Chapter Text
At dawn, Suguru woke to the faint light filtering through the window of his room, the early morning air cool against his pale smooth skin. He sat up slowly, his body still slightly stiff from the previous night's journey. The stillness of the morning wrapped around him like a blanket, bringing a sense of peace.
After cleaning himself, he started his morning routine. His routine was simple yet precise. He started stretching his limbs and combing his long dark hair, he moved with practiced ease, dressing in fresh robes and stepping outside into the crisp morning air. His sandals crunched softly against the dew covered earth as he made his way to the courtyard.
The mist clung low to the ground, tendrils of it winding through the trees and across the path leading down to the small village which was still asleep. Suguru breathed deeply, the cool air filling his lungs as he began his customary morning walk before starting his morning class.
The world was still quiet, with only the faintest stirrings of life beginning to emerge from the village in the distance.
The scenery before him was serene. The monastery, perched on the gentle slope of the hill, overlooked the small village nestled below, the rooftops just visible through the pale mist. The trees surrounding the monastery swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves shimmering with morning dew, while the faint song of birds carried through the air, a soft reminder that day was breaking.
The fields surrounding the village were blanketed in a soft, silvery fog, the distant mountains rising like silent guardians behind them, their peaks barely visible in the early light.
Suguru's footsteps slowed as he took it all in, the peacefulness of the morning settling over him. He always found these early walks to be grounding, a way to center himself before the day’s tasks. He watched the mist slowly lift from the fields, revealing more of the village below, where life was beginning to stir, smoke rising from chimneys as villagers prepared for the day.
As Suguru walked further, his path took him near a small, secluded clearing by the river. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure in the distance.
As he walked closer he found—
Toji...waist-deep in the water, taking a morning bath, completely bare, not a strand of fiber on his body.
For a moment the monk found himself caught off guard, not knowing what to do. It was so sudden, so vivid that despite not wanting to, his eyes refused to leave Toji's body.
The omega's muscular frame was half-submerged in the gently flowing river, his skin glistening with water as he casually ran his hands through his wet hair. The soft mist that hung above the river curled around him like a veil, giving the scene an ethereal quality. The light from the rising sun broke through the mist, casting a golden hue on the water, which rippled gently around Toji’s form as he wrung out his soaked yukata and placed it in the basket on a nearby stone.
Toji who was always brash and crude now seemed oddly peaceful, almost beautiful, in the soft morning light. His movements were slow, languid, as if he had all the time in the world, his usual sharp smirk replaced by something far more relaxed. It was as if the raw, vulgar energy that always surrounded Toji had melted away in the morning mist, revealing something far more unguarded that felt almost…vulnerable, catching the monk between surprise and disbelief.
Suguru's face usually twisted into sneer whenever he saw Toji but now all he could do was stand there, unable to decide what to do. His sharp tongue and biting remarks, honed to perfection against Toji, were suddenly nowhere to be found.
Usually, the monk was level-headed and composed—except when it came to Toji. The omega always managed to get under his skin, but even then, Suguru could eventually regain his wit and composure.
Yet now, standing there and taking in Toji's current state, he found himself at a complete loss.
It didn’t help that this was his first time seeing a fully naked omega!
Excuse him for being a prude, but what else could you expect from a monk?
But thanks to a tree squirrel darting in front of him, Suguru finally broke out of his trance.
"What am I doing?"
Admonishing himself, he quickly looked away. This was wrong. Toji might be a village whore but Suguru was a monk. He shouldn't have stared at the omega like that.
He also fumed at Toji for ruining the innocence of his eyes. Suguru had been perfectly content not knowing what a nude omega looked like, but now that image was seared into his mind—and it was entirely Toji's fault!
He could confront the omega of course but that would require him getting closer and risking another glance at Toji's shamelessly naked form. Not to mention risking his reputation—what if he were labeled a creep?
Knowing Toji, he'd probably twist the situation, spreading rumors that Suguru had been ogling him like some desperate fool—and then laugh at him for finally succumbing to the baser instincts he so piously claimed to transcend.
The thought made Suguru bristle, heat flaring at the tips of his ears. He clenched his jaw, resolutely fixing his gaze on the clear water of the flowing river as though it might somehow cleanse his mind of the image burned into it.
"Enjoying the view, monk?"
Toji’s voice, low and laced with amusement, shattered the fragile silence, sending a cold shiver down Suguru’s spine. His head snapped up, finding Toji grinning at him, the shit-eating smile erasing any trace of innocence or vulnerability—like dew under the sun—making Suguru question if it had ever existed.
