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THRESHOLD OF GODS.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱,, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝘀.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵.

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗘.

Despite the fact that you were blind the entire way to Jujutsu Tech, you didn't feel the least bit worried about crashing into anything or seeming weird.

Your hand was enclosed in Gojo's. his hand was big and warm, therefore almost completely encasing your much smaller hand. Your fingers knitted together perfectly like a puzzle, and as cliche as it may sound, you felt your hands were meant for each other. Or, perhaps, that was just your touch starved side talking. 

You'd told yourself over and over repeatedly while you were blind that you didn't need anyone. You didn't need anyone but your music. 

Now, you knew that had changed; you'd met Gojo Satoru, and in the span of 2-3 days, your head said that you belonged with him. Anywhere he was, was your home. 

It sounded like it was straight from a sickly romance novel.

Those types of novels had never amused you; in fact, it was quite the opposite. You never understood why and how people found their loves, how all that romance worked out. 

"Here we are," interrupted Gojo, and you once snapped out of your thoughts, turning your head around in a failed attempt to catch a glimpse at your surroundings. 

That, however, didn't work out, since you didn't have your technique on. 

"You can activate your technique now and let go, you know," teased Gojo, and you felt your face flush before you tugged your hand back, activating your technique like he had said. 

Straightening up, you realized that the two of you stood on a stone path that carved deeper into a cluster of buildings. One of the aforementioned buildings' giant doors were open, and while your technique couldn't pierce into the darkness, you could sense that someone was sitting inside, waiting. 

Gojo walked ahead of you by a bit, then turned around and stared back at you through his blindfold. "Shall we?"

You nodded, following after the white-haired man. The two of you walked towards to the building from which you had sense a presence; several presences, to be precise. Yet they all had the exact same curse energy. Clones, perhaps?