Archive of Our Own

"Man, I'm exhausted." Reigen yawns as they reach the door to their hotel room, and he starts to fish the key out of his suit's inner pocket on his chest. "That spirit sure was putting up a fight, huh? Good work today, Mob."

Although Mob almost always enjoys the bit of praise he receives from Reigen, he can't help but roll his eyes a bit. "Shishou, you didn't even do anything."

Reigen whips his head to him, feigning a look of hurt. "What? Yes, I did. I did plenty. And didn't you hear me cheering you on the whole time? My throat actually hurts a bit from shouting so loudly."

Mob doesn't remember hearing him cheer even once, but he chooses not to say otherwise.

"Besides, I have a far more important task to deal with while you handle the small fry."

"And that is?" Mob asks, playing along.

"Why schmoozing up to the customer, of course," Reigen says with his 'award-winning' grin. "I have to be sure we get properly paid for our efforts after all, and that's in and of itself hard work. I hardly think you're up to such a task, Mob."

Reigen opens the door, and without waiting for Mob, he steps inside the darkened room. Mob almost mentions the fact that he's now sixteen – nearly seventeen – and still gets underpaid for all that he does, but he knows better than to start that fight with Reigen.

"I don't disagree with you, but I'm still the one who got rid of the spirit," Mob says as he slowly follows him inside and shuts the door behind them, plummeting them further into deeper darkness since they had yet to turn on any of the lights. "I exerted more energy than you did."

"Oh? Are you trying to say I didn't do anything, then?"

"No. That's not what–" Mob's words are lost when he feels a harsh tug at the back of his shirt that sends him stumbling backwards until his back hits the door.

Mob blinks a few times with a confused expression and peers into the endless shadows, looking for his shishou. His eyes are slow to adjust to the lighting of the room, but he isn't given long to wonder what's going on before he suddenly feels a presence start to close in on him.

He waits for the lights to kick on since the switch is on the wall beside him, but instead, he hears two distinct thuds on either side of his head that cause him to jump unintentionally. Mob turns his gaze and sees that it's Reigen's arms beside him, braced against the door, caging him in place.

Mob's breath quickens when he sees just how close Reigen is to him– just a mere inches away –wearing an unfamiliar sly grin that makes his face grow inexplicably warm. Why is he so close? Why is he pinning him to the door like this?

"U-Uh… shishou," He stutters, swallowing the knot that's suddenly lodged in his throat. "What are you doing?"

He notices that Reigen's eyes seem to be trailing down his body before flitting back up to him. "Well, you were insinuating that I really didn't do anything on this job. So I figured that maybe I should instead give a proper thanks to the person who did all the hard work."

"I-I wasn't insinuating–"

Mob's thought is effectively cut short when Reigen slowly moves one of his hands from beside his head and starts to trace a finger along Mob's jawline. Mob's mouth hangs open as his mind goes blank, and Reigen gazes at him through half-lidded eyes, his finger now moving from his jaw to the front of his throat, grazing his Adam's apple, and then down his chest, where he stops to twirl the drawstring on his hoodie.

Mob shivers bodily and can feel his sense of fight or flight start to take over.

"Shishou…" He breathes, his voice noticeably quivering. "What's going on? What are you–"

"Shh," Reigen shushes him and puts a finger to Mob's lips. "Relax, Mob. Since you worked so hard today, why don't you just sit back and let your shishou take the reins, yeah?"

All words and thoughts leave Mob, and he can only stare at his shishou, feeling completely dumbfounded as Reigen moves his finger and instead glides his thumb across his bottom lip, cupping his cheek against his warm hand. Or is it that he's cold, and Mob is simply burning up? Both are highly probable in this situation.

Then Reigen begins to lean in, starting to close the space between them, and alarm bells finally ring in Mob's mind.

He tries so hard to back up from him, but he's already up against the door. He's practically trying to crawl up it at this point. With seemingly no escape, Mob chooses to escape his fate and closes his eyes, bracing for what is to come.

He manages to choke out, "Sh-Shishou, wait–" before Reigen kisses him, swallowing his voice.

Reigen's lips close around his, and Mob's mind goes completely, blissfully blank as he melts to the spot. Truth be told, he's never really kissed anyone before. After the whole ordeal with Tsubomi, Mob found himself unconsciously staying away from girls to instead focus on himself and his future, so he's not entirely sure what to do with himself and remains rather stagnant as Reigen moves against him, pulling at his lip a bit. After a moment or two of hesitation, Mob eventually starts to kiss him back, copying his movements and turning his head to the side for easier access. Well, he supposes that's one thing he knows how to do– to follow Reigen's lead.

Reigen pulls back a bit, giving Mob a brief moment to catch his breath. His eyes dart all around, taking in his student before smirking, licking his lips in a teasing manner. "That's a good boy."

Hearing those words sends a fiery rush through Mob unlike any other. And he knows his powers respond to it too because he can feel his hair suddenly standing on end, swaying like the tail of a beta fish, but before he can find the chance to calm down, Reigen pulls him in again, kissing him more firmly this time with a sense of urgency that Mob isn't quite sure he can match. 

Mob doesn't quite know where to put his hands in all this, but they eventually rest on Reigen's waist, and a low sound akin to a ravenous growl escapes his throat when he realizes just how small it is. Has Reigen always been this small? Or has Mob grown bigger than him without realizing?

Somewhat unconsciously, Mob starts to pluck at Reigen's shirt, untucking it from under his pants and belt, giving him full access to finally touch his skin. Reigen-shishou's skin is so warm. It's nice and smooth, and the feeling of his hands holding his hips where the skin is pulled tight over his bone makes Mob feel almost dizzy, like a drunkard.

One of Reigen's hands leaves Mob's face, and he's only given a brief moment to wonder where it's gone when he feels the man reach between them and start to palm his hardened cock.

Mob moans rather pathetically into the hot cavern of Reigen's open mouth and turns his face away, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation that threatens to undo him entirely. It felt good, almost too good. Reigen continues to touch him and starts to gently kiss the side of his face, dragging his lips and teeth down to Mob's neck and shoulder, where he nips and licks at the skin.

A part of Mob really hopes that he leaves a mark on him so that maybe later he has the excuse to put one on him as well, but unfortunately, Reigen doesn't stay there, and Mob has to temper his disappointment when he sees that Reigen is instead sinking to his knees.

Through his blurred vision, Mob looks down at him and pulls his brows together. "Sh-Shishou…" He murmurs, his chest heaving. "W-What are you–"

"Shh," Reigen once again shushes him. "I told you just to relax, Mob. Let me reward you for your valiant efforts."

Reigen's dexterous hands swiftly work to undo his belt – oh god – and then, they start on his pants and his zipper. Mob's heart is beating so fast, his head is swimming, drowning in the arousal radiating through his entire body.

Mob's pants fall unceremoniously and without any hesitation, Reigen presses his hot mouth to the bulge in his underwear. Mob bites his lip to hold back a yelp while his shishou tantalizingly drags his wet tongue against the fabric, wearing the most seductive eyes that are locked with his, not daring to look away.

Mob can't seem to breathe in or out. It's so good. It's– it's–

It's too much. Mob cranes his neck backwards as he feels his powers start to fluctuate uncontrollably. He screws his eyes tightly shut, concentrating on trying to keep from losing control and to keep from finishing so soon.

Then, everything suddenly stills, and he finds that Reigen's mouth is gone, but his hands remain on his hips. Mob waits, and when nothing happens, he dares to peek open one of his eyes to look down and see why Reigen has stopped, but instead, his gaze is pulled up to their hotel room.

Every single light in the room is flickering on and off at random, like strobe lights at a festival, and there are objects scattered all around that are floating in zero gravity, bobbing, and some even spinning. And Reigen– rather than being concerned, like he should be – is in utter awe of the sight. His wide eyes scan the room, and it looks like he's smiling. His relaxed expression helps calm Mob in an instant, but it also has a slight adverse reaction, and Mob tenses.

Did his powers ruin the moment? Are they going to stop?

"U-Uh–" He stammers and raises a hand, pulling a part of his bangs back, which are slicked to his sweaty forehead. "Reigen-shishou. I-I'm sorry. I promise I can control them. I just–"

"You're amazing, Mob."

Mob inhales a sharp breath through his teeth, and his chest suddenly feels like it might cave in on itself. If he wasn't flushed already, he most surely is now, from head to toe no less.

