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“Satoru, it’s okay, really…” I said, placing a hand on his wrist as he continued to press his fingers firmly along my calf. He’d been there for over half an hour. The pain of the cramps had taken my breath away; I had been crying silently, trying to drag my body away from the blankets, which were too heavy for my muscles and nerves, twisting into unnatural positions.
But within seconds, he was kneeling on the floor, massaging my ankles, calves, and toes, which were forced into an unnatural position.
He didn’t listen to me; almost automatically, he moved on to my thighs with calculated, methodical movements, seeming intent on massaging every muscle in my legs to ease my pain.
“Satoru… please… really, I’m fine…” I repeated, placing my hands on his. He stopped and looked me in the eyes,
“Come.” He said, standing up,
“Where?” I looked at him, genuinely confused, but when one of his arms slipped under my legs and the other behind my back, I didn’t resist; my trust in him was blind. It was a bit like when your survival instinct kicks in: you don’t think, you just act, and you trust your instincts.
He was my survival instinct. My question was driven by pure curiosity; I would have done anything he asked of me anyway.
“Sleep with me starting today. We’ve slept apart for years, and every time my six eyes condemned me when I sensed you were in pain and there was nothing I could do about it. Enough of that now.” He said, leading me into his room and laying me down on the soft bed, still faintly warm from his body heat. I looked down at his blankets; I could have said anything, but there was a certainty in his tone, and a sense of command came through in his words. In short: this time, it wasn’t just an option.
“That’s why I didn’t want to live with you—every night you wake up to check on me, every evening you worry about eating with me, helping me wash up, tidying my clothes… my… messes…” I said, referring to the previous week.
“…and now this—I didn’t want to give you any more worries…” I said, leaning back against the pillows while he lay down on the cooler side of the bed—the side where he hadn’t been lying before—leaving me stretched out among the warmed sheets.
“You’ll never understand, will you? Don’t you understand how much my six eyes scream when you’re away from me…?” He turned to look me in the eyes as his own shone in the darkness of the room,
“Every time I feel your physical pain, your despair, and I’m further and further away; I can barely focus on the battles. It happens to me even now on missions, because physically we’re still far apart, but knowing you’re at my home, knowing I’ll see you… knowing I’m the only one taking care of you, allows me to keep them at bay, to feel okay. I haven’t had a migraine in over a month, and you… you’re able to take care of yourself, even if only to a limited extent. This…” he said, gesturing toward the two of us,
"...it's the only thing that will save us. You think that because they've always kept us apart, because you weren't supposed to distract me, and I wasn't supposed to give in to your weakness, but it doesn't work... for either of us. Starting today, we do things my way."
He grabbed me by the waist in a way that was almost aggressive compared to his usual touches and pulled me close, forcing my limbs into very specific positions and pinning them down with his heavy body: to keep me in the right position for my muscles.
"Everything I do..." I clearly saw a bluish aura around him that reached all the way to my wrists,
"...takes far less energy than watching over my six eyes and having panic attacks because I don’t know what’s happening to my twin." And in that moment, I felt he was trying it again: the inversion technique.
It had never worked on me—in fact, my body couldn’t stand it—but he was channeling it so slowly that, for the first time, I too began to feel a warmth that soothed everything. I closed my eyes and exhaled the air from my lungs as if I’d been holding it in for a lifetime.
"Satoru, va bene così davvero.." dissi appoggiando una mano sul polso mentre continuava insistentemente e fare pressione con le dita lungo il mio polpaccio. Era lì da più di mezz'ora. Il dolore dei crampi mi aveva mozzato il fiato, ero rimasta a piangere in silenzio cercando di trascinare via il corpo dalle coperte troppo pesanti per i muscoli e i nervi che si contorcevano in posizioni innaturali.
Ma in pochi secondi era inginocchiato a terra a massaggiarmi caviglie, polpacci, e le dita dei piedi obbligate in posizione innaturale.
Non mi ascoltò in modo quasi automatico proseguì sulle mie cosce con movimenti calcolati e metodici, sembrava intenzionato a massaggiare ogni muscolo delle mie gambe per alleviare il mio dolore.
