For Fucks Sake, Put Your Flesh Chandelier Away For Five Seconds [CWs: Lobotomy, Cannibalism, Outdated Medical Practices]

[CRYBABY]

Red. All Toji saw was red in the moment before his fist flew, punching Satoru square in the face possibly breaking his pretty nose. With the last ounce of sympathy Tojii had for the other out the window he threw the man to the floor and stepped firmly on his chest. “Keep Megumi out of your head or I swear to God I’ll make you really wish you had died alongside your ex.”

Toji was aware of Satoru and Suguru’s relationship and how it ended so tragically. He had to stay late the night of the half successful half failure suicide pact the two had since he hadn’t clocked out before the bodies were found. A shame since he had a cute little daddy daughter ‘date’ planned with Tsumiki that day; oh well. Suguru was one of his most difficult patients, he was constantly trying to self harm in any way he could, even resorting to trying to drink hand sanitizer so his death was more of a blessing for Toji. But a curse when it came to Satoru surviving. The white haired man was inconsolable, rightfully so, but Toji didn’t give a shit that he had just lost the only person he ever loved, the only person that ever understood him– or whatever sappy bullshit Satoru would recite. Everyone loses someone they love, someone that understands them more than anyone else. Get over it; that’s what Toji had to do.

Damn. Despite his harsh feelings on the matter, Toji knew that was a low blow. If anyone said something like that about his late wife, well, they’d no longer have a tongue, but the man was seething, he was beyond heated. He loomed over Satoru grinding his teeth beneath a twisted scowl, flexing his fisted hands. He hated Megumi, loathed Megumi, he just wanted the little bastard out of his fucking life for good but that didn’t mean the kid deserved to be some freak perverts next fantasy. Megumi was soft, Megumi was fragile, he couldn’t defend himself, hell he couldn’t even stand up to Toji in a verbal dispute. He was weak, pathetic, scrawny, easy to manipulate… he was just like her, just like her, just like her…

It was getting late. Megumi could hear the birds chirping their sunset melodies while the bugs began to buzz around but there was still no sign of his dad and the exhausted teen was becoming impatient. Toji had warned him and Tsumiki time and time again never to step foot inside his workplace, matter of fact they weren’t supposed to even go near it let alone wait for him outside for the past half hour or so.

Thunder roared in the distance causing Megumi to look away from his phone to notice the dark clouds overhead. After resting his ankle for a bit he decided to put his shoe back on and continue the walk home hoping he’d beat the rain but when his foot fully touched the ground he nearly yelped in pain, there was no way he’d make it home like this without further damage. “Damnit,” he sighed, putting his phone back in his pocket. With a deep sigh he hobbled toward the front gate of the asylum knowing he’d get reemed by Toji one way or another but at least this way he wouldn’t be a soaking wet rat.

Much to his surprise when he entered the facility there was no one manning the front desk. He looked beyond the glass window to see if perhaps the receptionist was busy with something else but he was met with an empty chair, some dirty food containers, and a few video monitoring systems. Weird. This was 1907 (/j) so a 15 year old boy limping through the halls that housed convicted criminally insane individuals was not a problem. Megumi held his backpack strap tight as he tried to avoid any wandering eyes, he looked down at the floor trying to find a familiar pair of black sneakers or heels that belonged to a stereotypical head nurse.

[cynnabnnuy]

Yuta fucking whimpers when the two fight before him, trapped in his little corner as his thighs pressed together. What a stupid, pathetic little rat, already excited on the first day, and he barely even got checked in. Could he be blamed, though? I mean... look at Toji, not to mention the man was the first (living) person to ever stand up for him. It was a confusing time, but he couldn't help wanting to cling to him for comfort, safety, or maybe just... because he was big and seemed like he'd hold him tightly. If he held him. But, he couldn't, right? Not yet, at least.


With the only staff that mattered and the gory broadcast coming to a completion, though, the cannibal was interested in the lack of attention. He'd have to thank Satoru for the distraction later that night. Or maybe tomorrow, since he seemed distracted by a new member of the crew. Not that he gave a shit either way. What he did give a shit about, though...

The pretty little thing who just walked past the empty reception desk.

