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Since the first time he saw you, Choso had experienced a beautiful feeling that blossomed into something unforgettable. Something that would make his stomach twist with delight whenever you’d smile at him and make him sweat if the two of you were left alone. Something he had no idea how to deal with.

Love…

Choso had only known brotherly love. His perception of love was warped by his role as the eldest brother. Love for a person that wasn’t his family? That’s something… entirely new.

But he forced those feelings down, cramping them into a box deep in his heart. You could never be his. You belong to him. 

A man named Suguru Geto.

Not long after meeting him, you appeared along with him. Pretty. Soft. Sweet. A sorcerer. A woman with a bottomless well of devotion to Geto only.

You were always seen with him and vice versa. Nothing could pry the hold your dainty hands had on his arm. 

It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it were true love. And it was far, far from true love. Geto isn’t capable of true love. Choso knows that, but your power is what made you valuable. Your existence was worth 10x of what Choso, Mahito, Jogo—any of them could offer. It is why he manipulates you, why he groomed you.

Geto never shared much about your past, but he did tell Choso that he’d been watching her for several years.

Upon your sorcerer awakening, Geto made sure that you only had eyes for him. He’d heard of it through the grapevine… that there was a little girl out there who had an extremely rare trait of being able to make sorcerers and curse users as strong as gods… but only if she were in love with them.

It made Choso sick… being forced to watch Geto whisper sweet nothings full of lies with your head in his lap, stroking your hair with your eyes closed.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing really. Simply another addition to the thousand-year scheme of humans’ evolution and eventual eradication.

“So, you were a woman at some point? Were you always a woman?” You say, bringing Choso out of his own head. He’d been looking out of a window, as Geto instructed, making sure to notify him if anyone suspicious were to come by.

He keeps you here at one of these abandoned apartment complexes. Some of it is dilapidated, but the part where you live is completely intact. Decorated. Lived in. And it always smells like your perfume and whatever you made Geto for dinner.

“No, I was originally a man,” Geto replies.

“Oh, wow…” You lift your head from his lap, looking at him with awe-filled heart-shaped pupils. “...but just know that if you came back as a woman… I’d still like you.”

Geto smirks. “I know you would.” His large ruffles the top of your head. “Our love transcends gender identity.”

“Oh, Ken—!” He silences you with a finger to your lips. He pulls you into his lap.

“Now, now, what did I say?” He says, “Names are important, remember?”

“R-Right… G-Geto.”

“That’s the name that I prefer. Promise to remember.”

“I promise.”

“Good,” Geto mutters, closing the distance before kissing you deeply. When he breaks away, he rubs the bottom of your lip with his thumb. “Oh, how interesting. Fruit-flavored lip gloss?” He goes in again.

Choso’s jaw tightens, and he turns his attention to the outside before him. He treated you like a toy. His fists clench so tightly that blood is drawn. 

Geto breaks away. “I will be leaving now,” he says. “Choso will stay behind while Mahito and I handle an issue.”

“Wh-Wha? Take me with you.” Your heart-shaped pupils pulsate like a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), but I can’t put you in danger. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Then we can do whatever you want.”

In the reflection of the window, Choso could see Geto’s filthy hands creep up your inner thigh.

You break away with a yelp. “Geto! Choso’s right there!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll save it for tonight.” He places a kiss on your forehead before setting you aside so that he can rise.

“I'll be back.”

You frown. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’ll miss you, too, sweetheart.” He says, but he doesn't spare you a glance as he exits the room.

Your heart twists as he disappears out the door.

You look at Choso.

“Choso,” You call. He flinches, then stills.

“Choso, c’mere.” You whisper, your melodic voice beckoning. He can’t resist and obeys.

You grab his hand and rise from the couch. It’s warm and soft against his clammy, calloused one. “We should do something for Geto! Something sweet.”

Choso simply looks down at your hands, now intertwined, then back at your loving expression. “...I don’t think he needs anything…”

“Aw, c’mon, Choso, don’t be silly! Let’s make him cookies!” You try to pull him, but he doesn’t budge.

“You know I can’t go with you. I have to stay here and make sure no one is looking for you.” He mutters, avoiding your eyes.

“Well, I’m telling you to take a break. No one’s gonna find this place, Cho.” You say, tugging him again. Ever so slowly, he obeys, reluctantly letting you pull him where you want to go.

