"What is it that you want?"
Because that was what this was about wasn't it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.
"I'm going to recommend...
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Being half dragged in tabi was actually a lot easier than you'd think, especially on smooth wooden floors— but it also meant you were at risk of falling onto your face at any given second.
Gojo moved easily through the halls, navigating the twists and turns as only one who grew up within the house could do.
"Where—"
He forced open a sliding door so hard it nearly pulled off its slot, tugging you in and crowding you against the nearest solid wall.
"I wanna do something stupid." Gojo said, voice lower but somehow still excited. Ecstatic.
"I mean—given my own track record tonight I think that is only fair." You disguised the tremor in your voice, staring up at the impossible blue of his eyes, no longer sleepy or bored in their open, intense stare, "How stupid?"
"All the way stupid."
It was a short trip for your eyes to fall from his down to his lips, parted, panting with adrenaline. He was high off of it. The conflict, the drama. The rebellion. And in his eyes was something else, something you couldn't quite place and yet made you feel as if you were stripped bare. Raw. The white strand of your hair loose and wild and sticking to the sweat on your face. A flaw, a single imperfection that had marred the image of what they wanted you to be.
"Okay." You said, feeling like your lungs would burst apart into a thousand butterflies.
"Okay?"
"Yes."
"Great." Gojo said, his smile dark— sinister. Dangerous, "Follow me."
And then he was gone. His heat, his scent— spicy and masculine and going straight to your head only moments ago. Your lips parted, ached with the loss of what they had begun to picture in your mind. What was going on with you? Did you really just agree to— no. You were not even going to give that thought the legitimacy of being thought twice.
You moved to follow Gojo into the dark only to swear when your knee hit on a box.
"Is this a storage closet?"
"Not just any storage closet." Gojo replied, coming back from the darkness with two slender objects in either hand. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and to register that what he had were in fact two heavy aluminum baseball bats.
He cackled, "Let's play ball."
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You knew the main family compound was home to many shrines and statues, honoring the various members who had come before. But that there was a shrine specifically to the Six Eyes and its holders was not something you were privy to. Said shrine was tucked away off the beaten path, down along a foot trail into a small cluster of trees far from the sight of the main house. It was ostentatious and ugly— a coiled dragon with bright aquamarine eyes, holding unto a bronze plated slab that bore the names of all who held the Six Eyes, ending with one you recognized. GOJO SATORU.
