Satoru Gojo and Y/n have been married for four years. Both of them are busy sorcerers with hectic schedules, so they rarely spend time together, go on dates, or even meet each other at their own apartment because both of them rarely come home due to...
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Sitting down on the dark green couch, the dim lighting in the room cast shadows, creating a solemn atmosphere. The subtle hum of an antique lamp added a touch of eeriness to the air as Y/n and Satoru exchanged glances, their concern palpable.
"What's with the two of you? Someone died or somethin'?" the white-haired man asked playfully as he draped his lanky arm on the couch, attempting to lighten the heavy mood. His wife nudged him with her elbow in response.
Gakuganji and Yaga shared a glance before Yaga pulled out an envelope and placed it on the antique table in front of them. Y/n looked at them, a mixture of confusion and apprehension in her eyes, as she slowly took the envelope into her hands. She glanced at her husband beside her, searching for reassurance.
Opening the envelope, she slid the contents out, her eyes widening at the disturbing images revealed. Captured pictures of her and her husband together were meticulously glued to a wall, capturing moments from their wedding to more recent times. Three additional photos slid out, depicting recent moments, each one intensifying the sense of intrusion.
"What the hell is this?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at the two older men seated across from them.
The snow-haired man took the pictures from his wife's hand, his eyes widening at the revelation. "Well, that's creepy," he mumbled, a shiver running down his spine.
"One of the Grade 1 sorcerers encountered an unknown attack yesterday during a mission in Ginza. He chased the attacker to an apartment hideout, but the assailant was nowhere to be found," Yaga explained, crossing his arms. The room seemed to grow colder as he continued, "He called for inspectors and backup... They found hundreds of pictures of both of you glued to a wall. The school's inspectors concluded that the perpetrator has been collecting pictures of both of you since your wedding till yesterday."
Y/n's mind raced as she tried to comprehend the invasion of her privacy, her husband's past coming back to haunt them in the form of a disturbing collection. The air in the room grew tense as the weight of the situation settled in.
"Did they find out why the creep has been collecting pictures of us?" Satoru asked, his tone serious, the playful demeanor now replaced by a focused intensity.
"With 'x' marks written on the pictures of both of you, they concluded that the perpetrator wants to kill both of you, and that was the only evidence, so we don't know why... yet," Gakuganji stated, the gravity of the situation reflected in his stern expression.
Satoru scoffed mockingly, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. His wife glanced at him in confusion, uncertainty clouding her features.
"Like that creep can even lay a finger on ME..." he laughed mockingly, a facade of confidence failing to fully conceal the concern in his eyes.
The two old men exchanged incredulous glances, their unspoken worry mirrored in the eyes of the woman seated across from them.
"I'll look into this tomorrow," Y/n declared seriously, standing up as she walked out of the room, her footsteps echoing in the corridor. The three men followed her until she disappeared from sight.
"I still don't get why Y/n chose to marry someone like you, Gojo Satoru," Gakuganji stated bluntly, a hint of concern underlying his words.
"Tch... Watch your mouth, old man," he retorted, narrowing his glare at the older man, standing up as he left the room. The heavy silence lingered, foreshadowing the challenges that awaited them in the unraveling mystery.
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