Geto was never one to lose his cool in battle. In fact, like the special grade his friend was, Geto was just as thrilled amidst a fight, only more poised.
The tension rose, and the frantic search for Natsume was not getting any lighter. He had been hearing rumors about her treachery and rushed in search for her before another sorcerer could find her.
He was angry, but mostly concerned. Her presence was already difficult to find, and now this.
Geto maintained his composure as he paced down the halls in a hurry, searching campus dorm by dorm, area by another, but he could not find her.
He stood in the middle of one of their classrooms, thinking about the possibilities or her whereabouts. And then, he remembered; Natsume was hiding in plain sight. She always mentioned how it was easy to find a lost item, should one stop thinking critically. She was right.
Geto calmly walked towards the training grounds, scanning his surroundings as he approached.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks and pulled a small smile, his brow raised in a way that warned her she was in trouble.
"Everyone's looking for you."
He turned his gaze upwards, eyeing the girl that hung her leg from a tree branch she sat atop of. Her tilted head and playful grin only convinced him that she was as innocent as she looked. However, the higher-ups were not easily persuaded, and sorcerers were on high alert.
"Did you want to play hide-and-seek, Natsume-chan?"
"Only if you seek."
Geto walked closer. His back rested on the bark of the tree, casually looking in the direction of their main location, but that smile didn't fade.
"And if I find you?"
She hung herself upside down, giggling at her swinging hair strands before turning to a very amicable sorcerer. She looked at him, eyes glistening with glee and mischief.
"You know the rules. I'll have to give you something!"
He paused for a moment. Flattering himself for finding her before others did. This meant he won, but Natsume wouldn't give him the satisfaction just yet. He moved closer, "Come on, Natsume-chan. Admit that I've won."
A smirk so sly plastered on his made her feel teased. A slight sense of embarrassment blushed her cheeks. Geto knew he wasn't perfect, but she began to think otherwise.
"Well?"
He began, his face coming closer to hers. His demeanor was always gentle. Confident, yet humble. Natsume couldn't help but feel her heart race when he rested his arm against the bark, his head tilting sideways for a better look at her face. Geto's smirk turned into a grin when he noticed the pink hues that blended well with the color of her lips. He chuckled at her flustered self, pouting when she remarked that he was being unfair.
"Sorry, Natsume-chan. I'll play nice."
"I don't get it. How do you always win at this?"
She hopped down. He pulled his hand out of his pocket as his body towered over her, approaching her enough to gently nudge her petite physique out of sights, behind the tree, underneath the shade.
Natsume's breath began to speed as her upperclassman leaned in, locking his lips with hers in a kiss so soft, she could melt. He pulled her by her waist closer to his body; his firm build lightly pressing against her rather petite one. Natsume's hands subconsciously flew over his shoulders, but then Geto pulled away.
"You should hurry and get out of here, criminal. Else they find you and we both get in trouble."
She took a deep breath and sighed, wiping away a bit of witness off her lower lip. Natsume began to feel troubled. Her expressions changed from that of embarrassment to what Geto noticed as sadness. He looked at her in concern and asked her, "What is it?"
"I didn't do it."
The sorcerer knew she was innocent. Despite their differing ideologies, Geto knew she would never use her abilities to kill another member of Jujutsu sorcerers, let alone a human. He didn't quite know how those rumors came to be or why, but his suspicions began to rise; someone was targeting her, "It's probably the higher-ups. They tend to turn the tables when no one's looking. Did you talk to anyone recently?"
Natsume shook her head in denial, claiming that she wasn't supposed to be sent on a mission without Principal Yaga's direct orders. She was ahead for her grade, although she wasn't a student as strong as he or Gojo were; she still required supervision. Geto found this to be highly suspicious but confirmed his theory. He assured her that he would get to the bottom of the situation and clear her name, "For now, Natsume-chan, you need to lay low. Do you have anywhere to go?"
From a distance, the two heard sorcerers yelling. Their shouts got louder, signaling Natsume's time to flee.
"Go, I'll hold them off for you."
"Senpai-"
"Quickly, Natsume-chan!"
-
It has been a long time since she had last seen him. Natsume had almost forgotten what he looked like. His scent faded from her senses. His touch she can no longer recall what it felt like.
Those times only existed in her memories. Images of her upperclassmen and friends would autoplay and tease her mind out of a state of ease. She lost many hours of sleep because of it, but Natsume did not lose faith in the hopes that she would return. If not, at least, she could walk the streets in peace without needing to hide herself.