"Satoru..per favore..davvero, sto bene.." ripetei mettendo le mani sulle sue. Si fermò e mi guardò negli occhi,
"Vieni." Disse alzandosi,
"Dove?" Lo guardai sincermanete confusa, ma quando un suo braccio passò sotto le mie gambe e uno dietro la mia schiena non mi opposi, la mia fiducia in lui era cieca. Era un po' come quando si attiva l'istinto di sopravvivenza, non si pensa, si agisce e basta e si ci fida dell'istinto.
Lui era il mio istinto di sopravvivenza. Il mio chiedere era di pura curiosità, avrei fatto comunque qualsiasi cosa mi avesse chiesto.
"Dormi con me da oggi. Abbiamo dormito per anni a distanza, e ogni volta i miei sei occhi mi condannavano quando ti sentivo star male e non potevo farci nulla. Adesso, basta." Disse portandomi nella sua stanza adagiandomi sul letto morbido e ancora vagamente caldo dal suo calore corporeo. Abbassai lo sguardo sulle sue coperte, avrei potuto dire qualsiasi cosa ma il suo tono aveva una sicurezza, e traspariva un senso di imposizione dalle sue parole. In sintesti: questa volta non era solo un'opzione.
"Era per questo che non volevo vivere con te, ogni notte ti svegli per controllarmi, ogni sera ti preoccupi di mangiare con me, di aiutarmi a lavare, di sistemare i miei vestiti...i miei...casini..." dissi riferendomi alla settimana precedente.
"..e adesso questo, io non volevo darti altre preoccupazioni.." dissi appoggiandomi ai cuscini mentre lui si stendeva sul lato più freddo del letto quello dove prima non era steso, lasciando me stesa nelle lenzuola riscaldate.
"Non capirete mai, mh? Non capisci quanto gridino i miei sei occhi quando sei lontana da me..?" Si voltò a guardarmi negli occhi mentre i suoi luccicavano nel buio della stanza,
"Ogni volta sento i tuoi dolori fisici, la tua disperazione, e sono sempre più lontano, riesco a mala pena a concentrarli sulle battaglie. Mi succede anche ora in missione, perchè fisicamente siamo lontani lo stesso, ma saperti a casa mia, sapere che ti vedrò...sapere che sono l'unico che si occupa di te, mi permette di tenerli a bada, di stare bene. È più di un mese che non ho più emicranie, e tu...riesci ad occuparti di te seppur in modo limitato, questo.." disse indicando con la mano noi due,
"...è l'unica cosa che ci salverà. La pensi così perchè ci hanno sempre separato, perchè non dovevi distrarmi, io non dovevo immergermi nella debolezza, ma non funziona..per nessuno dei due. Da oggi si fa' come dico io."
Mi afferrò per la vita in un modo quasi aggressivo rispetto ai suoi soliti tocchi e mi avvicinò a sè obbligando le mie membra in posizioni molto specifiche bloccandole con il suo corpo pesante: per tenermi in una posizione giusta per i miei muscoli.
"Tutto quello che faccio..." vidi chiaramente un'aura bluastra attorno a lui che arrivava fino ai miei polsi,
"...mi porta via molte meno energie che badare ai miei sei occhi e farmi venire attacchi di panico perchè non so cosa succede alla mia gemella." E in quel momento lo sentii ci stava riprovando: la tecnica dell'inversione.
Non aveva mai funzionato su di me, anzi il mio corpo non lo sopportava, ma la stava facendo fluire in un modo talmente lento che per la prima volta iniziai anch'io a sentire un tepore che allievava tutto. Chiusi gli occhi e rilasciai l'aria dai miei polmoni come se l'avessi trattenuta per una vita.
“Satoru, it’s okay, really…” I said, placing a hand on his wrist as he continued to press his fingers firmly along my calf. He’d been there for over half an hour. The pain of the cramps had taken my breath away; I had been crying silently, trying to drag my body away from the blankets, which were too heavy for my muscles and nerves, twisting into unnatural positions.
But within seconds, he was kneeling on the floor, massaging my ankles, calves, and toes, which were forced into an unnatural position.
He didn’t listen to me; almost automatically, he moved on to my thighs with calculated, methodical movements, seeming intent on massaging every muscle in my legs to ease my pain.
