YUTA OKKOTSU X OC
"i love you with all that is left of my heart, yet the face that haunts my nightmares is you"
AMAYA FUSHIGURO didn't ask for much in her life. all she wanted was to protect the ones she holds dear, and she had become a jujutsu sorc...
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sayua iseri hated cliches.
she detested the protagonist who was covered in plot armor, a bad character who turned good because they fell in love, and, especially, the antagonist the reader is supposed to forgive because of their sad background.
maybe because her life was filled with cliches that she hated them.
shika iseri, sayua's mother, was everything but a good parent. even though she was married, shika ended up having sayua, a bastard daughter born from another man's seed.
the girl never knew either of her fathers and she didn't care to. what she did care about as a child was how everyone in that village didn't like her and her mom. shika and sayua's dad got divorced and since most people loved him, she and shika were shunned.
even after they moved to an actual town, shika still didn't bother to take proper care of her daughter. sayua would cry for hours about it, which would only piss off shika.
the woman caved into the world of liquor and cigarettes, drowning herself in the two while sayua made attempts to befriend the kids her age. like in where she resided before, they too wanted nothing to do with her.
they made fun of her house, which was clearly falling apart with each passing day. the outer walls were covered in vines and the yard remained littered with trash.
and the sight was even worse for sayua when she started to see the cursed spirits that lurked in every corner. once she was granted the vision of the supernatural creatures, she was able to see how her home had almost double the number of curses that the rest of her neighborhood did.
she pleaded to shika about moving away, but her mother didn't yield. the constant begging of her child only made her boil in anger if anything.
sayua was six years old when her mother first dared to strike her across the face. even now, as an eighteen year old woman, she could remember the stinging sensation in her cheek. but as the years went by, it was like she became immune to it.
she was immune to how people would bully her for being poor. she was immune to her mother's endless beatings. she was immune to the lingering stares of cursed spirits. she was immune to scoldings from her teachers about her attitude.
sayua thought that she might've been immune to her feelings until the day when she first spilled the blood of a human being. it was also the day she found out what her cursed technique was.
from her imagination, sayua could curse her opponent into a trap of her choosing. if anything, it was ironic because she felt as if her whole life was a trap itself. no matter how much she tried to climb her way out, she was stuck.