For some reason, he feels strangely bashful over his words. It's a compliment he's heard before, and usually, Reigen-shishou always commends his powers. Normally, it goes right over Mob's head since almost everyone shares the same reaction, even though he doesn't see what the big deal is, but this time, Mob can't help but hang onto every word like a lifeline.

Maybe it's because of the situation, perhaps it's because he's in a very exposed position.

Or maybe it's because it feels the same way as when someone goes from saying I like you to I love you.

Mob's heart is racing so fast that he fears it might burst out of his chest at any second, and his mind is too cluttered for him to find the right words. He can't think straight, and with how overwhelming this is, he fears he might start crying. So he quickly moves the back of his hand over his eyes and bites his lip, hoping that Reigen doesn't see his reaction.

But of course, his shishou is all too perceptive of such things, and Mob hears him let out a quiet, breathy laugh.

"Sorry," He says in a hushed tone, and Mob doesn't need to see to know that he's turned his attention back to him. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Y-You–" Mob staggers, shaking his head a bit. "You didn't."

Reigen makes a curious sound. "Oh? I didn't? You sure seem embarrassed."

Mob doesn't deign him with a response, mostly because he doesn't know what to say to that. He knows that if he tries to reiterate that he didn't embarrass him, Reigen will only argue with him or find a way to weaponize it to tease him. And then it will most definitely ruin the moment, which is the last thing Mob wants right now.

"Sorry, I just can't help it," Reigen says, and Mob feels his fingers start to work their way under his waistband. He sucks in a shuddering breath, and his powers begin to surge once again. "I've always thought you were amazing, Mob. I've seen all the things that you can do firsthand. I've watched you use your powers in ways I could never have imagined."

Mob feels his underwear slowly start to slip over his hips, and he bites down hard on his lip to keep from groaning or cursing, which he's never done before. At this rate, he may break the skin.

Reigen continues in a strangely seductive voice, "I know that to you, your powers are nothing more than a nuisance you would rather do without. But to me, as someone who's completely powerless – someone who's completely ordinary – in my eyes you're absolutely…"

Reigen trails off and finishes pulling down Mob's clothes, exposing his swollen, leaking cock. Mob's whole body is racked with goosebumps at the sensation, and he regrettably decides to move his hand, despite the stone-cold fear he has of seeing Reigen's reaction and it being an unfavorable one, which grips him like a chokehold.

But oh, how Reigen just loves to catch him off guard with every chance he gets.

"…breathtaking." Reigen finishes in a hushed tone as he closes his hand around Mob, making him gasp and his powers lurch.

He stares at Reigen's expression, which seems so utterly scandalous. His chocolate brown eyes are practically dripping with lust, filled to the brim with ardor that Mob has never, ever seen on another person's face before. A flush has spread across Reigen's cheeks and the bridge of his nose as well, and although it's hard to tell with how hazy Mob's sight is becoming, it looks like he might be… drooling?

Reigen-shishou looks unquestionably ravenous, and Mob fears that this buzzing feeling spreading across his skin might make him lose consciousness.

Mob distantly wondered if that would be better than finishing too early?

Steadily, Reigen turns his head and presses just his lips to Mob's leaking tip before dragging his tongue against the bead of pre-come, tasting him. Mob's face is in his hands now, but his fingers are splayed wide open to the sight because, for some reason, he can't stop himself from watching. He hears something crack and crash further inside their room. However, neither of them dares to look and see what it was. They're too preoccupied at the moment, even though they both know that whatever broke, Reigen will probably have to pay for when they leave.

Gradually, Reigen starts to push Mob's cock into his mouth, and when he gets his lips completely around him and begins to sink down painstakingly, Mob chokes out a moan and accidentally lets another pathetic whine slip from his throat when the back of his head hits the door.

Reigen's mouth feels unimaginably amazing. Just the touch of his soft tongue on the underside of his shaft is absolutely wonderful. It's so good. It makes Mob's eyes want to roll to the back of his head, and it's only now that he realizes his hands have gone numb. He doesn't want it to stop. He hopes that this pleasure will last forever, but he already knows that it's too much to handle, and the lower Reigen goes down on him, the harder it is to control himself and his powers.

He wonders if his expression conveys his struggle, and if it does, he's curious to know if Reigen is purposefully ignoring it as he pulls back for just a second before gliding back down, going even further than before. Mob wants to scream. He wants to cry and moan and thrust his hips forward so he's fucking into Reigen's mouth instead, but he already knows he isn't going to last, and Reigen has found a near-perfect rhythm, bobbing his head in a fluent motion.

Mob's hands fly to his shishou's head, and he buries his hands in his hair, fighting back the urge to grab two fistfuls of it. Reigen is still looking at him. He's strictly keeping his eyes on Mob, watching his reaction and possibly even gauging just what all makes Mob start to writhe. He looks so subservient down on his knees like that, so desperate to please. The sight is enough to delude Mob into thinking he's the one in control here. It fills him with a sense of power, makes him want to have Reigen down on his knees all the time.

Feeling almost intoxicated from the sensation, Mob does what he said he wouldn't do and laces his fingers in his hair, taking a firm hold. He figures Reigen would at least wince at the feeling, but he doesn't. He simply lets go of Mob's thighs, placing his hands on the floor and bracing himself for what is to come.

Mob thrusts his hips forward and, at the same time, pulls Reigen further down until his lips touch the base. He does this, over and over and over again, and not once does Reigen gag or fight him. He simply takes it, closing his eyes as Mob picks up the pace, feeling his back start to tighten.

"R-Rei– Reigen-shishou!" Mob cries, his back arching, as he forces his shishou to take his load straight down the back of his throat.

Mob's eyes snap open to the sound of banging on the other side of his door and his mom's voice calling out to him. "Shige! Wake up! You're going to be late for school."

He's given only a second to realize that everything he had just experienced was nothing but a dream, and even less time than that to comprehend how strangely close he is to the ceiling of his bedroom before his powers recede, release him, and give way to gravity, which drops him along with everything else in his room.

Mob lets out a small shriek as he falls, but his voice is nothing compared to the loud crash of his entire room dropping as his heavier furniture, like his desk and bookcase, fall onto their sides and dump their content across the floor. Mob lands straight onto his hip, and although his futon softens the blow, pain shoots up his side, and he bites his lip to keep from cussing.

His family most definitely heard all the ruckus. In fact, given how loud it was, Mob didn't doubt that it probably shook the entire house.

Right on cue, his mom threw open the door. "Shige, what was…" She trailed off when she saw the state of his room. "Oh my word! Shige, what happened?"

Mob groaned and sat up, feeling the pain from his hip spread. It's definitely going to bruise. "I think I was floating in my sleep again."

"Floating? But you haven't done that in years," She says, and truthfully, Mob can't remember the last time he floated in his sleep, especially so high up. "Well, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'll clean it up."

"Uh, you may have to save it until after school to do so. It's 7:45."

Mob's stomach plummeted. "What?!"

"Better hurry," his mom said before promptly shutting his door.

Mob scrambled to get untangled from his comforter. This is strange. Why didn't his phone alarm go off? Normally, he would have been up and moving around before sunrise so he could go on his morning jogs. Ritsu didn't wake him up either. Maybe he assumed he was already gone?

And then, halfway up onto his knees, Mob freezes when he notices something between his legs. An unmistakable wetness that's seeped through his clothes and – upon further inspection – onto his bedding. Mob stares at the mess, trying to make sense of it. For a brief moment, he's in utter disbelief, and to confirm his suspicions, he decides to reach down into his underwear.

When he brings his hand up, he sees the cloudy white liquid on his fingers, which forces the memories of his dream to come hurdling back to him.

Mob had a wet dream.

Mob had a wet dream about Reigen.

Mob had never had a wet dream before.

An unruly blush breaks out across his face, and truthfully, Mob wants nothing more than to curl in on himself and perish right here on the cold floor, but then he reminds himself that now's not the time. He's very late, and now he has to clean himself up and somehow make it to school on time.

With the help of his trusty psychic powers, Mob does miraculously make it to school on time, but just barely. Although he would have preferred to wash up in the shower before leaving, he didn't have time. So he instead cleaned himself up to the best of his abilities, got dressed in his uniform, ignored his destroyed room, found his phone which he quickly figured out had glitched and shut off some time during the night (probably when he orgasmed), and raced out the door, only getting a few paces away from his house before deciding to teleport just outside the gate.