Red eyes narrowed, pupils barely slits in the pools of crimson, he stalked closer, breathing controlled and precise as he moved towards the boy. Why he, a puny twig, was in a place like that was beyond him, but he continued anyway. Slowing once he was a few paces away, he practically purred as he approached the boy, cooing softly as he leaned close to his ear. "My my... are you lost dear lamb? What's a precious little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

Voice rough from little use, he leaned against the other's side gently, his body unnaturally warm as he tilted his head to rest on Megumi's shoulder. "It doesn't look like you belong here, or are you just visiting, doll?" Speaking the question like it'd be a shame if he didn't return, Sukuna let his lips curve with a slight smirk as he did, watching the teen as if he were a rabbit hopping through freshly trimmed grass. "It's been a long time since I've seen anyone as beautiful as you, what's your name?" Not that he'd use it, the grimy fucker, but he wanted that damned muzzle off. And he wanted to taste the boy he was pressed up against, but that could come later.

[DirtyDeku]

Well. Can't say he didn't deserve that, and in a way he doesn't see any point in fighting back. Would he have chosen to be beaten to death over dying with Suguru like he had meant to? No. Absolutely not. Would he take it over living another day knowing he was the way he was? Sure. It's 1907 and no one gives a fuck, so Toji hitting him wouldn't be something to get fired over, and again it was completely understandable to have that reaction to Satoru's remark. Mentioning his dead boyfriend was... ehh... It was probably less of an offense than what Satoru said. Not that he'd treat it that way.

His nose gushes blood before he even realizes what's happened, and when he does, he instinctively moves his hands up to cover it to protect from another assault. Fuck. It was probably broken too, which meant being looked over by him. Satoru's eyes well with tears, staring up at Toji indignantly. He's more angry at the mention of Suguru and the possibility of having to be near the thing wearing his skin, not so much the injury itself. Losing somebody was normal, everyone had to do it, but fuck-- Satoru had nobody. His parents were happy to pretend he was kidnapped and murdered, none of his other relatives questioned his disappearance because of what he'd done to get here in the first place, and now the only other person who wasn't paid to look after him was gone and he had to see something using Suguru's visage.

He had nightmares about it every now and then, though they were much less frequent now than they were when Suguru had first left him. Wandering around his house in the dark, in a body that hadn't yet been touched by puberty-- before he began to crave the touch of another. Before he was thrust into a miserable existence, seeking affection from anybody but the two people who were supposed to love him more than anything in the world. He'd always round a corner and come upon a darkened figure in the doorway of his bedroom, hanging from a noose, limp. Dead. But it wasn't a darkened figure, it was Suguru, and once Satoru had noticed him he would lift his head and the top of his head would split open. Kenjaku, embedded in Suguru's cranium, making a bone-chilling chattering sound. Teeth gnashing.

Satoru would wake up in a cold sweat every single time, and the majority of the time he would weep into his pillow, curled into himself and wishing they had met in better circumstances.

"Are you any b-better than me? When's the last time you told Megumi you loved him? K-Keep scorning him if you're so eager to have a kid like me," He spits, blood still pouring from his nose. Pants through his frustration with his mouth open, red tinging his teeth and tongue. "Try telling me you'd keep your cool if something was using your wife's image to taunt you. You'd be a fucking liar."

[CRYBABY]

Toji's heart softened when Satoru looked up at him with those big, teary eyes much to his surprise. He kind of reminded the man of a kicked puppy, the kind of puppy you'd consider taking to the pound after coming home from a long day at work to see your house trashed, but a puppy nonetheless. Satoru was easily Toji's least favorite person, he was loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and oddly entitled, but there was a tragedy about him that made Toji think for a second before tackling him to the floor on a good day. The foot on the other's chest lightened up though Toji did not remove it.

He knew what the other meant by that. A short time after Suguru died an aspiring young psychiatrist was assigned to the asylum specifically overseeing halls D-F, D being the hall Toji worked in. Kenjaku was said to be an innovator, a man 50 years ahead of his time, and a blessing to the psychiatric community-- he was smart, well-mannered, and eccentric which meant Toji had no idea what to expect during their first meeting. What Toji wasn't expecting to see when he first walked into the doctor's office was Suguru Geto sitting behind the desk which a freshly healing scar running along his scalp. At first Toji was convinced this was just some kind of mind game, thinking he had taken one too many pills that morning and this was just some fucking OD that he'd wake up from in a few hours, so he let it slide, but the more he saw Kenjaku that day the more he realized this was no delusion. Suguru Geto was back and he was running the psych ward.

