"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✎⋆｡°✩₊˚⋆✎°｡⋆
The months passed.
Chihiro was getting used to it.
To Naoya. To his sharp gaze, his drawling voice, his cruelty that, sometimes, when she was with him, felt a little less cutting. She wasn't naive. He despised her, as he despised all women. But she was different. Not because she was precious—she knew she wasn't—but because she was tolerable.
She was silent. She was docile. She was there.
So Naoya kept her close.
Their routine had settled in naturally. Always in his room, away from prying eyes. The other women of the clan never questioned it. They had no objections to a mute keeping the future head of the Zenin clan company. Mutes cannot seduce. Mutes cannot scheme.
And Naoya found peace in her presence.
He taught her how to play checkers.
It was a child's game. Simple enough for the Mute to understand.
He arranged the pieces on the board, explained the rules in a lazy tone, and let her play.
At first, Chihiro understood nothing. She lost every single time. Her movements were hesitant, her choices naive. Naoya didn't go easy on her. Stupidity does not deserve mercy.
