"So, what's going on? Not like you to pop in for a chat," Shoko says, as she closes the laptop.

"Something is going on with me," Kento admits. "Ever since that energy massage from Kagome…I have been." He pauses. "It has gotten worse since we went on that mission together."

Shoko raises a brow and crosses her legs. Kento blinks. Normally Shoko wears pants, but she has been wearing more dresses and skirts these days despite how cold her office and the lab are.

"What happened on this mission?"

Kento sighs and looks at the wall behind Shoko. "The curse ripped up my pants and left them a mess around my ankles. It suddenly appeared behind Kagome, so I tried to get to her. She exorcized it easily, but in my haste, I did not account for how my pants were now wrapped around my ankles and I fell forward." He clears his throat. His palms are sweaty. Kento inhales. "I tripped and fell on top of her. And my…penis touched her face."

He glances at Shoko and grits his teeth. "This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," Shoko says, but he does not believe her when she is wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, that's soooooo." She laughs. "Oh, my Kami, that is so hilarious. Ah, does Satoru know? Were you hard?"

"No!" Kento clenches his fists. Surely, if Satoru knew, he would tease him about it. Wait…why is he calling him by his first name?

Oh dear. This is a problem.

And why is she asking if he was hard? Of course, he wasn't fucking hard. They were on a mission!

"Was she upset?" Shoko asks after a moment, though a chuckle escapes her lips every so often.

"No…Kagome was very understanding." Kento blows out a breath. "The problem is, I was attracted to her the first time we met." He pauses, needing a moment to gather his thoughts. That day, Kagome walked in and for a moment, he thought he had died. The light around her was blinding. And her energy….

Both of Shoko's brows shoot up.

"And then she gave me that energy massage. It affected me differently than everyone else."

"Uh huh," Shoko hums. She places her hands on her knee and interlocks her fingers. "How different?"

Kento swallows. He has come this far. "I could not stop masturbating. Went into overtime that night because I just could not stop. And now I cannot even hold a conversation with her without thinking about that mission." He runs a hand through his blonde hair. "This is not me. It is highly inappropriate. She is my colleague!"

Shoko leans back on the stool. "She is your colleague…but could you be with someone that doesn't know Jujutsu? You'd always be hiding a part of you." She tilts her head to the side. "Though Satoru hasn't been subtle about how much he wants Kagome."

Kento flushes.

Shoko squints and then leans forward. She uncrosses her legs. "This is more than being attracted to Kagome. What else is going on? I am the doctor around here."

Kento opens his mouth and closes it. His heart rate increases. The room is blurry. Is this a panic attack? Is he going to croak?

"Nanami," Shoko calls. "Take a deep breath."

He inhales sharply.

"I can't help if you don't tell me. And you want it, or you wouldn't have come to me."

"I like it," he says, looking at his shoes. "The thought of them together."

"Wait. Pause." Shoko rubs her temple. "Do you want to watch them?"

Kento opens his mouth, but the words fight with one another. There is so much he wants to say, but he does not know where to begin. "Yes," he chokes out. "I can't stop imagining them or how he would take her." These fantasies are nothing more than a curse. They must be. If Satoru knew the thoughts going through his mind, he would kill him.

"Oh…this is a problem." Shoko exhales and then stands. She crosses her arms. "I understand that this is not ideal for you, but there's nothing wrong with being attracted to Kagome or Satoru."

"I'm not attracted to Satoru," he spits out. "It's more about Kagome."

"…Okay, but when you picture someone other than Satoru, how does that make you feel?"

Kento blinks as he imagines Kusakabe and Kagome. He readjusts his glasses and swallows the revulsion. "I hate it." The imagery alone upsets him. But Kagome and Satoru? He sucks in a breath.

"But not if it's Kagome AND Satoru?"

"I think I'm going to vomit."

"If you do, do it outside my office. There are no windows in here to air it out."

Kento sighs. "Is there no cure for me?"

Shoko laughs. "Sure, there is. It's called making a move."

He sighs again. Great, so there is no cure for this ailment. No way is he going to make a move on Kagome. He refuses to leave behind a widow, and dealing with Satoru is a headache. "I understand," he says, dipping his head. "Thank you for…. your confidentiality."

