Observer

Choso's curiosity has been getting the best of him lately.

He remains mindful in his duties but can't help but research in his spare time knowing that the unknown is slowly eroding him. 

Yesterday, he had some reports about Itadori's status regarding Sukuna. Usually, Choso finagles these so that they work in Yuuji's favor to keep Getou's interest averted as long as possible. No one is comfortable with the attention of that man.

Once having made the necessary changes, Choso made his way to Getou's room to deliver the updates but upon arriving heard crashing sounds and knew better than to simply open the door. As he leaned into it though muffled cries of a woman, some sounding comparable to Elska's but some resembling horror, entered his ears. To his own bewilderment, the being became intrigued and decided that taking a peek using his observer's technique would be the only safe answer.

Choso swiftly strolled back to his office, shutting the door behind him. After sliding his phone face down on the desk, he took refuge in the swiveling leather chair to chase relaxation; untying his hair to encourage the feeling.

Choso's wavy thick black hair curtains his face as he leans forward, feeling a little dirty about his intentions for doing this but he really needs to know more.

There's something about that kind of social interaction...

It's bewitching.

While sitting, Choso swung his back to the door and drew an oval shaped design into the air. He closed his eyes and focused on mapping the trail to Getou's room, a much simpler task than transporting people. When he finished, his view returned and before him was a real time vision of what was happening in there.

Pictured was Getou mounting a curvy black-haired woman who was bound up in chains and face down on her knees. The being's eyes widened with the instinctive notion of abhorrence.

Choso was confused because although it looked sort of like what Naoya was doing to Elska, Getou seemed to be hurting the girl in front of him. He was unsure of if she was crying but her expression definitely read distress in contrast to Suguru's that has an ingrained smile; accompanied by laughter.

Choso couldn't see much from that approach but caught sight of Getou's length as he began to harshly administer repetitive full thrusts, ramming the woman into the floor. Her entire body jolted with each round which seemed to excite Getou further as he taunted her with, "I knew you were a slut."

Choso was trying to take away as much as he could from this display but couldn't help but feel Getou was doing it wrong.

Naoya's approach seemed a lot less, well, selfish.

Choso listens to the woman grunt into a whine but its followed by, "I didn't say you could cum yet bitch."

Getou struck the woman with her own chains, rapidly bringing Choso to the conclusion of that was enough. He didn't care to see anymore. 

Today, Choso relives the shiver that crossed his body nearly 24 hours before. Never has he been witness to something so blatantly cruel and he stews on this fact while forming even more contempt for the man he works for.

This time though he thought, 'Maybe I should try her…'.

It's been a long shift but Choso found himself with extra time since he didn't need to be on medical standby; everyone is at the base.

He sits down in his chair like before but less relaxed for he doesn't know what he's going to come across. Hopefully nothing like yesterday.

The being again traces the oval in the air before shutting his eyes until he can once again navigate the distance and map the path. Elska's location may be of greater distance but the shadow realm doesn't follow the same rules as this dimensional plane so in the same amount of time, he locates her. Once he's completed the trail, he unfastens his eyes to the sounds leading from the window-like projection.

Choso sees Elska riding Gojo on a red loveseat although he wouldn't know to use such vocabulary. His mouth drops at the full view, being thankful for whatever it was in that room that created the shadow allowing this infiltration. It's as if he's sitting across from the couch on the floor only mere feet away.

Now he can see exactly how it's done.

"So that's where Naoya was putting it..."

Choso's eyes are completely honed into the way Gojo and her are connected, where and how Elska's making his member move in and out of her.

At first Choso considers that perhaps he didn't have any awareness of this act because maybe it's some kind of technique that only some shaman can do, such as barrier creation. Even with logic sewing reason, Choso guesses it's not a shaman thing at all though since Gojo nor Naoya used cursed energy but what else could explain Elska's demeanor changing whenever these men do that?

He's really intrigued by this side of her and now begins to piece together that maybe Toji does too; which could be another reason the giant left.

"Are all females like this? Or just her?"

A question that exists merely because the being too has caught onto a pattern here concerning Elska and men around her. He also doesn't know any other women.

Gojo groans but it's capsized by Elska's pretty mewl. Choso looks down to his own lap, envisioning past his suit.

His eyes snap back up when Elska and Gojo moan in unison; discovering that their even their sounds hitch his breath. Choso finds himself with the strange feeling again, that overwhelming tingling that makes him grab himself through the slacks.

He distinguishes his own meaty extension becoming firmer yet tender and its throbbing in response to the naughty sights playing out before him. The being cannot tear his view away from their dance yet merely watching has also become unbearable. 

Elska suddenly staggers from Gojo's lap to her feet.

Choso frowns and sighs thinking he must have caught the end of it all but Elska twists around and returns to Gojo's lap, leaving Choso to gaze on her face and breasts.

"Oh...she's..."

Choso swallows down nervously while his eyes feast and cheeks redden.

