𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑁. jujutsu kaisen [✔]

𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚

THE FIRST TIME HE MET YOU. It was in his dreams. Gojo Satoru was the same age as you when you first saw him under the shade of the old oak tree. He was eight, in the prime of his childhood. Strange as it may seem, but he had vividly ideated the woman that you were to be.

In the infinite channels of his young mind, duty was already ingrained in the very depths of his soul. But upon seeing you for the very first time, one thing was for certain, he had finally found a safe haven in his lonely, desolated world.

In the being of you.

Flashing moments in dream-lit currents. Visions of an unfamiliar woman had saturated most of his nights. You first came to him out of the blue on a starry evening when their twinkle was at its brightest.

Young Satoru wondered who you were. He had never met someone who was warm like summer—giving him a sense of comfort from a mere glimpse of your light. He was curious as to why images of you had swarmed his nights—even up to his mornings.

“Satoru-sama.” The austere voice of his old tutor had called after him. The latter's pupil was daydreaming again, looking out in a daze to the window to watch the sky. This had been happening a lot as of late.

“Please focus.”