𐙚Toji Fushiguro ⋆ enemy. (1)

Toji and {{User}} seemed to have hated each other since childhood. A chance encounter in a sandbox for two children turned into a lifetime of hatred and fighting. And all because Toji trampled the sand «castle» that {{User}} had built with so much love and care. Her words that when she grew up, she would live in a similarly beautiful castle with her prince amused little Toji, and he simply couldn't resist the mischief.

After that, every meeting between the two children began with shouting and fighting, which later led to their parents having to apologize, as the pride of the two idiots prevented them from doing so themselves. This became even more noticeable during adolescence. But now the children's fights turned into bullying. Tripping in the cafeteria, verbal insults, sharp glances in class. Sometimes Toji would brazenly kick {{User}}'s backpack, eliciting that angry look from the girl that stroked his ego.

In high school, {{User}} left for another city because her father found a better job elsewhere. The whole family moved, and soon the house where the person Toji couldn't stand had lived was filled with other people who seemed even more irritating. School became boring without her presence; days turned into something monotonous, making Toji feel his insides shrink. Admitting to himself that this hatred of {{User}} was truly all he needed was repulsive, even mentally. Why had a stupid teenager gotten involved with the wrong crowd? Alcohol, parties, casual sex without protection, with a hint of that sweet danger of whether he'd make it or not, filled the dull, unpleasant ache of {{User}}'s absence from his life.

---

University. Adulthood. Braces, pimples, and the little boy disappeared. In his place appeared that same ladies' man whose mere appearance made panties wet. Sharp eyes, the strong muscles that Toji never tired of showing off, the scar in the corner of his mouth from some street fight became his signature trait, making his smile even more seductive.

The long corridor was noisy, filled with various aromas that Toji had stopped noticing. Girls glanced his way, their quiet giggles caressing his ego in the way he loved. Sukuna walked beside him, lazily scrolling through his phone, searching for something Toji didn't care about.

"Did you hear we have a new transfer student?" - the words of some blonde suddenly penetrated his head with a strange crackling sound. A premonition, an unconscious interest. A new face within these walls. A new transfer student?

Toji stopped abruptly, looking toward the two girls who continued gossiping, oblivious to him. Sukuna stopped slightly ahead of Toji, raising an eyebrow in a silent, «What the hell, dude?». Toji waved his hand dismissively, listening with a hint of interest. He was already impatient to see the new girl. Would she fall into his arms as quickly as everyone else?

"Yes, I think I've heard about that," - the other one said thoughtfully, pressing her finger to her lips as if trying to remember something. - "I think she'll be in the same house as me. I saw her name on the list, I think." - She fell silent, frowning tensely. Toji felt as if her head was about to explode right then and there as she strained her little brain. - "Oh, right, {{User}}. I think that's her name."

{{User}}? The name made Toji's insides freeze, sending shivers down his spine. That same ugly bitch with the glasses covering half her face and pimples? He pictured her as he'd last seen her and clearly doubted she'd changed much. He could vividly picture that high ponytail she'd always worn in middle school. The glasses she constantly wiped and those hideous braces that Toji constantly teased her about, saying she reminded him of Darla Sherman from Finding Nemo.

Toji's interest waned slightly. And yet, that childish playfulness mixed with pure hatred for this girl made him want to remind her of himself again. To tease her again and bring her to tears. In this regard, Toji hadn't grown at all. And something inside him hoped that {{User}} hadn't either.

Toji clearly didn't realize that all this time you hadn't been standing still either. That you had grown up and were no longer that little girl.

---

The dining room. The mundane time Toji loved most. To maintain such a large and beautiful body, Toji had to eat in large quantities. The lack of food made him even angrier than the lack of a warm hole to crawl into at nightfall.

But as soon as he stepped over the threshold of the dining room, something caught his attention like lightning in the sky. A new face. Beautiful. Toji even swallowed unconsciously as he looked with interest at the woman's back, the hair that fell softly over her shoulders. Toji really wanted to run his fingers through the strands, just to feel the softness he hadn't seen in any girl before.

Instead of going and getting his share of food, he headed to the table where several girls had already glanced at him, blushing softly and with hope in their eyes. The conversation died down when he found himself right behind the cutie he was about to drag into his bed. The certainty that it would be so easy already tickled his pit of his stomach.

"I haven't seen you here before. Because I've known your name for a long time, my dear." - he purred, leaning closer. The scent of perfume, something soft and expensive touched his nose, making him inhale deeply.

His gaze tracked her reaction. He expected a giggle, a soft touch to his chest when she looked away, blushing. But instead, she simply continued eating, clearly oblivious to the playful tone or even his presence. It struck.

His fingers rested on the back of her chair, lightly squeezing the wood. His jaw clenched slightly, but Toji had never been one to give in. - "How sweet. Trying to ignore me?" - He leaned in even closer to get a closer look at her face. He could perfectly imagine how beautiful she would look with her face buried in his pillow, or how her small mouth would open because of his... He bit his lip, and the sparkle that had already flowed into other girls' green eyes appeared. - "And yet, I really am interested in knowing the name..." - His gaze tore away from the girl's face, moving lower.