She's definitely having a better time than Getou's woman. Choso doesn't have to be experienced to comprehend the rudimentary.

Elska's expression is soft with furrowed brows and an open mouth while her body fiercely slams against Gojo. The being finds it interesting that she seems so overwhelmed but is controlling the situation and doesn't slow down. It's like she's using Gojo to assault herself.

A high-pitched, "mmmmmAhh!" leaves her as Choso perceives Gojo's smile widening. The silver shaman is doing something with one of his hands but Choso isn't at the right angle to view it. Whatever it was, the being notes that she seems to really like it.

He can't take it anymore.

Choso leans back in his chair, hand on his crotch as he continues to watch them go at it. He puts some pressure into his palm and brushes down towards his thighs, causing himself to vocally shudder.

This is strangely wonderful.

He's watching the climaxes unfurl between the two, their cries making him grip himself now as he sees Gojo hold her in place above him, lifting hips into her. Elska's expression of satisfactory defeat and Gojo's gentility also prods at Choso's awareness.

Choso's seen so much in his lifetime but wonders how he never discovered this before.

'I wonder if my brothers knew?'

The show before him has come to an end but the being doesn't release the technique, gathering that their bareness helps him feel good too. He's reaching into his pants now, fondling himself in different ways, experimenting with what feels best. His hands are pretty big but suddenly his grip has widened more than usual as he holds himself snugly.

Choso's not even aware of his own moans as he mirrors the same motions along his shaft that would be experienced if he were with one of those girls.

"W-w...wha-mmmm..."

His body tenses up, causing the rest of him to become erect as well while he quickens his moving hold. There's a small amount of liquid oozing out of the head.

He runs his fingers along the tip giving it a fluent ribbed like sensation causing his own toes curl for a second.

"Uhh..ah...feels really nice..."

Choso continues to stroke but is back to focusing on their interactions; Gojo is dressing Elska as she seems to be losing her usual collected state.

The being doesn't find her as exciting in this situation covered but the little dress is still pretty revealing.

Appetizing in a way.

Choso bites his bottom lip and starts shimmying his pants as they seem to have shrunk around his hips but then the door to his office swings open.

"Cho-soooo I need you to sign off on these they're impor-"

Naoya's voice is lost as his eyes meet Choso's technique.

The Zenin's previous good mood becomes decimated as he's presented with a naked Gojo embracing a barely dressed Elska.

"What in the God damn fuck..."

Naoya's heart shatters; immediately enraged at the fact that they're holding each other and the implications of how their dress, or lack thereof, insinuates a situation of anathema for him.

"What does that silver-shaded dick think he is doing with her?"

But that's when Naoya's eyes flash over to see Choso's flushed face paired with open pants and still clothed erection.

"What the FUCK is going on in here Choso!?"

Naoya's deep voice booms through the room hollowing Choso as he jumps to his feet instead of standing up. The being braces himself as Naoya beelines for him, or so he thought.

The Zenin completely passes him though in an attempt to jump through what he probably assumes to be a portal; completely heated at the sight of Gojo swaying Elska in his arms.

"Naoya NO! YOU CAN'T!"

Choso grabs onto Naoya's shoulder and uses his cursed energy to rip the stocky man away as fast as he could.

Naoya flies backwards to the other side of the room and into a corner of the desk but Choso knows it's too late when he sees the ripple effect cascade outwards from where he assumes Naoya's hand penetrated the surface.

Choso is left unable to breathe when he sees Gojo looking around the room in a completely defensive state; hoping that the silver villain is left ignorant as to what just happened. Choso quickly releases the window immediately afterwards.

"Naoya...that technique is only untraceable as long as what is observed remains undisturbed!"

Choso catches himself actually raising his voice for the second time ever, which seems to throw Naoya by surprise too.

He's trying to calm down but between getting busted and then almost catching the wrath of Satoru Gojo himself, Choso's a little on edge.

"You could've ruined everything! We lose a major advantage if they find out I can do this Naoya…"

"Tch. I thought I made myself pretty clear you little perv! You are not to touch yourself to Elska Oda…what the fuck!?"

Naoya is standing himself up, brushing the dirt from his arms and cracking his neck. He's irritated by this, triggering thoughts like, 'HIM TOO NOW?'

Naoya doesn't understand that Choso is simply inquisitive about the act and isn't actually wanting to try and take Elska. The poor blonde is just paranoid after it seems everyone else does.

 "You actually said for me to not touch myself to the thoughts of you and her. I remember!"

Choso corrects Naoya in a matter-of-fact manner, still collecting himself from the infusion of his groin and the seriousness of what almost happened. He's met with a possible legitimate defense though.

"Why didn't you just call or even knock? Why come all the way to see me in person, Naoya? Seems a little extensive if you ask me..."

"You litt-Choso…she is spoken for…by me!"

