絆 | bond | gojo satoru

にじゅうご | twenty five

絆 | kizuna | bond

25

Yuri

I TURNED THE KEY IN THE LOCK, my heart heavy with the weight of the events, and pushed open the front door to my own home. The air inside was still, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had been swirling within me. As I entered, my eyes widened, and my brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief.

A delicious aroma wafted through the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. It was a smell I associated with warmth, home, and safety. But how could that be? This was my home, and I hadn't cooked anything in days.

My curiosity and a touch of apprehension propelled me further inside. I followed the enticing scent like a siren's call, leading me straight to the kitchen. As I approached, I couldn't help but wonder if my eyes were playing tricks on me or if this was some sort of hallucination brought on by the surreal nature of the evening.

And then, I saw him.

Toji, the most dangerous person I had ever encountered, stood at my kitchen counter. He was hunched over, cutting onions with precision, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was a surreal sight, one that left me momentarily speechless.

His usually intense green eyes were watery, and he frantically searched the kitchen for something to shield them. His gaze landed on a drawer, and he rummaged inside, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and placing them on his face.

As I stood there, trying to make sense of the inexplicable, I couldn't help but wonder why a man like this motherfucker, who looked strangely handsome even with tears in his eyes, hadn't sought out a lover or a partner. But then, another thought crossed my mind. Could anyone even tame this beast of a man, who had been a constant whirlwind in my life, leaving chaos and passion in his wake?

I slipped into one of the chairs at the small dining table, trying to keep a low profile, my eyes still fixed on Toji as he worked diligently in the kitchen. It was a sight I had never witnessed before during our time together, which spanned over three long years. In all that time, Toji had never revealed this side of himself, a side that now seemed strangely paternal and nurturing.

As I watched him move with a professional grace I had never imagined, I couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this change. Cooking had always been my domain, a task I had shouldered without complaint. Toji's culinary skills were a mystery to me, and I couldn't fathom why he had chosen this moment to reveal them.

I stole another glance back at Toji, who was fully engrossed in his culinary endeavor. It was a sight I had never witnessed before, a side of him I didn't even know existed.

For over three years, I had lived with this enigmatic man, existing under his watchful eye and unpredictable temper. In all that time, he had never shown a fatherly side, let alone cooked a meal. Back then, it had always been me who prepared our food, and occasionally, he would bring home takeout. But this, this was entirely unexpected.

As I watched him move with precision and skill, deftly slicing vegetables as though he had been a chef in another life, a wave of both disbelief and intrigue washed over me. What was he making? The tantalizing aroma that filled the kitchen suggested it would be something truly special.