"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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✩ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏 : 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ✩
"𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓷."
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The forest stretched endlessly, suffocating, saturated with humidity and heat. The air tasted of rot and iron, heavy like a throat full of dirt. Somewhere above them, cicadas screamed relentlessly, and the thick leaves rustled with the passage of crows.
Chihiro stumbled.
Naoya turned. She was hunched over, breath shallow, hands on her swollen belly. He frowned, irritated.
"What the hell now...?"
No answer, as always.
She tried to take a step, but her foot slipped on a root, and she collapsed to her knees in the black soil. A dull, muted thud. Her hands clutched her belly, shaking.
Naoya walked over, a slow tension building in his chest. She wasn't moving. Her shoulders were twitching like something inside her was tearing.
Then — the sound.
A wet gush between her legs. Water splattered on the mossy ground. Naoya froze, eyes wide.
"What the fuck is that?"
She whimpered. A high, broken sound, twisted in pain.
He bent down, saw the liquid mixed with blood and mucus seeping beneath her. He took a step back, cold panic clawing at his spine.
"Did you just piss blood?!"
Chihiro didn't respond. Her body arched violently. She began to gasp, mouth open, eyes glassy.
