Shattered Reflections (Twisted Wonderland x Gojo Reader)

The Usurper from the Wilds - A Perplexing Raw Deal

As (y/n) prepared for bed, a cool breeze brushed past her, making her pause. 'Did I leave the window open tonight?' she wondered, but soon the gentle lull of sleep pulled her into a dream,\.

She found herself in a strange, picturesque scene: standing on the grassland, surrounded by animals gazing upward with awe. Following their gaze, she spotted a lion and a mandrill approaching the cliff, accompanied by a bird soaring above. A lioness joined the lion's side, and the mandrill held up a tiny lion cub, raising it high as the sunlight shone upon the small creature.

Before she could process more, the vision rippled, and the dream faded.

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Meanwhile, over in Savanaclaw, Leona lay in deep sleep, undisturbed until a sudden sound-like glass shattering-jolted him awake.

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He blinked and found himself not in his dorm, but in a strange room with tatamis and white walls. "Where am I?" He muttered, looking around.

In the center of the room, his gaze landed on a small girl, no older than ten, with striking snow-white hair. She sat gracefully on the floor, meticulously sewing a piece of cloth, her movements slow yet graceful. Intrigued, Leona watched her as she concentrated on her work.

Suddenly, an older woman's sharp voice broke the silence, "Gojo (y/n)". The girl froze, carefully placing her sewing aside before standing and bowing. The elder's eyes held a piercing gaze as she asked, "How long will it take for you to finish one pattern?"

The young (y/n) replied calmly, "I'm sorry, sensei. I'll have it done by midnight." Her voice was respectful, steady.

But her answer only sparked the elder's anger. She crossed the room swiftly and slapped the girl. Leona's eyes widened as the woman spat, "Too slow! To be a perfect wife, you must be efficient! Have this finished by dinner, or else..." her gaze darkened. "You know the punishment"

The young (y/n) bowed deeply, hands trembling as the elder turned and left. Leona frowned, and out of curiosity-and frustration-he followed the elder out, hoping for answers.

Outside, he overhead a whispered conversation between her and other elderly women. "The Six Eyes and Limitless techniques are wasted on her" one woman said.

Another scoffed, "Even if she's exceeded our expectations, it'll never be enough; she's only a girl"

A third woman nodded thoughtfully. "She might serve a weapon alongside Satoru-sama, but she's more than that. She's an asset to ensure the Gojo clan's legacy of Six Eyes and Limitless continues and stays within the clan"

Leona clenched his fists as their words sank in. "She's just a tool to them..." he thought, anger stirring within him. For a brief moment, memories of his own childhood surfaced-the stinging words of servants who never saw him as a potential candidate for the throne, but only as the second prince, inferior to the crown prince.

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Leona jolted awake, his hand gripping his sheets tightly as he stared at the ceiling. An unfamiliar ache settled deep in his chest as he replayed the scene in his mind: the slap, the cold dismissal, the trembling hands of a young girl who deserved better.

"Ridiculous" he muttered, trying to brush off the feeling. But his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl's small, steady hands, stitching away with an intense focus. Her calmness hid an ocean of buried emotions, a restraint he couldn't ignore. The scene stirred memories of his own struggles growing up, feeling unseen and unappreciated no matter how capable he was. For her, though, it seemed even worse: molded not just to be skilled but as a tool for others' purposes, her life stripped of choice.