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October, 1997
The sun was about to set, casting long shadows on the ones standing out in the orangish-periwinkle sky high. The curled waves—with frothy white at its top—hit the rocks simultaneously when Satoru skit down.
He crouched behind a weathered stoned wall, as his breathing became shallow. He held his knees with it being calloused with red bruises and dripping of blood. His body felt a new wave of relentless ache as it throbbed with dullness.
He clenched his jaws as he gulped down the inching pain from his Adam's apple as his grip became stronger.
Suddenly he felt a cotton piece of clothing being dabbed on his bruise. His almost teary eyes, prickling like daggers in his orbs to leave, looked at Y/n's sweating face.
Sweats rippled from her edges as she cleaned his wound and wrapped the cloth around it to prevent it from bleeding further.
"Does it hurt?" She asked with concerns building up her face.
He bit his inner walls as his fists balled. "No" He tried forcing a smile on his thin lips.
Such a childish way to hide his pain. She knew he was lying.
She shifted the position taking a seat beside him, holding his small hands into her. "Are you lying to me, Satoru?"
Her soft voice sent a wave of warmth through his limbs, hitting the site of bleeding. His hands grasped tighter on her as he held his pain and tears back.
"You can cry on me" She smiled tilting her head. "You don't have to wear the facade of being the strongest in front of me"
His prickling eyes commenced to hurt less as he let go of the droplets, leaning his head on her shoulder. His body filled a lot more calmer and less hot. A sense of acceptance was over him when he knew he didn't have to act strong in front of her.
"Be yourself, and you will be just fine"
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Present
"Nana~chan, Mimi~chan" Your words exclaimed as the tiny girly figures in two pigtails ran up to you into a tight embrace.
Satoru brought them safely from the monastery. You thanked him.
"Anything for you, Y/n" He ruffled his hand through your hair delighted by the recognition you gave him.
"Now now" Gojo came from your right with his hands in the pocket—completely over the previous discussion you both had.
"This house is giving kindergarten vibes" He chuckled pointing at The kids Gojo, Megumi, Tsukimi including Nanako and Mimiko.
"Yeah sure it's all because of you kids" The Kid Gojo was proud of himself for excluding him from the other kids. He assumes he is different.
Satoru and you went inside the hall of rooms to give Megumi and Tsukimi one room while Nanako and Mimiko occupied the other. Once everyone had slept you both sat on the central sofa alone.
"Where are the other two?" You asked indicating the other two Gojo's from different dimensions.
"Probably their stubborn ass slept together"
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