the sun in the sky | gojo satoru ✔

a treat for one

The cook of the Gojo Family Estate made the squishy snack everyday. So the young girl stole some for the Young master everyday.

There were loads of it in the fridge, and the young girl couldn't help but ponder—was the cook really making all this for herself? Or for others? Who were those others?

The thought caused chills to run down her spine.

But, the young girl thought, She would barely notice if only a few were gone. She had plenty. The young girl grabbed three pieces of the squishy substances, placing them onto a plate.

This routine was torturous. Though she was only able to steal some for the Young master's breakfast, the risk was still demandingly high.

She knew that at any moment, she could get caught.

And getting caught would mean getting punished.

She did not want to be punished.

But she always thought about the Young master. Ever since the first time she brought him the delicious edible, his room felt like the most safest place in the estate that she could access, other than the room she shared with the other maids.

But also—a part of her realized that Gojo Satoru, wielder of the Six Eyes and Limitless, was perhaps approachable, to say the least.

Instead of completely fearing his presence in which forced her to respect him, she actually did start to respect him. Out of pure genuine .

"I found out what these things are called," He spoke after swallowing down the delicious edible. The young girl's eyes flickered up to him, blinking in curiosity.

She could look at him now.

Nervously, her lips parted. "M-May I ask, Young master, what it is?"

He sipped his tea, placing it down afterwards. "It's called mochi. Apparently my mother is quiet fond of it."

The young girl's blood ran cold.

The Madame of the family was fond of the snack.

Had she—Had she been stealing food meant for the Madame of the family?

She squeezed her hands together until they turned white. Could she—could she still do this?

She had gone too far.

But she couldn't take it back either.

"Ah," She tried to shake off her worry. "I-I see." It wouldn't shake off. "It's called mochi."

She had once eaten a mochi meant for the Madame, mother of the Heir.

Her lips shook.

Just as she thought something was good, something bad, really, really bad, had to occur as well.

But that's what it meant, living your life in fear.

You are never safe.

You would be foolish enough to think the opposite.