The blonde's amber eyes trail down to Choso's pants again. Naoya's displeasure is demonstrated through the natural twisting of his features but he resonates with the being's unusually nervous body language and tones it down.

"Choso...do you understand why this is wrong?"

The untimely hybrid appears to be more of a scolded puppy even more. Instead of hearing an answer though, Naoya's bludgeoned by the big watering eyes that tell of the being's anxiety.

"If I see this again Choso, I'll tug it so hard it falls off. It's completely inappropriate since Elska is going to be my wife. As her husband, I am the only one privy to her skin."

He points to Choso's phone that's lit up and displaying 4 missed calls.

"Also, I totally did call...a few times! If you weren't so busy doing weird stuff you'd notice."

Naoya's voice carry to the being harshly but Choso also recognizes an uncharacteristically soft tone in the Zenin's tone. 

Naoya officially feels like if he doesn't get to Elska right away or at least soon, he'd lose his chance with her forever.

It abundantly clear to him, her affections for Gojo but that makes Naoya insecure about his own for her. He never planned on caring for whoever his wife would end up being, marriage has always been about beneficial arrangements within the clans. Not once did he even think twice about the idea when she was mentioned to him initially years ago.

As long as I know the woman can produce strong heirs I needn't hear anything more. She'll adjust if she's worth what you say.

A worthless comment made by an immature spoiled rich kid.

These days however, Naoya finds the time and distance between them to be fucking torturous. He's certain Elska feels something for him too but isn't able to sum up the totality of exactly how much that is. He knows he's lucky to have such emotions for his intended but also is compelled by the need to share them.

The room remains soundless for a minute until Naoya sighs and looks to Choso who's pitifully cowering.

"Look Cho, I'll keep this our little secret if you do that for me so I can see her tomorrow…"

Naoya's still pretty pissed off about everything he just saw…literally everything but when he looks to the being who is undoubtedly embarrassed, he can't help but feel bad for the guy.

He's new to this kind of stuff.

Plus, when Naoya thinks of how Elska looked in that tiny little slip, he shudders pleasurably and tweaks his fantasies. In his day dreams, she would typically bear traditional wear but he sees absolutely zero issue with this installment if its something she prefers. A small yet devious grin takes over the Zenin's face as he considers how much less work a garment like that requires to remove.

Turning his attention back to his sordid friend he dwells on how Choso probably would have remained uncorrupted had Naoya only done his job that day when he caught them. He realizes this.

"Just don't do that to her ever again. You need to find someone else to peep on, Tom."

Choso doesn't understand the reference but nods his head in agreeably while looking down to the right, still too embarrassed to meet eyes with Naoya while on that subject.

Naoya sighs again and walks closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Look, it's alright. All men have been through something similar at one point or another honestly. Maybe not quite like this because looking-at-Elska-is-forbidden but you know, similar situations."

Naoya attempts to add encouragement to his voice because other than this he's become really fond of Choso as they've grown closer recently.

"It's almost like a rite of passage."

He's forced to trudge up a smile for Choso who looks unconvinced.

"You're just a really, really late bloomer buddy. Welcome to manhood nonetheless."

He pats Choso's shoulder and then turns to leave the room. Being exposed to that much of Elska's form unexpectedly has Naoya really riled up.

"I fucking mean it though, if you're going to hold your sausage hostage then you better leave my wife out of it. I'll know too if you don't!"

Naoya maniacally acts out the tugging off of an assumed penis but smiles and pulls the door shut behind him never even addressing which papers he needed signed.

A faint, "I'll be back in the morning" is heard as his footsteps fade.

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Toji is confidently strolling the academy halls with a large paper bag in hand.

"He won't be able to resist this special edition! Haha!"

He woke up on the floor of his demolished apartment, without wings luckily. Toji's still overjoyed over his new form; loving the power surging through him although he hasn't summoned any cursed energy since the scuffle between him and Gojo.

"Tch…Gojo…" he grumbles while turning a corner, "I am surely the better option now, she only needs the truth."

Toji arrives to Nanami's office but finds that it's empty.

"Maybe I should have called. Shit, what if he's out on a mission?!."

Standing in front of the doorway, he speculates on where the all shaman could be at this time of day.

After deciding to continue down into the hall and looking for anyone who would know of Kento's whereabouts, he imagines bumping into Megumi and smiles until he begins to hear voices. Toji nears them silently but recognizes what he's hearing as the distance disappears.

"God damn it…."

Toji mutters his discomfort while leaning into the doorway and finding Nanami, Gojo and Elska sitting around that same large conference table.

The giant's gaze draws towards Elska first who looks in much better condition than the night before. As he scans over her white tank top and skin, Toji's initially thankful to see that he didn't leave her with any bruises but then morosely gathers that it probably meant she's likely fed since.

Gojo defensively launches to his feet upon seeing Toji; slightly confused as to why the traitor was able to appear without triggering Gojo's six eyes.