Satoru's reaction to Kenjaku was a constant reminder to Toji that there was a fucking body snatcher not only walking this Earth but playing doctor at the local psych hospital. Most days he could ignore this fact considering the generous amount of fentanyl and various other drugs that he would be given by Kenjaku in exchange for helping find appropriate patients for his various experiments. Just to be brought back to reality but Satoru's screeching and clawing at the walls trying to get away

Keep your mouth shut while you're ahead Satoru! Would've been a great warning before Toji lifted him up off the ground by his scrawny neck to slam him up against the wall. They were close again so much so that blood from the patient's bloody nose sprayed Toji in the face with every pant. "Your good for nothing family abandoned you, wrote you off as dead to the entire world by press conference," he grinned, allowing a small chuckle to pass his lips, "and you were fucked up long before they did any of that. My kid will never end up like you, end up in a place like this."


The lost boy's blood ran cold the minute he heard a raspy voice speak directly into his ear causing him to freeze. For the first time since the shooting he wished he left his hearing aids at home. Dark eyes looked up to meet blood red, he swallowed hard before responding trying to keep his tone leveled which was yet another challenge since the attempt on his life. "I'm not lost." he lied, suddenly at a loss for words, taken aback by this guys more regal way of speaking.

Though when the man was leaning against him, resting his head on the boy's shoulder, Megumi turned stiff, gripping the strap of his backpack unbelievably tight while his cheeks dusted a light pink. People didn't pay too much attention to him, he was the type of person you accidentally cut in front of in line at the Auntie Anne's in the mall because you just.. didn't see him standing there, which made the boy hungry for attention whether he wanted to admit it or not. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to get said attention considering the type of people that roamed these walls. "I'm just visiting a friend," another lie, damn Toji would be proud.

At the mention of him being beautiful Megumi nearly melted into a puddle of the filthy floor. Megumi wasn't pretty, no, Tsumiki was pretty that was made apparent by the line of students and grown men that throw themselves at her daily. But Megumi? Even if they both inherited their mom's soft features, the spider-locked boy was never regarded as such not even by his own family. "Don't flatter me and I really shouldn't be telling you my name." he stood his ground despite the clear signs of interest-- his now red cheeks, the way his knees almost buckled, the uncertain tone in his voice.

[cynnabnnuy]

Whether it was fine or not, no one was coming to help, and miraculously or not, Rika had vanished for the moment, probably slinking off to cause problems. Great. What a phenomenal day. Yuta was dumbfounded by the insults tossed between the two, stunned that anyone could be... like either of them. It was intense, and he was mortified, but wow... seeing Toji lift the other off the ground, he stumbled further into the corner, some of the other teen's blood going further and landing on his cheek as his eyes widened. He could barely breathe, but that was too much. Regardless of the two before him, tears welled in sunken, doey eyes, Yuta's heart raced as he tried to slink away from the two silently. Best not to cause more problems on his first day... He'll just hide in his room until something drags him out.


Sukuna chuckled at the tension, the sound deep and devoid of humor before he met the other's eyes and hummed at his answer. It was almost endearing. "Of course not, dear." Purring the words out, he looked over the tinged features, noting his unkempt appearance and the way the boy responded to him. His demeanor said a lot more than he wanted it to, made clear by the lacking control of his tone and the spread of blood in his cheeks. Fuck... he had no idea how tantalizing that was, and it showed. But, Sukuna was patient, he'd waited longer for less appealing prey, and this was only the beginning.

"A friend... is that so?" Slowly pulling away, he blinked slowly, eyes dragging over the other with calculated hunger before he shook his head slightly. "I am to assume that this friend is aware of your arrival as well?" Mocking him a bit, he clicked his tongue lightly before leaning closer, lowering himself to the boy's level as his lips pulled in a twisted, deceptively disarming smile. "I would like to continue flattering you, though, are you certain you want me to stop? Or are you merely afraid of me?"

