable girl, and Naomi had no qualms about letting her step into a leadership role for this.

Whatever Yuji had said to Noritoshi at the home plate must have really gotten to him, because for all three times Maki threw the ball, he didn't move an inch to swing.

"Strike!" Gojo called out, twisting his body, his right shoulder coming down and his left fist rising over his head, "Batter out! Change up!"

"Kamo, you'll never get a hit if you don't swing!" Iori scolded as the students changed positions on the field.

Naomi stood up as she lined the students up in the order of how they wanted to bat. She didn't think she was really doing much as a coach, more so as a place holder and a face for the rest, it was Maki who was really taking the lead for the game as team captain.

"They call me, Tanaka of Toboku!" Nobara called out from the home plate.

"No, Tanaka's the Tanaka of Toboku!" Megumi argued from the dugout.

"And Tanaka's a pitcher!" Yuji pointed out.

"Bonito flakes," Toge added on, a hint of sass making Naomi glance over at him with a raised eyebrow.

Rattling at the pitchers mound made Naomi look out at the field and frown. Mai Zen'in was pushing out a pitching machine with Mechamaru's face on it, his name spray painted on below. Nobara let out a frustrated groan as she threw her cap to the ground.

"What the hell is that?!" She screeched as she stomped her way to the pitchers mound.

Naomi made a panicked noise as she shot up out of her seat and began to run for the girl.

"Uh oh, Kugisaki's snapped!" Yuji yelled out, "it's a free for all!"

Panda managed to hold Nobara back before she could do something to get the team disqualified, pulling her to make enough distance for when Naomi could get to them.

"Hey, using a pitching machine is against the rules!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, this is just a spare," Mai smugly spoke, "it's a spare Mechamaru, we had no other choice, since your Panda broke our main one, huh, a pitching machine, eh? I guess I don't understand, but you know a lot about machine, hey are you an otaku?"

"It's just one thing after another with you, huh? And yet somehow you're still a student here."

"Alright that's enough!" Naomi scolded, giving a stern glare to the crowd of students. "Nobara, get back to the home plate, the rest of Tokyos students better have their asses on the bench by the time I turn around, Kyoto students, get back to your designated marks, now!"

There were no arguments with that after she glared at everyone once again, and by the time she had turned around, her students were scrambling for the bench, fumbling to sit down, nearly falling as they did. She wanted to giggle a little after that.

After a rage fueled swing got Nobara to first base. Megumi got up after, ignoring Naomi as he did and headed to the home plate. She knew why he was upset, she kept a secret from him, and a pretty big one at that. It was something that they never did in the Gojo household, and the first time she did it, it was the fact that Yuji was alive. Guilt had been wracking her for months about this, but with her training them, and quietly training Megumi on top of the occasional curse assignment, she never got a chance to think through on how to navigate the Yuji situation at all.

When Megumi was up at the plate, he bunted the ball first chance he got, half heartedly running for first base as Nobara dashed for second.

"Out!" Satoru called as Mai caught the ball Todo launched at her.

Satoru and Naomi spared a glance at each other, a strange and silent conversation between them that would be hard to explain to anyone else.

Panda was up next, but all Naomi could focus on was Megumi walking over to her, sitting down with a frown. She only had her water that she had been sipping out of, but she offered it to him, silently begging for the smallest amount of a truce between them so she could actually talk to him.

Megumi looked over at her, an eyebrow raised before he huffed and reluctantly accepted it, taking a swig from the bottle.

"I'm sorry," Naomi spoke quietly, "I didn't know what I was doing half the time when it came to Yuji, but I didn't want you getting mixed up in it again if the elders found out before he was ready to be back out on his own, you almost got killed on your last assignment together and I don't think I could've— I wouldn't know what to do if—"

"I get it," Megumi mumbled over the lip of the bottle, "you were trying to protect me and keep him safe... I just didn't like the fact that you kept that secret for so long."

Naomi gave him a weak smile, tossing an arm over his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug as she ruffled his hair. A surprise noise escaped the boy as he struggled to get out of her hold, only making her chuckle.