Nanami sighs, "I swear if you two break anything, I'll make sure it's deducted from your pay Satoru…"

Toji immediately punches a hole through the door, "HAA you heard him Gojo!".

 "TOJI what the hell?"

Nanami is standing now too but slams his hands down against the solid wood table.

 "Toji! stop it."

Elska remains sitting but her expression is stern.

Toji throws his head up, "I'm sorry Nanami…I couldn't help myself."

But then expresses his humility and mumbles, "I won't do it again…"

Elska looks satisfied by this but the other two men are shocked by how easily he listened to her.

Toji shuffles to the side of the table closest to him and hands the bag to Nanami.

"This is for helping me with my room.", ending with a mischievous wink.

"The fuck is he talking about Nanamin?"

Gojo orients his entire head in a dramatic way to narrowly eye his blonde friend. He's can't believe Toji would have the balls to show his face again so soon after what happened.

'And now there's talk of a room? Toji can't live here!'

Satoru's imagination pictures Toji standing at the foot of their bed while they unknowingly sleep, swigging a bottle in the dark. His giant hands would lift the blankets by their ankles and then sneak his way underneath to Elska...where Toji would then take advantage of their inability to defend.

'No fucking way that's going down.'

Gojo turns to Elska now on his left searching her for signs of being disturbed by Toji's arrival but she isn't. Her posture has actually straightened and her eyes have yet to leave the cunt since he entered, which Satoru definitely doesn't like.

 "I never said yes, Toji just doesn't listen. He forgot to also mention the part where I explained until you guys resolve your issues. Think about the students, I can't allo-"

"Fuck that", Toji interjects, "I'm moving in y'all. My place is toast now so I have no other choice."

Satoru scoffs

Toji throws his hands up in comical defeat as he prepares to lay the gravy on them.

"My son is here and so is my mas-…Elska…who is still in danger by the way."

He looks to Gojo now, both of their eyes narrow simultaneously as their scowls also form.

Satoru rolls his shoulders back and intensifies his presence.

"What happened at your place, Toji? You're not hurt are you?"

Elska's voice in brimming with concern as she now finally stands and joins the others in the room. She lands her right hand on Satoru's arm to display that she's still very aware of his hesitation but is also asking him to hold off for a moment.

"Doll, I'm so glad you asked actually…"

A wide grin takes over Toji's expression as his excitement builds. He wanted to show her rather than tell her but this is still going to be good.

"It wasn't an attack or anything. Nope, as a matter of fact, it turns out that you gave me wings-SHAHHHHH"

The cry that leaves Toji is agonizing and wild.

The giant hunches over and grabs at his shoulders, "FUCK not right now!"

He's struggling to the floor but finally catches himself before falling over, being on his hands and knees now.

Elska tries to run over to him but Satoru grabs her arm and pulls her back forcefully, not knowing what to expect.

"No love."

Gojo then nods to Nanami, praying that Toji loses his shit and gives them justification for eradication.

Toji's muscles are dancing along his back as his skin begins to stretch from large bone protrusions.

"Why does it hurt so fucking bad!?"

After what seems like forever, the formed bones finally rip through his back and the massive deep grey wings take shape around him. His tattered shirt falls forward; tethered only by the waist. His wings are much thicker than Elska's and used more area where they conjoined from the spine outward.

No one says anything at first. They just stand there as the gusts of air wave through them.

"I can't believe it! Toji! They're…beautiful."

Elska gasps and reaches out for one of the stray feathers that was blown across the table as he's tearing off the rest of his shirt.

"They're so big! Wow Toji!"

She can't help but feel excited over finally seeing what others saw when they look at her.

Toji's stature is large as it is but with the added mass of feathers he almost seemed imperial…like some kind of winged royalty. Their eyes meet for only a moment but the gaze between them seems timeless as it sucks them into a kind of trance.

Elska's eyes begin to glow, fangs slowly forming. She mindlessly tries to walk towards him a second time with him never leaving her sight. Satoru snatches at her again and yanks her backward which throws her back into reality.

"Have you forgotten what he's done to us, love? To YOU? This cunt is the reason our lives are as fucked as they are!"

Satoru's words are harsh, stinging Elska as she recollects exactly what he's referring to.

'Why am I like this…, she can only wonder hopelessly.

Gojo's right.

"I'm sorry Sati...I...forgot or something...I don't know but...I understand."

It's all she manages in response.

Nanami witnesses the moment Fushiguro reaches his limit.

"No. I don't think so Gojo…you've got this shit allllllllllll twisted."

Toji's voice is lowered to the point that it seems like he may even growl. He steps a little closer to the couple, wings twitching randomly as he does.

"Doll…you have no idea who this guy really is."

Gojo's lungs feel like they will go into overdrive.

"He kidnapped you from your world Elska, held you prisoner, abused you…"

Nanami's eyes widen as he tears off the cap of the bottle and instantly chugs from it.