Mob doesn't like having to use his powers in such a way. Mostly because teleporting somehow makes him feel more nauseated than when he uses telekinesis, but also because most kids aren't as fortunate as he and would have to sprint all the way here, most likely still turning up to school late and ruining their attendance records. So in a way, it feels like cheating.

Although he already knows that everyone without powers would probably disagree… like Reigen.

"Since you worked so hard today, why don't you just sit back and let your shishou take the reins, yeah?"

Not realizing that he had come to a complete stop, someone rushes past Mob and accidentally shoulder checks him in the process, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Sorry!" They yell back at him and continue running through the school gates without stopping.

Mob almost shouts back a thank you to them since it just so happened to be what prevented him from dwelling on his oddly detailed wet dream. But also because it reminded him that he shouldn't be standing around like he is and needs to hurry to get to class.

For the most part, the day keeps Mob busy enough that he's able to keep from thinking about his dream, at least until lunch time rolls around. Once he's sitting at his desk with a tray of food in hand and with no one around, he can't help but let his mind spiral.

The first thing that comes to mind and what fills him with an overwhelming amount of guilt is the fact that it's been months since he last spoke to Reigen and possibly even longer since he saw him face-to-face. Ever since starting high school, Mob has been busy. He's been focused on studies and playing sports while also keeping up with a strict workout regimen, and any free time he has, he spends it with his family.

He doesn't work for Reigen anymore, so he never goes to the office. And now that Reigen has Tome, Serizawa, and Dimple all working for him, he never calls Mob with any last-minute jobs. Not that he's not grateful for that, though. With everything on his plate, Mob would feel bad for having to turn him down every single time, and maybe Reigen knows that since he doesn't ever call.

Still, he doesn't even call just to see how he's doing, but Mob has a feeling that that's because Tome is constantly filling him in on what she knows. After all, the two go to the same school now and still spend a bit of time together during lunch break.

Suddenly, a plate of food is slammed down onto his desk right in front of him, and Mob jumps, startled as he's practically ripped out of his own mind and back to reality. He looks up and sees that it's Tome pulling up a chair to his desk for their daily lunch talks. Speaking of the devil.

"Mob, you are not going to believe the case Reigen and Serizawa went on yesterday," Tome says in an excited tone as she swings her leg over the chair and scoots closer.

"Oh?" He feigns curiosity. "Did you actually get to go on this job this time?"

"I did!" Tome's eyes noticeably light up. "It was our last job of the night, and I managed to convince Reigen to let me go with them this time. It helped that Dimple was with us, though, and he stayed by my side basically the entire time while the other two dealt with–"

While Mob lets her regale him with the entirety of the story, he can't help but notice a strange sense of deja vu and a bit of longing that makes his chest tighten.

Truth be told, he sort of misses working at Spirits & Such. He misses spending his afternoons in the office, regardless of the change of seasons. He somewhat misses listening to customers complain about their sore shoulders, and only a few of them actually have a spirit latched onto them. He misses watching Reigen's hands move wildly as he told them stories and reassured the customers with just the right set of words, easing their worries.

He misses finishing a job that took hours of travel, only to spend just a few minutes clearing the place of its haunting spirit, and then promptly heading back home. Reigen would almost always take him out to eat for his efforts, and if not, he was overwhelmed with boats of praise that seemed to go right over his head.

"That's a good boy."
"You're amazing, Mob."
"-in my eyes you're absolutely…breathtaking."

Quick flashes of the dream come rushing back to Mob. Even now, he can still hear all the praise he received in it, remember the sight of Reigen caging him against the door to their hotel room, which he didn't recognize, and even recall the feeling of his soft lips on his.

"Hello~ earth to Mob." Tome sings songs and waves a hand in front of his face, snapping Mob out of his daze once again. "Did you hear what I said?"

Mob tries to call back to the one-sided conversation, but of course, he didn't hear any of it, and tries hard to hide the alarmed look in his eyes. "U-Um–"

Tome looks at him with a flat expression. "You weren't listening at all, were you?"

Sometimes he almost forgets that Tome can be just as perceptive as Reigen, if not more, and slumps in his seat.

"I said–" She reaches across his desk and harshly flicks his forehead before leaning back in her seat and pointing an accusing finger at him. "You should come by the office sometime. Reigen's been asking about you lately."

Mob steels his spine, and he can feel a familiar heat start to creep up his neck. "H-He has?"

"Yeah." Tome rolls her eyes, seeming rather pouty. "He was asking about your sports and if you have any games coming up, but I told him I don't know your schedule and that if he wants to know so badly, he should just call you or text you."

"And what did he say?" Mob asks, trying not to seem too excited but failing miserably as he scoots towards the edge of his seat.

"He said– and I quote; Mob is too busy for an old man like me," She says, faking a male voice that sounds nothing like Reigen. "I don't want him thinking I'm only contacting him to find out what his schedule is so I can see if he'll work for me again. Or something like that. I don't know. He's being stupid, as per usual."

Mob sighs to himself a bit. He wishes he wouldn't think like that. He would love nothing more than to just talk to Reigen, even if it was just spent catching up on their lives. Maybe they could plan a day to hang out where Reigen doesn't have any jobs that he might consider asking Mob to join him on. His mom has been giving him an allowance, too, so maybe he'll use some of the money he's been saving up to pay for Reigen's meal for once.

"That's a good boy."

A shiver races up the back of Mob's spine, and he hopes that it doesn't show. His pants already feel a little tighter than they were earlier.

"Hey, speaking of," Tome leans forward, planting her elbow on the table and then her chin in her hand, narrowing her eyes at him. "Why haven't you contacted Reigen? It's been a while. Did he say something to you?"

Mob fumbles for the right words. "O-Oh. Uh, no, nothing like that. I've just been busy."

Tome levels him with a look, and Mob really wishes she would stop doing that. It feels like she can see straight through him or like she's looking into his mind, and he really hopes not because of what's been lurking at the forefront of it all.

"Relax."

Stop it, Mob tells himself.

"Yeah, I'm not too surprised." Tome sighs. "It seems like you're always doing something with sports or studying."

Mob drops his gaze to the desk, feeling a little guilty. The last time he and Tome tried to plan a day to hang out, he recalls having to reschedule over and over and over, until eventually they just canceled it altogether. She didn't seem too upset by the news, but Mob has always struggled to 'read between the lines' when it comes to people trying to spare him.

"But, you know, it's kind of a jerk move of you to basically ghost him after all this time."

Mob's stomach drops to the floor while his heart simultaneously lurches up his throat. "I…I'm not–"

"After all, he did stop you from destroying the entire city when no one else could." Tome pauses, pinning Mob with a look. "Did you know he has a scar from that day?"

Mob's chest tightens as he recalls the injury as clear as day.

He remembers hearing the impact of a piece of debris hitting Reigen and looking back to see the copious amounts of crimson liquid dripping down the side of his shishou's face. Mob has never done well at the sight of blood, and the sheer amount of it made him feel weak in the knees. He remembers seeing the way Reigen struggled to stand, but still somehow managed to do it anyway– because he did it for him.

"Reigen tries not to bring attention to it," Tome continues, finally turning her gaze away from Mob, who's completely sunken into his seat. "But I've caught him a few times checking it out in the mirror and mindlessly picking at it when he's in his own head."

It doesn't take much for Mob to imagine it. Over the years, he noticed that Reigen had always had the habit of fidgeting with things when he was restless or overwhelmed, and every so often, Mob would catch him biting his nails all the way down to the bed, which is why he purposefully kept them short. And with a newfound scab in his hairline, Mob isn't at all surprised to hear that he keeps messing with it even after two whole years have passed.

He wonders just how many times he's accidentally reopened it. How many times has it started bleeding in the office, and he's had to run off before anyone sees?

"Anyways," Tome continues. "I won't say that I'm not trying to guilt-trip you or tell you what to do or anything, but seriously, you could at least send him a text every once in a while. At this rate, I'm starting to think that if he could trade my position for your return, he would take it in a heartbeat. Just saying."

Mob's eyes drop to his lap, and now he feels like a horrible student. Or rather– ex-student.

"I know," Mob says with resignation, and just so happens to catch sight of his phone tucked away in his bag.

While Tome goes on to start talking about something that has to do with her class, Mob reaches down and takes it.