She missed Panda's batting, but he was at first base, and Nobara was at third as Maki approached the home plate.

The swing was perfect, the strike immaculate. A beautiful home run that Naomi had completely expected. And was subsequently gutted to see when Momo caught it from her broom.

"Ah! Cheater!" Yuji screamed out.

"Bonito Flakes!" Toge agreed.

"Kugisake! Go back!" Megumi called out as Nobara stared up at the sky stunned.

A few more rounds went by before they switched out again. Maki was back at the home plate and Yuji was back in his catchers gear. Aoi Todo approached the plate, his bat resting on his shoulder. He was running his mouth to Yuji, something about wanting to face him off properly with Yuji as pitcher, but he was cut off by a baseball hitting him square in the cheek, with Maki's extreme strength, the ball hit hard enough that Todo was on the ground, his top half in Yuji's lap, disoriented.

"Todo!" Yuji cried out, "hang in there!"

A collective round of praises for Maki's pitch made Naomi chuckle from the dug out, calling it out herself.

The game continued on and Naomi wasn't surprised at all to see that her students won the game, leading to them winning the event as a whole.

The Tokyo students were cheering and celebrating as they left the field, all collectively patting Yuji on the back for the home run he scored them that won their game, the Kyoto students sulking as the wheeled their Mechamaru replacement off the pitchers mound.

Now came what Naomi was really waiting for the whole time.

Baseball for the staff members of Kyoto and Tokyo. A few more staff members from each of the schools came out in their uniforms except for Satoru. Normally he would be on the team, but with Kusakabe's absence, he's taking up the position as umpire.

This game felt more intense than ones from previous years since Naomi and Satoru joined the staff. Before, they always were lighthearted, probably because it was something the staff would do after the individual battles on an open field. But it seems that the Kyoto staff members have something to prove now that they've been shown up like this.

The rounds were intense, and the scores were close.

Sweat dripped down Naomi's spine as she gripped the bat in her hands hard. The Sun beating down on her head through her helmet made for a damp scalp that only had her feeling sticky all over. Two deep breaths in as she focused on Iori's pitch, it was fast, but Naomi's reflexes and aim was faster.

With a hard swing of her bat, her body contorting from the strength she put behind it, the ball went soaring out of the field. She yelled out a victorious scream as she ran, chasing after the three assistants from her school who were on the plates, waiting for a ball just like that. A grand slam.

As they all reached the home plate, the three assistants high-fived Satoru on their way past him to the dugout, but Naomi couldn't restrain herself from jumping into his arms, laughing as he spun her around, his hold on her was tight.

"A grand slam, baby!" Satoru cheered for her, peppering her sweaty face in a hundred kisses.

It was the final pitch of the final round, and it seemed that even the Tokyo staff was better than Kyoto when it came to baseball.

For a while, they remained on the field, sharing in their coworkers victory over Kyoto, but with every passing glance to Satoru in that damn blue button up, and the heated stares he returned to her, it wasn't long before they slipped off the field together. They could barely keep their hands off each other even as they passed the two principals who seemed to be reflecting together as they watched a trail of ants working together to deliver food to their colony.

Ants that Satoru stomped down on with a snicker as he pulled Naomi closer to him. She found herself pausing for a moment to turn and face Gakuganji before the two left the school and head home.

"Oh, Gakuganji, just want to let you know," She smiled cheerfully as she spoke, "if you even think of threatening my students again, I'll kill your whole family, and then you, enjoy your trip home!"

The two didn't wait for a reply, they had far better things to do at that moment than ti argue with an old man who was too stuck in his ways.

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"YOU DID AMAZING out there baby," Satoru muttered quietly into her ear as she walked down the hallway of their home, photos of Megumi and Tsumiki covered the walls among photos of Satoru and Naomi. Artwork made at school, drawings of Megumi's shikigami's as well since they don't come up on camera like curses.

Someone could walk in and see their entire life despite only living there for the past three years. Their memories were all over the walls.