“Satoru… please… really, I’m fine…” I repeated, placing my hands on his. He stopped and looked me in the eyes,
“Come.” He said, standing up,
“Where?” I looked at him, genuinely confused, but when one of his arms slipped under my legs and the other behind my back, I didn’t resist; my trust in him was blind. It was a bit like when your survival instinct kicks in: you don’t think, you just act, and you trust your instincts.
He was my survival instinct. My question was driven by pure curiosity; I would have done anything he asked of me anyway.
“Sleep with me starting today. We’ve slept apart for years, and every time my six eyes condemned me when I sensed you were in pain and there was nothing I could do about it. Enough of that now.” He said, leading me into his room and laying me down on the soft bed, still faintly warm from his body heat. I looked down at his blankets; I could have said anything, but there was a certainty in his tone, and a sense of command came through in his words. In short: this time, it wasn’t just an option.
“That’s why I didn’t want to live with you—every night you wake up to check on me, every evening you worry about eating with me, helping me wash up, tidying my clothes… my… messes…” I said, referring to the previous week.
“…and now this—I didn’t want to give you any more worries…” I said, leaning back against the pillows while he lay down on the cooler side of the bed—the side where he hadn’t been lying before—leaving me stretched out among the warmed sheets.
“You’ll never understand, will you? Don’t you understand how much my six eyes scream when you’re away from me…?” He turned to look me in the eyes as his own shone in the darkness of the room,
“Every time I feel your physical pain, your despair, and I’m further and further away; I can barely focus on the battles. It happens to me even now on missions, because physically we’re still far apart, but knowing you’re at my home, knowing I’ll see you… knowing I’m the only one taking care of you, allows me to keep them at bay, to feel okay. I haven’t had a migraine in over a month, and you… you’re able to take care of yourself, even if only to a limited extent. This…” he said, gesturing toward the two of us,
"...it's the only thing that will save us. You think that because they've always kept us apart, because you weren't supposed to distract me, and I wasn't supposed to give in to your weakness, but it doesn't work... for either of us. Starting today, we do things my way."
He grabbed me by the waist in a way that was almost aggressive compared to his usual touches and pulled me close, forcing my limbs into very specific positions and pinning them down with his heavy body: to keep me in the right position for my muscles.
"Everything I do..." I clearly saw a bluish aura around him that reached all the way to my wrists,
"...takes far less energy than watching over my six eyes and having panic attacks because I don’t know what’s happening to my twin." And in that moment, I felt he was trying it again: the inversion technique.
It had never worked on me—in fact, my body couldn’t stand it—but he was channeling it so slowly that, for the first time, I too began to feel a warmth that soothed everything. I closed my eyes and exhaled the air from my lungs as if I’d been holding it in for a lifetime.
The sponge curved, following the shape of my shoulder. I pressed my temple against the wall, eyes closed, my breath a little heavier than usual. Steam filled the bathroom. Then, the click of a bottle, the sound of hands lathering with soap, and finally, I felt them on my cheeks.
"Come on, Satoru... I can do this myself," I said, placing my hands over his wrists.
"I know, but I promised I’d take care of you, didn't I? You’re so fragile..." I squinted just to check, but I could hear it in that damn tone of his—he was smirking at my situation.
"You wouldn't last half a day in my body. Dealing with every little deformity, every single ache," I challenged him, but he chose not to fight this time.
"Maybe. I probably wouldn't. But what I know for sure is..." He filled his hands with clean water directly from the tap. I closed my eyes, anticipating it, and felt the lukewarm water splash over my soapy face.
Just as I tried to blink, a fresh, soft towel dabbed my cheeks and eyes.
"...I certainly wouldn't complain if you were the one washing me," he said with that annoying grin, leaning his forehead against mine. His eyes, fully uncovered for once, were locked onto mine.
I lifted a wet, soapy hand from the tub.
"No, no, no... don't you dare—" He complained but didn't move. His Six Eyes could predict my every move, yet he stayed still, letting me soak his shirt. He looked at me with fake disappointment.
"Perfect. This is dry-clean only, you know?" He muttered. I burst out laughing—a sound that rarely escaped my lungs. For a moment, I could swear I saw his eyes glint for me.
He unbuttoned his shirt with a fluid motion and pulled it off, leaving it on the floor.
"You cared so much about it that you just abandoned it there?" I teased, catching my breath. He grabbed a bathrobe, setting it nearby, and wrapped his arms around my waist. His hands slid delicately over my belly, his grip tightening just below my chest to help me up from a position that was becoming uncomfortable.
