A very old soul finds herself in an unfamiliar world where she has no idea what's going on but damn it could these people please stop trying to exorcize her?
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December 7th, 2007
Satoru Gojō went to bed early on the 6th. Although tomorrow was his birthday, he had no plans to celebrate it. All of his classmates were on missions, and Satoru wasn't exactly well-liked by the other Sorcerers.
He'd celebrate it alone.
Which was fine. He was used to that.
And then the unexpected happened.
Satoru awoke in the middle of the night to a familiar presence. There was a warmth beside him in bed, a sudden shift in weight as someone had laid down beside him. He turned his head, already smiling upon feeling her. It was dark—Close to midnight, perhaps?—with moonlight pouring in from his bedroom window.
"Hello," he said, his voice husky from grogginess. He didn't try to hide his smile. He didn't expect her to visit him so soon.
Did she miss me?
Wouldn't that be delightful?
"You're taking too long to find me," she said, red eyes dancing with affection.
She missed me! HA!
"You're hard to find," he said, grinning. He lifted the covers up and raised an eyebrow as a silent question. She slipped underneath, and he pulled her into an embrace.
Definitely her, he thought. She's warm.
"Did you miss me?" he teased, wondering if she'd make a snide remark or get upset. The girls in his class tended to do that when he teased them.
"Yes," she answered sincerely which pleasantly surprised Satoru. A strong, cute girl who was honest with her feelings? Amazing. 10/10. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
"Forfeiting our game already?" Satoru joked. He hoped so. He sure as hell wouldn't forfeit, and he wanted her in his life. He had so many questions for her. Like, was she behind the France massacre? Why? How could she control time? Where did she normally stay? How strong was she? What else could she do?
Plus, she was hot and clearly into him. He'd have to be exclusively swinging for a different field to not be interested.
Smells like... tea and something floral, he thought. Was it related to where she lived? Did she live near a teashop, maybe? Did she have a garden? She could clearly teleport, but how far?
"No way," she said. "That's no fun. But I decided that I—we—should at least treat ourselves a couple of days in the year, right?"
"A temporary truce?"
"Something like that."
"You being here doesn't count as a victory?" he asked.
"Victory—victory is if you know my name," she said. "Then I'll stay."
