A Hymn for salvation (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Forget-me-not

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Forget me not in this life or the otherIn Hanakotoba the Japanese form of the language of flowers, Forget me not symbolizes true love

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since everyone is confused, this is directly tied to Sukuna's story (in y/n's past lives Sukuna is obsessed with y/n) resulting to present y/n having nightmares about him but Sukuna's image is being replaced by Gojo. The recent event that y/n doesn't even remember because of trauma + confusion on why Gojo suddenly abandoned her + the monotonous days are making it hard to discern which is a dream and which is real. Y/n is slowly losing her sanity.

Since the readers(you) are reading in y/n's perspective, the approach I took was purposely done to confuse everyone. 

───── ❝ EXPLANATION OF WHAT HAPPEND ❞ ─────

Close your eyes, you'll be here soon.

You wake up to all the world's fretting. The whole temple like a raging storm and you, the eye of it, have slept through all the wind and rain that brought upon the chaos of pitter patter from all the running that they make with the wooden floor.

So you close your eyes. Blink. Will the headache away.

And like magic, all the world was quiet as the winter night. Like all the people in your small world, that is only the temple, have vanished through thin air and all that is left is the shine of the moon from the open Shinden-zukuri that lights your spacious room that has suddenly become bare.

The shadows dance in the corner of your eye, a part of you knows better not to look into the dark, when you see Satoru sit like a holy statue basking in the cold air. You have no words, not even dare question the oddity of the situation, these odd jokes and noises were reserved to his presence so you sit quietly next to him.
You idly notice that he is taller, 'when did Satoru become a man?' you ask yourself, wondering how much time has passed since you last saw him.

He turns to you, smiling as usual, but he doesn't speak too. It's like the whole world has suddenly become a mute, and all he does is caress your silky (h/c) through long delicate fingers. You don't understand why you flinch or why this hurts, but you do wonder why he wears a black cloth that hides his pretty four eyes.

You don't remember when you fell asleep or who it was that redecorated your room to what it once was before; but you are certainly aware that a young maiko hides in the corner of your ajar door whispering how you've been gone for a long long time.

When you stand up, and she finally takes notice, the girl is quick on her feet to be by your side and assisting with the ceremonial robes that you're wearing for the day. She ties it meticulously, not even looking up to meet your eye when most of them did when it was their first time doing so. She was the shadow of your day, serving breakfast that is now without Satoru as he has become quite busy with special grade missions.

During prayer, you note that the incense smelled oddly today, like raw meat or something that you couldn't point your finger to and makes your nose wrinkle akin to a sneeze. The maiko is by your side when you take a walk by the garden that smelled a bit too fragrant, all the flower's fragrance overpowering one another, like a cacophony of perfumes.