▄︻デ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 | ᴳᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

[04] | HIDDEN

[A Z U M I ] | P A S T

"You seem to love puppets, Azumi-chan~" Gojo's voice brought me back to reality as I was taken to my daydreaming of moving my puppets. 

I was spending my usual day making puppets and playing with my butterflies as my legs cramped up in staying in this position for such a long time. 

Gojo-san was just staring at me intently while his back is sprawled on the tatami as I sit in a perfect seiza position. The way we held ourselves in our seats could already be identified on the positions we both have in life.

With a wide grin, he began telling me about his day and how 'boring' it was being stuck in one position while reading textbooks or sometimes doing sorcery lessons even though he was advanced. As usual, he drops the formality and freely exposes himself in nonchalance and casualness. 

I met his eyes once again, eyes given by the heavens to the god here laying beside me. I should feel honored he even considers my worth as he talks to me about his day and thoughts, but my hand gripped my kimono, as a hidden fire in my chest ignites. 

What is this feeling? 

The feeling of wanting to experience what he has, by killing or taking, the burning fire in my chest that wants to burn him because of what he experiences that he complains about but little did he know how lucky and blessed he was.  

Gojo-san kept his promise of keeping me safe, but where was the freedom I wonder. He looks good in the school uniform he always loathed, as I always loved and hoped to wear it. He always complains about school, as I enjoy hearing what he does in school. He always hates the heat outside, as I imagine how the sunlight would feel like outside this manor, will the color or the sky change?

And yet it was all hidden in the depths of my curse, and I continued to strum his white locks as if it were a puppet's string. I kept it all hidden.

A good wife remains at the side, while her husband will return. 

But what if he never returned? 

A dark thought clouded my mind. It was not impossible. Gojo-san is a handsome young man, soon he would truly grow into a fine and gorgeous individual, surely there will be countless of women waiting in line for him. 

No one would know he had a wife behind the closed doors. 

A woman who could stand beside him, a woman who could actually look at him in the eye, a kind, beautiful, yet free woman. 

He would reach the age of being able to join the Jujutsu Society soon. And I would soon reach the age that I would be required to birth him a strong heir to inherit the techniques of both our clans. 

As I listened to his stories, all I answered was; "Just endure it for a little while, Gojo-san." Oh, hypocrisy in your words Azumi. Those were meant for you. 

How much can you hold on before those hidden flames finally exploded?

I envied you Gojo Satoru. Not because I could never experience what you can, but because I can never be like you. 

Are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest, or are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru. 

Perhaps... If I were born a man. No. If I were born You, then my life wouldn't be a silly laughable pathetic story, it would be a heroic and a possibility like you. 

In the end, only those with powers could make their wishes on resetting this world come true.

I gritted my teeth as my hair shadowed my face. 大嫌い, Daikirai. 

Those curses remained hidden in my heart. For he was a blessing who gave me a heart. 

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