"And then he had your memories erased so he could trick you into a relationship. He's fucking dangerous doll and he has a history of this kind of shit too."

Satoru hasn't moved but his grip on her arm has become unbearable so she tries to pull it away from him.

Gojo releases her immediately not being conscious of his actions.

"My love…please, don't listen to him…", his eyes remain on Toji, evolving into a menacing state.

Satoru is actually the one to growl his anguish, "It's not that simple."

"Great! Now that's out in the open..."

Nanami is only now putting down the bottle, already showing signs of intoxication. Everyone turns to him to address the random interruption as he pulls the bottle out of the paper bag and slides it to Elska.

"I can't fucking believe you two right now…", Nanami reprimands Toji and Gojo, "She definitely deserves the next go."

Elska receives the bottle, catching it with both hands along its path. The atmosphere is so incredibly tense and weird as she tries to take in Toji's words.

"What you're saying Toji, that would explain a lot actually…"

Hands shaking, she swigs the bottle herself coughing slightly after her introduction to Jameson. It probably looks as if she didn't enjoy the taste but she repeats the same action twice more, drinking larger gulps each time.

Elksa's positive about that information supposed to be shocking her but can't bring herself to negatively react.

'It's almost not surprising though and that would explain Sati's unique flavor.'

All three men tensely observe her.

"Jeez you guys, this is pretty awkward. What the hell?"

She rarely swears but felt this was as good a time as any and she's still kind of dazed while trying to piece things together from her own perspective.

Satoru is still frozen solid as he fails to understand her reaction once again.

'Why is she snickering?'

He's finding that even after all of this time, Elska is still so unpredictable.

'How did she just take that kind of information in stride?'

Gojo picks up on how she doesn't seem to discredit it, in fact she seems to be coming to terms with it.

'Is this it, is she going to leave me?'

Satoru is staring off in space, retreating into his mind when he feels Elska nudge him with the bottle. He looks down to her as she stares straight ahead, unwilling to meet his eyes at the time. He slowly takes the bottle in disbelief and quickly guzzles some like his life depends on it.

'Is she just having a delayed reaction? This is fucking creepy.'

Toji is waiting for shit to hit the fan too and is feels completely disconnected when it fails to. As he listens to Gojo chasing a buzz his eyes meet Elska's but he's not sure what she's feeling, she's not giving anything away.

Toji was expecting her to completely freak out or maybe even attack Gojo herself, hoping so anyways. He already prepared what he'd say to her while pulling her off the silver haired monster.

Elska does glance over to him again for a moment and he can sense her gears turning.

"Are you alright, doll?"

Gojo slams down the bottle, surprisingly not shattering it.

"Stop with the fucking pet names before I rip your fucking mouth off."

 "I will be once Sati passes you the bottle."

Elska giggles a little as the sudden introduction of alcohol begins to affect her as well.

"Sati, don't be such an ass…I mean, seriously…like you've room to talk right now."

Gojo naturally thinks to be offended for a second but can't help but still remain on edge by her demeanor. She hardly speaks to him that way and he's completely unsettled by her composure.

'She's still calling me Sati…'

Gojo shrinks down as the pressure seems too great, gathering he would've preferred her to lose her shit and express her anger or betrayal. She finally looks back at him and she even smiles although he cannot fathom as to why.

 "L-…Elska..." Satoru's voice is so unsure of itself as her name leaves his lips.

"Pass Toji the bottle."

Elska sees Satoru's reluctance as he's picking up on the symbology of the situation. She doesn't care though, he will play nice.

"You've both said your piece now stop being a child and just give him the bottle Sati."

She looks to Toji now who is extending out a hand, smugly ready to accept the forced gesture.

"Toji, don't make this any more difficult than it already is…"

To this the giant huffs and shamefully removes the arrogance from his expression.

Nanami stands up, laughing, "Grown men…", and shakes his head as he announces he'll be right back. Everyone watches him leave until Satoru finally slides the bottle across from him, towards Toji.

"Take it, cunt."

 "SATI."

Toji and Gojo's eyes lock even while Toji drinks. After the first sip Fushiguro lets out, "HAHH…yea, this definitely was needed today.", before tilting it upwards for more.

His wings flutter as he takes in the beverage, causing Elska and Gojo's attention to remain on him.

"Ok, I guess now that that is settled, I may need that again before I say my bit…"

Elska now waves to the bottle in Toji's hand which he leans over slowly to hand it to her, nervous by what exactly her next move consists of.

She guzzles some this time and Satoru twitches in response, wanting her to slow down considering she was such a lightweight. When Elska sets it down, it's with purpose.

"Listen you two…"

She sighs deeply.

"I am not oblivious, I was simply missing pieces of the puzzle. Sati, my dream last night…I believe it was a memory of the first time I gave myself to you."

She notices Toji shift his stance, being out of the loop.

"You've always had this taste about you so I've sensed that dark side of you this entire time. The nightmares, I'm accepting now that they may potentially all be memories…which means I know far more than you think I do."