I leaned entirely into him, pushing myself up while my fingers dug into his biceps. His pale skin flushed red under my grip, and I felt a pang of guilt, even as his muscles resisted my pressure. He held me patiently until I was out of the tub, my feet hitting the soft mat. As he let go, the sudden lack of contact left me with a hollow sense of emptiness.
He draped the robe over my shoulders.
"They don't intend to leave me anything anyway... so technically, it’s all yours, Boss," I joked, tying the belt. He handed me my underwear and a pad before heading back to the bedroom.
"Boss, Boss... and yet I'm the one being exploited," he called out. From the noise, I knew exactly what he was doing: stripping the bed of the sheets stained with my menstrual blood.
"Can you manage on your own?" he asked, his tone turning strangely serious. I sat on the edge of the tub and, slowly, took care of myself.
"Yes, I’m better, I told you..." I eventually joined him, wrapped in the robe. It felt too comfortable to take off, so I sat in the armchair, watching his new mission: learning how to change bedsheets.
"Satoru, those don't go that way..." I laughed for the second time.
La spugna si piegò seguendo la forma della mia spalla. Appoggiai la tempia al muro, gli occhi chiusi, il respiro un po' più pesante del normale. Il vapore dell'acqua calda aveva riempito tutto il bagno nonostante la grandezza della stanza. Il click di una bottiglietta, la mani che strofinavano slittando per il sapone e poi le sentii sulle mie guance.
"Avanti, Satoru..posso farlo da sola questo.." dissi appoggiando le mani sui suoi polsi,
"Lo so, ma ti ho promesso che mi sarei preso cura di te, no? Sei così fragile.." socchiusi gli occhi solo per accertarmene, ma si sentiva da quel maledetto tono che stava ghignando beffardo della mia situazione.
"Tu non sopravviveresti mezza giornata nel mio corpo. A stare appresso ad ogni piccola deformazione, o problema che sia." Dissi sfidandolo con lo sguardo, ma era una battaglia a cui decise di non giocare questa volta,
"Mah, sarà. In effetti non riuscirei. Ma quello che so con sicurezza è che.." si riempì le mani di acqua pulita direttamente dal rubinetto, chiusi gli occhi già aspettandomi il seguito. E infatti quell'acqua tiepida finì direttamente sul mio volto ancora pieno di schiuma.
Proprio mentre cercavo di aprire gli occhi sentii un asciugamano fresco e morbido tamponarmi le guance e poi gli occhi, in modo da poterli aprire,
"...di certo non mi lamenterei se poi fossi stata tu a lavarmi." Disse mettendo in evidenza quel sorrisetto fastidioso mentre appoggiava la fronte sulla mia. I suoi occhi, per una volta totalmente scoperti, erano fissi nei miei.
Alzai la mano dalla vasca completamente bagnata e in parte in saponata,
"No, no, no..andiamo questa non.." si lamentò ma non si spostò, i suoi sei occhi erano in grado di fargli prevedere i miei movimenti ma rimase fermo affinchè potessi bagnargli la camicia. Mi guardò con finto disappunto,
"Perfetto, questa andrebbe lavata a secco, lo sai?" Disse, scoppiai a ridere come non facevo da tempo. E per un momento potei giurare di aver visto i suoi occhi luccicare per me, per quella risata che non usciva quasi mai dai miei polmoni.
I primi bottoni erano già sbottonati, così con un movimento fluido se la sfilò dai pantaloni e se la tolse come se fosse una maglietta lasciandola a terra.
"Ci tenevi così tanto che l'hai abbandonata lì?" Dissi mentre calmavo le mie risate. Prese un accappatoio e venne verso di me, appoggiondolo poi su una superficie lì affianco.
"Ridi pure, tanto sto sperperando anche la tua parte di eredità." Disse mentre avvolgeva le sue braccia attorno alla mia vita, le sue mani passarono delicatamente attorno al mio ventre, le sue braccia si strinsero attorno al mio addome sotto al mio seno, per aiutarmi ad alzarmi da quella posizione che per me stava diventando un po' scomoda.
