Between the unspoken words

The warm light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room's walls.

I lay on the bed, wrapped in a black lace set that clung to my breath like it had been sewn onto my skin. Legs crossed, one hand resting on my stomach, the other brushing the sheets absentmindedly.

My eyes fixed on the ceiling— but my mind… was elsewhere.

I couldn't think of anything but him.

The sound of water running in the shower reached me, muffled and rhythmic—almost hypnotic.

Each drop that fell echoed what my body still remembered.

Yesterday. That moment when Toge had grabbed me with such determination, pulling me away in front of everyone. That look — hard, resolved, burning.

His silence had screamed louder than any words.

And then… the door, slamming shut. His hands.

The way he kissed me—like someone surfacing for air after days underwater.

How we had searched for each other, found each other.

Me, leaning forward, my back arched, head thrown back…

Him behind, hands on my hips, then on my chest, his eyes half-lidded and his breath broken, nearly a moan.

My name — torn from his lips, barely whispered, like a prayer murmured through gritted teeth.

I bit my lip. A shiver ran through me.

The bathroom door opened, letting out a trail of warm steam and a spicy, intense scent that filled the room like an invisible caress.

Toge stood there, hair still damp, tousled over his forehead, a towel hanging over his shoulders, tattoo casually exposed. His skin shimmered faintly in the light, as if the water itself refused to let go of him.

I pushed myself up slightly on my elbows, and our eyes met.

Toge froze.

His breath caught for a moment. His gaze deepened, darkened.

I saw it— that slight, nearly invisible tremble in his fingers, the way he swallowed slowly, as if trying to find the right words…

but none were needed.

There was no need for words.

I reached out a hand toward him—slow, inviting.

He came to me in silence, and when our fingers touched, it was as if time itself stopped.

He leaned down over me, his forehead resting gently against mine, eyes closed for a moment.

I ran my fingers through his hair, down his neck, over his shoulders, tracing along his back until I found his breath.

"You're back," I whispered—without needing to explain what that truly meant.

Toge moved closer and kissed my cheek.

Softly.

Then the corner of my lips. Then my neck.

Each touch was slow, intentional.

There was no rush. There was only need.

Warm. Real.

And as he lay down beside me, the world grew small. Safe. Intimate.

I melted against his chest, my face tucked into the space between his neck and shoulder, listening to the beat of his heart against mine.

There were no promises. No words.

Only that quiet closeness that said everything.

And that night… we loved again.

Without sound.

Only with breath.

***

The sun was high, and the courtyard shimmered with lazy golden energy as Toge and I walked toward the classrooms, side by side.

His steps were silent as always, but the way his hand brushed against mine every so often told me all the things he didn't say.

It was almost a peaceful morning—

Almost.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey...!"

A high-pitched voice crashed down from above.

"What's this stunning display?! Toge, Rebecca… you two are giving me a sugar rush!"

Gojo-sensei was leaning against the railing of the outer staircase, oversized sunglasses perched on his nose, a coffee mug in hand, looking like a rock star fresh from a nap.

"You two are way too pretty to be going to class—you'll distract the others!" he added with that crooked smile and his usual irony that always managed to hide just a hint of real concern.

"Anyway, change of plans, lovebirds. We've got a little job for you. South of Tokyo. Nothing fancy," he stood upright, waving his mug, "but not exactly basic either. A curse decided to ruin the day for a small hospital. We already sent a team to hold it off, but I'd say you two are perfect to finish the job in style."

Toge nodded, serious.

I shot him a quick glance and then turned to Gojo with a calm smile.

"We can handle it. Thank you, Sensei."

"Oh no, thank you, lovebirds," he said, his tone dropping slightly—just a little softer. Then he winked.

"Really. It's good to see you like this. Alive. Smiling. In sync. Don't be stupid. Come back in one piece."

---Later...

The hospital stood in a peripheral district, surrounded by buildings that were too tall and too gray.

The curse hid within the walls of an old, abandoned wing—once used for isolating patients.

From the moment we stepped in, we felt it: viscous, slow, crawling like mold.

Toge took position immediately. I followed him carefully.

The curse was stronger than expected, but at first, we managed it well—precise blows, perfect coordination.

He fought with his words—short, lethal.

I used my kunai, seals, and close-range techniques.

But then it happened.

As I moved to land a strike, the world around me seemed to tremble.

No, not really. But in my mind… something shifted.

A black wingbeat.

The dream.

The same one that had woken me in the middle of the night days ago, the one I had never told Toge about.

Where a curse grabbed me, fed off his voice, devoured me slowly while he tried to stop, to silence himself, to avoid hurting anyone.

But it was already too late.

In an instant, I felt that same cold behind my neck.

The pressure.

A whisper—one that didn't come from outside, but from inside me.

As if something was trying to find a way into my mind.

I froze. Only for a second.

But it was enough.

"Rebecca?!" I saw Toge turn sharply, his hoodie pulled up over his mouth.

The curse seized the opportunity—splitting in two like a toxic fog—and retreated through an air vent, as if it simply wanted to observe us.

He typed quickly on his phone, breath short.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

I lowered my gaze. Gave a small shake of my head.

"Just tired," I lied quietly. "It's under control."

Toge stared at me a second too long—but didn't press.

He just moved closer.

His arm brushed mine as we regained control of the mission.

By then, the curse already seemed weaker.

As if all it had wanted was… to be seen.

We exorcised it in a matter of minutes.

Clean. Silent.

But the memory of that vision—

Of that dream—

still clung to my skin.