Shoko stares at him and then snorts. "Yeah, yeah." She waves him off. Kento sucks his teeth. Shoko will not say anything to Satoru, right? She stands and stretches her arms over her head. No, Shoko is not like Satoru. She would not go around telling everyone's business. He dips his head again and heads out of the room.

Kento halts at the sight of Kagome in a pair of green fitted yoga pants and a long-sleeved green top to match. This is the first time he has ever seen her in pants. He blinks. Those can hardly be considered pants though with how tight they are. Kento clears his throat and fidgets with his cuffs. "Good morning, Kagome."

"Kento!" she chimes. "I've been looking for you." She holds out the basket and removes the covering. His mouth waters. Muffins? "I figured this was close enough to bread, but easier for me to share with everyone."

"You baked me muffins?"

She hums in acknowledgment. "Yep! I felt bad since we haven't really seen each other since that mission, so I thought you'd like these."

His ears burn. "I…thank you."

"Sure—" she pauses and looks over her shoulder. Kento's brows furrow together, and he looks over to see what has caught her attention.

Oh.

Satoru.

Kento sighs. Great. Must Satoru lurk behind every corner? Doesn't he have missions? Or students to teach?

"Satoru, what are you doing?" Kagome asks.

"I was just in the area," Satoru quips, strolling forward. Kento's back straightens. "Here ya go, Na-na-mi," Satoru coos, but the smile on his face is nothing but teeth. "I thought you'd like to keep some extra pair of pants on you. You know, in case you have any more unfortunate accidents. I'm sure it was an accident." Satoru thrusts the pairs of pants into Kento's arms.

He grits his teeth. He does not need any more pants. And he certainly doesn't need any that Satoru purchased.

"You baked muffins and didn't share with me?"

"I wanted to make sure Kento got his first, since I baked them with him in mind," Kagome says.

"With him in mind?" Satoru stares at Kento. "I'm hurt. You didn't think about me."

Kento's nostrils flare. He is getting sick of Satoru's shit. His fingers tighten around the pants. There must be at least twenty pairs of pants in his arms.

"Would you like a muffin, Satoru?" Kagome sighs.

"Yes, I would love to eat your muffin."

Kento swallows. His body is hot. He turns his head in case his cheeks are red. He needs to get out of here. Far away from Kagome. Kento clears his throat. "Don't you have missions today?" A rhetorical question because Satoru has missions every day.

"I'm never too busy to see Kagome first thing in the morning."

"You saw me yesterday."

"I didn't see you in yoga pants. If I went to my mission first thing, I wouldn't have gotten to see this or eat your muffin."

Kento exhales. "You should treat your job more seriously. Kagome is your coworker, not your wife."

Kagome blinks. Satoru freezes with the muffin close to his mouth. He lowers the muffin and slides his blindfold down with his free hand. Kento stares back unflinchingly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're jealous I get to eat Kagome's muffin."

"Don't be ridiculous," Kento scoffs. "She offered them to me first."

Kagome scratches her head. "Guys, I can always make more if you want seconds."

"Thirds too," Satoru quips, but he does not look at Kagome.

Kento swallows, though he does not break eye contact. His gut tightens. His heart races. His cock is half hard, and he's losing his sanity. This is madness. Satoru has always gotten on his nerves or played tricks on him, but he has never stared him down before as though he is nothing more than a curse user.

No.

Satoru is staring him down like he is nothing more than a curse. Bothersome. Kento inhales and tries to gain his bearings back. This will not do. He needs to gain control of the situation.

"So, what's with the workout clothes?" Satoru asks, though he continues to stare at Kento.

"I'm working with the first years and the second years in the afternoon. We're gonna do some stretching, mediation, and see if we can't work on some incantation-less veils."

"…. Stretching?" This time, Satoru looks at Kagome. "What time? I could help you stretch."

Kento presses his lips together and sneaks away while Kagome lectures Satoru. He clutches the pants close to his chest. Something urges him to look back. Maybe it is the weight of the stare on his back that prompts him to do so. He turns and his heart damn near leaps to his throat. Satoru kisses Kagome, but his eyes hone in on Kento.

