二二

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD. ════════════════════════════════

BASEBALL WAS CERTAINLY NOT HER FORTE.

Yachiru watched from the sidelines as the students had fun, taking refuge in the shade of the small shelter. She watched the preliminary parts of the game with increased confusion; trying to understand what the aim of the game was. Satoru's enthusiasm never failed to bring a smile to her face; his flailing arms and loud commentary making her giggle every now and again. She leant back against the bench, a smile on her face as she relaxed into the lingering heat of the warm Summer's day.

Soon enough, Yachiru's analysis paid off. She had distinguished the rules of the game, watching earnestly as both sides tried their hardest in competing. Watching Maki's failed attempt at a home-run brought and her annoyed expression made her giggle. The small girl flying on a broomstick in the air, who Yachiru had come to know as Momo Nishimiya had caught Maki's strong attempt at a home-run, perhaps this would teach her student not to be too overconfident in the future.

Watching Todo get hit in the face with the ball whilst he was too distracted by Itadori made her chuckle too; these kids were quite the entertaining bunch. It made her heart swell how they all seemed to now be getting along. Well, aside from Mai who still seemed as belligerent as ever.

"Yachiru! Why don't you give it a go?" Itadori yelled over, waving over in her direction. "We're between interludes now, the Kyoto school is up to bat next."

"Eh?" She shifted from her relaxed position, resting her elbows on her knees as she turned to face the young boy. "I'll probably only bring down your score, you're better leaving me uninvolved!"

"This is a match between students!" Mai yelled in protest. "Getting teachers involved gives you an unfair advantage!"

An advantage? Yachiru thought to herself, if anything she would surely only hinder the progress of her students. They were already in the lead, and she had no concrete idea of how this game worked nor any desire to properly learn.

"No, that's a great idea Yuji!" Satoru yelled over, smirking at Yachiru. "We won't count her inning, I just want to see how hard she will flop this."

An irk mark appeared on her forehead, this man knew that challenging her would only fuel her desire to prove him and anyone else wrong. She stood up, marching over to the batter's box and taking the bat that Maki had thrown on the ground before getting caught out.

"It won't harm to give it a try I guess." She said, trying to mimic the stance that her students had displayed before. She heard a muffled laugh coming from behind her, turning her head to see Satoru covering his mouth in attempt to stifle his laughter.

"What?" She asked, deadpanning at him.

"You..." A snigger escaped his mouth, not even bothering to hide his clear display of humour at her current stance in the left-batter's box. "You look like you're about to slice someone up!"

He wasn't wrong. She held the bat in a wholly different way to what the students had; holding it out in a horizontal straight line to the right with two hands.

"Old habits die hard I gue-..." She was cut off by the 'Mechamaru replacement' pitcher discharging a ball at full throttle straight towards her direction. Her eyes shot forward, bracing her body for the impact as the ball hit her bat. She slashed the bat in a forward motion, smacking the ball right in the centre and sending it flying in a straight line to the outfield.

Mai had attempted to catch the ball, vowing to get one over on the Shinigami female. Instead, she ducked at the last second; recognising that the speed and force of the ball being plunged in her direction would most likely injure her. The ball travelled well into the outskirts of the field, piercing through the metal outfield fence as she threw the bat on the floor.

Students from the Kyoto school looked at her with shocked expressions. Only Mai had seen this woman in a brief instance of action, yet she too was shocked at the display of raw power before her. The Tokyo students, on the other hand, laughed amongst each other; anticipating that Yachiru would most likely pull off something like this with ease.

"You have to run around the bases now, you know." Satoru chimed behind her, reaching over Todo and giving her a light push forward on the shoulder.

Yachiru grabbed his hand from her shoulder and flipped him over, before taking off in a light jog around the three bases. It seemed easier than it looked, but she did not enjoy the attention she was receiving in the form of various questioning glances.

After returning to the students in the shelter, they peppered her with words of praise — much to her own embarrassment. She waved them off, telling them to go and position themselves accordingly for the Kyoto's school's set of innings. Satoru joined her at the shelter, asking her to take a walk around the school grounds with him while the students played.

Yachiru obliged, walking side-by-side with him as they exited the field and began to wander around aimlessly. Chattering amongst themselves, the sounds of both Gakuganji and Yaga's voices came into earshot; the latter discussing how he didn't personally want to kill Itadori, and that it was just the law of Jujutsu sorcery. His spiel about having to sacrifice the individual for the sake of the collective was met with symbolic defiance by Satoru, as he walked straight across an ant colony — killing them in their attempts to collect materials for their anthill.