You pull him towards the kitchen, motioning him to sit at the kitchen island. 

Like Geto, Choso sitting there makes everything around him look small, even you. He watches as you go to a cabinet, standing on your toes to reach the handle before pulling out a small bag of powdered cookie dough.

Next comes the ingredients. He remains rigid as you put butter, an egg, and vanilla extract on the table, followed by a mixing bowl.

“Do you know how to make cookies, Choso?” You ask sweetly. He lowers his head, but his eyes remain on you.

“No,” he answers. “I only know what they taste like… from you.”

When you’d make things for Geto, the two of you would eat the leftovers together. The “imperfect” cookies you deemed not good enough for the love of your life.

“Well, I’m gonna teach you! Everyone makes it differently, okay? But for Kenja– I mean, Geto, I brown the butter, add extract, and I…”

Choso stops listening. Not on purpose, mind you. But being in your home like this without Geto’s supervision feels… wrong. Like he’s invaded a soft, pink dream, defiling a sacred place with his dark and disgusting presence.

But you don’t seem to mind. You are so open, honest, and loving. Even Mahito’s been in here before.

Of course, after making you cry, he’s been banned from coming in again.

You instruct Choso to mix the other ingredients while you wait for the butter to brown. The vanilla extract with the egg and extra yolk. His motions are unconfident and slow, but you reassure him that he’s doing well. The browned butter cools, and you sit beside him to add that as well. It takes some effort, but with his help, you make the dough. You have him wash his hands so that he can help put them onto the tray for the oven you’d preheated ten minutes ago.

“They only take about, like, eight minutes.” You tell him as you close the oven. He doesn’t reply, but his eyes continue to wander.

“Hm, Cho, you’re quiet today. Usually, you’re all like I love my brothers! But you’re like a church mouse today. You tired?” You tilt your head in that adorable way you don’t know that you do.

“...I was wondering,” he begins. “How did you meet him?”

“Geto?”

Choso nods. He knows… a little. But he wants to hear it from you. What kind of warped perception did you have of a man who was siphoning power from you and pretending to be your lover?

“It was… magical. Like something out of a fairytale,” You whisper. “My family, um, planned an arranged marriage for me when I was a girl. To a boy with powers like mine.” Your smile falters. “But he wasn’t very nice.”

You turn to Choso, quickly. “Do you know what it’s like, being abused and ignored? To cry and never have anyone care? To be so unhappy and uncared for that you essentially stop existing?”

Choso blinks. “Um–”

“But as long as you’re alive, it doesn’t matter how much you suffer… because you have to fulfill a duty for someone else.” Your lips press to a line, your bright eyes dimming for a second. “I was like a pretty bird in a rusting cage… but Geto opened it for me.”

“How did he do that?”

“For years, I’d lost sight of what love meant. My parents weren’t giving it to me. My, uh, ‘betrothed’ wanted nothing to do with me, despite us being made for each other. Then Geto appeared, like a dark prince in the night.” You clasp your hands together thoughtfully. “He said that he’d been looking for me, and that no one would appreciate me the way he could. Then he’d take me places—to see the world.”

He wanted to ask how old you were at the time, how long he had been doing this, and how he knew to come to you.

You flash a coquettish grin. “Why do you ask, anyway? You curious about love?”

“It’s just…” he rubs the nape of his neck. “If something were to happen to me, or Mahito, or Geto, what would you do? Would you be okay?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Um, of course I’d be fine. All of you guys are so strong. Nothing will happen to any of you, especially Geto.”

“What about your family? Do you care for them?”

The air shifts. Your heart eyes widen a fraction.

“Choso… stop with the touchy subjects!” You swat at his arm. 

“This is important, (y/n). If anyone from your family comes here, I have to kill them. And then what will happen if there’s no one here to take care of you?”

You look at Choso. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes before he folds and looks away. Then you smile. The light returns to your eyes, and your pupils pulsate.

“Aw, you’re worried about me! That’s so sweet~♡!”

The oven beeps. You hop up.

“They’re ready! I’m so excited!”

You hurry and take the cookies out, and the smell is immediately familiar. Choso forever associates the smell of delicate desserts with your comforting presence. You spatula off a few warm cookies for the two of you. Three of them. Two for him and one for you. The rest are seemingly for Geto.

You bite yours. “Try one,” you say. 