Both men remain stoic, unsure of where this is heading. Satoru's face looks like he's in pain, genuine agony as she progresses and turns towards him.

"You've done some really horrible things my sweet Sati...not only to me but others as well. I can't argue that."

She cups her left hand into his cheek as he buries his face into it reflexively.

"And as sick as it is, I almost understand. It's just who you are. If I remember correctly then I think I've said this before although it's even more so true now..."

Satoru's eyes anxiously meet hers, barricaded with trauma that assures him her sweet tone will soon sour.

"You were raised to believe that love was not in your nature but Sati, you are no monster."

Gojo inhales sharply, almost as if he'd been holding his breath the entire day. His eyes close as his face reddens from emotion.

"Sati, you didn't know how to express your feelings properly then but you do now. You've gotten so much better. You're my knight."

Satoru brings his hands up to hers on his face and gently holds it as a single tear rolls down his other cheek. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"If you never took me from my world, I wouldn't be here with everyone from this world today. I'm pretty happy here in case you're wondering."

Gojo responds in a whisper that leaves a timid smile in it wake once he recalls that wonderful night she's referring to and soaks up her current words. He completes the memory for them both.

"This must be love."

Elska half laughs, half cries as her own tears are beginning to form this bizarre situation.

"Love…"

Gojo's arms wrap around her as if she's the most valuable thing on the planet.

"My love…"

Nanami enters the room again either missing the atmosphere or completely ignoring it.

"I knew I had another one somewhere! With the content being spewed, I figured that one Jamie wouldn't be enough."

He sets the second bottle down and opens it unbothered by the first one being unfinished.

"I care about all of you, yes even you Toji…but this is the most dysfunctional shit I've ever heard of in my life."

Kento wearily laughs to his own honesty as he swigs from the new bottle.

Toji flips the chair he was using around leaving the support in front of him as he sits at the table, feeling defeated.

'How in the fuck did that just go down like that? All of that work, lying, sneaking around, scheming…and for what? Elska still loves him anyway?!'

Toji reaches for the first bottle and gulps a decent amount down before verbally lamenting.

"What the fuck man…this doesn't even make sense..."

Elska turns to Toji now, placing her hand on top of his teetering the bottle on the table.

"You Toji, you're not innocent either. You need to stop trying to manipulate us."

The giant scoffs to this, removing his hand and the bottle from under hers to drink again.

"Toji…"

The hurt is evident in her tone.

"Look doll, since I'm taking this harder than you are let me just have a minute."

He softens his voice to her after feeling his angst was heading in her direction so he elucidates further.

"This isn't what I expected to be honest. I thought you'd end up hating Gojo or something along those lines..."

Toji watches her drink from the second bottle that Nanami handed to her. A smile forming on her face as she wipes away the liquid that spilled from her lips. Toji's finally noticing that she's wearing black sweatpants but the snug little white tank top now has little dribbled murky spots from the spillage. His wings flutter again while he observes her and for once he doesn't care about who's watching him watch her.

"Toji, you're still very special to me and you should understand that thoroughly."

Elska catches him darting eyes over to Satoru after she spoke, leading Toji to a grin indicating that Satoru probably didn't like what she said very much.

"We are bonded now; our relationship is also very unique. I've never had one of you before...a turned but I do know we can figure this all out."

She now sits down, feeling tipsy and warm.

"I can't believe it's finally out there though..."

Elska's relief is clear when she leans back and stretches.

"It really all makes so much more sense now! This is kind of nuts!"

Elska's composed demeanor instantaneously relaxes everyone in the room and it becomes evident that her ability to be understanding and empathetic has been greatly underestimated.

Nanami leans over where he sits, "Shame on these men, Elska. Imagine if you had a quiet guy like myself. There would certainly not be any of this happening right now."

Kento laughs while awaiting the rebuttal.

"Not uhh Nanamin you're a scoundrel too! I caught you staring at her little lady last night."

Satoru laughs loudly knowing he's just struck a nerve; Kento cares about perception.

"You're face right now!"

Gojo's lost in giggles, growing less anxious as his tension fades.

Toji and Elska stiffen to these words as they both know Satoru's meaning. Toji angrily snaps his head to Nanami not understanding why that would even transpire. 

"WHAT?" The giant stands and his wings begin to flail.

"Toji you have to calm down! I'm sure it's a joke!"

She glares at Satoru for stirring things up again.

"Why would you say that?"

She shoves his shoulder in hopes that small bit odd normalcy they were just experiencing wasn't ruined.

"I'm kidding! We all know our Nanamin wouldn't do such a thing!"

Gojo twists towards his now statuesque friend with an evil grin, hinting that he'll blow the shit out of proportion if he needs to for he has the power to throw him under the bus.

Nanami loosens his tie while he awkwardly chuckles, fully comprehending what Satoru's eyes are threatening.