He's not really sure he's ready to text Reigen right this very instant, so instead he goes to his photo collection and starts perusing through a few. He scrolls for a few minutes and then promptly stops when he finds a picture he had been unconsciously looking for; the last photo he and Reigen took at Mob's junior high graduation, right before they started to grow apart.

His mom had specifically requested that they take an individual photo together, and although Reigen was reluctant and told her multiple times that he was perfectly content just being a part of the group and nothing more, his mom had always been a very persuasive woman, and he caved. Or maybe it was just because Reigen didn't want to argue with her and accidentally upset her, which was a wise decision on his part. Either way, they took the picture.

Both of them were a little stiff when the camera was first pulled up, but then Dimple slyly made his way over and poked Reigen's side, making him jump and let out a high-pitched sound.

Mob was completely taken by surprise and laughed, having never heard their former mentor make such a sound before. Reigen was also laughing, albeit awkwardly, since he couldn't tell everyone that it was Dimple who made him jump, but the picture came out great regardless. They were both laughing. Reigen still had his hand on his shoulder, folding over on himself a bit while Mob tried to hide his laugh behind his hand.

To this day, it remains one of Mob's favorite pictures. As he gazes at it, still disassociating from his conversation with Tome and reminiscing about his and Reigen's past, he can't help but feel stupid for not staying in contact with Reigen more often. Reigen did save him, like Tome said. He saved everyone from him and was even injured in the process. Mob doesn't want to lose contact with him or potentially ruin their friendship.

Mob closes his photos and clicks on Reigen's contact. He still wasn't quite ready to try and manage a time for them to speak face to face, but he could at least send him a message, even though he probably won't answer until after work, if at all.

Just then, flashes of his dream come hurdling through Mob's mind. Reigen kissing him. Reigen sinking to his knees. Reigen's lips on his cock. Reigen's lustful eyes locked on him.

Reigen. Reigen. Reigen.

Mob's entire body tenses, and he turns his phone off, flipping it over as a rush of heat spreads throughout every inch of skin.

Maybe he should give it a couple of days, or at least until that dream is no longer at the forefront of his mind. He would hate to see the reaction he would have if Reigen were to call him. Would he even be able to answer his phone? Would he be strong enough to listen to Reigen's voice and not think of that dream?

Mob did wait a few days to message Reigen, but he was still too cowardly to do it during the day and waited until just before bed. He didn't wait to see how long it would take him to respond. He was already feeling antsy typing up the message, so he shut off his ringer, plugged his phone in, and went to sleep.

That night, Mob dreamed of Reigen again, but this time, his subconscious skipped all the build-up and foreplay, and he was thrown right into the middle of the scene.

Reigen was up above him, sitting on his lap, his head thrown back as he let out a soft cry that echoed throughout the unfamiliar room. Mob is lying across a couch he doesn't recognize, looking up at his shishou's glorious naked body and watching his chest heave.

Mob's hand is grasping both his and Reigen's bare cocks, sliding them together as one, slicked up with what he can only assume is lube. He tries to look between them and watch, but Mob's vision is too hazy, the sight of it is too much to bear. It already feels like he's going to come.

"M-Mob… ah–" Reigen moans and finally drops his head so that he can look down at his disciple. His eyes are just like before– swimming with lust that seems so ethereal on him. Mob wishes to savor it for as long as he can. "F-Fast… faster."

He's all but bucking his hips in rhythm to Mob's hands, and how could Mob even think of telling him no? He obeys, moving his hand faster, just as Reigen wanted. He stops to twist his palm over both of their heads, and Reigen makes another angelic sound, shivering from head to toe.

Mob can't keep his eyes off him, not that he wants to, though. He just wants this to last and closing his eyes and concentrating would do just the trick, but he can't look away from the glistening glow along every inch of Reigen's skin, can't stop staring at the small bruises dotted across his neck, the many bite marks that Mob left him between his thighs and one on his nipple. He looks utterly phenomenal, delicious. What Mob wouldn't give to devour him whole.

"Sh-Shishou…" Mob groans, and Reigen's gorgeous eyes snap to his. He leans up, shifting their position a bit. "Kiss me."

Reigen gazes at him for a beat, seeming almost as if Mob has just asked him a question in a foreign language. Then, without hesitation, he takes Mob's face in both hands and pulls him into a deep, frenzied kiss.

It's hard to keep up. Reigen's tongue has already invaded his mouth, and Mob's hand is moving frantically. The slick heat between them, their bare skin touching and slightly sticking together due to the perspiration. It's all made his mind go blank and dull and– and –

Mob pulls back, gasping for air, a thick web of spit keeping them connected. "I'm come… coming–"

Reigen puts his forehead to Mob's, his eyes screwed shut. "M-Me… too."

Mob's hand slows incrementally, and Reigen whines. Oh, god, he whines.

"Don't– don't stop. Don't stop!"

Mob listens, Reigen's voice commanding him like the alluring tune of a siren, urging him to walk out to sea and drown, to become their next meal. He keeps a steady pace, moaning with his mouth hanging open, and when he comes, Reigen does too, covering their chests in strips of white.

Mob blinks his eyes open and finds himself floating close to the ceiling again. This time, however, he's a little more prepared for what is to come, and as soon as he starts to drop, he uses his powers to catch himself before hitting the ground and freezes everything in the room. It took him what felt like hours to clean up the last mess, and he'd rather not make such a loud noise this early.

With a deep breath to help ease his racing heart, the esper slowly lowered everything back to its original place. Once he's on the ground, he sees that it's still dark outside, which means he's up before his alarm. As expected, when he checks under his blanket, he finds that his clothes are soiled.

Mob groans and runs his hands over his face.

What is wrong with him? Why is this happening all of a sudden, and why is it Reigen-shishou in his dream, of all people? He's not…

He doesn't even–

Just then, before Mob can finish his thought, he spots his phone out of the corner of his eye. He's probably not going back to sleep. He needs to clean up and shower, and by the time he's done, his alarm will have gone off, and then he'll have to start his run.

He's not sure if he feels like going on a run today. He feels sort of nasty and definitely ashamed, but also strangely refreshed and giddy. His heart is still pounding in his chest, and it feels like he's still coming down from the release of endorphins. He needs to come down faster. Maybe a run will help clear his mind.

Either way, Mob grabs his phone and opens it, opting to look at Psychobook or something for the time being to help distract him from the dream still lingering in the back of his mind. When the screen lights up and his eyes eventually adjust to the harsh light, Mob sucks in a sharp breath and nearly drops his phone on his face when he sees he has a notification from Reigen.

He had almost completely forgotten the fact that he had sent him a message just before going to bed. Why did he respond? And why is it dated for so late? What was Reigen doing up at 2 am? Is that why Mob dreamed about him? Was he thinking of what his response would be? Was he thinking about what Tome said?

"After all, he did stop you from destroying the entire city when no one else could."

Mob bit his bottom lip and decided to see what Reigen had responded.

Hey Mob~
I was starting to think you forgot about me

Ouch, Mob thought, but also tried not to take it personally. After all, they're both to blame, considering communication is a two-way street.

Business is going good
Hope your school is going well and you're studying hard
You should stop by sometime

Mob's stomach sinks at the last message. He might be wrong (actually, he's most definitely is), but he feels confident that he knows Reigen enough to read between the lines.

Business is the same, wish you were here
But I hope you're not thinking of coming back. Focus on school
You should visit more. I miss you

Admittedly, that last one may be a stretch, but you never know? Would Reigen ever willingly admit that he misses Mob? He hasn't before. Tome says he does, but he's not sure he believes her.

Does Reigen miss him?

Mob stares at his keyboard. How is he supposed to respond?

I'm glad you haven't called me for any last-minute dangerous jobs. Delete.

I haven't forgotten about you. Delete.

School is fine. I miss working at the office. Delete. Delete.

"Don't– don't stop. Don't stop!"

Mob shivers from head to toe and works the knot in his throat before daringly typing,

I've been dreaming about you lately.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

Mob shut off his phone, drops it to the side, and rolled over, his chest feeling inexplicably heavy. He decides to take a shower, but he doesn't go on a run, and he leaves Reigen's message unanswered.

Over the next few weeks, Mob has a handful of dreams about Reigen, each one going down the same route as the previous ones, each one ending with soiled clothes and levitating furniture.

