[Setting in year 2010, Post Star Plasma Vessel and Pre-Canon]
«I'm Aoi. Aoi Fujikawa. Aoi like Hollyhock, not the color Blue. Yeah, I know-nobody ever gets it right the first time.»
A simple life as an art student in Tokyo was all Aoi ever wanted. S...
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Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours. Not that I was counting.
Aoi sat with her back pressed against the shimmering barrier, her knees were drawn to her chest, arms looped around them as she glared at the ceiling like it had personally wronged her. She felt like a caged animal, pacing the same small space until every inch of the room was burned into her memory. The faint hum of the barrier was a constant reminder that, for all her willpower and determination, she was utterly stuck. She could measure the time not in days, but in the growing intensity of her frustration-and the distinct urge to strangle one Satoru Gojo.
Outside the barrier, Shoko Ieiri leaned casually against the wall, a cigarette perched between her fingers, though she wasn't smoking it. She'd come by under the guise of dropping off food-again-but instead of leaving like a sensible person, she'd decided to stay and poke the metaphorical bear. Aoi suspected Shoko's moral alignment wasn't quite lawful good.
«Two weeks,» Aoi muttered, glaring at the barrier as if it were a sentient being. «Two weeks of solitary confinement, Shoko. I'm practically rotting in here. Can you smell the despair? I can smell the despair. It smells like cheap instant noodles and betrayal.»
Shoko, lounging lazily on a folding chair outside the barrier, exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged. «You're being dramatic. Betrayal smells worse, more like KFC.»
«I swear,» Aoi began, her voice sharp, cutting through the quiet room, «when I get my hands on that overgrown idiot, I'm going to-»
«What? Punch him in the face?» Shoko interjected, exhaling a lazy puff of smoke. «Pretty sure he'd let you. Probably thinks he deserves it.»
«I'm telling you, he's lost it,» Aoi growled, glaring at the ceiling. «Completely, utterly lost it. Who even does this? Locking someone up like a... like a princess in a tower?» She gestured wildly toward the barrier, her voice dripping with venom. «What, is this supposed to be for my own good? Because I'm not seeing the good part, Shoko. I'm not.»