Several months after it began, the watch for her had gradually died down and scouts only busied themselves so much. At first, she would see them around every corner, wherever she went. Now, barely a few, but still on the lookout. Her sentence for execution remained active and Natsume had to be careful not to cross paths with anyone affiliatedassociated with Jujutsu headquarters. It bored her to remain indoors, as her friend could tell by the sight of her sulking in the balcony with her cheek in her hand.
"Natsu, be careful! You're going to tip over."
The girl released a loud sigh, ruffling her hair in exasperation before beginning her usual rant.
"Six o'clock. Right on time."
"Huh? Come on, this isn't funny!"
Her friend sheltered her from the sorcerers in search for her. She was another student of Jujutsu High, though her affiliation with them was personal and, as she would say, not to her liking. She only joined given her inheritance of blood manipulation techniques, but if it were up to her, she would not have set foot in that place. It was not that she was against their work or that she hated non-sorcerers, she simply had her own agenda that she felt Jujutsu High was getting in the way of.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Her friend took her place on the couch beside her. Her head leaned back to hang over the edge as she closed her eyes to rest, idly shaking her foot underneath table.
"There's only so much to do when you have little energy."
"You're so lazy."
"Hey! Unlike you, I have missions that I keep getting sent off to. Give me a break!"
"Is your promotion due anytime soon?"
"No, but I'm currently the only semi-first year. So, naturally, they'll want to abuse that."
Natsume leaned in towards the table, grabbing a plateful of chocolates and placing it on her lap as she continued to converse with her friend.
"I'm impressed, really. Not a lot of sorcerers got promoted early like you did. Not to mention, you've been sent on missions by yourself a lot, and your teacher didn't supervise you as often. It'd be a waste to let all that go and start a restaurant, but I supposed you can find the time and learn to balance once you've graduated into a special-grade or something."
As there was no follow-up statement, Natsume looked over to her friend and found that she had fallen fast asleep. A vein popped in her head; she was now bored and alone. Natsume threw herself back into the chair comfortably. She turned her gaze to look outside the terrace, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of a midnight stroll.
She didn't expect anyone to be out so late, or to even recognize her. Her looks have changed over the year enough to need a second glance. Her body has grown thinner, though not much taller. Natsume thought she could pull it off. If worst came to worst, she could always flee. She was fast on her toes and witty in her escapes. What could go wrong?
-
Natsume strolled the streets at night. People have gathered their belongings and closed their shops, each heading on their individual ways home.
She missed the busy streets and life. Natsume had leaned in favor of isolation and privacy, but being cooped up in her friend's apartment for so long egged her. She needed to breathe life again.
As she continued down the now empty streets, Natsume's attention had been brought upon a potential follower, shadowing her footsteps behind her. She proceeded to make her way out of the road, turning around the corners of buildings she passed by to lose track of them, but they persisted. Their confrontation was on-route, and Natsume needed to find a quick and quiet escape.
She hurried down the main road into the woods, utilizing the surrounding darkness as leverage to conceal her presence. When the snap of a twig alerted her, she knew their trail was still on hers, so she walked deeper and farther, until she stumbled upon a vast landing.
Here, she was caught at a disadvantage.
Natsume turned around and searched the area for anyone she could see. She could them close by.
Silence imbued her senses and when she thought of turning around to escape, a cursed spirit appeared before her. She yelped in surprise in ducked, evading its attack. She supported her body with her hand and kicked upwards, managing to knock the curse off so she can make an escape. A second spirit stood in her way, clapping its hands to send a forceful blow, but she jumped out of the way just before it hit her, landing on her knee. She thrust herself forwards in its direction, careful not to activate any of her techniques to avoid attracting further attention. Though the presence of cursed spirits was enough to direct sorcerers her way, she could tell from their abilities and presence that their grades were not higher than second. After drawing that conclusion, she heard a clap echo from the trees behind her.
"That's so great of you! I thought you'd forgotten how to that."
A figure stood across from her, their face well hidden from the shadows of trees. She could tell they were a sorcerer, but Natsume couldn't venture a guess as to who it was.
She took a glance around her, making sure no one else was in their presence. The cursed spirits came to a halt, and then suddenly disappeared, a job well done.
Natsume speculated that, whoever it was, managed to manipulate those curses. It then occurred to her that the person standing before her was-
"S- senpai."
"It's been a while, Natsume-chan."
Geto's features began to light up as he stepped out of the shadows. The scarce streetlights and moon barely making any of his expressions visible from the distance she stood, but she could tell he was holding back a laugh.
"You had me worried there for a moment. I thought you were going to exorcise my cursed spirits. Well, I guess it's good to know that you haven't lost your touch."