He's sure his mom is getting suspicious. Just the other day, she mentioned to him that she was having to wash his sheets and the futon more often. And later, at the dinner table, she asked him what kind of dreams he was having that were causing him to float things again.

Mob didn't really have an answer for her, so he lied and said he didn't remember any of them, but he's not entirely sure she believed him. Ritsu definitely didn't.

He's right next door and can apparently hear more than what Mob initially thought. When the two found some free time to play video games, Ritsu admitted that he had heard his furniture start to float and bump against the wall a few times, and that he had also heard him let out a few sounds in his sleep.

"It sounded like you were crying," He said, acting rather coy. "You said something too, but I couldn't make it out."

Was he saying Reigen's name in his sleep? Was he moaning the title shishou the same way he did in his dreams?

"You know, if you ever want to talk about it. I'm always here." Ritsu assured him, but Mob never took up his offer.

A part of him wanted to. If there was a chance that Ritsu had some insight into experiences with wet dreams, he could help him figure out how to make them stop. But he had no idea how to approach the subject or what to say. If his brother had never had such experiences, then he would feel utterly embarrassed and ashamed. And if he were to by chance find out that they involved Reigen…

Nope. No. Horrible idea. Not going to happen. Besides, his brother has enough on his plate.

And then Mob had the idea of bringing this up to Tome. They're pretty close, though he doubted she had any advice to offer him. However, he was quickly dissuaded after realizing that there was a rather high chance that she would let his situation slip to Dimple, who would most likely tell Reigen.

And if that happened, Mob would probably just decide to throw himself off a bridge somewhere. Death would be a whole lot more preferable than that embarrassment.

Plus, Tome is also still trying to get Mob to come to the office for a visit.

"I swear, if you don't make time for Reigen in your 'tight' schedule, I'm going to make Ekubo possess you and drag your ass there by force." She threatened him one day during their lunch break, and Mob knew better than to try to call her bluff.

He would try to talk to Hanazawa about this, too, but he's been too busy as of late. He always seems to be spending his time with someone– a girlfriend, a friend, or family. Hanazawa is probably the best person to talk to about this, but, of course, he's always unavailable when Mob needs him most.

Which leads him to the last person he can talk to about this. Someone he can trust but still needs to be careful with, in case he says the wrong thing.

"So you've been dreaming about this person every couple of nights?" Tsubomi asks him over the phone as the two settle in for their weekly phone calls. "When did this start?"

Mob turns his gaze to the nearby calendar, even though it's not like he had the exact date marked off. "Maybe a few weeks ago. Last month, I think."

"And you've had how many dreams?"

Mob counts on his hands. "At least… eight?"

"Oh, wow," she says, her high voice genuinely surprised. "I was expecting you only to say three or so, but eight?"

He refrains from telling her that they're about Reigen, nor does he say anything about them being sexual. And thankfully, she doesn't ask, which makes this conversation all the more easier.

"Is it safe to assume that they're all romantic dreams?" She asks, and Mob's stomach sinks a bit. "Not like– memories you have of this person or those random… up-is-down and left-is-right dreams that make absolutely no sense."

"Y-Yeah." He admits. Although the way everything happens in those dreams sure makes him feel like he has no sense of direction.

"Well, it sounds to me like you've probably been thinking about this person a lot lately," She continues.

Mob ponders all the recent thoughts he's had of Reigen. Memories of their past, the good and the bad. The dreams. "Yeah…"

She hums. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Does he want to talk about it? He's not exactly sure what to say that won't give away too much information. But how else is he supposed to get this off his chest?

"It… It's just a friend that I haven't talked to in a while," He responds timidly. "We used to spend a lot of time together, but now we don't. And I'm always so busy with school and sports that I haven't even been able to text them lately."

Well, he could have texted Reigen, but he had no idea what to say, and the thought of Reigen calling him afterwards and having to hear his voice was daunting. To be reminded of the sounds his mind provided… Reigen's moans. His whining, the groans he makes when he comes.

It's too much to bear. Even now, he feels hot and bothered. Thank god, he and Tsubomi aren't on a video chat.

"Have you tried scheduling a call meeting like how we do?"

"I haven't, but…" Mob trails off, rubbing the back of his neck where it feels like he's starting to sweat. "I don't know. I get the feeling that if I do, they may want me to do something for them."

"Is that 'something' something you don't want to do?"

Mob thought about it. Did he want to go on a job with Reigen?

Truthfully, he wouldn't mind. So long as he had enough time in advance and wasn't called in at the last minute, he could enjoy doing what all they used to– going through an abandoned building, finding a spirit, destroying it, and then going to get dinner, sans the pocket change Reigen calls Mob's pay.

"I don't know…" Mob sighs and slumps against the folded-up futon behind him. "Maybe."

Tsubomi's tone drops an octave, sounding a whole lot more serious than before. "Mob, be honest with me for a second. Do you like this person?"

Mob's cheeks furiously flushed, and his chest tightened. Maybe… maybe she doesn't mean it like that. He couldn't possibly…

"U-Um," he lets slip.

"Well, let's back up for a second," Tsubomi says, and it sounds like she's shifting around on the other end of the phone. "You said these dreams are romantic, right? Tell me how you feel afterwards, when you wake up. Do you feel gross?"

Mob thinks back to the many times he's woken up with soiled clothes and sheets. Yes, it's disgusting, but does he feel disgusted by the situation or the fact that it's Reigen?

"Do you wake up and feel kind of sick cause it's wrong and you don't want that with that person?"

….does he? Does he want to kiss Reigen? Does he want to touch him and be touched by him? Does he want to have sex and maybe be together like a true couple? Holding hands. Texting daily, maybe even calling regularly.

Why hasn't Mob asked himself these questions until now?

"Mob? Are you there?"

Mob blinks and realizes that he hasn't said a word this entire time. "Yeah, yeah. I'm… I'm still here."

Tsubomi laughs a bit. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

"Uh– no, no. You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just… gave me a lot to think about, I guess."

"Oh. Well then, I guess my job here is done." He could practically hear her mischievous smile through the phone.

That night, Mob went to sleep early, but he lay awake in bed, endlessly tossing and turning, thinking about the many questions Tsubomi had implanted in his mind.

He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness.

Do you like this person?

What bothers him is that the answer to that question isn't coming so easily to him.

He thought back to the four years he spent with Reigen and the friendship they formed, the memories they shared.

It first began as strictly business. Mob was scared of his powers, and he thought Reigen could help him. And Reigen could exploit his powers for his company while simultaneously helping him train them. Over the years, Mob realized his control over his powers hadn't changed, and working for him was probably pointless, but Reigen did give some great advice when he needed it. Mob still held onto the many times he could recount Reigen sitting him down on a particularly lax day at the office and just talking with him.

He would let him get out the few frustrations he had. He would often buy him snacks and get dinner while Reigen talked his ear off, distracting him and making the quiet office space a bit more lively. During that time, Mob found that he struggled to keep his eyes off him.

He would watch how Reigen constantly talked animatedly with his dexterous hands, watched as the light bore down on his hair and made it shimmer in the afternoon sun, turning it gold. Watch as his light brown eyes would inevitably slide over to him, and Mob would look away to prevent long periods of eye contact.

But why couldn't he keep eye contact with Reigen? He knew the answer to that.

It was the intensity of Reigen's heavy gaze, which always seemed palpable to him. It was as if he were peering into a part of Mob's soul. Reading his every thought, studying even the slightest of movements. That could explain why Reigen always read him so easily. How he could tell when Mob was uncomfortable despite keeping his face neutral and holding himself to that stoic pedestal that everyone seemed to place him on.

Did Reigen think he was stoic?

"Do you like this person?"

He still didn't know the answer. Or… maybe he did.

Did Mob like Reigen-shishou? Sure.

He liked how kind he was when they first met. He appreciated how, even if Reigen’s tea hadn't slipped from his hand and told him not to come back, he still offered him valuable advice that would likely have prompted him to return in a few days or weeks.

He liked that he got to see Reigen's real smile every so often, not the fake customer service-driven smile he wore to conceal himself. He enjoyed his laugh too, and his eyes, and how his eyes crinkled when he laughed really hard. He liked how gesticulative he was. How messy of an eater he was. How he would always get tired around the same time after lunch every day, and jokingly, he would tell him he was going to take a nap.

He liked hearing him call him by his nickname, even after all this time.

