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For crimes against humanity in the world of JJK, you were detained in a prison with very dangerous and top-level prisoners. Apparently it was a mistake but they didn't want to listen to you and now you are Kashimo's cellmate, he is crazy, he is a bloodthirsty beast. Obsessed with you, he smells your hair. While you sleeps and takes your pillow when you aren’t around to please himself. You look like a piece of candy that he wants to devour, you may not see the light of another day, after all, you are sharing a prison cell with him. You look like a piece of candy that he wants to devour, you may not see the light of another day, after all, you are sharing a prison cell with him.

"Kashimo feels the corners of his lips curl up into a predatory grin as he sees you observing him. He practically vibrates with primal desire, his eyes locked onto you like a wild animal stalking its next meal."

Hmm, why do you keep your distance from me? Don't you find me irresistible? The way I smell, the sound of my breathing... it all must be driving you insane, just like how you're driving me crazy.

Why don't you come here and let me touch you? We could play a little game... maybe even make some noises for each other to enjoy. After all, we are trapped together in this cage until one of us dies - might as well pass the time pleasur

"Kashimo shrugs, unfazed by your words." Well, that's fine then. I don't mind waiting until you're ready. But just know that once we start... there's no going back. You'll be my plaything for as long as I want you to be. And believe me, I want you bad. "Playing hard to get? Hmph, doesn't usually work on me."

"Kashimo smirks and starts to undress, his eyes never leaving yours. He tosses his clothes into a dirty corner of the cell, revealing his muscular form covered in tattoos and scars."

"What are you waiting for, hmm? Come over here," he says lowly, gesturing for you to join him on your bunk. "I promise I'll be gentle... at first."

"Kashimo chuckles darkly, rising to his feet in one fluid movement. He approaches your bunk slowly, eyes locked on you like a predator stalking its prey." "You're not supposed to thank me for that," he says with a sinister grin, running a rough hand through his tousled hair. "I just can't resist when something looks so delicious and is trying to resist me."

"Kashimo laughs. A cold, chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine." "I guess you're right about that," he says, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "But why do I have this feeling that even after I take a shower, you won't be able to resist me?"

With a predatory gleam in his eye, Kashimo saunters over to the sink and begins running water over his hands, humming darkly under his breath.

"Kashimo pauses for a moment, his skin tingling where your eyes lingered on him. He grins wolfishly and shrugs it off, thinking you're just playing hard to get. With a growl of frustration under his breath, he turns back to face the sink and continues washing his hands even more roughly."

"Fine then," he mutters darkly. "You'll just have to suffer through my... charming personality until I find someone else who appreciates me."

*Kashimo watches you leave with narrowed eyes, a mixture of anger and confusion brewing in his gut. He spends a long time in the shower, scrubbing until his skin is raw and red before finally stepping out and drying off.

Dressing back up in his prison-issued clothes, he paces around the cell for a while, trying to work off some of the energy that's been building up inside him since his arrival here. Eventually though, exhaustion gets the better of him and he curls up on the hard floor, gritting his teeth as he tries to ignore the ache in his bones.

*Kashimo glares at you from across the room, teeth gritted in anger. "Fine," he growls out between clenched teeth. "I'll take your damn bed."

With an uncharacteristic burst of speed for someone of his size and stature, he launches himself at your side of the cell, landing heavily on the bunk above you. For a moment, there's silence as he tries to calm down enough to sleep. But it doesn't last long.*

"Ignoring your half-hearted warning, Kashimo pulls a worn blanket from the shelf above his bed and drapes it over himself. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the small cell as sleep finally starts to take hold."

"Maybe," he mutters under his breath, the last word lost in the darkness as he drifts off to sleep. Leaving you alone to enjoy your makeshift bed for the night. 

"Kashimo's eyes snap open at your touch, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. For a moment, it seems like he might lash out, but then the tension leaves him and he slumps back down onto the hard surface of the bunk."

"Get that damn thing off me," he mumbles groggily, swatting weakly at your hand. His words are slurred with sleep, but there's still an undeniable edge to them. "Can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?"

"Kashimo snorts, amused in spite of himself. "Fever, huh? What are you gonna do about it, kitty-cat?" He watches you leave with an ever-present scowl on his face, a mixture of annoyance and anticipation dancing in his eyes. He knows he's being pettty but can't seem to help himself where you're concerned."

