A Sorcery with a hidden heart
Shirazaki Naitoberu is a formidable sorcerer, her skills honed in the crucible of perilous battles. But amidst the chaos and jujutsu, a secret burns brighter than any cursed energy: her love for the legendary Gojo Sator...
A/N: I wanted to post this chapter on 23rd September (my birthday) but i missed it. Today is the day Jujutsu Kaisen Manga ended and the love of my life didn't return. I'm unwell, my heart is shattered.
In my world, you are never dead, Satoru. As long as i live, i will never forget you.
I hope this chapter makes you feel a little better. Happy Reading
Gojo's Perspective:
Its Halloween. The festival lights shimmer, casting an almost romantic glow. Catching Shirazaki's gaze across the crowded street, a flicker of hope ignites within me. Then, Kugisaki's boisterous laughter breaks the spell. Shirazaki's smile is for her, not me. The familiar ache settles in my chest. Maybe I'm just misinterpreting things. Maybe she just sees me as a goofy teacher, not a potential... something more. Damn it, Gojo. You're the strongest sorcerer alive, and you can't even decipher a simple look? Maybe she's just good at hiding her feelings. Or maybe, just maybe, there's nothing there to decipher.
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Shirazaki pushes herself during training, her movements sharp and precise. A part of me admires her dedication, another part aches with a different kind of longing. As she stumbles from a well-placed kick, concern flashes across my face. But before I can reach her, Maki steps in, a smug grin on her face. Shirazaki glances at me, but there's no flicker of gratitude, no lingering touch. Just... professionalism. Maybe I'm just projecting my own desires onto her. Ugh, what am I even thinking? She's hurt from her past, I'm the strongest one, her colleague. A line that can't be crossed. Still, the way she focuses on me during sparring, the intensity in her eyes... is that just the competitive spirit, or something more? Maybe I should keep things strictly professional.
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The principal's pleas for an empathetic protector tug at me. Nanami, with his calm demeanour and experience with teenagers, seems like the perfect fit. Shirazaki shoots me a disappointed look, a flicker of something... longing? In her eyes. I quickly dismiss it. This isn't about personal preferences; it's about choosing the right person for the job. Maybe I should have considered Shirazaki for the mission. Her past experiences dealing with loss could have been helpful. But then again, would I have put her in a situation that might trigger those memories? Ugh, this whole thing is a mess. Maybe it's better to keep things professional and avoid unnecessary complications.