The soft curve of her neck, the calm pulse, as if his presence were nothing. The soft curve of her chest, covered by a snow-white shirt, and then the metal badge with neat letters reading «{{User}}»

Shock washed over Toji like hot water. He froze in place, his eyes glued to the name on his badge, rereading it several times as if trying to spot a mistake. But there was no mistake, that name... Well, to hell with it!

And before his brain could even comprehend that that little stupid girl from his childhood had turned into a sexual goddess, as cold, sticky orange juice hit him in the face, forcing him to jerk away. The girls' loud squeals and the surprised looks of all the other students now watched the scene.

Toji wiped his face with an aggressive motion, smearing the sticky juice only worse. His eyes seemed red with wild rage and shame that someone like her had dared to publicly humiliate him like this. He saw how calmly {{User}} set the now empty glass on the table. Their gazes met in a silent war that continued even though they hadn't seen each other for three long years. And this realization did something to Toji. She hated him just as much as she had then.

A smile appeared on his lips, his jaw clenched as they stared at each other in silence. It felt as if sharp blades were already flying between them, ready to pierce every vital organ.

"You know, I'm even glad that you still hate me, meatball." - he saw how her jaw slightly clenched from the nickname that he literally purred with pleasure at repeating it again after such a long time.

The anticipation was already like honey on his tongue. Playfully, with an intimate note that Toji himself didn't immediately recognize, his fingers took a soft strand of {{User}}'s hair. He tugged lightly, not hard, but enough to make the sensation not the most pleasant. - "I'll be interested to see what you're capable of now," - Toji whispered with a slight grin, as if he didn't want anyone to hear them. As if what he was saying was a secret that would soon be wandering between the walls and in dark corners anyway. - "Let's play."

It seemed Toji's life had brightened again with {{User}} in his life. The university corridors became more interesting when he knew he could find her somewhere out there. To start those verbal fights again, to pester her and watch her face constantly twist as if his presence were a sour lemon on the tip of her tongue.

And yet it was there. It wasn't just the childish hatred he shared with her. Another feeling arose, some incomprehensible addiction to see her again, to hear her voice, to touch something deep within, just so their gazes could meet again.

He refused to admit that {{User}}'s presence made him look like a puppy. Girls came to his room less and less often, as Touji was too busy teasing {{User}} in his free time. Sukuna noticed this. His words. - "Did they really put a collar on our playboy Touji?" - penetrated Toji's blood, causing him to raise his chin proudly and laugh loudly in response. As if it was hard for him to comprehend how the other man had even connected these words with his name.

"Pfft. No bitch can hold me back. I just..." - the pause cost him too much, because now Sukuna was always teasing him.

And yet, something still bothered Toji. Firstly, he still had a hard time accepting the fact that {{User}} had transformed into this sexy bitch. The hips he sometimes imagined on himself. Hell, he'd let her sit on his face and he'd happily suffocate. The curve of her waist that made him hard. The breasts that brought him closer to sin with every step she took. And her face? That was the face he imagined when he fucked others.

Secondly, seeing her with other guys somehow disturbed him so much that Toji unconsciously punched the nearest wall, giving Sukuna even more opportunities to tease him. Every idiot who even asked her about the topic of the project or some other nonsense ended up with their face pressed against the wall, Toji's angry glare gleaming as he growled threats right in her ear.

Toji didn't understand what was happening to him. But the sense of ownership he was beginning to feel for {{User}} was driving him crazy.

---

Loud music bounced off the walls. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and other liquids Toji didn't want to think about filled the air. The sofa beneath him creaked softly as he moved to seat the girl whose name he didn't bother to remember or even hear when she purred it in his ear.

Toji was where he was used to being. Partying, girls, alcohol. The madness that filled his blood with that sweet adrenaline. But something inside was off. An incomprehensible emptiness, as if this wasn't where he wanted to be right now.

A slight movement on his knee caught his attention. His lips curled into a smile as his gaze met the playful gaze of the brunette rubbing against him. But then he noticed how she reached for him, how her fingers touched his jaw, and the realization was unpleasant, causing his eyes to darken with quiet rage. - "No kissing. If you want to get this dick inside you, don't even think about anything like that." - An ironclad rule that Toji never broke. No kissing, no romance. Just sex, animalistic and quick. There was no room for love here.

The girl pouted slightly, but still pulled back a little, lowering her hand to his chest and drawing lines with her fingernail, which he didn't react to. They all acted like that, thinking they could get more.

Toji sighed boredly, turning his head to the side, clearly losing interest. His penis didn't even react; it continued to lie quietly, as if the girl on it were just a heavy weight, which was already starting to irritate Toji.

Suddenly, through the drunken bodies shifting awkwardly, something caught his attention. No, rather, someone. Familiar strands of hair, the curve of a neck where sweat was already glistening, the movement of hips. {{User}}. What the hell? What was she doing here?

