▄︻デ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 | ᴳᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

[00] | LOVE

[Gojo] | P R E S E N T    P O I N T    O F     V I E W

The air's chilling hands brush over his pallid skin, leaving tracks of horripilation.

The young man was preoccupied with his thoughts while he sat in the hospital's waiting room. He overthinks a lot, as shown by the dark circles beneath his eyes. —It is indeed undeniable that overthinking is a curse. 

"They said Maki and the kids... will be fine," he murmured, shattering the silence.

"Good..." said the white-haired shaman, who seemed to be aware of the melancholy mood around him. He replied, his hands in his pockets. "You don't appear to be in good health."

"For the first time, I summoned Rika," the young man recalls, holding the ring on his left ring finger. Gojo grins, "I see... that's a step forward then," but Yuuta doesn't see it that way because of what he remembers.

"When we were children, Rika and I swore that when we came of age, we'd marry each other and be together forever and ever," he began, looking up to the wall.

"Maybe Rika's not cursing me...Perhaps I'm the one cursing Rika instead," he concluded.

Gojo muttered something that seemed to hit Yuuta as a result of that discovery. "I've always believed that even the most warped curses are manifested by love."

Yuuta raised his eyes to his teacher and questioned, "Do you have any experience with this sensei?" Gojo's grin dropped as he said, "Not really," says the man.

"I suddenly remembered friends who were always beside me before," he murmured, and Yuuta was taken by surprise. "Before? Where are they now?"

"They all left.... well, it's all my fault regardless, so there's no one to blame," he says, leaning against the wall.

Yuuta noticed the melancholy tone in his voice for the very first time. When Gojo pulled out his phone to contact Ijichi, he spotted a ring hanging like an ornament on his sensei's phone. He noted something etched on the ring, and it contained the insignia of some clan.

Moon

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He breathed out a sigh of exhaustion.

As he slumps down the sofa, his forearms cover his eyes. This house used to be so loud and alive, but now you can hear the ticking sound of the clock.

Everything in his heart, soul, and thoughts was in disarray. And it appears that everything is bothering him. His mind seems to be clouded with darkness, preventing light from passing through.

He felt like he was in the back of the beyond on the night he used to love so much. Even the moon who gave him peace, took a piece of his soul and brought it with her to the skies he will never reach.

Gojo Satoru.

The strongest

And the one who stands on the path alone.

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