Cursed Bloodlines: Y/N's Legacy [ Season 1 ]

Episode XIV: From Slumber to Love

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Dear Diary,

Today was weird. I felt...off. [Sketch of a puzzled face with raised eyebrows] As I sat on my balcony, basking in the warm sunlight and gentle breeze, an unsettling sense of unease crept in (a tiny crack in my confidence). The Shibuya incident still lingered, and the Culling Game's eerie silence had me questioning my preparedness (a faint whisper of doubt).

I've always thought I was prepared, being Kibuyuki's vessel and all [Confident scribble with stars]. But what if I'm not? What if Kenjaku's plan worked? [Sketch of a worried face with furrowed brows] Katherine's alliance with Kenjaku doesn't help [Doodle of a snake wrapped around a question mark]. My Shadow Demon Crow's intel hinted at a more complex web of alliances than I'd initially thought.

I tried to shake off the doubts, focusing on my strengths (a surge of determination). Yuta will kill Kenjaku, just as he had before. Satoru will face Sukuna, and I would intervene, ensuring Sukuna's defeat. But what if I fail? [Sketch of a fearful face with tears] What if I couldn't save Tsumiki, Geto, and Satoru? The thought sent a chill down my spine.

For the first time, I wondered if I was truly ready. Today, I'll reveal the truth to everyone [Sketch of a determined face with a resolute expression]. No more lies, no more deception. But what if my honesty puts them in greater danger? [Doodle of a worried heart] I'm scared [Small, shaky scribble].

As I close this diary, I'm met with uncertainty (a hesitancy I've never felt before). Can I really alter fate? Can I truly win? For the first time, I'm not entirely sure.

Y/N [Sketch of a small, determined fist]

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As I stepped out of my cozy bedroom, the warm sunlight wrapped me in its soothing embrace. I took a deep breath, feeling the softness of my school uniform against my skin, and stepped into the hallway. That's when I saw him – Yuji, leaning against the wall with an endearing smile, his pink hair perfectly messy.

"Good morning, beautiful," Yuji said softly, his voice a melodic whisper. His hand brushed against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

I instinctively met his gaze, but the intensity of his golden-brown eyes made me shy away, my eyelashes fluttering downward. Yuji's fingers, however, gently guided my chin upward, his touch imbued with a quiet understanding.

"You seem troubled," he observed, his eyes sparkling with kindness. "What's been weighing on your mind?"

My lips parted, and the truth spilled out in a whispered confession. "I've been hiding so much. My life has always been complicated... sometimes I don't even understand myself."

Yuji's expression remained calm, unwavering. "What makes you feel that way?" he asked, his voice gentle as a summer breeze.