A warning.

His body trembles and to his revulsion, it is not out of anger or even fear, but of lust. His mouth parts, though he forgets how to breathe. Satoru's eyes narrow and when he breaks the kiss, Satoru tilts his head to the side. Assessing.

Does he know? Kento takes a step back. Satoru wraps an arm around Kagome, but his hand drifts dangerously close to her ass. Kento closes his mouth, but his eyes drift to where Satoru's hand is and then back to Satoru's face. There is no way Satoru knows the thoughts running through his mind. Kento barely understands the depravity in which his mind is drenched in. He needs to get away. Go to his office. Go do a mission. Do something other than stand here like a pervert watching Satoru and Kagome kiss.

Kagome pushes Satoru back and she must be telling Satoru off because his shoulders droop, and he pouts. Kagome shakes her head and, to Kento's horror, she turns and notices him. She waves an arm in the air and heads his way.

Shit.

Running away is not an option. He does not get off on being rude to others like some people. But he also cannot handle another confrontation either. He swears it happens in slow motion. How did he lose a pair of pants? It must have slipped in his haste to get away, but Kagome is jogging towards him and if she steps on the pants, she might trip and fall. Kento rushes towards her and at the last second, Kagome stops, but Kento cannot.

Oh no.

His fingers are like butter. The pants in his arms slip through his fingers. He tries to grab them but trips over himself.

Oh no.

This is not happening.

Crash.

He lands on his butt, this time with the pants scattered around him. Kento rubs his head and looks up. Kagome startles and then relaxes in Satoru's hold. At least Kagome did not hurt herself. Kento blows out a breath. If he could stop tripping around her, that would be great.

"There was a pair of pants that I dropped," he says, trying to calm himself down. His face is burning. This is beyond embarrassing. This is now the third time he has fallen in front of Kagome. "I was worried you would trip on them and fall."

"What a gentleman," Satoru snarks, "Taking the fall for a lady."

"Well…it's okay. I was going to pick the pants up," Kagome says. She wiggles out of Satoru's hold. "But I ran over to you because you never got one of the muffins." She tilts her head. "Though your hands are full. I can help you carry some of them to your office?"

"Kento is a capable man. He can figure it out."

"Actually, I would like to talk to you. Alone."

"We're all buddies here. Whatever you have to say to Kagome, you should be able to say in front of me."

Kento grits his teeth.

"Satoru, it's not always about you," Kagome lectures. "Behave."

Kento stiffens. Behave? He struggles to his feet. His pants are uncomfortable. Maybe he should give in to Satoru's whims just this one. His cock is half hard and his mind is stuck on Kagome commanding Satoru.

Fantastic.

It is not enough that he cannot get Satoru fucking Kagome out of his mind, but now he is imagining her demanding her pleasure.

"Kento? Are you okay?"

"He's fine."

"I'm fine." He is not fine. He's barely hanging on. His sanity is slipping through his fingers like sand.

"See! He's doing just fine. He doesn't need help, and he doesn't need to talk to you alone."

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Ignore him. Satoru is just pissy today for some reason."

"I'm in a great mood. But if you want to cheer me up, why don't you join—"

"ON MY MISSION!" Kento yells. His ears burn.

Kagome rears back.

Satoru stares at him.

Kento grits his teeth and covers his mouth with his hand as he turns to look at a speck on the floor. "If you want to. I seem to be struggling today and I know you like doing missions."

"…Sure, I can help you. We should go now, so I'm back in time to help the students." Kagome picks up a pair of pants off the floor. "It'll be later this afternoon when Megumi gets out of school. He wanted to learn too, and the others said they didn't mind waiting for him."

"Since when do you need help on your missions?" Satoru scoffs.

"Since when do you?"

Satoru's eyes narrow. The glow of the six eyes is unsettling, but Kento refuses to back down. If he backs down now, Satoru will not stop. No, it will not end here if he submits.

Kento blinks. What the hell is wrong with him? Submit? To Satoru? He runs a hand down his face and counts to three. Pull it together.

"Satoru, I'll see you tomorrow," Kagome says, holding the basket of muffins and a couple pair of pants in her arms.