"Yeah?" Naomi asked with a smirk as she looked up at her husband, pulling his glasses off his face to look into his piercing eyes. A mischievous smile crept up on his expression now as he got closer to her, the scent of his rich cologne flooding her nose and intoxicating her.

It's those same walls that she's shoved up against suspended as Satoru's tongue fought its way into her mouth as she locked her ankles behind his waist. A buck of her hips against his told her all she needed to know when it comes to finding out how much he needed her.

"You've been taunting me all day with this shirt," she grumbled against his mouth as she started to pull at the buttons, frustration building as she struggled to get to her favorite view.

Satoru's chuckle rumbled his chest as he pulled away from the wall, taking her with him as his hands palmed the globes of her ass, carrying her to their bed. He softly laid her down, the plush of their mattress a welcome feeling under her.

Naomi was sprawled out now, slowly, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him as he stripped his clothes. He was slow, tantalizing, and downright brutal when he worked at her clothes, taking his sweet time with her.

One of these days she would reverse the situation, give him a taste of his own medicine, but right now, she enjoyed the way he admired her. He was gentle with her clothes, a rarity for him, but it might have been because he wanted to see her in that uniform again. He wasn't as kind with her underwear.

"Watching you hit that grand slam was already enough to make me want to take you right there on the field," Satoru mumbled, leaning down to cage her bare body under him, "but watching you threaten Gakuganji made me twitch."

Naomi snorted, she cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss. A touch so tender and full of love despite the violent words she muttered to an old man 20 minutes before.

Satoru's fingers trailed down her side to the curve of her hip, reaching further to cup and squeeze her ass again, pressing down his hips, his bare, hardened length pressed into her wet. A groan that she happily swallowed rumbled down her throat as he began to leave a trail of hot kisses down her jaw to her neck, bruises left in his wake, though she didn't mind them at all.

Her breath hitched when he trailed his tongue down the slope of her breasts, swirling around her areola before sucking the nipple into his mouth. A moan falling out of her mouth as she let her head fall back into the bed, her hands coming up to Satoru's hair, carding and gripping as she grounded herself.

The tip of his grinding dick was nudging her clit in such a delicious fashion, pairing that with the oral assault on her breasts, and her head was spinning.

"S'Toru," she whined out, squirming her hips desperately trying to seek out more friction from the slow pace of his grinding, "baby, please."

"Nuh-uh," Satoru shook his head as he alternated to her other boob, his darkened eyes glazed over with lust, "I'm gonna take my time when worshipping my beautiful wife."

A frustrated groan huffed out of her as she looked down at him, bucking her hips wildly as she tried seeking out her pleasure. She was close to ripping her hair out of her head when he slid a hand back to her hips and pinned them to the bed, forcing her to be still and take what little he gives her.

"Fine," Satoru rolled his eyes as he abandoned her breasts to continue his trail of kisses down her abdomen, closer and closer down to her heat where she needed him most.

One large hand splayed over her pelvis, pinning her lower half down to the bed as his hot breath fanned onto her glistening entrance between her legs. A whimper left her lips as she struggled against his hold, needing him.

Of course, the teasing and overstimulation didn't stop, Satoru wasn't pleased if he wasn't torturing her. Soft kisses were placed all over the insides of her thighs, trailing closer to her desperation but never touching.

"Satoru, I swear to go-o-od, oh my god," Naomi's eyes rolled to the back of her head when he trailed his tongue up her slit in one long, wet lick, expertly finding her bundle of nerves, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

Her hands went back to his hair and she held onto him for dear life, her knuckles whitening from her tight grip. She tried bucking her hips into his mouth, soft breaths and moans falling from her lips along with prayers to him like he truly was a god.

Her chest heaved as she felt two of his fingers slowly prod in, twisting and pushing in, bullying his way into her walls, the length of his fingers allowing him to easily reach spots in her that made her see stars, scissoring his fingers, allowing her slick to coat his digits as he pumped his hand in and out.