She was caught off guard and held speechless. The stress of her previous encounter with spirits tensed her muscles enough, but to see her upperclassman after a year's absence.. Natsume's body light shook as she began to whimper, relieved to see him after such a time, but also upset. It has been a long since, indeed. And Geto made sure to salvage every second he could with her.
"Come here," he said, stretching out his hand for her. Natsume walked slowly at first, but as the surge of emotions rose, she ran, throwing herself at him in a way that Geto responded to with an embrace. His hands gently held her small figure, whereas she tightened hers around him. She dug her face into his neck. Geto could hear her sniffle, mumbling something that he could barely make out to be a statement of longing.
He tightened his embrace. "Me, too. .. It seems like you've gotten shorter."
Natsume whined, mumbling something again that caused him to cackle.
-
The two sat down on one of the benches nearby. They sat in a landscape that was intended to be renovated for a new park. Naturally, it was private and secluded, and the two did not expect company other than each other's.
They conversed and caught on to one another, each sharing details they have missed out on because of her sentencing. Geto didn't pay it much attention, but he admitted that is has not been easy to disprove. There was no plausibility, yet the higher-ups managed to convince sorcerers that she was an enemy- at least, those who traditionally followed the rules like some religious heretic. The girl shrugged, her arm lightly brushing against his, before she looked back at him with a smile, eyes wary from sadness finally cried out. Geto could hardly contain himself from throwing his arm around her for another embrace, but he felt like the situation called for more.
"Get up."
She looked up at him, blinking in confusion at his suggestion.
"Won't that attract attention?"
"Scared?"
"No! I just- seriously?"
"It's unlike you to pass down a challenge. You've really changed."
The girl pouted, pulling herself to stand before accepting his invitation for a friendly duel.
They made way back to the center, each looking at their opponent in a playful manner. Geto had always put on an easygoing front when it came to one of their spars. His expression was mellow, and his demeanor was confident. He never faltered- not once. Not to her knowledge.
Natsume contained her giggles, relieved that the dimness around them hid her blush of embarrassment. She could her him call out to her, prompting her to take the first step. She didn't know what to make of it, but she decided to go with the flow of things. Natsume decided she didn't want to take it too seriously.
Geto noticed her whimsicality and shook his head in disapproval, sarcastically remarking that she had regressed from her previous state. But Natsume was quick on her feet; she vanished at a speed, and reappeared behind him, catching him off guard to land her first poke to his side. She rolled out of the way from his swinging arm and landed on her toes across from him. Twisting her body playfully with a childish grin on her face. He saw her shoulders shake from her giggles. Geto smiled back in excitement, "Interesting." And rushed towards her. "You've gotten faster."
But Natsume giddily dodged and jumped out of the way, a burst of laughter coming out of her as he attempted to grab her when she turned on her heels in a dance-like motion. She landed her pokes every chance she got, and Geto was getting a little nuanced.
He scowled in amusement, cracking his neck before regaining his composure, studying the girl that stood with her arms behind her in childlike innocence.
He loved it when she did that.
"I guess it's time to get serious."
"Don't hold back."
She teased and Geto loved it more.
He prodded himself towards her, catching up to speed with her witty dodges. He managed to land a poke on the tip of her nose, and another at her side, causing her to shriek enthusiastically. The two went on like this for a while. Neither of them took it seriously, but also rejoiced their brief reunion.
Natsume was about to land one on her upperclassman, but Geto got faster, and moved out of the way. He reappeared behind her, grabbed onto her arm, and pulled her into a quick embrace.
She was left stumbling on her feet when she turned around to find him at a distance, she could not use to explain what had just happened. The sorcerer brushed off his shoulder and called out sarcastically to her, "Looks like your senpai is still better than you. What a shame."
On regular days, back when they used to attend school together, Geto would let her win. It was a form of encouragement that he provided, but also because he enjoyed seeing her celebrate the little gains. There were occasions when he'd defeat her in one of their friendly- but more serious than this- spars, and he'd awe at her disappointed pouts. There were a lot of things he liked about Natsume, but most of all-
"Got'cha!"
He loved how she laughed.
"Nope."
With one swoop of his feet, Geto slid out of the way, and again when she made her second attempt. She tried one last time and managed to trick him into thinking she was going for anoather leap. Geto ducked, but Natsume landed on top of him, her hands around his neck. He took it as an opportunity for himself. So, he grabbed her arms and nudged her body off to flip her over. But before she could hit the ground, Geto held onto her and carried her in his arms, grinning foolishly at his victory.
His smile died down into a genuine one, and then he placed her gently on the grass.