"Tomorrow?" Satoru whines. "What about tonight?"

"I'll be busy. Don't you have a lot of missions today?"

Satoru twitches. "Busy? Too busy for me?" He pokes his bottom lip out, and Kento is over it. What right does Satoru have to monopolize Kagome's time?

Satoru did kiss Kagome.

Kento presses his lips together and clears his throat. "Ignore him, Kagome. Satoru is unreasonable by nature." He bends and picks up the other pair of pants. His palms are sweaty, but at least his fingers no longer feel like butter. Satoru chuckles to himself and throws an arm around Kento's shoulders.

Kento stiffens.

Satoru presses his face close to Kento's ear and turns them away from Kagome. "Since when do you call me by first name?"

"You're mistaken. I referred to you as Gojo."

"Uh-huh. Stop falling for Kagome."

Kento shivers and then freezes. "She doesn't need a man-child like you hanging off of her." Kento shrugs out of Satoru's hold and clears his throat. "Kagome, if you would please. At this rate, Sato—Gojo, will not let us go. Some of us take our jobs seriously. Like adults."

Satoru grins, but it is all teeth and if Satoru were a curse user, Kento is positive he would be dead five times over. All these years of fighting curses must have done irrevocable damage to him. He can't possibly be attracted to the thrill of it. To the threat. Going against Satoru is a suicide mission.

And yet.

Kento watches how familiar Satoru touches Kagome and how she lightheartedly shakes him off. Come to think of it, she was covering her shoulders yesterday. At least from what he could see from around the corner. Kento frowns. Shoko's words replay in his mind.

Make a move.

No, he could not possibly do that.

Kagome bumps her shoulder against him and leads the way down the hall to the offices. Kento swallows. Those pants are worse than the skirts she wears. Does she not have a school uniform? He swallows the groan. This is a problem. He just needs to get laid.

Yeah, he is just pent-up. He cannot possibly be entertaining thoughts of Satoru, Kagome, and him together.

"Oh, Nanami!" Satoru calls. "Make sure to carry an extra pair of pants with you. I'd hate to hear of any unfortunate accidents."

Kento hunches his shoulders. It could be worse. At least Satoru does not know how his dick landed on Kagome's face.

A/N: I hope you had an amazing week and I hope this weekend is even more amazing! If you haven't read the recent side story, we are doing a multiverse event and I'm leaning towards them being canon.

I have seen those fan arts of Nanami getting mistaken for Loid and they are soooo cute! Sidenote, you guys never have to apologize for leaving me long reviews. I eat that stuff up.

"Is Suguru still declaring war?" - We'll see lolol

"How would the guys react to Kagome getting kidnapped?" - I think Satoru would still be pretty composed because he knows how to keep it together. He knows if he loses his head, then that could be fatal. Suguru at this point, would probably send his curses on a rampage to find her. Kento would be pissed and would probably try to work with windows and other law enforcement types to build a case to find her. He isn't as strong as Satoru and Suguru so he would be more detective-like when trying to find her.

My tumblr (author autumn banks) has the original story up. I also have the fanfics on tumblr too.

Next update will be How To Tame and that will be sometime next week. Maybe next Wednesday. Stay healthy. Take your vitamins. Allergy season is almost here. Get plenty of rest. And here's a sneak peek at Satoru and Kento's future relationship since this is leaning more towards poly, but the guys are still focused on Kagome so I guess it's still considered a reverse harem.

"F'uck you," Kento hisses.

Satoru laughs, but it's low. Menacing. He tugs on the tie wrapped around his fist. Kento jerks forward.

"Open," Satoru commands. "If you behave, I might let you fuck Kagome."

Kento scowls. He glances over to where Kagome and Suguru are on the bed, and then back at Satoru.

"Tick Tock," Satoru says. He smirks as Kento opens his mouth. "You're so fucking pathetic," he coos, reaching down and tapping his cock on Kento's lips. "Do it right."

Kento snarls. Satoru rolls his eyes and tugs on the tie again. Kento isn't fooling anyone. Satoru thrusts into Kento's mouth. His nostrils flare. Not better than Kagome.

Shit.

Nothing compares to her, but he'll give Kento a bronze medal for effort.