"Alright boys…I don't mean to cut this short but I'm in desperate need of a shower."

Elska stumbles once getting to her feet and remembers that she's still technically wearing both men.

"Ok, I'm a little drunk so maybe a bath then!"

All four chuckle as she straightens herself and makes her way to the door.

"I'll come back when I'm done if you're still gathered here. Please be good while I'm gone."

Elska waves her hand away but the room becomes briefly stagnant from her absence.

Satoru and Toji both take a swig at the same time which causes Nanami to laugh.

"You know, you two aren't so different from each other if you really think about it."

This statement isn't met well though and it shows when Toji and Gojo refuse to look at each other.

"Difference is, this fuck always wins. I mean seriously, what the fuck even was that just now?!"

Toji rolls his eyes as he sits again, placing an elbow down on the table to rest his head in hand. He's facing Nanami but is purposefully using his hand to block Gojo out of his view.

"I really do I guess...but it still doesn't feel like a win though."

Gojo sighs as the outcome is still blowing his mind. His little Elska is really something else. He's twirling the ends of his hair as he thinks about how much time he spent in fear of this exact predicament.

He was so sure she would be mortified, that her fear would consequently force him into a pile of suicidal goo.

"You still get to feed from her though so it can't be called a true victory…cunt."

Nanami re-enters the conversation with little patience.

"Are you seriously telling me that even after all of this, you two are STILL making it about yourselves?"

Nanami completely removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing.

"Neither of you really gave her a choice to begin with so why is it so important that she chooses now? What, like you value her will or something suddenly?"

Kento's tone is friendly but he's agitated at how they can fail to get along or even understand.

Empty chuckles exude from Toji's mouth, his nerves are being worked again.

"What are we supposed to do, fucking share her?"

Gojo shifts his weight in his chair and uncrosses his legs.

Nanami brings his hands together in an intense moment of deliberation. "I mean, yea…maybe. Look at the situation here!"

Toji postures himself upright immediately, anger spewing from his expression.

"She's not a fucking toy. How could you even suggest that shit?!"

The giant glances to Gojo out of curiosity. Satoru proceeds to drink back some more from the second bottle but Toji is surprised to not hear more protests from him as well.

"Let me just say that if it weren't for Naoya Zenin, I wouldn't even be considering this."

Gojo is smiling wide, feeling a little drunk now while he continues to open up.

"I wonder how he's doing now..."

"Hold the fuck up Gojo. What do you mean by that?"

Toji is quick to want to understand the implications of that sentence. One of his eyebrows are raised as he gives Gojo his full attention.

"Well...right before Choso cut me loose Naoya brought her to me. He was putting her…in a tough position and one thing led to another. It was a really bizarre occurrence but long story short, that was almost a threesome."

Gojo pauses a moment as if he's reflecting, "Had I been able to move? It would've definitely been a threesome."

"Naoya...fucked Elska?"

Toji's voice is matched with the same surprise as his expression.

Much like Elska, Naoya has been officially underestimated as well.

"Ha-yeah! Right in front of me."

Satoru takes another drink as he greedily relishes in the memory. He sees Elska's face again and how overrun she apparently felt when the Zenin was doing his thing.

Gojo's mannerisms are so casual when he speaks that it doesn't seem to sit right with the others listening; he just doesn't pay it any mind

"She was partially in my lap for the majority of it. Naoya's a ballsy one...taking her from behind like that. I want to do more! I just couldn't move."

"What?! Satoru, are you serious? And he's still alive?!"

Nanami is flabbergasted by the calmness of the words leaving his possessive friend's mouth. He also wishes that he'd not been given such details about the occurrence.

"Well…"

Gojo laughs to himself as he makes eye contact, shifting between the two.

"Of course, initially I was ready to disembowel the fucker but as it progressed...I don't know, I just realized that I was into it!"

Satoru shrugs his shoulders as he relives the situation some more, a deep, devious sigh existing his throat.

"I'm going to kill that little shit…"

Toji drinks again

"He wants to make her a fucking Zenin, Gojo, surely you know this. What do you think the boy is cute or something?"

"Of course I'm aware but I'm never going to let that happen. Also, I'm not attracted to Naoya…I just like how he makes her feel."

Satoru shivers now to his own words.

"Woah, that sounded weird to actually admit...even in front of you, Nanamin."

Nanami is genuinely curious about all of this now so he removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves to reduce his alcohol sweats. He never would've imagined Satoru being open to this considering Kento's one of the few people that is familiar with the devil inside of Gojo and how Elska existence further warped his behavior.

Nanami always kept an eye on Elska from afar just in case Gojo ever relapsed into old, terrible habits. He couldn't bear to know that she'd endure more. The silver shaman has kept a good streak but upon seeing how incoherent and roughed up Elska was last night, Nanami did fear for a second there.

"Well Satoru? Could you see the same possibilities with Toji?"