"Natsume," came his voice. It was deep and serious, but also soft-spoken. The girl turned her head upwards to look at him, eyes so fierce pierced through hers, causing her heart to race. Her breathing hastened, and skin tingled to his touch; fingers lightly brushed up to her face to caress her cheeks. Instinctively, Natsume placed her hand on his, and slightly lowered her head, a flush creeping on her skin caused her to partially bury her face in his hand. But Geto turned it back to him, nearing her lips, closing the gap between them with another kiss after so long. He deepened it, lips parting to brush hers with his tongue. Natsume grabbed him by the neck to support herself up, but the sorcerer lay her down gently, his torso hanging over hers as to not crush her.
He caressed her neck. His hand moving down her chest slowly to grab onto her hip, squeezing gently yet forcefully enough to imply that she was his. His hand moved up to support his weight as he got on top of her, his pelvis on hers. He lightly stroked his groin against her, intently listening to the soft moans she released. He bit on her lip, her low gasp ringing in his ears. Geto rubbed harder and took in the sound of her harsh breathing, fighting back any noise she might make. But he was dissatisfied with that. He held onto her wrists and pinned them above her head. His bang hung over her face, lightly brushing against her cheek. Geto slowly raised his head to look at her, eyes full of determination to heat her voice after a year of uninvited silence.
He kept his gaze still on hers and smoothed his fingers to lift her shirt. Geto reached down further to release the clasp on her garments, and slowly slid over her underwear. He lifted the side and gently caressed her heated loins. Up, down, up, down. The fluidity of his motions was made easier with her damp vagina. Geto heard her soft moans against his ears, but he needed more than that. He placed his finger inside, watching how her body tensed momentarily before easing into his finger. Her gasp was loud but shortly replaced with the continuous moans he hoped to hear, gradually getting louder as he inserted another finger in, and fastened the pace. She writhed underneath him, legs spread apart. Geto ached for her. His skin itched and his butterfly kisses across her face and neck barely satisfied him. His hardened penis throbbed against her brushing thigh, but Geto learned to be patient. He needed her to reach a desperate point.
"S- senpai!"
She moaned again. His rhythm steady.
"P- please.." she whimpered, hands entangling his dark locks. Her back arched, pushing her chest against his. Geto grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed. His trail of kisses picked up to her ears. Her moans against his made him suck on her lips as if to devour her.
"Say it."
He pulled on her lower lip with his teeth. His hand free to unzip his trousers.
"Say my name."
He took his fingers out and grabbed her wrists again. Towering over her as he pulled down on her intimate wears to place his dick just at the entrance.
"Let me here you say it."
She had often referred to him as senpai. Geto didn't mind the times she didn't pronounce his name as casually as she did with others. But this situation was different. It called for dominance, and he was here to assert himself. He didn't know when or how he was going to see her again.
Geto just wanted to mark the spot for his next visit.
"Su- Suguru-senpai!"
With that said, he thrusted his dick inside with a force gentle enough to fully slide in with ease. She gasped against his initial thrust; her hands webbed in his. His body was warm and heavy against her exposed skin, but Natsume liked the feeling. It gave her a sense of being both dominated and safe. He pushed in, pulled out, and back in at a fixed speed before picking it up to match her moans. His face buried deep in her neck, enticing his senses further with the smell of her hair and skin. Geto groaned against gritted teeth. He lifted her pelvis up with his free hand and thrust harder, faster, until the two were in sync. He felt like she was close to come, but Geto whispered in her ear, freeing her hands to roam his body and scratch against his back. He hissed at the pain, but it was still pleasurable.
"Not yet."
He wanted to make the moment count for more than it did. He wanted to indulge his senses in every way that he could before departing. Natsume rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, her back scratching against the grass as she pulled on his hair to bring him closer. His forehead was on hers, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose onto her face. He raised both of her legs to place over his shoulders, deepening the impact.
The moans were loud, and the groans were powerful. He was forced against his will to make the sounds of pleasure; he only wanted to hear hers.
Nevertheless, as the two continued to make love. The fapping of his thighs against her body got louder and the seconds between were growing shorter. Moments later, Natsume sustained her moans long enough to indicate that she has finally reached her limit. Geto soon after clenched his butt cheeks and thrust one last time, releasing a deep sigh as his fluids leaked into her. He threw his body over hers gently, their harsh breathing raising their chests to occasionally meet in warmth and sweat.
Geto rested his head beside hers, moving away a few strands of wet hair from her face. He watched as she closed her eyes and gradually slowed her breathing. He was her upperclassman, and it was his responsibility to ensure her safety. Whatever it took to protect her from everything, and every goddamn sorcerer that threatened her.
Geto swore to himself, "No matter the cost."
End.