As he spoke, he took a step back, giving the other space to create false comfort as he straightened back up, leaning his head from one side to the other to crack his neck. "For a liar, you're quite easy to read, but I must admit, it suits you." Making the comment casually, he glanced towards the common room briefly, thinking before he spoke up again, clearly not interested in keeping that muzzled mouth shut. "You look lonely, little lamb, you should visit your friend more often." Not so subtle with... well, anything, he kept staring, observing the other from a distance given to create a feeling of safety and a desire to approach. It was a test to see if the other would close the distance with the heat removed, if he'd approach him after a few compliments, or if he'd run off to find his "friend" with the man restrained and stepping down.

[DirtyDeku]

Satoru, getting choked out? It's exactly as likely as you'd guess. At least it meant he couldn't retort, which was a good thing considering the thin ice he was treading. Plus, losing bloodflow to his brain makes for a quick forgetting of what he was even arguing with Toji about. The blood leaking from his nose begins to slow down, but his tears absolutely do not. He gasps and wriggles in the other's grasp, expression changing from indignant to regretful and anguish. Fuck. Now he has to deal with the doctor and he's shit out of luck in regards to getting Toji to slip him something to help him be anywhere but here during his examination. Not to mention he'd probably get dunked in ice water or whatever horse shit Kenjaku decided to do to him, citing scientific research. Bullshit. He was torturing them all and took pleasure in it.

His eyelids droop at the edge of consciousness, mouth gaping and closing like a dying fish. Images of Suguru flash in his mind, memories he cherished so dearly. Stealing his hairtie while he walked behind him, Suguru looking down at him as they lay entangled on the couch in the common area, sharing his desserts with Satoru because he didn't like sweets that much, his hand on his back when he was purging. His smiling face.

A crack across the middle of his forehead.

Exposed brain matter, pulsing in time with a stolen heartbeat.

Teeth.

Satoru comes to a couple seconds after he's been released, backing himself up as far as he possibly could to the wall. His eyes are panicked and dart around, sweat beading on his face, chest heaving as he breathes, rubs clumsily at his nose with his palm. Wincing when it confirms his suspicion that it'd been broken. Tears starting again and sobs wracking his body, vulnerability. Shaking voice. "I don't want to see him. I... I-I won't ask you for anything for the rest of the week if you-- I don't know! I don't know, I don't know, I don't want to see him ever again."

"Please help me," He sobs, knowing fully that he doesn't deserve to be helped, but an empty threat being met with psychological torture isn't particularly fair. Hell-- he knows damn well that nothing in life is fair. Still. "If you can't fix it then just-- j-just tell me how to and I will an'... an' I won't be a pain in your ass ag-gain this we-ek!"

[CRYBABY]

Sometimes Toji forgets that Satoru was a 16 year old kid, oops. Then the white haired boy would go ahead and do something like this reminding the warden that he wasn’t dealing with a grown man but with a stupid teen that had a rough past. Fuck.

Seeing Satoru's body limp on the floor brought Toji back down to Earth. He had gone too far, he really had, choking this idiot until he passed out wasn’t exactly an equal punishment to the empty threat he gave Megumi. There was no reason for Megumi to even come in here for Satoru to even be a real threat to him so why had he gotten so fucking mad? Toji’s feelings were complex. He hates his son and he hates Satoru, he beats on his son and he beats on Satoru, he jerks off to the thought of Megumi under him and he lets Satoru suck him off in the janitorial closet. It’s 1907, there is NO explanation for this because therapy doesn’t exist.

“Shut it,” he commanded, dropping down so they’d be eye level, he cupped Satoru’s face in his rather large hand and sighed, twisting his face to examine the fool’s nose between sobs and hiccups. The mix of blood and snot didn’t help him see but Toji was pretty sure he hadn’t fucked his nose up to the point of needing surgery. The nurse could easily pop it back into place though Satoru might pass out from the pain…

Without a word Toji stood, grabbing the patient by his arm and hoisting him up on his wobbly stick bug legs. The man considered asking if Satoru could walk but with his hyperventilating it was unlikely he’d give a clear answer so Toji hoisted him over his shoulder to walk down the hall, passing by Yuta’s room who had escaped before the hysterics unbeknownst to the two arguing. Why the hell is Satoru so skinny? He eats so many sweets.