***

We returned to the institute in the late afternoon.The air was filled with voices, laughter, music blasting from a Bluetooth speaker, and first-years bouncing around the cafeteria tables as if curses didn't exist in the world.

Toge and I walked in together, looking for a spot amidst the chaos.Panda had claimed half a table all for himself, surrounded by food.Maki was explaining something to two students with a look of impatience, and Yuta was laughing with a spoon in his hand.

I sat next to Toge, finally relaxed.The noise was beautiful. Human. Alive.

Then I saw it.Toge had turned to me. His lips slightly parted. And it lasted only a second.Just a subtle, barely-there movement.

"I love you."

I read it—effortlessly.Three words. No sound. But my heart exploded in my chest. My blood ran faster. My fingers trembled slightly.And without a word, I took his hand. Looked at him. One second. Two.

Then I stood.

"Let's go."

It wasn't a question. He followed without hesitation.

We walked through the corridors still filled with voices and the smell of food, climbed the stairs without glancing around, and when I closed the door of my room behind us, the world outside already felt like a memory.

Words weren't needed. He had already said everything.

With both hands, I tucked strands of hair behind my ears and swallowed the air.I stepped toward him slowly, my heart pounding like it was ready to burst.

"So... I've been thinking about yesterday all day..." I said, slowly lowering myself to my knees.

"And I've been dying to have you in my mouth ever since yesterday..." I continued.

I looked up at him. "I don't know what you think..." I said, my hands resting on the waistband of his pants. "But if you give me permission... I...."

Without waiting for his response, I pulled down his pants, revealing his moon-like skin, smooth, soft, and pure white. I began kissing his legs, delicately, and he shivered… perhaps I was tickling him. Then I climbed up, kissing his love from his soft, vanilla-scented boxers. I even grabbed the waistband, using my teeth to help me.

Finally, I had him there, all in front of me. He was standing, not even saying a word. He was shaking, moaning. And that was it.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I opened my mouth and closed it again, taking him in all the way. He took a huge breath, then let it out, trembling. I moved up and down, up and down with very slow movements, loving the way his juices flowed onto my tongue. I savored everything with extreme caution and attention, not missing anything.

I moved a hand over my intimate area, from above my panties, to the side, and my fingers began to move on their own, faster and faster... My juices were everywhere. I wanted him, I was wet. As I continued to massage myself and dance on him, I felt his fingers in my hair, gently combing it.

He threw his head back, moaning softly and unheard, then grabbed my head with the palm of his hand, and with a gentle movement of his hips, he guided me, as if he wanted to help me get all the way in. I swallowed it whole, my eyes shining with pleasure.

Shortly after, he pulled out his cell phone, still holding me against him with his other hand, pushing my head deeper and deeper. He typed something, with difficulty, distracted by the pleasure and the deep, beautiful moans. A matter of minutes later, he showed me his phone:

"Yesterday I had you from behind. Today I want you in front of me. But now please don't stop."

I wouldn't have stopped for anything in the world, if it hadn't been for the fact that after about ten minutes, he lifted me up and picked me up. He gently placed me on a small table in front of the bed, with my legs spread. He showered me with kisses and stuck out his tongue.

He licked my neck, cupped my breasts in his hands, and kissed my nipples, craving their hardness.

He knelt down too, spreading my legs.

"Oh, Toge...I'm a...it's a....lake there...please..." I said, but he was already between my thighs, collecting my juices. I noticed it was his first time.

Soon after, I was in heaven.

"Please... put it in me... I can't take it anymore..." I begged. He stopped, stood up, and looked me straight in the eyes. My juices on his tattoo sent shivers down my spine. My arms were already around his neck, my legs spread wide, waiting for him. He picked up the phone again, still staring at me.

Then he put it back in his shirt pocket.

He penetrated deeply, leaving no room for waiting. His eyes were fixed on me. I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed and not wanting to appear vulnerable, but he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and held them suspended above my head, leaning against the wall. I was forced to watch him.

With every thrust, every time he reached my core, I felt pangs of pleasure. At first, they were gentle, slow, sensual, his forehead resting on mine. A matter of seconds later, he increased the pace, panting.

I freed myself from his grip and grabbed his hips. With soft, almost pleading eyes, I looked at him.

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He didn't need to be told twice. He went faster and faster, kissing my neck and breasts. His body was sweaty, and against the light, his skin had a pearly, moonlike sheen... it was gorgeous.

I realized I was having classic pre-orgasm contractions.

<< To... ge... uh... ah... I'm... I'm about to...>>

He came closer to me... I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear. He paused for a moment, hugging me; I could feel his pulse pulsing inside. He pulled out just in time, because he came on my breast the moment he pulled out.

I remained there, suspended. I was about to come too, so he came back in again. He increased his speed, kissing my breasts. I ran a hand through his hair, soft and smooth, its scent intoxicating my mind. Even though he had come, I still felt him rock hard. 

He made me open my mouth and put a finger in. He looked at me like he was asking me to suck it. And indeed, I did. I took his index finger in my mouth... I ran my saliva-filled tongue over it, then wrapped my lips around it. He lowered his head as he thrust hard, then he tilted his head back, and I heard him moaning loudly.

I exploded with pleasure, with his finger still in my mouth... later I realized it was to keep me from screaming too much.

We relaxed on the bed, both exhausted but happy.

He reached for his phone. He unlocked it, his hand still shaking a little.

"If we were to die tomorrow, I want you to know one thing: you saved me. Not from death, but from a life without love."

I looked at him, panting. I took his hand and smiled:

"I love you too, Toge."

I stayed in his arms all night, and in that embrace… we put the world to sleep.