"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
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Water trickled down her face, tracing cold paths along her throat. Her hair clung to her temples, and her soaked uniform molded to every curve of her body. The rain wrapped around her like a freezing shroud, but she didn't shiver. She walked straight ahead, fast, desperate to escape.
— Chihiro!
Ijichi's voice cut through the downpour. He was trying to catch up to her, his steps slipping on the wet pavement.
— Wait, we need to talk! What happened with Naoya...
She didn't slow down.
Her whole body was tense with a silent rage, a disgust she had no words for. She could still feel him—Naoya's shadow, his gaze, his smug smile, the way he had dared...
She quickened her pace, ignoring Ijichi completely, and rushed into the Jujutsu school.
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The door slammed shut behind her. Chihiro locked it with a sharp gesture, her breath shallow. She was drenched, furious, but most of all... exhausted.
