His Priye ||Gojo Satoru x OC||

Chapter-14

3rd pov:

"I am time. Joys and sorrows are my two shores between which I keep flowing. I experience neither sorrow nor joy. I do not laugh or cry. But since I know past and future my knowledge sometimes brings laughter on my lips or tears in my eyes."

Stuti was peacefully resting on a tree branch when she sensed an iron nail hurtling toward her. Swiftly, she summoned a small knife using her cursed energy and deftly destroyed the projectile.

"Hah! I knew you had cursed energy! You butter stealer!" A girl with vibrant, mid-length orange hair and matching orange eyes accused, the admiration in her voice taking an unexpected turn.

Stuti greeted the girl with an enchanting smile. "Hello to you too, kid."

"You stole our..." The girl's complaint trailed off as she got lost in Stuti's captivating presence. "Wow! I thought I was the pretty one here. You're even more beautiful and strong!"

Nobara, as she introduced herself, couldn't help but gush over Stuti's charm. Stuti chuckled and plucked an apple from the tree, tossing it to the girl.

"And who might you be, pretty girl?" Stuti inquired with her charming smile, to which the younger girl responded by pointing at herself, deftly catching the apple.

"I'm Nobara. Kugisaki Nobara. And you?" she asked in return.

"Stuti," came the reply.

"Just Stuti? No last name?" Nobara probed.

Stuti chuckled, "Well, it's quite long, but if you insist, it's Stuti Zenin Yadav Gojo."

Nobara raised an eyebrow. "It just sounds like you jumbled the surnames together to sound cool."

Stuti, in mock horror, gasped and theatrically defended herself. "It's not! Zenin is my mother's surname, and Yadav is my father's."

Nobara then inquired, "And Gojo?"

With a teasing smile, Stuti replied, "Why should I tell? I only just learned your name, you know."

Nobara huffed in response, saying, "Well, because I'm a pretty lady."

Stuti teased her back, "A bratty kid, I'd say."

"Hah?!" Nobara couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Stuti laughed, hopped down from the tree, and ruffled Nobara's head. "Alright, kid, you're coming with me."

Nobara was puzzled. "Where to?"

"To my home, for dinner, of course. But it's up to you if you..." Stuti chuckled mischievously.

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Satoru found himself alone in an empty classroom, reminiscing about the time Geto Suguru had embarked on a killing spree. The solitude weighed heavily on him, and he longed to talk to his wife, missing the comforting presence she used to provide. Sighing, he gazed at his wedding ring, a poignant reminder of her absence, before heading to the meeting.

"Geto Suguru. A special-grade curse user who uses cursed spirit manipulation. He's able to draw in and manipulate occurring, unbound curses. It seems he's established a religious group to collect curses from its followers. He should still have the curses he previously possessed, and considering the declining trend in the number of curses reported in recent years...His claim to possess 2,000 may not be a bluff," Ijichi explained in the meeting.