They entered Satoru’s room and Toji dropped him on the bed like a sack of potatoes. “Sit on the edge of the bed and stop sniffling, you’re even uglier when you cry.” A huge fucking lie, one that even Sukuna might not pick up on. If there was one thing Toji liked about Satoru it was how glossy and red his mesmerizing eyes got when he was crying (usually crying as Toji throat fucked him but that was not the point here).

Once Satoru did as he was told, Toji got to work. He unsanitary cleaned any excess blood and other drippings from the kid’s nose with his shirt giving him zero warning before popping his nose back in place. With the amount of times he hit Megumi a little too hard growing up Toji was a pro at getting this done in one swift movement. Since he didn’t use any numbing injection nor did he bother to give Satoru some drugs beforehand he felt the boy go limp in his arms. Toji held him close to his chest for a bit too long before laying him down on his bed.

The man’s chuckle had the hair on the back of Megumi’s neck standing up. It was an eerie laugh like something you’d hear in a horror movie, matching perfectly with his unsettling appearance. Once Megumi allowed himself to look fully he was immediately enamored with the man in front of him. He was attractive even if half of his face was caged and locked away…perhaps the muzzle was what was attracting the boy? He didn’t know and right now he wasn’t in the right mind to think about it too hard. The way the muzzled man spoke had Megumi smitten, feeling more nauseous in the pit of his stomach with every word.

To the mocking question about his supposed friend, the high schooler shook his head but finding that he didn’t enjoy lying even to a complete stranger, he kept his mouth shut that time.
Maintaining eye contact through the discomfort when the man got down to his level, Megumi’s face lit up a rosy pink traveling down his neck and to his shoulders had they been visible. He swallowed hard, an obvious bob of his adam’s apple could be seen through his unbuttoned uniform shirt. “Do whatever you want then,” he replied, a clear sign that he did in fact want the man to continue flattering him. God that smile should have the boy turning to run in fear. His smile was heinous, uncomfortable, toothy and wide in a way that humans weren’t meant to stretch their mouths; it was almost like this guy wanted to eat him. But Toji’s son didn’t run, instead he smiled back against his better judgment. “I’m not scared of you, but it looks like someone is.” he motioned towards the restrictive devices the rose haired man wore.

When his lying was pointed out Megumi pouted slightly, frowning and looking to the side briefly. Of course he was a shit liar, he may be related to an abusive compulsive liar but although he got some of his looks from his dad he thankfully hadn’t inherited Toji’s personality. He paused for a moment before taking a step closer, falling into Sukuna’s trap just as the cannibal had planned. Dark eyes stared into red, there was something beyond those eyes that Megumi wanted to know more about. This guy didn’t seem so bad, he was a little creepy at times but he made Megumi feel… something? Having felt nothing for so long the boy was quickly becoming addicted to the idea of being… wanted? Is that what this feeling was? Being seen? It wasn’t often that Megumi wanted Tsumiki around but now was one of those times, she’d easily have put his feelings to words.

God, there he goes again knowing exactly what to say to give Megumi a false sense of being understood. The kid was lonely… really lonely, ever since his mom passed when he was a young child he hadn’t known a soft touch or a calming word. His dad was truly a piece of shit, Satoru would love to know what Megumi was thinking about right now. This man seemed interested in him, genuinely, even if his intentions were ill, not that Megumi knew that and he seemed kinda lonely himself. Why else would he be talking to strangers that stalked the hallways looking for their dad? He was unnerving so the likelihood that he had many friends even in a place like this was low.

The teen almost chickened out, almost just nodded and continued on looking for Toji, losing the second opportunity to make a friend today. He was done being a pathetic loser as his dad would put it, a freak with no friends and a failing future. He was tired of letting opportunities pass him by, he wasn’t long for this Earth anyway so what did it matter? Live a little, Megumi!

“Maybe I can visit you instead..."

