"What's the matter?" I asked noticing Y/n freeze. She didn't respond. I peeked over her shoulder to see why she froze at the sight in front of her.
Blood. Blood and whatever remained of her family. However, I noticed her eyes locked onto something as I casted my gaze there.
"Mother..." Her voice seemed stuck in her throat. I couldn't blame her. In front of her laid her mother's decapitated head, and a curse munching on what seemed to remain of her father and siblings. The sight made me feel sick.
My arms wrapped protectively around her, as if I was trying to shield her from all the pain of the situation. Her body was tense, as I could feel her shaking in my grasp. I didn't know how to console her. All I could do was hold her, hoping my touch acted in a way to calm her down.
However, my gaze casted upwards as the curse noticed us and tried attacking but same as earlier, it froze, slightly rising as it exploded.
I felt Y/n walk out of my grasp as she knelt down, fully processing the sight in front of her. I couldn't tell what she was feeling. Her face remained neutral, but the atmosphere was thick with tension to the point where I could cut it with a knife.
(Y/n's POV)
The sight in front of me, made me feel absolute dread, my mind still processing and taking in what happened around me.
I knelt down, as I felt my eyes well up with tears. I wasn't one to cry in front of others. But given the situation, warm tears poured down my face, as at this point, I felt helpless about the situation.
Once more, I felt Gojo wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, as he gently wiped my tears. His tone was not the prideful and arrogant as the man I knew, instead his voice was laced with sympathy and if I wasn't this close to him, I wouldn't have been able to hear what he said due to how soft he spoke. "I don't know how to properly console you in this situation, I don't know what to say or how to act. All I'm hoping is that my touch can give you some sense of safety and help calm you down. But if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here. I can't judge you because I don't understand how you feel or what you're going through. Just know I'm here for you." With those last words, his grip tightened on me.
However, something caught my attention. I wiped my tears to confirm what I was seeing. Footprints. "Is that bloody footprints?" I spoke, moving away from Gojo, to take a better look. "It can't have been mine or your footprints. We stopped at the door. No one in my household has shoes like that. Someone was in here. Someone watched this play out. This was planned. Someone killed my family and perfectly planned and executed the assassination." I saw Gojo pause at those last few words.
