⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2005 )
Love is a beautiful illusion. Beneath the flushing cheeks is a series of complex chemical reactions. Skin receptors transmit sensory information to the brain, neurons fire to the release of dopamine and oxytocin. Dilating pupils and palpitating pulse. Arousal is simply a cocktail of hormones injected into the bloodstream and attachment is the aftereffect of increasing tolerance to the release of pleasure stimulants.
Romance has never been a part of their vocabulary. They are simply idiots attracted to one another, in that inexplicable way as two intersecting lines would collide at a single point of meeting. Across space, across time, amidst unpredictable paths—the universe would always conspire to connect them together.
The dazzling blue sky darkens to a grey haze as the first splatter of rain strikes the pavement, staining the asphalt and gravel beneath her feet. Droplets slide down her skin, damping her hair and clothes as the humidity rises. She remembers the summer rain that lasted the entire week, the slight chill in the air penetrating her new school uniform. And the warmth of his hand clasped around hers, heart throbbing in the base of her throat.
Like Newton's first law, he is an external force that propels her from a state of rest. Sapphire eyes glancing over a shoulder as he pulls her across the compound. "Run, Kurosawa!" he shouts enthusiastically.
Puddles splash beneath their shoes as the deluge chases after them. They run the shortest path towards the nearest shelter within the main school building. Panting and dripping wet as they push the door open, crashing ankles against the benches and causing the cleaning tools to clatter noisily onto the floor. The silence that follows their chaotic entrance is punctuated by their heavy breaths as they recline against the wall.
Her hair and clothes stick to her skin like plaster, water trickles down her arms and legs. Sayuri turns to him, noticing the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders and rippling abdomen. It should be a violation of decency to be as blindingly beautiful as stardust. With her hand still clasped in his, she feels safe and comforted. A haven from the storm, between the darkness and the ghost lights.
