the sun in the sky | gojo satoru ✔

unexpected behavior

They had a strange dynamic.

If Hina could describe it, it would be unthinkable. Ludicrous. She was, as always, still on edge.

But she could feel it. They had become closer. Turns out sharing your feelings at a clan heir who inherited both the Six Eyes and Limitless after a hundred years can earn you something quite peculiar.

Hina was not sure what to call it. She just knew that the two of them—two polar opposites—had become closer.

What she did know, is that she liked being around him.

It wasn't just a safe-haven anymore, nor a safe-zone. She enjoyed being around him and being in his room out of pure genuine.

Gojo Satoru made her feel warm.

Gojo Satoru also did the most unexpected things.

"Hina. Come here." He said one day, eyes gleaming brightly.

She blinked. "Eh?"

"Come here. I'll read to you."

Her brain stopped working for a millisecond. And when it started again, she panicked. "No, no! You mustn't, Young master!" She waved her hands dismissively at the offer.

He seemed unbothered. "Why?"

"Because, it—" She swallowed, scrambling for an explanation. "Because it would be completely out- outrageous for you do to something like that, for-for someone like me!"

He simply shook his head. "No. Now come here."

"Y-Young master!"

"This book is sappy and annoying." He said, in a rather straight and leveled tone. He held the book, the same book that she had seen since her first day of serving him. It has been months ago. Does it take long to read a book? She wouldn't know. But he would. "It's a torturous, laughable book that I refuse to suffer through alone. So you will suffer with me."

"H-Huh?"

He looked ticked off. "Is it in your best interests to annoy me as well?"

She panicked even more. "No, of course not, Young master! But this is—"

"Enough," He cut her off. "Hina. Come here."

She stared, a complete and utter loss for words.

"Of-Of course, Young master."

And so, he read to her. Hina sat by his side, the new perspective unusual to her. She did not understand much, as he began in the middle. She figured that one was to start a book in the beginning, yet she did not object. But she admired the use of words in a book, she admired the way the writer used words in order to describe something. It was different from regular speaking.

But most of all, she found it calming, listening to the Young master's voice as the words drifted out his lips. A melody, yet it was not. Not even close to one.

She observed the letters painted in black, in a row like a ladder, or a vine. It was dizzying, looking at a bunch of black-crossed lines.

She looked away, instead observing the boy next to her. A refined jawline that glowed because of the afternoon sunlight, pale skin, hair white as snow—

He was quite beautiful.

She didn't understand it before, when she heard other maids gossiping about his looks. 'Handsome' they said. 'Charming', and 'beautiful'. His eyes, of course, were beautiful—she had came to that conclusion the night with the small candlelight. But Hina never had time to think about such matters for long.