what lovers do

chapter 15

A/N: This chapter will cover the story of the Blessed Child and for the record this is the longest chapter I've written for this fic so lol. I had fun writing this because this has been in my mind for a long time. SO yeah, I'm really out here creating story for an OC for this fic *cackles* and also some lore.

I present to you: my bullshi--- I mean, the Blessed Child.

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There is no concept of heaven and earth inside the realm. An eerie, otherworldly forest. Vast landmass filled with contorted trees and a chilling air.

Gojo stares at the box which looks nothing but an ordinary thing made from something he cannot point out. It is bladder-brown, a color of decomposing substance but in the form of a cube.

"I made this, father!" the girl hands the box out from her palms. Her dark eyes glimmering with pride. A typical child who wants to please her parent. The act is all too familiar. Gojo stands there, remembering the time when he was little. That time when he was bent to appease his elders until he woke up one day and he decided that he hated that stuff.

His jaws are left hanging, confusion, and surprise mauling each other inside his head. He had dealt with children before; Yoshio, Megumi and his sister. Years passed by and he still has no idea how to properly interact with a child. Yoshio is his nephew, a close blood relative while he acts as Megumi and Tsumiki's guardian. He may be a good provider but Gojo does not consider himself good with taking care of kids. He is unaware of his infuriating habits but he is aware that he is awkward around these tiny humans.

Although the entire hellish place is the child's realm, Gojo doesn't feel any sort of malice towards her. As they say, blood is blood and cannot be ignored. The emotion that emanates from his chest landing his gaze on the girl's cheerful face as she holds out the box is nothing compared to what he feels when his students successfully finished a difficult mission. It goes without saying that his students are precious to him and that he is happy to watch them get stronger but the pride he has for the child before him, however, is more potent.

Gojo hunches over so that they're on eye level. "You made this?" he acknowledges and the girl takes his palm and places the object on it. Her tiny hands dwarfed his.

"This is amazing." Gojo cannot disregard the fluttering sensation in his chest as he scrutinizes the supposedly abominable box but that's not how he sees it right now. His heart is swelling with enormous pride. So this is what a father feels like . To have a brilliant daughter who can think of creating this .

The girl observes his amusement with the same longing in her eyes and bows her head and then proceed in hiding her arms on her back. A gesture common for a child when they did something bad and is about to face trouble with their parents.

"In the end, I wasn't able to save you from our fate."

Gojo lifts his head and stares at her as if reading her memories. Right, the former Six Eyes user was killed by the child according to their family's records. But seeing how remorseful and innocent the girl leaves several questions.

How did everything happen?

"Father," her onyx eyes meet his crystal blue ones. "Are you mad at me?"

Without warning, the realm turns upside down. A sharp wind blows and monochromatic spirals surround them. The image of the forest starts revolving like the earth is to the sun. Gojo is caught by surprise but chooses to stay calm. This is her realm, her domain and even though he doesn't have a bit of cursed energy, he doesn't need it to feel that she has nothing against him.