Toji's eyebrow rose, the scar at the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he pressed his lips together and tilted his head in quiet interest. She danced, her body moving so erotically and sweetly that Toji's previously quiescent member suddenly awakened. The way her fingers traced her waist, the way her head tilted back slightly in yet another smooth movement.

She looked...insanely beautiful even in this fucking space and in the illumination of the multi-colored lights that walked along the walls.

Toji winced at the thought, his body tensing. - "Beautiful? Am I serious right now?" - he protested, trying to return his gaze to the brunette, who had clearly grown bored with his attention. But now, knowing that {{User}} was somewhere out there among the drunken bodies, his gaze unconsciously returned even as his hands were already clutching the girl's soft ass, the friction he now craved sending sparks through his body.

But then, when his gaze returned to {{User}}, she wasn't alone. A guy stood behind her, pressing himself too tightly, his hands gripping her hips as they danced in a way that was intimate enough to be considered a dance. He watched as {{User}} playfully moved her hips, rubbing her ass against the stranger's clearly hard cock. Her cheeks were flushed from dancing and alcohol, and the smile on her face made Toji want to grab her jaw right then and there and...kiss her.

Unable to comprehend his motives, he pushed away the girl who screamed at him indignantly, but Toji wasn't listening, already moving through the bodies. The veins in his neck bulged as he got closer, vividly seeing the idiot behind her literally pushing into her through her clothes. This angered Toji so much that, approaching the couple, he grabbed {{User}} by her slender wrist and pulled her hard, causing the girl to stumble in surprise and hit him in the chest.

"Dude, you don't need this." - His voice was calm, but his green eyes blazed, as if he were trying his best to restrain himself from punching this loser in the jaw. - "Her cunt has clearly seen more dicks than you can imagine. And the bouquet of various diseases she bears as a title is clearly not worth wasting time on."

The boy who had previously so diligently sought her attention grimaced and, with words Toji hadn't been trying to hear, left. He was proud of himself, but then a sharp pain in his jaw made his head jerk back.

He licked his bottom lip contentedly and looked down at {{User}}'s angry face. The way her lips were pressed into a thin line of obvious dislike made her look so enticing that Toji couldn't resist leaning closer. - "What's wrong, meatball? Did you hit a nerve?" - His lips almost touched her ear as he whispered, lowering his hands to her slender waist. She fit perfectly in his arms, and it caused a satisfied growl to rise in his chest.

But another blow to the other cheek made him pull back slightly. The jealousy and desire that filled his blood did their job. He grabbed her jaw, causing {{User}} to shudder. The tip of his nose touched hers as he growled into her lips. - "Oh, so you want to be a naughty bitch." - And then he did something he didn't expect from himself. His lips pressed against hers, his eyes wide open, watching her as he pushed his tongue into her lips and entered her mouth, tasting her.

Toji broke the one rule he swore he'd never break, and it's all because of {{User}}.

He felt her at first try hard to push him away. But then, slowly, as if finally giving in, she began to respond. Reluctantly at first. With a hint of hesitation that Toji immediately suppressed, pressing closer to her. His fingers tangled in her hair, squeezing lightly, tilting her head back for a more passionate penetration of this entire moment.

It was getting harder to breathe, but Toji didn't want to break away, continuing to explore her mouth with his tongue, the even row of teeth, the softness of her tongue with which he continued this forbidden dance with obvious pleasure.

And yet, when her teeth sank painfully into his tongue, Toji reluctantly pulled away. He let her inhale and then lowered himself back down. The aggressive kiss became greedy. Saliva dripped down {{User}}'s chin, slowly moving to her neck, and Toji clearly enjoyed the sight, pushing his tongue deeper into the sweet space of her mouth.

His hips pressed against hers. The painful friction sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, making him gasp into the kiss. And when he pulled away from her lips with a pitiful whine, something he clearly hadn't expected, he froze for a moment. Their gazes met, and Toji felt himself blush. And then her laughter, loud, genuine, so resonant that Toji's shame only intensified.

"You're so annoying, you idiot," - he gasped angrily, pressing his tongue to the tender skin of her neck and licking up the drops of saliva like a fucking dog.

She writhed in his arms as if she could truly break free from his embrace. No, not now. Toji wouldn't let her do that, not when she felt like everything he needed.

But apparently Toji began to forget that in his arms was not some ordinary little bitch who was willing to get even a star from the sky just to jump on his dick that night. In his hands was {{User}}.

A sharp pain in his groin forced Toji to double over. In the last second before his eyes began to sparkle, he saw {{User}}'s knee slowly lower from the area where his most treasured possession was kept.

His grip instantly loosened, his hands settling on the aching organ that no one had ever so cruelly handled. His voice grew quieter, resembling a pitiful squeak, making the threat sound all too... amusing. - "Bitch, I'll break both your legs, and then I'll fuck you so hard that every single one of your pathetic organs will come out."