Anyways, the feeling of fear and shame of being caught instantly morphed into anger, his glare cutting through the distance between them. Unbeknownst to him, this was exactly how one usually reacted when their pride was pricked, when the truth of their own vulnerability was exposed.
"Are you done yet?" Suguru bit out, his voice tight, each word laced with the tension he struggled to contain. He refused to let Toji see just how deeply the sight of him had unsettled him.
Toji raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "Done with what? You don’t look like you’ve even started, monk." His grin only grew wider, pushing Suguru's patience to its limit, as he walked closer to the bank, water rustling around his hips, unbothered by his nude form.
The monk in reply took a step back. "Don't you have no shame? Cover yourself!" He hissed, voice sharp and cold, though it wavered ever so slightly. "Or are you so desperate for attention that even shame is a foreign concept to you?"
Toji’s low chuckle rolled over the sound of the water, infuriatingly relaxed. "Oh? Didn’t peg you for the modest type, monk. I thought you’d seen it all in your enlightened state—or were you just curious?"
"Hardly," Suguru bit out, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. "Unlike you, I have no interest in looking at flith."
Toji’s remained unfazed, probably because he was used to the monk's sharp words. "Filth, huh? Is that why you couldn’t look away? You look awfully red for someone who's uninterested."
Suguru’s fists tightened at his sides, nails biting into his palms. "You mistake disgust for interest," he snapped, his voice colder than the river water. The deep flush creeping up his neck told a different story, but he refused to acknowledge it. "Put some clothes on before you embarrass yourself further."
Toji chuckled, the sound maddeningly casual. "Embarrass myself? You’re the one who looks like you’re about to combust, monk. Maybe you should go meditate or something—cool off that holier-than-thou attitude." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Though I’d bet my image would pop up in your little meditations now, wouldn’t it?"
Suguru’s jaw tightened, his composure unraveling by the second. If it were anyone else, and under any other circumstances, he would have simply tsked and walked away, deeming it a waste of his time. But Toji wasn’t just anyone, and this wasn’t just any situation.
His character was in question. And the accuser?
Toji—the village whore.
How dare a filthy omega like him point a finger at Suguru!
The indignation burned in his chest, too fierce to ignore. Instead of walking away, as he knew he should, the monk stepped forward, intent on putting the insolent omega in his place.
But the slick riverbank had other plans. His foot suddenly slipped on the mossy edge, and before he could react, he toppled forward, arms flailing uselessly before he plunged into the icy water with a graceless splash.
~~~
Haibara paced restlessly in the courtyard, his unease growing with each passing moment. It was nearly time for Suguru-sama's morning class with the students, yet the monk was nowhere to be seen. It was unlike Suguru to be late—his punctuality was almost as revered as his wisdom.
The thought that something might have happened gnawed at Haibara. Suguru-sama had gone for his usual morning walk and should have returned by now. Unable to bear the rising anxiety, Haibara decided to follow the forest trail in search of him.
He didn’t have to go far. Emerging from the trees, he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight before him. Suguru was trudging toward him, drenched from head to toe, his soaked robes clinging miserably to his frame and leaving a soggy trail behind. It was eerily similar to his rain-soaked return from the Gojo estate last night—except this time, a defiant little lily pad was perched on his head, looking very out of place.
The alpha was also limping slightly, looking far removed from the composed and dignified monk Haibara admired.
“Suguru-sama!” Haibara rushed forward, his voice laced with concern. “Are you alright? What happened?”
Suguru glanced up, his expression calm despite his bedraggled state. “I slipped into the river,” he said evenly, resting a hand on Haibara’s shoulder to accept his support.
“You slipped?” Haibara’s worry deepened as he carefully steadied him. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Suguru shook his head, his composure intact even if his pride was in tatters. “It was an accident. I’m fine,” unlike his bruised ego which was thankfully invisible unlike his wet mortal body. "At least I don't have to take my morning bath."
Haibara nodded solemnly, his naive mind fully accepting the sarcastic answer, as though it was completely normal for a monk of Suguru’s caliber to take an impromptu dip in the river and return with a lily pad as a fashion statement.
After all, who wouldn’t want to start their day with a refreshing swim—and a new accessory?
The two walked in silence for most of the way back, the squelch of water-soaked robes filling the air. Once they reached Suguru’s quarters, Haibara helped him inside, setting him down gently. That’s when he noticed it—one of Suguru’s wooden sandals was missing.
“Suguru-sama,” Haibara began, frowning, “what happened to your geta?”
