Unrequited

Ch. 22 - Matching Wounds

"I'd call this a walk of shame, but you look too happy!" Satoru chuckled as he watched you enter his flat the next morning in the same clothes you wore the day before (though they had been fully laundered thanks to Kento's attention). "I was wondering where you went last night."

"Oh hush," your face turned pink as you dismissed his teasing and headed straight for your bedroom. 

You closed the door behind you and fell back on your mattress in a dream-like state. It felt as though the dark times were behind you, nothing but blue skies ahead. Still tired from the night before, you allowed yourself to fall into a bit of a nap - dreaming only of the night before, living it all over again with hope of more to come. 

"Hey, Y/N," Satoru leaned on the doorway of your room. He had opened the door without permission. Brothers. 

"Hey," you groggily sat up, now awake from your nap.

"I wanted to say...just because you're free from Naoya marriage-wise, doesn't mean you're completely free of him. Just make sure you're still being careful." He said calmly with a neutral expression. "Oh! I also made some lunch...if ya' want some!" He smiled happily before dismissing himself.

"Right," you stretched back out on your mattress, flexing all of your muscles to get out their sleepiness. 
Truthfully, Naoya had left your mind completely - but you figured Satoru was right to an extent. He was a brat that hated losing. 

You thought about Kento. He was supposed to be working on that mission with Yuji again, this time actually following a lead on Junpei as well as the strange cursed spirit culprit. You remembered what happened to those victims at the theater and began to slightly worry. Satoru reassured you of Kento's capabilities as a grade one sorcerer but you couldn't help yourself. It was exactly what Kento didn't want you to do, exactly why he had tried to be so careful in the first place. 

After sharing a light lunch with Satoru, the two of you headed to campus. He had some preparing to do regarding the exchange event while you simply just wanted to continue practicing your skills. They had grown just a bit rusty considering their lack of use. 
While it was cool to have an ability, a powerful one at that, you ultimately didn't care either way seeing as you just about never used it. 

"Hello," a sinisterly cheery voice piped up from behind you. You were in the middle of a stance, developing your motions through meditation. 

"Naoya," you gasped without needing to turn around. Just as Satoru had described, in the blink of an eye he was in front of you. "What do you want?" You asked, still in the stance - frozen in place thanks to the fear of his unknown motives.

"Are you enjoying your little...vacation?" He grinned and cocked his head to the side. 

This question was clearly a distraction. As you were about to turn on your infinity, Naoya touched you with a single finger tip - slowing your reaction time, at least from his perspective of twenty-four frames. In nearly an instant, a sharp sting followed by warm flow coursed from your lower abdomen as you recouped from his jujutsu. 

"Because that vacation...is over," he lifted his tanto knife to his lips and devilishly licked the blade before shoving it back in his robes. 

Your body was still frozen in shock from being stabbed. He had deliberately stabbed your lower abdomen, the weapon going all the way in - as far as it could until your flesh had hit the handle. Once your body was able to move, you instantly fell to your knees and applied heavy pressure as heavy droplets of blood fell to the dirt. 

"If you can't give me children, you won't give anyone children," he explained. "I'm being gracious by the way. I originally thought, 'well, if I can't have you then no one can' but that'd be a bit obsessive and I'm not obsessed with you and so I've decided to let you live, for now."