𝕸É𝕽𝕰 || 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

𝕬 𝕭𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

013

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In the dining room the following day, the Tsuji family were to eat breakfast-along with the exception of the Gojo Heir.

A steaming plate was placed on the platter in front of you, but you paid it no mind, instead looking over to your father who sat at the head of the table. "Will Hitomi be joining?"

For a slither of a moment, you saw your father's kind facade slip, and a scowl planted itself on his face. "No. He spoke ill, and as punishment, he will stay in his quarters." He stated, sparing you a fierce look that told you not to press on the matter.

On your hand, you didn't care. "I believe he's learned his lesson. He should join us." You fired back, knowing he wouldn't dare to lecture and berate your disobedience in Satoru's presence-his image mattered too much to him.

"I agree, Mr. Tsuji. Hitomi is just a boy." Satoru stepped in much to your surprise.

"He offended you, young master Satoru -"

"He's just being a kid, I was sort of like that too when I was a boy. Let him join us, I really want to make an attempt at getting to know the little fella."

"Ah... right. Fetch him for me." Your father commanded one of the servants. Of course, he complied, It would be most discourteous of him if he didn't grant a young master with such a high rank his wish.

A fluster of relief washed over you. You honestly doubted they would have fed him otherwise. You spared Satoru a glance, one that held gratitude. Normally, you would have never even thought of yourself doing such a thing as showing gratitude to Satoru, but for Hitomi, you would do the unimaginable.

Satoru drank in your expression with fervor, especially when your face lit up at the sight of Hitomi waltzing in. In his mind, you were almost cute in the way you sprang up to engulf the boy in your embrace.

"Hitomi! Sit, please. Here, have some." Crystal eyes continued to watch as you grabbed from every bowl and platter to fill up Hitomi's plate. His ivory eyebrows creased at how the sight began to appear so domestic.

Almost motherly,

Wouldn't you just make a great one?
He allowed his mind to wonder and wonder his mind did. A scene started to materialize before his eyes, a scene in which you were already his wife-the sapphire embedded diamond ring on your finger proving so-your body donned the finest jewelry, your presence was warm and your stomach round and sphere like in your fluorescent gown. It was no longer Hitomi that you pampered, but a little boy who wore a mixture of both your features and another would come running in, a girl this time, a grinning girl with your hair and Satoru's eyes.

Satoru found himself smiling at the scene he had created. What peace, what tranquility he felt.

Wife, children? My wife, my children. His heart felt anew. Waves of contentment flooded into his veins.

Another figure shifted into the background.
It wasn't a child but an adult. Was it Mitsu?

Mitsu. That's right, my... girlfriend. The woman I actually love and long for. With that realization, his vision faded, and his mind was back at the table-though he had never truly left.

"Are you alright? I've been trying to get your attention for a while now." Different from when he had trailed off, you were now sitting back in your seat beside him, your eyes looking at him with worry.

Absentmindedly, he stretched a large hand to press at the side of your face. "..what are you doing?" You asked, clearly confused at his sudden gesture. Satoru, however, did not respond, his eyes appearing as if they were clouded over with an emotion you couldn't comprehend.

With the utmost gentleness, he caresses your cheek. "...My wife." He barely said, so soft only a few at the table were able to hear him.

"Um, Satoru." The look of confusion and shock on your face brought back the fierceness in his eyes, and he abruptly stood up.

"Excuse me." He said before storming out of the dining area.

After he left, you found yourself looking around the room for answers. Clearly, none was provided-he was your husband-to-be, so to everyone seated, you ought to know him better than anyone. "May I be excused as well, I should check on him." You announced as you too stood up.

Your mother-seeming to have enjoyed the scene she had just witnessed-beamed in your seat. "Of course, dear. Take all the time you need."

And so, you left to chase after Satoru for answers. Luckily, you were just in time to see him bending the corner. You called out to him, but he blatantly ignored you.

Catching up to him, you grabbed his arm, and he stopped. However, he still kept his back to you. "What was that? Are you feeling okay?" Nothing but silence answered you as you stared at the tall male's broad back.

He then abruptly turned to face you. "I feel nothing for you, Y/n." He stated.

You were back to being as uncertain and confused as before. "I know. I, too, feel the same way."

"I'm going to see Mitsu." He announced, but it didn't sound like much of an announcement. It sounded like a question, a question to test the waters.

"...okay." You replied, unsure.

" I'll be back in the evening. Make up some lies to your parents about my absence." With that, he went to turn on his heels again.

"Thank you. For Hitomi, father wouldn't have allowed him to join us if you hadn't chimed in, so for that, I owe you." You exclaimed. There was a long pause, a moment of silence, perhaps as if Satoru was calculating if he would respond or not.

Seeing this, you simply concluded that you would leave since you had said what you needed to, but as you attempted to do so, Satoru held on to your wrist.

He muttered something, a lie he told to sooth himself.

"I will only ever love her."

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