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Toji is Satoru's destruction disguised as his saviour.
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“Do you like me?” Satoru asked quietly, devastatingly hopeful.
Toji fumbled in his discarded jacket for his cigarettes. He lit one, placing it between his lips.
“Huh?”
Satoru sat on the piano bench, crossing his legs.
“Say something nice about me. Something you like.”
Thick spirals of cloudy white smoke curled into the air, a haze spreading between the two as Toji eyed Satoru with almost parental exasperation.
“It doesn’t mean anything when you ask.”
“I don’t care.”
Toji exhaled heavily, his breath escaping in a puff of grey.
“Something that doesn’t have to do with the piano,” Satoru added.
Toji held his cigarette between two fingers, massaging a spot between his eyebrows. Impatience bled into the greens of his eyes as they raked over Satoru.
“You’re a good lay, kid.”
Disappointment settled in Satoru’s stomach, rock-heavy. He opened his mouth to ask him to say something different when the soft padding of socked feet drew his attention.
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what the fuck i’m gonna cry and nut
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angst let's go; felt longer than it actually is
[ Title: dance with the devil
Author: elthedane
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen ] -
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Title: dance with the devil
Pairing: Fushiguro Toji X Gojou Satoru
Tags: Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Daddy Issues, Teacher-Student Relationship, Mindbreak, Angst, Hurt no Comfort
Summary: Satoru had never heard of Toji Fushiguro. The man was like a ghost, an inhuman apparition materializing as if from nothing.
He towered over the piano bench, broad shoulders casting a dark shadow over the scrupulous arrangement of keys. The man looked like he should be sitting in a prison cell rather than playing the piano, hands thick and rough, a scar stretching across his lips. He paid the crowd no attention as he adjusted the bench, sitting quite a bit farther than Satoru had.
Satoru sat in the back row, toying with the program in his hands. It announced Schubert’s Sonata in A Minor. He bent it into what he hoped was a reasonable origami crane, but he’d never bothered to learn how to make them properly. His legs were kicked up onto the seat in front of him, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite the near-darkness.
The meager crowd in attendance quieted as Toji cracked his knuckles, measuring his distance from the glossy black Steinway.
From the moment he played the first notes, Satoru’s demeanour changed. His legs dropped from the chair, falling to the floor as he leaned forward intently. As the first movement bled into the second, Satoru was transfixed.
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THIS the best satoru fic i’ve read by far! Those notions about satoru loneliness perfectly manifested in this story!