[DirtyDeku]

For once in his God-damned life, Satoru listens when he's commanded to shut it. His fear is plenty visible in his expression though, tears slipping from his eyes despite his effort to stop crying. Sopping wet, disgusting creature. Even as he's lifted up and over Toji's shoulder, he sniffs and chokes on his own breath. Being seen by Kenjaku was not an option he wanted to consider. He'd off himself if he didn't fear messing up again, being examined again, waking up to his beloved's face but-- wrong. So, so wrong. Kenjaku used Suguru's face as if he were a bunch of eels slithering under wax paper, every expression completely wrong. Voice warped, extended periods of not blinking, gait and body language clumsy. It was exactly what occurred in horror movies, but Satoru was not able to escape under the blankets. He would always be back, always waiting for Satoru's behavior to ramp up to hysteria, swore he never meant to frighten the teen.

No matter how many times he's lashed out, dared Kenjaku to give him even just one instance in which he didn't mean to haunt him, he never got the answer he wanted. In that situation, though, the lack of answer only reinforced the fact that Kenjaku took Suguru's body to get a rise out of him. It was as obvious to Satoru as grass being green.

Satoru sits up on the bed like he was ordered to, has mostly contained himself, only sniffles wetly a couple of times. He doesn't have much time to do anything besides tremble as Toji sets up to fix him, loses consciousness without a sound, seems mostly at peace as Toji lays him down on the bed. Being out like a light was as peaceful as he could get with the looming threat of the doctor, anyways.

-

She was pissed. Oh, she was pissed. A girl like her shouldn't be expected to walk alone in the rain, and certainly not to a place like this. She usually had a ride, but apparently one of her gentlemen orbiters-- fuckin' losers with tons of cash-- had ended up having to stay home to look after his sick kid. It didn't matter he was a single father, she was not responding to him when he came crying back to her. A snotty-nosed brat shouldn't come before her, ever. She at least kept an umbrella in her school bag, so she wasn't sopping wet by the time she made it to Toji's workplace, but she'd rather eat her own soaked socks than stand outside waiting for him. So, she enters, folding her umbrella up and shaking it dry onto the floor. Not her problem. What was her problem, though, is figuring out where to find her piece of shit step-dad to take her home.

Lo and behold, her loser brother and one of the freaks they kept locked up here. She signs loser at him as she passes by, crinkling her nose. She and Megumi had been close at one time, as all siblings usually are, but as they got older it became quite apparent they were living two completely separate lives. Megumi was fine with blending into a crowd, staying quiet, not offering up his feelings. It was no wonder why Toji beat him half to death on a monthly basis. He wasn't going anywhere in life, and somehow he was just fine with that. Well-- not fine, but he couldn't even kill himself correctly. No wonder he'd seek attention from a freak like that. She was pretty sure he didn't even realize she was being mean to him half the time.

Tsumiki was, in her own eyes, living the best that she could. She wore expensive clothes, prettied herself with makeup, always smelled so sweet and alluring. She knew her worth as a young woman and flaunted it, sent explicit photos to older men, went on fake dates with them for even more money, dropped them as soon as they stopped being useful to her. She despised people who didn't even make an effort to look nice in public, people who gave up after three and a half kids, let themselves get fat. Her daily routines rivaled American Psycho, and frankly her inner monologues weren't that different. She's yet to put someone through a meat grinder and make a hamburger out of them, though.

Girl dinner, if you would.

She wanders until she finds her step-father, hovering over a patient. She has no question in her mind what he was about to do, but she steps into the room to look down at the freak he was supposed to be watching over. Huh. Kind of cute, though his nose wasn't as pretty as it had been before. Seemed a bit familiar, though she wasn't sure if it was from the newspapers or what. She purses her sticky, glossy lips and simply observes Satoru for a moment before deciding she wouldn't get another chance this easily. She peels the fellow teenager's pants and underwear down by the waistbands, nearly digs her manicured nails into Satoru's pubic mound, steps back and glares up at Toji as if it were his fault that Satoru was...

Well, she assumed the person on the bed was a guy, but her exploration had proved her somewhat wrong. Sort of? He had a cock-- a pathetically small one-- and a pussy, without a set of testicles. She's never seen anything like it, and frankly isn't sure if she's disgusted or intrigued. So, being bitchy like always would suffice. "This is what you've been doing? Thank God mom is dead, she would have had you locked up just like this freak."