Gojo looks over Toji fully, from wing to torso as that's all he can see. He's acting like he's sizing the giant up for the first time all over again.

Satoru wants to say no but in his current state of mind he can't help but admit that he's a little interested. He could argue that it wouldn't be right due to Toji's feelings for her, understanding that those could be threatening but Gojo gets that Naoya falls under this exact category as well.

"I don't man...I don't see how it would work.Toji would have to cut off his own dick first and that just seems a little pointless with this purpose, wouldn't you agree?."

 "What?!"

Toji and Nanami hurl the baffling question at the same time, assuming Gojo has dished out an outlandish ultimatum.

"Don't you remember Toji? That day. The day you fucking tricked me into a misery?"

Toji's eyes nervously shift to the bottle but then back to Satoru.

"You said you would rather chop off your own dick than ever lay eyes on my mine. Are you not a man of your word?"

Satoru now hoots at how seriously they took him a few seconds ago as he was really just being a prick. He's surprised when Toji actually cackles to his joke and finds himself unable to fight off that stupid manly, infectious laugh. Nanami's humor doesn't seem to mesh well with mention of a dick lost however.

"Would you be able to stay in your fucking lane if I said yes, Toji?"

Gojo is all seriousness now as he questions Toji, implying that he is really thinking about it.

"I don't know exactly how I would do that but are you seriously considering this? What if she doesn't even want to?"

Toji's failing to hide his excitement.

Sure, he didn't want to share if he could help it but he also recalls a time where he wasn't so against the idea.

"Holy shit, I have a weird sexual experience like that with Zenin too now that you mention it..."

Gojo and Nanami are all ears; Gojo's face being a little more serious as this will be news to him.

"Well…uhh…it was after I fed her for the first time…"

Toji's voice trails off wondering if he should've kept his mouth shut considering the sensitive information but Gojo doesn't look like he's going to swing, yet.

"We didn't know Naoya was there but it turns out he came for his men, who Elska fantastically handled by the way! There was blood everywhere and the sheer amount of gore…Goddd y'all it was so fucking impressive."

Toji realizes he's getting off track when Nanami ducks his head back in confusion.

"She released her pheromones and the little shit lunged out of nowhere not having been affected before."

To this the three of them laugh as they can all recall their first time exposed to the scent. Their bellows chime in unison as the cordial air surrounds them.

"He'd never met her before and couldn't understand why he wanted her to keep biting him. He squirmed so bad at first. She stole a chunk of Naoya's nuts that day I swear."

Toji's laughing with them but soon lets out a sigh.

"But I didn't want to hurt her and I wasn't in the right mind to fight him so I watched until I knew I was losing control. Then I left. He wasn't going get too far though, she was taking advantage of his ignorance and got away shortly afterwards. I made sure of that."

Gojo is amazed by that last part.

I didn't want to hurt her.

I left.

Satoru turns to Toji and sincerely asks a question he barely thought about before releasing it

"You really fought the urges?"

Toji nods.

Feeling slightly less of man, Gojo considers how he never could. There was no way he'd be able to resist Elska like that.

It just isn't possible.

But this brings Gojo to the conclusion that Naoya was lying about their encounter when he was sealed. This brings a wave of relief for Satoru was beginning to believe it after he saw how Elska was affected by him.

"Look, I'm a big guy Gojo. I really didn't want to hurt her and I might have had I failed to control those impulses."

Gojo perks up slightly to this inference. Toji thinks the silver freak even liked the sound of it.

"If I'd gotten a hold of her again, I'm not saying that would've gone well though."

Nanami is watching everything unfold as he continues to drink.

'To think after all of this time it finally comes out and it's so anticlimactic. They're holding a conversation now…and the subject matter at that…wow.'

It's enough to make any clean cut manager blush.

"So, Satoru, what do you say? Are you willing to give Toji a shot?" 

Gojo grins.

"You're not touching her with your overly massive wings out Toji so you'll need to figure that out first."

Satoru feels nothing but astonished today even as he delivers this to Toji.

"If she can accept me the way that I am then I suppose I feel I have to try and accept you...I guess…"

Gojo folds his arms in a playful pout while looking to Toji out of the corners of his eyes.

"No promises that this is a happy ending though."

They try to hold their faces but the alcohol mixed with immaturity pulls out laughter instead.

"We're really getting through the issues today. I never would have thought it'd be this easy. I'm impressed with you, Satoru."

Nanami holds up his bottle as to toast before passing it to Toji.

"I'm…I'm not even sure what to say but I know what to do!"

Toji takes up the bottle to repeat Nanami's action and smiles in return. He's caught off guard when he feels the blunt clinking of thick glass and finds Gojo has raised his own bottle to meet Toji's. The giant's so surprised that he isn't even able reform his expression.

"This should be interesting!"

A wicked sneer takes over Gojo's expression as the three men have finally come to an agreement.

His love being slayed by two cocks at once?

Very interesting.