(Gojo x oc x toxic Geto)
Kintsugi: the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending it with lacquer and dusted gold. The flaw is seen as beautiful instead of something to be ashamed of.
"I just miss my mom." Those were the last words ever s...
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I nervously run my fingers along the yellow silk of the kimono my mother gifted me...before disappearing into the night. My younger brother tugs on the sleeve of my kimono, "Takara...are you really going to give a speech at dad's funeral? Even after..."
I take his hand and gently hold it in mine, "No, what I'm going to say is for mom and us alone. No one else."
My grandmother glances at me, "You better not regret what you're about to do."
"I'm not." I look back at her, "I will only speak the truth."
She ruefully smiles, "Good girl."
"Now for a few words from the heir to the Kubo family name, Takara Kubo."
I let go of my brother's small hand and look straight ahead. I only need to say one thing, just one. I'm facing a room of mostly imperfect strangers. Fear crawls up my spine with its cold touch. I suck in some air, "I just miss my mom." My voice cracks; people start looking around murmuring amongst themselves. I silence them with a single flick of my wrist and the monster's picture goes up in flames. There are gasps and someone even screams, but all I can do is stare straight ahead.
🧿 Gojo 🧿
I watch in awe of the flames as they devour the memorial for the little arsonist's father. Seeing a little girl lighting her dead father's memorial was the very last thing I thought I would see at a bougie funeral service. She looks straight ahead without any fear or emotion. Her golden eyes are numb. The grandmother attempts to lead her heir away, but her cold empty gaze would remain ahead, totally unbothered.
My heart tightens in my chest and I shudder in awe of her indifferent beauty. Is this...love?
"You see that girl?" My friend, Suguru asks me.
I glance back at my dark haired friend, "Yeah...she's beautiful."
He grimaces, "She's my fiancé."
My heart drops from my chest, "Oh...is she?"
He looks directly at her with strange admiration, "Yes, she is quite beautiful."
I look back at you and watch as your aunt slaps you across your small face. Still your gaze is empty gold.