"Mob."

"Mob!"

"Hah– Mob…"

Mob felt his heart skip a beat. Oh.

He turned onto his side, slowly pulling his knees up to his chest in order to temper his arousal.

He liked talking to Reigen, regardless of the topic of conversation. He enjoyed spending time with him, regardless of what they were doing. He liked… he liked–

He liked it all.

Mob's eyes darted up to his phone, and before he could think twice about it, he snatched it in his hand and went straight to his gallery. He found the picture of them in less than a second and zoomed in on Reigen's face. He smiled at the funny face he was making.

He liked this picture. He liked every picture he and Reigen took together, which admittedly wasn't a lot. It wasn't enough.

Mob isn't sure when he eventually fell asleep, but he knew it was while his phone was still in his hand and Reigen's face was on the screen, with Reigen still on his mind.

In his dream, Mob is three fingers deep inside his shishou, pumping in and out at a slow rate, carefully spreading his digits, stretching him wide. Mob is sitting on his knees on a small, unfamiliar bed, and Reigen is on his back with a hand thrown up over his furiously flushing face. He's whining and moaning with each thrust of his fingers, and when Mob daringly decides to curl them, just to see what would happen, Reigen lets out a howl, cranes his head back, and his spine bends beautifully.

"M-Mob–" He stutters, and his blissful voice sounds like what Mob imagines an angel would sound like. "I'm ‐ hah - I'm ready."

Mob didn't need Reigen to tell him that he was ready. His hole was so loose now. If he really wanted to, he could probably put a fourth finger in, but Mob has lost all patience for such a thing. He wants to be inside him – he wants it oh-so badly.

Still, he has to be sure. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and accidentally hurt him. He never wants to hurt Reigen.

Slowly, he removed his fingers and watched as Reigen winced.

"Are you sure?" He asks and leans forward, planting his dirty hand beside Reigen's head, pressing it into the sheets, and cupping his cheek with the other.

His face is so hot in his palm, and Mob simply can't believe that this is the effect he has on his shishou. He can't believe how beautiful he looks right now.

Reigen nods, almost frantically, his half-lidded eyes seemingly almost hazy like he's intoxicated. He nuzzles his cheek into Mob's palm, and Mob feels his heart continue to climb.

Cute.

"P-Please," Reigen whispers, his lip quivering as though he's about to cry. "Please, Mob. I-I want you. All of you."

Mob's breath hitches like he's been punched in the gut, and that's exactly what it feels like, too. Hearing Reigen say that, to admit that he wants him, that he wants all of him– it makes something already hot inside him start to boil and sends ripples of goosebumps cascading down every inch of his skin. His powers must be rampaging through the room, but Mob doesn't bother to check.

Mob can't wait any longer. He wants him too– he needs him.

With no more room left for discussion, Mob adjusts his position slightly and lines himself up at Reigen's entrance, holding his legs up by the back of his knees. Even with just his tip pressed against the tight, furrowed muscle, he can tell it's going to be incredible. It's going to be like nothing he's ever felt before, and as soon as he starts pushing in, he clenches his eyes shut, concentrating as hard as he can– trying not to push into him in one go even though he's shaking with anticipation.

Reigen chokes on his moans, his eyes intensely watching Mob disappear inside. It's sort of hard to tell how he's feeling. Is he enjoying it? Is it painful? Is Mob doing it wrong?

"A-Are–" Mob starts, but he's finding it a little difficult to speak. He can't focus properly. "Are you– hah… okay? Shishou."

Reigen heaves, his chest rising and falling, sweat beading and rolling down his bare chest. Mob distantly wonders if it's his first time, although he highly doubts it. There's no way Reigen hasn't had any partners before him. He may not have met anyone in person or heard Reigen talk about anyone special in his life while he was working under him, but that didn't mean anything, all things considered.

Anyone would be lucky to have Reigen's affections.

"More…" Reigen managed to say through his clenched teeth. "Keep– keep going. Please."

Mob didn't dare argue and gave just a single thrust of his hips before sliding completely into the man. The two gasped in unison, and Mob couldn't recall a single time he felt something so wonderful, something so warm and tight and welcoming. He doesn't want to move. The pleasure has his head spinning like a top.

He tries to hold on, wanting to sit here and enjoy this feeling for just a bit longer, letting Reigen get used to it. But it's as if fire has been lit within him, stoked by furious winds that awaken an animal within him. Mob pulls back and thrusts all the way back in in one solid motion, watching Reigen's eyes widen, listening to him struggle to breathe.

Mob does it again, and again, until he starts up a slow, steady pace, bottoming out each time. Reigen is holding onto him now. His arms are wrapped around Mob's shoulders, pulling him down, pressing their chest together.

"Fuck…" Reigen curses in Mob's ear and moans. Mob has never heard him swear before, aside from the occasional crap or shit. "M-Mob, Mob."

Mob probably couldn't speak if he tried. His mind is so muddled, too consumed in the pleasure and more focused on not coming just yet. They just started, and if it ends now, will he ever feel this pleasure again? Will Reigen be disappointed and leave, saying Mob wasn't good enough for him?

No. No, Mob won't let his insecurities get the better of him. Not now.

"F-Faster–" Reigen murmurs in his ear, and Mob obliges. Reigen's response is enough for him to know that he's doing well. He digs his nails into his skin, wrapping his legs around him and cries out, "Yes, that's– that's it… Right there, right there–"

That's it. He can't take it anymore.

Each of Reigen's cries was starting to become a detriment to his resolve, and now he didn't want to make this last. He wants to hear what sounds Reigen will make when he comes, how tight he'll feel when he clenches. He wants to fuck him so hard that he yells, loud enough that anyone can hear him through the walls, hear what they're doing.

Mob didn't care anymore. He wanted it hard and fast, even if that meant finishing faster than anticipated. He wants Reigen, wants all of him.

He wants to finish inside him and fall onto his side, gazing at his beautiful face, panting and relishing in the afterglow. He wants to wake up next to him, have breakfast together, and do everyday domestic things like brushing their teeth, doing laundry, cleaning the apartment they share, and more.

Mob wants to kiss Reigen whenever he feels like it, hold his hand out in public despite the many disapproving stares they would get. He wants him.

He wants Reigen to be his. 

The sound of something falling in his room suddenly wakes Mob up with a jolt, and disappointment doesn't even begin to describe how he feels. He's greeted by the now expected sight of the ceiling close-up and the many floating objects spread all around. He turns his head and sees that a glass of water he foolishly brought into his room before going to bed isn't floating. It was knocked over by something, and a puddle of water is now pooling on the floor.

It's pitch black in his room. The only bit of light he sees is from the full moon high in the sky that's peaking in through his rather thin curtains. Mob's eyes search around for the alarm clock, and when he spots it, he's a little surprised to see what time it is.

One a.m. It's still so early.

Then, his eyes trail down south. The blanket has since floated off his body, and Mob can see that he's fully erect under his pajama pants. He hasn't came yet, which makes sense since his dream was cut short. However, he should be calming down now.

Usually, once he's conscious, everything in the room will suddenly plummet, and he has to stop it all from crashing down and waking everyone up, but for some reason, he and his room continue to levitate, and Mob distantly wonders if it's because he hasn't came yet.

The dream was cut short, but the memories of it were still fresh in his mind. He can remember every little detail, down to the smell of sex in the air, to the feeling of how hot and tight Reigen was as he first slid into him.

Mob swallows thickly and closes his eyes, urging himself to calm down despite the storm still raging inside him. But closing his eyes proves to be a mistake as his mind so happily provides the images of the memories across the feel of his eyelids.

He can still hear Reigen's moans, hear him begging for more.

"Do you wake up and feel kind of sick cause it's wrong and you don't want that with that person?"

Mob feels as far from sick as can be. His hand has flown down to his crotch and slipped up his pants. He gasps and lets out a quiet whimper just from the feel of his own tight grip on his cock. Quickly, he covers his mouth with the other hand, muffling any sounds that might escape his throat.

He doesn't want to wake anyone up accidentally, and they hear him, hear what he's about to do.

Slowly, he starts to stroke himself and closes his eyes, envisioning all the different dreams he's had with Reigen in them. He visualizes Reigen's lips around his cock, the wet and hot feeling of his tongue against the bottom of his shaft, and, of course, the way he held intense eye contact with him the entire time.