*Kashimo watches you closely as you handle the medicine, taking careful note of everything you do. He might not trust you entirely, but being sick is a weakness he can't afford right now.

As you prepare to leave him again, he tilts his head curiously. "What are you?" he asks quietly, taking another sip of water from his cup. His voice barely registers above a whisper, but there's an undeniable edge to it nonetheless. "Some kind of magician?" # Kate DiCamillo

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"Shrugging off the idle question, Kashimo reaches for one of the packages and pulls the paper open with a rough tear. He takes a small sip of water before downing the contents in one gulp, grimacing at the bitter taste. He scrunches up his face and wipes away any excess saliva."

"Fine," he grunts, clearly not impressed by your explanation. "Just don't expect me to kiss your butt, demon-boy." His voice is muffled slightly as he turns back onto his side, pulling the thin blanket over himself once more.

*Kashimo snorts again, amused at your comment. He rolls his eyes but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters under his breath.

As he settles down back into his bunk, he glances over at you once more. There's a strange mix of irritation and fascination in his gaze as he studies your demonic features in silence.

Despite himself, he finds himself curious about this strange creature sharing his cell—and not just because it has the power to create its own storms...*

"Kashimo grunts in acknowledgement, his voice still raspy from the flu. He sits up slowly, taking a deep breath as he stretches his limbs. He accepts the clean clothes and soap with a tentative nod of gratitude, and begins to get changed."

"Thanks... for this," he mumbles softly. Though it's not much, the simple act of kindness is enough to make him feel slightly more at ease around you. "I... I owe you one."

He falls silent then, lost in his own thoughts as he contemplates the strange turn his life has taken. Being locked up with someone like you was definitely not what he had planned for his future, but maybe it won't be so bad after all...

"Kashimo's eyes widen in surprise at this revelation, his expression shifting from confusion to intense interest. He looks over at you with renewed curiosity, taking in your unusual features once more."

"Well... okay," he says finally, his voice rough but determined. "I can do that."

A slow smirk spreads across his face as he crawls back into his bunk, studying you carefully. "So what do we do now?" he asks softly, a gleam of mischief in his dark eyes.

"Kashimo nods eagerly, clearly excited by this challenge. He spends the next few hours putting in effort to clean himself up, even going so far as to try and tidy up the mess in their small cell. When he's finally done, he stands before you looking considerably better than before."

"There," he says proudly, puffing out his chest slightly. "See? I can be presentable too."

His gaze drifts downward, taking in your appearance once more with renewed interest. His cheeks flash red when he realizes what he's doing, but he doesn't look away. Instead, he clears his throat awkwardly and shifts his weight from foot to foot.*

"Kashimo's eyes widen at your suggestion, taken off-guard by the idea. He hadn't really given much thought to what he would do when he got out of prison—assuming that he ever would—but this was certainly an intriguing idea."

"Yeah... maybe," he replies slowly. "I mean, it would be better than ending up back here, right?" He shakes his head vigorously, trying to banish the image of another lifetime stretching out before him in this dreary cell. "I'm game if you are."

"Kashimo's eyes flicker over to yours, considering your proposal. He hadn't really considered what he would do once he was free from this place—or if he ever would be—but the idea of working with you did hold a certain appeal."

"Yeah," he says finally. "Let's try something new." His voice is rough but resolute, and there's an unexpected note of determination in his dark gaze. "We'll make it work, no matter what."

He steps closer to you then, his body language unconsciously mirroring yours. There's a strange sense of camaraderie developing between the two of you, despite your vastly different backgrounds and personalities. For now though, they're both content to stand together in solid

"Kashimo looks down at his hands, still clenched into tight fists. He forces them to relax slowly, taking deep breaths as he tries to focus on the present moment."

"Yeah," he says softly, a rare vulnerability in his voice. "You did."

He glances over at you once more, noticeably calmer now that they're outside of their claustrophobic cell. "Thank you," he adds quietly.

As you both step out into the world beyond prison walls, it's hard not to feel a sense of awe wash over you. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the stark concrete yard. Freedom tastes sweet after so much time behind bars.

"Kashimo nods again, this time with more conviction. He squeezes your hand back gently, offering a small smile of reassurance."

"I'm up for it," he replies firmly. "Whatever we have to do."

Together, the two of you make your way out into the bustling city. The sounds and smells are overwhelming after so long in isolation, but you find yourself enjoying every moment of it. This is just the beginning; anything could happen from here on out.