𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 [JJK x Haikyuu]

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The room was dimly lit, the only light was coming from a flickering candle on the low table beside Geto. Shadows danced on the walls, stretching and warping with each tremor of the flame.

The air was thick with the scent of incense, a cloying, almost suffocating sweetness that clung to everything it touched.

He sat cross-legged on a worn mat, his posture rigid despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. The room around him was sparse, almost ascetic in its simplicity.

The wooden floorboards were bare, save for the scattered papers and scrolls that lay discarded in haphazard piles—notes and scribblings that had begun to blur together in his fevered mind. The walls, once a comforting shade of warm brown, now felt oppressive, closing in on him as his thoughts spiraled further into darkness.

Geto's gaze was fixed on the candle's flame, his eyes unblinking as he watched it sway and dance. The flame was small, fragile, but in it, he saw something more—something divine. Just like her. [Name] was his light, the beacon in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

But as the flame flickered, so too did his grip on reality. The line between devotion and madness blurred, and in the dim glow of the candle, Geto could feel himself slipping.

The room's silence was deafening, pressing down on him, amplifying the whispers in his mind. They spoke of her, of [Name], of her beauty, her power, her divinity.

The words were seductive, comforting even, promising him a purpose, a way to fill the void that had grown within him. He could see her in his mind's eye, bathed in a soft, ethereal light, her presence so overwhelming that it made his heart ache.

His surroundings seemed to pulse with his thoughts, the flickering shadows on the walls morphing into figures, followers bowing in reverence to their goddess.

He could almost hear their chants, low and reverent, a chorus of voices rising in worship of [Name]. The idea took hold of him, dug its claws into his soul, and wouldn't let go. He needed to make it real. He needed others to see what he saw, to worship her as he did.