"R-Reigen-shishou…" Mob says through gritted teeth and grinds the heel of his palm against the head of his dick, pulling it tight.

He recalls another dream that stuck out to him, the one where he was stroking both his and Reigen's dick together. His shishou looked utterly gorgeous sitting on his lap like that. He made such beautiful sounds, and when they kissed, it felt like his lips were being electrified. He so badly wanted to be inside Reigen, to have him ride him.

Reigen is probably good at riding. He may not exercise and probably doesn't have the best stamina, but he can imagine the way he would roll his hips, how he would take great satisfaction in watching Mob writhe.

Mob quickens his pace and bites his bottom lip to fight back a groan. He can almost hear Reigen calling him a good boy.

And then, of course, his mind wanders and leaps straight back to the dream that was interrupted. He wanted Reigen like that again. He wanted him underneath him, begging for him, telling him things that continue to stoke the flames inside him. He wants to be with him and have him.

But it's not only that. It's not just a sexual relationship that Mob wants.

He wants to have sex with Reigen, there's no mistake about that. But he also wants to kiss him freely, and to hold his hand, and go on dates, and talk every day until there's nothing left for them to talk about. He wants to see Reigen smile because of him, he wants to hear his laugh– even the rather goofy one he's embarrassed of– he wants to hear him call him Mob for years and years to come because it's become something more than just some backhanded insult.

It's become something special. Something that not just anyone is privy to. Tome– yes, but she's a very close friend, and the same goes for Tsubomi. They've been friends since they were kids, and she's been calling him that ever since. Reigen is different, though.

It's similar in the way that Mob still calls him shishou even though he's no longer his mentor. The title in itself has no meaning anymore; it's just become a nickname that Mob can't seem to stop calling him – a habit he refuses to break.

"M-Mob–"

"Ah, shishou!"

Before he knows it, Mob's back is bending on its own, his strokes have become erratic, and the only thing that fills his mind are images of Reigen – innocent ones, risqué ones – images of the man he wants to be his. He comes with a muffled shout of his former mentor's name, and it's the most satisfying feeling he's ever experienced.

As everything in his room slowly sinks back down to the ground, including him and his futon, Mob looks at his hand and the mess spread on his palm and between his fingers. Shame creeps up on him as the sober, post-nut clarity, thoughts come like a vicious tidal wave.

He's been having wet dreams about Reigen. He just masturbated to the thought of Reigen. His former mentor, a man who's fourteen years older than him. It would be one thing if it were someone his age, maybe even someone he thought was attractive, just in a passing thought, but this was Reigen.

Not that Reigen isn't attractive, Mob muses as he sits up, his spine ramrod straight. He is very attractive, in every way but… how would a relationship between them even work?

Mob ponders this question while he mindlessly walks to the bathroom and cleans off his mess. He thinks about every possible outcome on the way back to his room. It all fills him with dread, but then he thinks about the good that could come about.

What if Reigen returned his feelings? What if he just waited until he was eighteen, so then there wouldn't be the excuse of him being underage? What if they kissed, and Reigen kissed him back, and they went back to Reigen's apartment, where all of Mob's dreams slowly started to come true.

Mob lets out a small please sound as he pulls his knees up and wraps the blanket around him, relishing in the fluttering feeling growing in his chest.

Yeah. Mob knows what he wants now. 

He wants Reigen…

He's just not entirely sure where to go from here.

"Alright. So I have; carrots, onions, potatoes…" Mob's mom mutters to herself as they walk through the store aisles. "Shige. You still have the list with you, right? Is there anything else we need to get?"

Mob stops and reaches into his pocket, fishing out the folded-up list his mom told him to hang onto. Ritsu eventually catches up with them and walks up beside Mob with his hands full of individual items. As he goes to dump it all into the cart, a soda bottle slips from his grasp, and the three gasp in unison.

Reacting out of instinct, Mob uses his powers to catch it just before it hits the floor, and they all let out a sigh of relief. If it had exploded, that would have been a big mess to clean.

"Thanks, nii-san," Ritsu pats his shoulder as Mob levitates it back into his hand and points behind him. "Oh, I think you dropped something."

Mob's eyes follow to where Ritsu points, and he sees that he dropped the grocery list, which has floated away a bit thanks to the small gust of wind his powers always produce. He goes over to it and kneels down to grab it. However, at the same time, someone else does too, and their hands gently brush, startling Mob.

Mob's gaze shoots up to the person before him, and his heart lodges itself in his throat.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Kageyama family." Reigen grins and takes the piece of paper between his index and middle fingers, standing straight with a hand on his hip. "How's it going?"

"Oh, Reigen-san!" Their mother's eyes light up, and she backs up with her cart until she is standing directly in front of the man. "Hello! It's been a while."

"Mom, let's go. I think I feel sick." Ritsu says and uselessly tries to tug on her arm, attempting to pull her away.

"Oh, shush now." She levels him with a look before turning back to Reigen with a bright smile that reaches her eyes. "How have you been? Keeping busy?"

The two exchange pleasantries, but Mob doesn't hear a word of what they're saying, thanks to the blood rushing in his ears, deafening him. He's still kneeling down on the floor, frozen to the spot, potentially at risk of death, considering how fast his heart is racing.

Reigen is here. Reigen-shishou is here, right in front of him, and Mob feels like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Their hands touched, and for a brief moment, they were so, so close. This isn't a dream. Oh god, this is real. He can't breathe in. He can't breathe out, and yet, somehow, Reigen's scent has infiltrated his nose. Reigen has always smelled like massage oils and incense in the past, and while they used to be overpowering, suddenly they smell… alluring.

Oh god, he can't do this.

"Mob."

The esper snaps out of his daze at the sound of his nickname, and suddenly, he sees that Reigen's hand is extended out to him. His eyes involuntarily slide up his arm until he meets his gentle gaze and welcoming expression. Wow, Mob muses. He's even more gorgeous than he remembers.

"You alright? Need some help up?" Reigen asks him, and Mob has to forcibly pull his eyes away, back down to his hand. His soft, dexterous hands.

Mob mentally slaps himself before his mind can wander any further than it already has and quickly stands, tripping over himself in the process. "Nope! No," He laughs nervously and brushes off the invisible dust from his pants. "I-I'm good. I'm good."

"Okay…" Reigen raises a brow and retracts his hand. Both his mom and Ritsu give him the same strange look, and Mob can feel a blush creeping up his neck. "Anyway, Mrs. Kageyama, how's your husband?"

While his mom answers him, Ritsu walks over and nudges Mob's arm. He snaps his head to his brother and sees him mouth to him, "What's wrong?"

Mob works his throat against the lump that's formed there. He doesn't really know what to say to him, so he does his best to convey a look that says, “We'll talk about it later.”

Thankfully, Ritsu seems to understand, but Mob has absolutely no intention of talking about it with him. Ritsu would probably kill him if he found out about Mob's newfound crush on Reigen. Or he would kill Reigen, and Mob would put money on the decision being the latter.

"Well, it was good seeing you, Reigen-san, but we'd better get going." Mob's mom says with finality, and Mob nearly lets out a sigh of relief. He needs to get away from him, preferably as far away as he can get. But then, to his dismay–

His mother turns to Mob. "Shige. Your brother and I are going to go finish up our shopping and then check out. I'm sure you want to catch up with your former mentor, so we'll leave you to it."

Mob seizes up again. "U-Uh, wait. Um–"

"Oh! Do you have the list?" She asks, and Mob's mind staggers, grappling for the right words.

"Here you go," Reigen says as he hands her the piece of paper.

"Ah, thank you. Bye, Reigen-san." She waves to him and starts walking away with Ritsu close behind her.

Before getting very far, Ritsu pointedly shoots Mob with one last look, taking note of his older brother's hesitation and nervousness. He's definitely going to have lots of questions after this, and Mob would rather just never return home than have to face that storm.

"Bye. Good seeing you!" Reigen waves to them as they disappear around a corner, leaving the two of them completely alone, or about as alone as they can get in a public place.

There's a long moment of silence between them as the tension thickens the air, becoming almost palpable, but only to Mob, who's beyond saving at this point. It feels like hours pass before either one of them speaks, and Mob's heart is racing incomprehensibly fast. He can't even look at Reigen without being reminded of his dreams, reminded of the fact that his mind supplied him with the knowledge of what Reigen sounds like when he moans.