Yachiru couldn't help but notice the purposeful sentiment behind Satoru's actions; it was a silent utterance that dared to demonstrate that he would gladly sacrifice the wellbeing of the collective in order to preserve the lives of those he held dear to him.

'He's quite the trouble maker.' Izanami purred in her ear, Yachiru choosing to ignore the commentary as it did not require a response.

The pair looped back around, finding themselves back at the baseball pitch after their brief walk around the surrounding area. It was revealed that Tokyo had won by two innings to zero, making them the indisputable champions of the match — much to Nobara's distaste, she wanted to have a chance to visit Kyoto next year!

Yachiru spent the remainder of the day celebrating with the students, turning her attention to Itadori.

"Well done on defeating that special grade, by the way. I was worried." She said, taking a sip of her water. "But now I realise there was no need, you're strong Itadori!"

He grinned at her words, "Thanks! It was difficult but I came out pretty unscathed." He was happy to hear praise from the mysterious entity that he knew very little about. His only experience of seeing her in a combat situation was the one that took place from within his soul about two months prior; when she had single handedly held her own against the cursed spirit residing inside of him. Itadori had immense amounts of respect for Yachiru, not only influenced by the way in which Gojo spoke of her, but also by the way in which the woman reaffirmed everything his teacher had told him.

As the evening dwindled on, Yachiru noticed Satoru's absence from the room. As the students began to retire to bed, she too took off to the teacher's living quarters. Instead of going to her own room, she headed a little further down the hall and without any hesitation knocked loudly on Satoru's door.

"I'm coming in." Yachiru said, sliding the door open and entering the room that more or less mirrored her own. He was absent - but she could hear the muted sounds of water coming from the bathroom and the light hums coming from Satoru's mouth. She looked around his room, this being the first time she had been here since permanently retreating to the land of the living. A small smile appeared on her face as a light giggle escaped her mouth, noticing his room was as bare as the time she had visited him during his school days — all except from the small piece of paper she had written his name on as a child.

Hit with another sense of deja-vu, she took the parchment in her hands and surveyed it. Her handwriting had been very clumsy back then, and the large kanji imprinted on the paper resembled nothing more than ineligible scribbles; only the two of them would be able to instantly decipher it.

"What you looking at?" Satoru's voice took her by surprise as she put the paper back in it's rightful position on his desk before turning around to face him.

Satoru hadn't done a great job at even attempting to be modest; only covered by a loose towel hanging around his hips. Her eyes trailed up to his torso, gulping as they landed on his perfectly trained form; as if he had been sculpted by the God's themselves. The beads of water that dripped down from his hair only added to his allure; sparking an unrecognisable feeling in the bottom of Yachiru's stomach.

Her instincts had taken over, her feet moving on their own as she advanced towards her male counterpart. She latched her figure onto his, wrapping her arms around his neck and facing him with a smug look on her face.

Her confidence had him dazed in a state of arousal, taking the lead from her as he engulfed her lips with his own in an aggressive, yet passionate move. Her hands naturally made their way to his hair, combing her fingers through the damp locks and tugging at them every now and again. He groaned into the kiss, feeling as the appendage between his legs began to stiffen slightly at her unusual body language. He rested his fingers on the collar of her kosode, lightly tugging at it absentmindedly as his own carnal instincts wanted to remove the fabric that was separating them both.

Satoru wasn't sure how much farther Yachiru wanted to go, very much versed in sexual acts with women but not any woman he had cared about as much as the one before him. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his hesitant lingering hands and doubled down on his movements; moving them to pull off her uniform in a silent admission of consent.

He started to undress her as their mouths consumed each-other, gently removing both her outer and inner layers of top clothing. Their naked upper-halves were now pressed up against the other, her breasts pushed up against the lower parts of his chest as she tiptoed to meet his mouth. In shy yet steady movements, Yachiru began to lightly push the pair towards his bed, positioning herself on top of his lap as he sat down on the edge.

He broke the kiss for a few moments, his eyes trailing down to the roundness of her breasts before shooting back up and indulging in the comfort of her mouth once again. Her own movements became more aggressive — fuelled by some form of frustration that she couldn't seem to identify. Her fingers tugged at the towel covering his lower half, to which he gladly gratified her in unravelling the fabric below him. Satoru reversed their positions, laying her down gently on the bed as his hands started their own work in removing her Hakama pants, easily undoing the belt-like white fabric that bound them to her form as he pulled them down to her ankles along with her underwear in one swift motion.