A fair enough point, if she wasn't split open by her step-father's cock every chance she got, and if she wasn't exactly the same. Finding Toji passed out on the couch after a double shift was something she took advantage of frequently, lifting her skirt and backing herself up onto Toji's lap, rocking back and forth oh-so carefully. Sitting down on her knees and sucking him off, burying her nose in between his legs to smell that awful and addicting musk, cradling his sac in her palm. Getting one of her orbiters to give her their sleeping medication, slipping it into one of Toji's beers when he makes her get him one out of the fridge-- her humiliating secret. ...She thinks, anyways.

"My ride didn't show, so hurry up," She demands, pointedly looking down at Satoru and his exposed lower body. She was curious about him, at least a little bit, but mostly she was pissed off about having to get a ride home with Toji and Megumi. Plus, having to do away with the orbiter that had displeased her and replacing him. Oh, how pitiful. She has another reason to send grown men photos of her in her underwear.

[cynnabnnuy]

Inhuman eyes met the boy's, holding them until he swallowed. Then he looked to the curve of his throat, licking his lips slightly before he raised a brow at the other's response. There you go, baby... "What a good boy." Crooning as his voice lowered, his lips pulled wider at the other's mention of fear, a nod given as he tilted his head. "Is that so? Well, I had a tendency to... bite, but it'd be a shame marring your form." At least right off the bat, it would be. Once he'd snared the boy, it'd be a different story. But, his excitement only grew as the boy closed the gap, his heart hammering with the feeling of unbridled joy running through his veins like the ambrosia the teen's blood would be.

It was all too clear the boy needed more attention, more affection, and the cannibal was more than willing to give him all of that and more. In fact, he was determined to do so, channeling his desire for the boy's flesh into fanciful praises and compliments. It was almost sad how easy it was. Almost. He hummed softly at the other's realizations, though, letting him process all the meaningless thoughts behind dark eyes before the boy spoke again. There it was. "I would be more than honored to have someone so perfect keeping me company... even if only for a moment or two."

Knowing damn well there was no friend, he dropped the subject of the lie easily before someone disgustingly similar to the boy approached. His eyes narrowed at her overpowering odor, the only sign of his distaste remaining in crimson pools that stared at her as if she were another skidmark on the floor. And, to him, she very easily was.

But, with her gone, his focus returned to her brother, the far less repulsive of the two with his alluring skin and perfect natural scent on full display. His hunger only grew with the interruption, and as he took in the boy's musk, his smile returned, eerily soft as he motioned towards one of the doors with his head. "Would you care to sit with me a moment, my dear prince?" Flattery in full swing, he took a backwards step before turning to walk to his room, pushing the door open for the other without bothering to check if he was following. Then, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he sat in the middle, legs spread to give the other no room to seat himself anywhere other than his thighs as he spoke. "Feel free to sit down." It was not a suggestion, but there, sadly, wasn't much he could do about that yet.


What the fuck was wrong with this place?! Yuta nearly broke out in a sob seeing the freak with the broken nose carried past his room before he very quickly resorted to covering himself as much as he could with the provided blanket. It didn't help, but he was trying so hard not to break completely, what would his new friend think, after all? Probably not much, considering who was making moves with him, but that was for Yuta to find out later.

[CRYBABY]

Toji stood over the other in consideration. He was so angelic when he was sleeping, his mouth shut, large doe eyes peacefully closed, and the darkening dried blood just illuminated his delicate pale skin. In another life Satoru would be someone that Toji pursued beyond wanting a quick fuck, not only was he incredibly handsome but they actually got along when Satoru wasn't trying to stick anything he could find up his greedy hole. Sure he was an off his fucking rocker but Toji was too, he's been sleeping with his daughter since before his wife died-- pretty sure that's not something sane people did. Perhaps he hated the white rat because he reminded Toji too much of himself.

