絆 | bond | gojo satoru

ろく | six

絆 | kizuna | bond

06

Yuri

IN THE HIDDEN SANCTUARY WITHIN THE HIYOKU SHRINE, I found solace amidst the quiet serenity that enveloped the secluded space. The air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of nature, a symphony of tranquility that offered respite from the chaos of my thoughts.

"Stupid," I muttered under my breath, my words laced with frustration and resentment. "Stupid high noble family. Stupid expectations. Stupid everyone looking up to me, expecting me to be perfect. All of them, just stupid. Fuck them."

My voice carried the weight of my emotions, each word a release of the pressure that had been building within me. It was a place where I could let go of the façade of the dutiful daughter and reveal the raw edges of my true feelings. In this hidden corner of the shrine, I was free to curse and rage against the burden of my heritage.

As I stood amidst the shadowed embrace of the shrine, I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment. It was as though this secret space had become a vessel for my unfiltered emotions, a canvas upon which I could paint my frustrations in bold strokes.

But my cathartic release was abruptly interrupted by a voice that sent a jolt of surprise through my veins. "It's a bit early in the morning for you to be this grumpy, don't you think?" the voice, nonchalant and laced with amusement, belonged to none other than Satoru.

I turned sharply towards the sound, my heart racing at the unexpected intrusion. There he stood, the enigmatic boy with his trademark sassy grin and carefree demeanor. He leaned casually against a nearby tree, his presence both familiar and unnerving.

"What are you doing here?" I retorted, my voice tinged with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

Satoru shrugged, his lips curling into an irreverent smirk. "Just passing by. Thought I'd see what got you all worked up."

I rolled my eyes, unable to decide whether I was irritated by his nonchalance or secretly relieved by his presence. "Mind your own business," I muttered, crossing my arms in a defensive stance.

Satoru's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon me. He seemed to sense that something was amiss, a deviation from my usual façade of cold indifference.

"Something bothering you?" he asked, his tone surprisingly earnest.

I hesitated for a moment, my guard faltering as the weight of my frustrations threatened to spill forth. "It's just... everything," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Being born into this clan, the expectations, the pressure. It's suffocating."

Satoru approached me, his steps unhurried as he closed the distance between us. He was no longer the sassy and carefree boy I had come to know; his expression held a rare gravity that caught me off guard.

"The blood moon will appear in three days," he remarked, his voice soft yet uncharacteristically serious. "The ceremonial will be held, and I'm sure it's going to be a pain in the neck. But you know what? It'll also be pretty damn cool."