He obeys. Picking one up and taking a timid bite. The taste was so sweet that the sensation almost made him smile. He devours them.

“These were really good,” he says. You finish your single cookie, and it seems as though his compliment does something to you. A pink aura blooms from your body. Warm, gentle, and effortless. Wrapping around him, it feeds you better than any food or water could.

“Thank you so much, Choso!” Your large heart eyes sparkle. “And thank you for doing this with me. It means a lot.”

His mouth parts. A small sound comes out, but then he catches himself. He does it again.

“I love you.”

Your expression falls. Choso stills.

You blink, your heart-eyes widen in surprise.

He grimaces, face paling. “I—I didn’t mean— Not like that. I just… I meant I appreciate you. You’re very sweet and kind. I didn’t—”

“No, wait.”

Your hands move before he can retreat. You frame his face with your palms, gently fingers warm against his cheeks. You force his dark, tired eyes to meet your bright, earnest ones.

Choso stops breathing.

Your voice is soft and melodic, and your words are deeply poetic.

“There’s nothing more in this world worth living for more than love, Choso,” you say, eyes shining with sincerity. “Love is what makes everything beautiful. It’s the reason the sun feels warm in summer, why the flowers bloom in spring, why the hardest days of fall and winter feel lighter. Love is the only thing that matters and ever will matter.”

Your thumbs brush his cheekbones, holding him with surprising tenderness that he could break, but chose not to.

“I love Geto with all my heart. He is my true love. My everything. But that does not mean that I can’t cherish the love others hold for me. You loving me doesn’t make my feelings for him any smaller.”

Your dreamy expression is so beautiful.

“I crave love more than I crave air. It gives me life. It makes me feel real. So when you say things like that… even by accident… don’t take it back. Hold onto that feeling. It’s precious and beautiful. It… means something to me.”

“You’re important to me, too, Choso. So don’t be afraid, okay?”

You were so special.

So precious.

He wanted to tell you everything.

He wanted to pull you closer and confess how deeply, how painfully in love he was with you.

Instead, he swallowed it, pushing down that little piece of love that escaped back into that box deep in his heart.

His voice barely above a whisper, he says “...okay.” and nods numbly, forcing a neutral expression.

Moments later, the door creaks open.

You light up like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Geto! You’re back!” you squeal, darting from the kitchen to the front door, your small body launching itself into his arms with bubbly excitement.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you effortlessly. “I made you cookies! With extra vanilla, just how you like! Choso helped too.”

Geto smiles that calm, pleasant fake smile and presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you close to his chest. “Did he now? How useful of him. I’d only been gone for a few minutes, and you’ve already found time to make me more offerings.”

He turns his attention to Choso, who’s rigid in his seat. “Thank you for watching over her. You can go.”

Choso hesitates for a half second, eyes flickering to both of your faces. Then he rises from the stool and trudges to the exit without a word.

The door shuts with a soft click. 

Choso exhales heavily, his hand clenching the fabric of his shirt over his heart. He held the wall to steady himself. When he’s better, he doesn’t look back as he leaves.

Inside is different.

Geto gives a closed-eyed smile. “Now, let’s try these cookies you worked so hard on.”

Geto sits on your plush couch as you serve him like a king. As a wife should he says!

“They’re still warm. How do you like them?”

He hums. “You’re getting so much better.”

You abandon the cookie tray, cuddling closer to him to pepper his face with kisses. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Your pink aura blossoms even further. Geto indulges you, directing your lips towards his.

“I missed you,” you mutter against his lips. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he replies, pulling back.

He eyes you for a moment. Then speaks, his smooth voice losing a bit of character. “Did something happen with Choso?”

“Oh, yes!” You straddle him, placing both of your hands on his chest for support. “He was so sweet when helping me cook today. And he said something… really nice.”

Geto places his hands on your hips to steady you. “And what did he say?”

You know him for always smiling, but this time, he wasn’t.

“He said he loved me! And then he got all cute and embarrassed and tried to take it back. But I told him not to. I told him what you told me about love.”

You wrap your arms around his neck once more, nuzzling into his skin and the fabric of his robes. His arms wrap around you, holding you close again. He held you tighter, and his smile returned. 

“That’s so sweet of you, (y/n),” he murmurs against your hair, warmth returning to his tone. “You have such a beautiful heart. I’m glad Choso was kind to you.”

