Your father, mother and grandfather had quickly ushered you into the black vehicle parked outside the front of your home. You didn't recognise the car, it definitely wasn't one of your families. You clung to your mother's arm as she slid into the seat next to you. It was unusual for you to be so attached to her, she was never around. You'd gotten used to the ever changing list of nannies that dressed you, fed you and taught you. The only real time you ever spent with any family was Jujutsu training with your grandfather.
The drive wasn't a long one, maybe fifteen minutes tops. You spent the journey counting the illuminated street lamps, it was evening so the delicate glow of amber lights reminded you of the pixies you'd read about in fairytales. Your daydreaming was disturbed by the abrupt halt of the car.
You'd arrived.
The cold evening air sent goosebumps rippling across your body, you hugged your arms around your chest defensively. The minka in front of you was just as intimidating as your own. The wooden beams on the outside were stained a deep maroon with a giant wooden veranda encompassing the entire property. The faint sound of bamboo windchimes could be heard in the breeze alongside the gentle trickle of water.. there must of been a stream near by.
The front door of the minka opened before your family had made it up the pathway, flooding the front yard with light. You raised your arm abruptly, shielding your eyes whilst trying to take a look at the stranger.
"Ahhh Master Tatsuya, welcome! And your wonderful family, please come in".
The man at the front door was tall and slim, his hair icy white and his eyes the most entrancing shade of cerulean you'd ever seen. He wore a navy velvet kimono with a black satin tie at the waist.
All you could think about was one thing. This man looked like your family. This man looked just like how you imagined Rin to look from your mother's stories.
You followed your mother into the house, finding yourself clinging to her side for the second time that day. The home was absolutely spotless, every item of furniture had been placed meticulously and had it's purpose. You entered the main living area where the strange man offered you all a seat on the couch.
"So.. this is the famous Y/n Tatsuya?" He beamed at you with a beautiful smile. "Well my name is Haru Gojo" he held his hand out to you. You glanced to your mother nervously, she nodded in approval so you took his hand in yours and shook in gently. "Miss y/n you have quite the reputation. Not only are you the first born female with a dragon, but you have three. Isn't that right?"
You smiled eagerly at the mention of your dragons. "Yes! Cyrax, Caraxes and Catos. My parents thought I was going to be a boy because girls never get dragons! But I got three and.." Haru chuckled at the passion exuding from you. "Y/n.. that's enough now" your mother muttered in hushed tones. You trailed off and bowed your head down apologetically. "Sorry Gojo-san". He held his hands up "No no, you have nothing to apologise for"
Just as Haru Gojo finished his sentence, a petite blonde woman entered the room with a boy to her side. Haru turned to face the pair and beckoned them over. The woman, who you automatically assumed was the boys mother looked much more normal than the rest of the household. Her hair was fair but no where near as brilliant ivory as Haru or the young boys. Her face was soft and round, she radiated an auror of kindness.
The boy sat beside his father, you looked back and forth between the two, they were exact doubles of eachother. The youngster stared at you intently, his eyes narrowing and his mouth unmoving. Those eyes though, like nothing you'd ever seen before.
"Y/n, I'd like you to meet Satoru Gojo"
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