Suguru paused, exhaling slowly as he leaned back with an air of resignation. “Lost in the river,” he replied dryly, “along with my dignity.”
~~~
Despite the horrendous beginning of the day, Suguru continued to perform his duty. He finished his class as expected and took over his other duties despite Haibara's protest.
At the end of the day, his busy schedule helped him get over his humiliation. Though he'd be lying if he said Toji didn't manage to plague his mind from time to time. But like unwanted guest, Suguru kicked him away everytime the omega appeared.
But when the day’s activities finally ceased, his mind had plenty of space to let Toji roam freely around, refusing to let Suguru be in peace.
That bare body, the languid movements, the...
The monk shook his head, wanting to shake the image away. He should be angry. Angry at the humiliation, at falling in front of that damn omega in the river. But what followed after that was worse... far worse!
And Suguru would take that secret to his grave.
"Ugh." The young alpha groaned, rubbing his temple. This wasn’t the state of mind a monk should have. He needed to focus. He needed to meditate. He couldn’t let that incident distract him.
So, Suguru closed his eyes, tried to center himself, took a deep breath, and let the thoughts drift away. "Focus," he reminded himself.
But before he could settle into any semblance of peace, a familiar, smug voice broke through his concentration.
"Ah, finally decided to join me, monk?"
Suguru's eyes shot open, heart racing, and just as quickly, he found himself into the water again—his entire body flushed and wet, much like the dream he hadn't realized he was having
"Toji!" he sputtered, struggling to get his bearings in the cool river. What was worse, unlike the morning, he was also naked—no fabric to cover his shame, no robes to shield him from the biting chill or the infernal situation.
What the hell had just happened? His head spun, half in confusion and half in embarrassment.
"What are you doing here?" Suguru tried to step back but his feet found the slippery earth below once again. His eyes widened in horror—if he fell, he'd hit the rock behind him, likely breaking his neck.
What would people think! Dead naked monk floating in the river.
What a shameful way to die.
But before he could brace for impact, a hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising strength. Toji yanked him forward, pulling the struggling alpha toward him. Suguru’s world tilted, and before he could even react, he was suddenly pressed against Toji’s wet, naked chest—just like the morning.
His heart pounded in his chest—not from fear of the fall, but from the fact that Toji was too close. Too damn close!
He could feel the warmth of Toji's skin seeping through his own and unlike the morning, Suguru didn't make any move to pull away.
"You okay?" Toji's unusually soft voice, laced with concern, made Suguru look up, and suddenly, they were in his room, lying on the futon. This time, Suguru was on top of Toji, and of course... completely naked.
Suguru should have been questioning the possibility of some mysterious force at play, the hows and whys of their position, or at the very least, his own sanity. But instead, his mind seemed completely blank, flooded only with the heat of his face and the undeniable proximity of Toji's soft yet firm body beneath his. His heart skipped, then pounded wildly in his chest as the events tied together, each moment more bizarre echo than the last.
The alpha opened his mouth to curse at Toji or at himself, but instead, the words died on his tongue as Toji's lips found their way to his. The kiss was unexpected—soft, warm, affectionate... feelings that Suguru never felt before.
And before the monk could stop himself, his body betrayed him and started kissing Toji back, his tongue twirling around the omega's own.
The alpha's breath hitched as Toji's hands found his waist, pulling him closer, and that stirred something deep inside the monk, something hot, something primal, something akin to hunger that he thought he had conquered a long time ago. Looked like it was just hiding away, biding its time to come out.
And Suguru didn't make any effort to stop it. Instead, he deepened his kiss even more, feeling like devouring the omega, to claim him, own him, to make him his, to teach him a lesson for being so insolent, so vile, so untamed...
As their naked bodies pressed together, the world around Suguru seemed to blur, sinking deeper into the dark, into Toji... until something yanked him back.
The monk woke up with a jolt, gasping for breath as his heart raced inside his rib cage. He sighed in relief when he found himself in his futon, alone and fully clothed. The lingering warmth of the wet dream nightmare still clung to him, but the reality of his surroundings grounded him. He ran a hand over his face, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings.
"It was just a dream," he murmured to himself, feeling a brief wave of relief wash over him.
But it didn't last long. Suguru froze as he became acutely aware of the dampness clinging to his crotch.
Eyes wide, he quickly flung the quilt aside and pulled up his kesaya, only to be met with a sight that made his stomach drop in utter horror—his robes were soaked with his own cum.
To make matters worse, the problem wasn’t over. He was still painfully, humiliatingly hard.
And it was all that damn omega's fault!