He kisses you deeply, pouring every ounce of carefully calculated affection until you melt into him with a happy sigh.

Suddenly, you’re lifted, swapping places with him so that he’s on top. His robe is loose, allowing you to see his bare chest before the cloth slides down his shoulder. 

You immediately turn red. “Ugh, this body you chose… you’re gonna kill me…” You mutter, covering your face with your hands, but peaking through your fingers to keep looking.

“I chose it for you,” he says. “Now, I must reward you for always being so good to me.” His finger rubs your cheekbone tenderly, dark eyes drinking you in.

He leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, tongue sliding against yours until your head spins. His hands slide under your shirt, palms warm against your bare skin, mapping every inch like he’s reminding himself exactly who you belong to.

You whimper softly into his mouth, legs parting instinctively as he settles between them. The pink aura pulses stronger, feeding into him in waves.“Geto…” you breathe, voice already breathy and sweet. “I love you so much…”

“I know,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “And I’m going to remind you exactly why that love belongs only to me.”

He pushes your shirt higher, exposing your soft curves, and kisses down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. Every touch is deliberate, possessive, controlled. He takes his time undressing you, peeling away the soft pink layers until you’re bare beneath him on the couch.

When he finally sinks into you, slow, deep, and unrelenting, you cry out in that sweet voice of yours, hands clenching his broad shoulders.

Geto fucks into you with steady, claiming thrusts, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other grips your hip with bruising force.

Your legs fold as he leans down to rest his forehead on yours, still thrusting, breath mingling with yours.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“Y-You,” you gasp softly, biting your lip with pleasure. “Only you… my true love… my everything—”

Every thrust, every declaration makes the invisible pink aura flare brighter, pouring your power of given strength into him. He groans low, hips snapping harder, chasing the rush that only you can give him in his thousands of years of living. 

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against your lips, voice rough with pleasure. “So sweet… so devoted… even when others try to take what’s mine.”

You come first, sobbing his name as your walls clench around him, the pink light exploding around you both. Kenjaku follows moments later, burying himself deep with a low, satisfied sound, hips grinding against yours as he fills you.

Afterward, he doesn’t pull out right away.

He stays inside you, holding your trembling body against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair.

“I love you… so much…”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, the loving boyfriend mask perfectly back in place.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I love you, too. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

The two of you stay cuddled together for a while and eventually, you doze off, feeling safe and loved by your true love.

Geto puts you to bed, promising to come back and spend the night with you. His perfect little princess.

When Geto exits the room, he exhales. He places a hand on his chest, feeling his own arousal calming. 

“This body really seems to adore her as well.”

“Whoa! I heard you two in there! Kinda intense.” A mocking voice pops around the corner, a stupid smirk plastered on his patchwork face.

“Mahito,” Geto’s eyes narrow. “I told you to stop listening to us.

“Ugh, I can’t help it! She sounds too cute when she’s a mess. I wonder if I can make her do that with me~!” Mahito places his chin between his fingers, licking his lips. 

“Stop,” Geto commands. “I won’t tolerate that behavior even as a joke.”

“What? She has a pretty voice! The way she whimpers your name when you’re deep inside her? ‘Geto~ ah— I love you—’” He does a terrible, high-pitched imitation, then laughs.

“Mahito.”

“You’re no fun… but you know what wouldn’t be fun for you? If Lord Sukuna’s gift turned up pregnant.” He snickers to himself.

“What I do with (y/n) is none of your business, Mahito. Let me make this very simple for you,” he continues, tone never rising. “If I ever catch you listening to her again — if I even suspect you’re lingering outside that door while she’s crying out my name… I will transfigure every single nerve in your body into something that screams continuously for the next hundred years.”

He takes a step closer, voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I will make sure you stay conscious the entire time. No relief. Just endless, perfect agony. And when I finally get bored, I’ll feed what’s left of you to the lowest-grade curses so they can pick your soul apart piece by piece.”

Mahito’s grin faltered for half a second.

Geto’s smile returned, soft and pleasant once more. “Do we understand each other?”

Mahito raised both hands in mock surrender, though his eyes were still sparkling with mischief. “Wow, possessive much? Fine, fine. Message received. I’ll keep my ears to myself… mostly.”

Geto didn’t laugh.

“Where is Choso? I must speak with him.”