Yachiru kicked off the garments, discarding them to an unknown crevice of his room. She looked up at him, his eyes held a mixture of passion and lust — but above all else, pure enamour. Yachiru cupped his face with both of her hands, bringing his lips to meet hers for the third time. His mouth began to travel southward, peppering her jaw and neck with sweet kisses, leading down to her breasts and eventually to her stomach. His careful movements elicited a tingling sensation in her lower regions, his mouth drawing nearer and nearer to said region as his kisses continued their journey down to the space between her legs.

He propped her thighs atop his strong shoulders, teasing her in a moment of mischief as he worshipped her thighs in a series of languid, wet kisses trailing up to her heat. A smirk decorated his face as he was met with her forbidden area. A small, but pleasing noise left her mouth as he lightly blew slow breaths on the region, and it was at this moment that he decided he wanted to hear more of her cute mewls.

His tongue began to work it's magic, the sweet whines that left her mouth upon contact only encouraging him more. The slow swipe of his tongue against her nether-region had her legs shaking and her hands grasping at the sheets of his bed, the pleasure circulating through her body at this moment in time was almost too much for her to handle as she felt the knot in her stomach unwinding at a dangerous pace.

He stopped in his tracks, an involuntarily whine escaping her mouth as he ceased contact with her now soaked area.

"Did you like that?" He looked her in the eyes, teasing her with his words. She was speechless, responding in the only way that she could by grabbing his face and forcing it to meet hers. His much larger form towered over her as his now completely hardened member pressed up against her clit.

Satoru wasn't expecting her to want to go any further, but was once again surprised by the female as her hand moved down between their bodies and grabbed his member, positioning it to align with her opening.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to." He said, planting a light peck on her cheek as a grunt left his lips upon her contact with his cock.

"I want to feel all of you."

That was all the man needed to hear, pushing himself into the hole that Yachiru had directed him to just moments before. Satoru moaned out her name, and she enjoyed the needy tone that it held within the speech. He watched as her face ceased up in pain for a few seconds, having already anticipated that this would be her first time. Satoru didn't move for a few moments, his lips gently kissing her face to help her take her mind away from the pain.

It was soon usurped by a throbbing sensation, prompting Yachiru to move her hips rhythmically up and down the thick bodily intruder. His arms abruptly caged themselves around her, supporting his weight as he began to meet her thrusts. Their bodies moved in synchronisation, her soft mewls and his stifled groans only adding to the desire to please that they both held for one another. They had finally reached the closeness that their bodies had been begging for; now completely connected in an act of love-driven sexual desire.

"S-...Satoru~..." Their lips found their way to each-other once again, his thrusts becoming more and more intense as she felt herself unwind beneath him. A feeling a pure ecstasy crashed over her as she met her climax, the male above her scrunching his face up as he felt the walls around his member squeeze a little too much for him to keep his control. He found himself pounding into her, her legs still dangling over his shoulders in a mating press as he finally released inside of her. He pulled himself out, looking down between their heated bodies as he gazed at the mess they had both made.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." He plopped down next to her, panting slightly as he immediately engulfed her in his arms, holding her as close as he possibly could. Her head nestled in the comfort of his chest for a few moments before he grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his own. The soft smile that decorated his face screamed captivation, her tired expression had his heart threatening to explode.

"Let's go get you washed up."

Satoru picked her up bridal style, carrying her into the bathroom and gently placing her down on the wooden stool. He turned on the faucet, drenching her in the water as he began to wash her himself. He carefully cleaned the area between her legs, soaping up and cleansing her entire body before leaning down to her ear to utter a few words.

"I love you, Yachiru."

He couldn't help it. He had yearned for her ever since the first moment he had met her as a child; there was not a day that he did not think about her. Only now, they were adults, and he was able to fully demonstrate his love for her through both his actions and words.

His utterance only added to her already dazed state, and only after a brief moment of delay did she respond.

"I love you too, Satoru."

A/N:

Lol sorry if this was bad I'm really not used to writing this type of scenario - lovey dovey sex is quite difficult to write!

Next up is the Shibuya arc, things about to get serious 😤 Hope you're all ready.