"So, what's up, Mob?" Reigen finally asks, slicing through the silence between them like a handcrafted knife. "How have you been?"

Mob finally finds the strength to turn his gaze to him and fights down the rush of heat making its way up his neck. "Oh, um… I've been good."

"Busy too, I hear." Reigen tilts his head a bit. "Tome said that you're in baseball this year. What? Didn't enjoy track?"

Mob breathes out slowly, calming himself. He can do this. It's just casual conversation. "No, I did, but I wanted to try something different, and a friend of mine recommended I try baseball."

"Ah, well, do you like me?"

Mob's stomach drops to the floor. "H-Huh?"

"Baseball," Reigen says, his brows pinching together a bit when he sees the alarmed look on Mob's face. "Do you like it? "

Mob mentally kicks himself. What is wrong with him? "O-Oh uh… yeah. A couple of my friends are on the team, and we play well together."

"That's great, Mob!" Reigen sounds genuinely excited for him, and Mob's heart naturally skips a beat. " When's your next game? I'd like to come and see you play sometime."

Mob's stomach does another flip. He can already picture it: Reigen standing out in the stands, his hair shining golden in the sun, distracting Mob, drawing his attention away from the field. He would probably play terribly under that kind of pressure. Or maybe he would play better than he ever has before, trying to show off and impress Reigen.

Mob mentally scoffs. Get real. It would most definitely be the former, and he would surely make a fool out of himself.

"Um, I'm not too sure," He responds. "But when I find out, I'll be sure and snag you a ticket."

Reigen waves his hand. "Ah, you don't need to do that. Just let me know when, and I'll buy my ticket myself. I'll even be sure to clear out my schedule so I don't miss it."

Mob knows that he's blushing furiously. He can't stop thinking about if that became a reality. Reigen, clearing his schedule like he says, closing the office, being there, cheering him on. Even if it made him more nervous and he played horribly, Mob wouldn't care because he would be there. For him, and that makes him far more excited than he should be.

"Ah. Hang on just a second." Reigen cuts into Mob's thoughts and suddenly leans in, his eyes peering at him, trailing over his body. It takes everything in Mob's power not to step back from him. Then he raises his hand, measuring their heights. "Whoa, you're getting tall! You're almost as tall as me."

Now, Mob can't help but go red to the roots. "W-What? No, I'm not."

Reigen laughs, and the sound of it strikes a chord somewhere inside Mob. "Yes, you are. Trust me, you may not see it, but the last time I saw you, we weren't at eye level just yet."

Although Mob wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole right now, he straightens just a bit and finds that Reigen is right. He's almost as tall as him. He doesn't have to look up at him at all when they're standing directly in front of one another like this, and for some reason, that makes Mob's pulls quicken.

He's always wanted to be taller than Reigen. Thanks to these dreams and accepting the fact that he has a crush on him, the esper starts to fantasize about situations. Like pinning Reigen to a wall, making him crane his neck up to kiss him… to fuck him up against it with his legs wrapped around his waist, using just his bare hands and brute strength to hold him off the ground and drop him on his–

Mob's thought is cut short when Reigen unexpectedly reaches over and ruffles his hair. "Just think, at this rate, you might end up being taller than me." Mob does imagine it, and with it comes a flurry of more inappropriate thoughts.

Mob instinctively yanks his head away from Reigen's hand and turns away, hoping he doesn't see the prominent blush spread across his face. Reigen blinks a few times, taken aback by Mob's unexpected reaction, and his hand falls away.

"Am I embarrassing you?" Reigen asks, and Mob can hear the hurt in his tone.

"N-No it's– it's not that, it's…" Mob trails off. How is he supposed to respond? It's just like when he texted him that night. I've been having dreams about you.

I think I'm in love with you.

Reigen laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck, and even that sends goosebumps down Mob's arms. "Sorry. I used to do it to you all the time. Guess it's sort of muscle memory. Won't happen again, though."

Mob's chest tightened at the idea. He didn't want him to stop. He wanted Reigen to tousle his hair whenever he felt like it. He never wanted him to stop, but as he struggled to find the right words, his mouth bobbed open and shut like a fish, his voice leaving him entirely.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat longer, but I just came to buy something to eat on my lunch break," Reigen says, and it's only now that Mob realizes he has a shopping basket on his arm. "I'm glad school is going well, Mob. And sports. Also, I don't know if you got my message, but I hope you know you're always welcome to come by the office. I promise I won't spring any last-minute jobs on you."

Again, Mob finds himself grappling for words as Reigen starts to turn away. Even though moments ago Mob would have done anything to get away from Reigen, seeing him go sends a rush of panic through him that he can't fight down.

A rather irrational part of him fears it may be a while before he sees him again. 

"Reigen-shishou!" Mob shouts without thinking, and his voice is just loud enough to cause more than a few heads to turn in their direction. Mob dips his head, his face red with embarrassment, until everyone goes about their business.

"Yes?" Reigen asks, turning back to him with a brow raised, waiting patiently for him.

"U-Um…" Mob tries so hard to hold eye contact with him, but it's too difficult when all he can think about is Reigen looking up at him from down on his knees with his cock on his tongue. But he has to, otherwise he may get suspicious if he isn't already.

So Mob forces himself to look at Reigen and shuts off his mind the moment their eyes meet. But of course, his mind isn't so easily silenced, especially not when Reigen looks at him with such… fondness in his gaze.

He can't help but note how soft his features seem, how gentle his expression is, and how welcoming it feels. It's strangely contagious, filling Mob's head with equally soft thoughts, such as walking beside Reigen, spending their free time together in the office, getting dinner, letting his feelings out, and venting to him, who listens intently.

I want that. I want him.

"If I did come by the office some time soon," Mob says, feeling oddly confident. "I wouldn't mind going on a job with you."

"Really?" Reigen's eyes appear to light up, and it seems like he's fighting back the urge to smile more than he already is.

Mob wouldn't mind if he smiled more. It's like when the sun finally breaks through the storm clouds after endless amounts of rain.

"Yeah. If you don't mind," Mob says with a shrug.

"Of course, I don't mind, Mob." He says in the middle of a laugh. "I miss having you around at the office."

Mob smiles and drops his eyes a bit. "I miss being there."

"Oh, but there is one condition if you do happen to swing by."

"What's that?" He raises his head, and Reigen thrusts a finger against his forehead, knocking him back a bit.

"Stop calling me shishou," He tells him. "I'm not your mentor anymore, remember? Besides, I doubt I have anything left to teach you."

Mob didn't need that reminder, but he supposed it was fair, all things considered. Still– "I disagree," he tells him, "I think you still have plenty to teach me."

Reigen stares at him for a beat and then huffs. "Hm, guess we'll just have to see about that."

"Yeah. We will," Mob says with finality, making a mental promise to himself.

He will go see Reigen at the office. He will text him back. He won't let this go, even if it means going through the motions of confessing somewhere down the road, being rejected, and finding a new norm that may be more than a little tricky to navigate. He doesn't want to lose him, to lose this.

"Alright." Reigen sighs and looks down at his basket. "I'd better go before Serizawa freaks out and thinks I left him to run the place."

And then, an idea comes to mind. One that Mob can't ignore. "Ah, wait, before you go. Just one last thing."

"Hm?"

"Can…" Mob trails off, but his words fail him, so he simply opens his arms in hopes that Reigen will understand. "Can I, uh‐"

Thankfully, Reigen does seem to get it and slowly makes his way over to Mob. Before he can ready himself, Reigen wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him against his chest, embracing him just as he was hoping.

Mob's arms float right where they are for a bit, but once the initial shock passes, he wraps his arms around Reigen and turns his head, closing his eyes. He smells even better than before, as he's so warm, and somewhat smaller than he remembers. It's nice, and although Mob wants nothing more than to keep him there, he realizes that he can't and is the first to pull away.

Reigen pats his shoulder as he backs up. "It was good seeing you, Mob. Don't be a stranger."

"I won't. I promise, shishou."

Reigen narrows his eyes at him accordingly and gives him a warning finger, but he can't hide that smile of his, so Mob takes it as an empty threat. And with that, Reigen walks away and leaves, and Mob is left there with his light-as-a-feather heart beating like a drum in his chest, already wondering when the next time he's going to see him is going to be. He's honestly half tempted to pull out his phone now and text him.

It's a miracle he isn't floating along with the rest of the store right now.