Licking and slurping, Naomi's face grew hot from the noises he was lewdly making with her body. She was edging closer and closer to that familiar ledge, the knot in her stomach twirling and tightening so deliciously as he started to pump faster and faster. She knew that he could feel the way she clenched around his fingers, her moan turning into a near sob with the way his sucking intensified on her puffy clit.

"Toru, I'm— I'm gonna," She cried out, tugging on his hair, her hands and body unsure if it wants to push him away or pull him in for more.

Her orgasm washed over her like a wave, her mind going blank as she listened to her folds grow loud and sloppy as she gushed around his digits. Breathless, her body going lax, she looked down, making eye contact with her beautiful husband as he cleaned his fingers off with his glistening mouth. He had a smirk on his slick-coated face as he crawled up the bed, hovering over her.

"Satoru," she whispered, her eyes hazy as he tilted her chin up with his dry fingers.

"Shh, baby, I know," he was soft with his words as he leaned down, capturing her lips in his. Her taste was on his mouth, only making her more aroused.

Her arms wrapped around his torso, her hands came up and gripped his shoulders from behind him, her nails dug into his soft flesh. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers, her taste overpowering her senses. Tongues and lips locked, Naomi could stay like this forever with him.

His leaking tip nudged at her entrance before pressing in similarly to his fingers. Every time with Satoru felt like the first time. At first he only stopped at an inch, but her husband is greedy, pushing more and more of his length into her until his hips were pressed up against the back of her thighs.

Naomi was stupidly babbling already, her mind going fuzzy as she felt her walls adjusting to his size. Relaxed just enough for it to be pleasurable, Satoru slowly rocked his hips into hers, smirking as he slid his hands down to the back of her thighs, pushing them up. With her legs dangling over his shoulders, she was losing her mind.

"Satoru, what— oh fuck!" She cried out at the way the new position only made him hit her even deeper, effectively reaching her guts and rearranging them.

"You want a baby, don't you?" He mumbled against her lips, a grin almost evil on his face as he watched her come undone under him, "you gonna make me a daddy?"

Leaning further down, his hips quickly picked up their pace, setting a rough rhythm as his dick hit every sensitive spot in her. Grunts and moans bounced off the walls as sweat trailed down his face and splattered on her skin.

"Fuck— you're always so tight gonna— shit— lose my mind," his nasty words were enough to bring Naomi closer to that ledge again, her jaw going slack, overstimulated tears brimming her eyes.

"Oh god, Toru, m'close, m—"

"I know, I know, wait for me, m'almost there so close."

Skin slapping on skin and the sloshing of her wet added to the chorus of their moaning and groaning, the squeaking of their bed frame paired with the slamming of the edge of it against the wall. Naomi's nails clawed their way down Satoru's back as she cried out his name, holding off from cumming for as long as she could.

His mouth was by her ear, muttering the filthiest things to her under his breath, panting and huffing as he seemed to get even faster, pressing further into her. Naomi was certain he was slamming into her cervix.

"C'mon baby, cum with me, I got you, cu— oh, oh fuck." His moan turned into a whine and her delirious mind blanked out as she convulsed under him, her body tensing and relaxing all at the same time, her legs shaking by his head as he came deep inside her, probably directly into her womb with how deep he was.

His name was the only thing she could manage to get out over and over, crying out as she felt him slowly lower her legs from his shoulders, softly thrusting into her, prolonging her orgasm as her tears slid down her temples.

Panting, heaving, she could feel her heartbeat in her throat as her vision cleared, bright blue eyes watching her with a soft admiration. If her face wasn't already red, she knows that just that look would have her become a mushy mess.

"I love you so much," he muttered, leaning back down to press more and more kisses to her skin, from her forehead to her chin, nowhere was safe from his affection.

"I love you so much more," she whispered back, cupping his face, she pulled him down for another kiss, her lips melted against his like they were made for each other.

Naomi is convinced they are.

Something was starting to harden again and she pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes. Satoru laughed— the motherfucker laughed— when he caught her shocked expression.

"Did you think we were done, 'Omi?" He asked, his sly grin was infuriating, "I'm not finishing until I'm sure it took."

Naomi wasn't sure she was going to make it out of here alive.

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