𝐋 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐒 | Gojo Satoru

0.0 | prologue

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Serene, raw, and brisk gale breezes through her soiled and bloodly uniform; the brunette brings her knees to her chest and cuddles with them to accumulate warmth in her small body.  The sakura trees dance happily with the evening's dusk atmosphere and  the moonlight reflecting the fallen petals to a vivid blush color, making it pretty to forget the chaos that happened hours ago.

The whole day has gone swiftly where the apricot  sun and its maya blue skies has already set. The 15 year old student sat near the school's entrance on the grass by herself. No one has distrubed her and approached her so far since the police captain came to ask her some questions of the incident.

Violet irises observe the officials doing their job — they are holding a pen to jot information in their notepad; their mouths are moving to talk one another; and they are moving in and out of the building. The brunette even counts the minutes on how many times an official or an student changes their body positions.
After so many interrogations she has seen a far from other survivors, their faces held a mixture of overwhelming agony, trauma, fear, dread, confusion, and shock. Akari was told to remain where she was as she saw the students were getting picked up by a family relative or they walked their way home.

Meanwhile, she was told to wait until further notice; the police captain hasn't returned at all. Besides, she didn't want to go home right away anyway.

It appears that she was the only sane one who also had the same experience in Tuesday school morning, yet it was nothing new to Akari to witness such gore deaths before her very eyes. Thats why she didn't even count how many bodies were taken out of the school establishment in her boredom.

She knows she has already lost everyone and everyone she ever loved. Akari ponders on what she will do now, after she finally looked away from the busy crowd. She sighed heavily and places her chin between her knees.

When her eyes lids began to go heavy, a jacket falls over her form causing her lashes to flutter wide open again.

Her nostrils were filled with a scent of a crisp-misty-ocean-chypre cologne that definitely belonged to a man.

Her lacy hands moved the jacket down to her shoulders. Her back finally straightens to glance up at the familar- handsome male with beautiful white silky hair, who has saved her and is standing behind her right now.

He smirks almost wickedly, in which Akari finds oddly attractive as he sits besides her.

He is very laid back individual as he allowed himself to be seated next to her from what she is witnessing. Akari didn't say anything as she was speechless by his actions. She could immediately tell that he is a very confident and proud when he rested his entire body on his forearms.

Why is he wearing sunglasses still?

Akari looks away immediately to not stare at him for too long, because he is indeed charming. It is certain that all women from all ages gush over him at first glimpse.
His white dress shirt is buttoned half way like his sleeves that are rolled up to his elbows to show off abit of his masculine porcelain flesh. Although, it is half tucked inside his black skinny slacks, his appearance made him look fashionable and stylish that she assumes he is from high populated city in Japan. Tokyo?