[COMPLETED] When YN was a teenager, she saved a mother and an infant from a car fire using her cursed technique, which allows her to seize one's body in order to render them immunity for a short period of time. As a result, she absorbs damage to her...
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part 7 —- memories
The next two months that pass become a blur for YN, busy with helping her mother recover from surgery and then eventually returning to work. She likes the sense of normal that the days have been bringing her. Nothing is out of the ordinary, her mother is almost back to her old-self (although a lot more healthier as she no longer binge-drinks) and her missions have been long enough to make time fly.
She wakes up, goes to work, comes home before dinner, makes herself something to eat, and then goes straight to bed. If she happens to have a day free, she spends it with her mother.
She rarely sees Gojo anymore and if she does, it's at the school as they pass each other in the hallway. Every time she sees him, she notices a change in her heart rate and her breathing. There's a glow around him, not because he is a god, but rather a spotlight created by her own brain. She knows that she misses his company, but she doesn't allow herself to think about it too much.
It's a clear, sunny morning and YN is in her quaint little house, sorting through boxes of her mother's 'hoardered' possessions to decide which ones are worth keeping and throwing away.
There's a knock on the door.
"Just the minute!" she calls out as she pushes a couple of boxes to the side and wipes her dusty hands together. She expects it to be a delivery, opening without hesitation, and she most certainly didn't expect Gojo Satoru to be standing in front of her.
"Bad timing?" Gojo asks with a playful grin, his hand reaching to the back of his neck.
YN realises that she must look as if she has seen a ghost. "No, not at all." she quickly says, pulling the door open in an inviting way. "The place is a mess though. What are you doing here? Did something happen?"
Gojo hasn't been over to her house in years. The last time he was, it was with Suguru and Ieri, and they were having a 'game night' in an attempt to unwind after a gruelling mission. The place hasn't changed much since then.
Gojo steps in, his hands in his pockets now as he looks around, memories flooding his mind.
"No, I just wanted to check up on you since we haven't talked in a while. How's okaasan?"
"She's good. A lot better. Did you want something to drink? I'm about to make some tea."
Gojo turns to look at her, noticing that the way she is behaving is a lot different. She seems a lot more vibrant and expressive.
"Sure, tea's good. What's with the boxes?"
He's now facing the enormous pile of brown boxes that have invaded her dining table. From where she stands by the kettle, she waves her hand in the air.