Shaking his head to shoo away the unsolicited mindful exploration of his inner self, Toji laid his palm flat against Satoru's inner thigh. The boy would be out of it for a little while longer, Satoru was always extra eepy after a freak out, so the man knew that even if he did wake up with Toji's pulsating inside him he'd easily fall back into unconsciousness. Perfect, an easy nut before he got to clock out and go the fuck home, he was already running late. Just as he thought he was in the clear the most unexpected thing happened, suddenly he was not alone and when he turned to look at the person invading his space his jaw nearly dropped.

He took a double take, and then a triple take to make sure the pills he took a little bit ago hadn't just hit. "Tsumiki? The fuck are you doing here?" but before she even answered, she decided that doing a full genital examination on Satoru was in order though Toji couldn't tell if her findings disgusted her or simply made her uncomfortable with want because she responded in her typical bitchy fashion. "Your mom was so cock hungry she couldn't leave me even if she wanted to. Sound familiar, Princess?" Tsumiki was such a fucking brat but unlike when Megumi talked to him this way, Toji rather liked his bitchy, foul mouthed daughter.

Tsumiki was a slut, a raunchy whore that would do just about anything to get her step-dad's attention whether she would admit to that or not. Toji was well aware of what she got out to while he was passed out on the couch, there were plenty of times he'd wake up to her bouncing on his dick and crying for him though he'd pretend to continue sleeping, allowing her to use him as she saw fit. Unlike Megumi, Toji loved Tsumiki and he'd take every chance he could get to show it especially when it came to satisfying her desires. They started messing around when she was young, Tsumiki was always asking to sit on Toji's lap or get piggy back rides, cuddle on the couch with their legs intertwined, she wanted to be held and cradled by her step-dad, to feel affection from a father figure and Toji gave her that. It started out innocently but the more touch she wanted the more depraved Toji's thoughts became. He held back knowing that it was wrong to do anything with a child especially one that he was helping raise... what would her mom think? So he gave her what he could without crossing boundaries. That is until one day while they were playing outside she put her small, delicate hand directly on his crotch, looked him in the eye and said "I want to play games like you and mommy do." From them on they entered all new territory. Who was Toji to deny his Princess what she wanted?

Toji sucked his teeth in feigned disappointment at his daughter's demand, there was no way he would waste such a perfect opportunity. "What a shame, babydoll, I didn't know there was a man in the world dare leave a pretty thing like you walking home." he teased her, keeping his eyes trained on Satoru's crotch, his own cock twitching in interest of the possibilities. "I'll take you home, Princess, but first I need you to be good for me and ride him."

Megumi's spine tingled, a hushed whimper dragging from his throat at the notion that he was a good boy. Him. A good boy. He never felt so good. Megumi's eyebrows furrowed at the mention of... biting? Surely the man meant he had retaliated by biting another patient or a staff member of picking on him or trying to get him to do something he didn't want to. Megumi was of course aware of cannibalism but that kind of stuff didn't happen for real, not in real life. Cannibals weren't just walking around meeting people, especially not one's as handsome as this guy. "I wouldn't mind so much if you bit me." he blurted out, eyes blown a little wide at the realization of what he just said.

The dark haired boy was a sucker, despite his uncaring attitude and apparent tsun personality, Megumi was a soft boy deep down. He just wanted to matter, to fit in, to have someone to care for him outside of his two dogs. There was only so much conversation you could have with a dog. When the other accepted his offer Megumi smiled shyly, continuing to blush as the other quite literally drowned him with praise.

"Tsumiki?" he questioned absentmindedly as he watched his older sister walk by, signing calling him a loser, and continuing on her way as if this wasn't the weirdest place for both of them to end up after school. He figured she was here to find their dad, maybe something happened with the ride she got and she was in need of going home not looking like a sopping wet hamster. He almost considered following her, saying goodbye to the other and continuing to look for Toji with her. This was no place for someone like her to be... but.. wellllll she was already here and she already saw Megumi which meant she would come find him on the way back with their dad. Or so he thought, honestly Megumi regarded his sister as a better person than she actually was.

It wouldn't hurt to hangout with the rose haired man for just a little bit. He followed Sukuna into his room but paused when offered a seat... on.. his lap? Maybe Megumi was confused but there didn't seem to be anywhere else for him to sit. "Um.. where?"