Mi appoggiai completamente a lui, cercando di darmi una spinta, mentre stringevo tra le dita sui suoi bicipiti per avere qualcosa a cui tenermi. La sua pelle così bianca divenne subito rossa sotto le mie dita che stringevano la presa, e mi sentii anche in colpa, anche se i suoi muscoli opponevano resistenza nel far affondare troppo le mie dita. Mi tenne pazientemente fin quando non fui fuori dalla vasca con i piedi appoggiati su un morbido tappeto. Lasciò scivolare via le braccia, lasciandomi quasi un senso di vuoto alla mancanza del suo contatto.
Mi appoggiò l'accappatoio sulle spalle,
"Lo sai che non hanno intenzione di lasciarmi niente comunque...quindi tecnicamente è tutto tuo, capo." Dissi divertita mentre legavo l'accappatoio, lui mi porse i miei slip e un assorbente mentre tornava in stanza,
"Capo, capo..e sono quello più sfruttato." Disse dall'altra stanza, e dai rumori potevo ben capire che stava togliendo le lenzuola sporche del mio sangue mestruale dal letto.
"Ce la fai da sola?" Disse con un tono stranamente serio, io mi sedetti sul bordo della vasca e seppur lentamente riuscii ad occuparmi almeno di quello.
"Sì, sto meglio te l'ho detto.." dissi raggiungendolo lentamente con ancora l'accappatoio. Era stranamente confortevole per togliermelo, così mi sedetti su una poltrona all'angolo della stanza osservandolo nella sua nuova impresa: imparare a cambiare le lenzuola.
"Satoru, quelle non vanno così.." dissi scoppiando a ridere per la seconda volta.
The sponge bent to the shape of my shoulder. I rested my temple against the wall, eyes closed, breathing a little more heavily than usual. The steam from the hot water had filled the entire bathroom despite the room’s size. The click of a bottle, hands rubbing and sliding over the soap, and then I felt them on my cheeks.
“Come on, Satoru… I can do this myself…” I said, placing my hands on his wrists,
“I know, but I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I? You’re so fragile…” I narrowed my eyes just to make sure, but I could tell from that damn tone that he was smirking mockingly at my situation.
“You wouldn’t even last half a day in my body. Keeping up with every little deformity or problem.” I said, challenging him with my gaze, but it was a battle he decided not to play this time,
“Well, maybe. Actually, I wouldn’t be able to. But what I know for sure is that...” He cupped his hands with clean water straight from the tap; I closed my eyes, already expecting what was to come. And sure enough, that lukewarm water splashed directly onto my face, still covered in lather.
Just as I was trying to open my eyes, I felt a cool, soft towel dabbing my cheeks and then my eyes, so I could open them,
“...I certainly wouldn’t complain if you were the one to wash me.” He said, flashing that annoying little smile as he rested his forehead against mine. His eyes, for once completely uncovered, were fixed on mine.
I raised my hand from the tub, completely wet and partly soapy,
“No, no, no... come on, this one doesn’t...” he complained, but didn’t move; his six eyes could anticipate my movements, but he stayed still so I could get his shirt wet. He looked at me with feigned disappointment,
“Perfect, this one should be dry-cleaned, you know?” he said, and I burst out laughing like I hadn’t in a long time. And for a moment I could have sworn I saw his eyes sparkle for me, for that laugh that almost never escaped my lungs.
The top buttons were already undone, so with a fluid motion he slipped it off his pants and took it off as if it were a T-shirt, leaving it on the floor.
“You cared so much about it that you just left it there?” I said as I calmed my laughter. He grabbed a bathrobe and came toward me, then set it down on a surface nearby.
“Go ahead and laugh; I’m squandering your share of the inheritance anyway,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands gently caressing my belly, his arms squeezing me around my abdomen below my breasts, to help me rise from that position which was becoming a bit uncomfortable for me.
I leaned my whole weight against him, trying to push myself up, while I clenched my fingers around his biceps to have something to hold onto. His pale skin immediately turned red under my tightening grip, and I felt guilty, even though his muscles resisted my fingers digging in too deeply. He held me patiently until I was out of the tub with my feet resting on a soft rug. He let his arms slip away, leaving me with almost a sense of emptiness at the lack of his touch.
He draped the bathrobe over my shoulders,
“You know they don’t plan on leaving me anything anyway… so technically it’s all yours, boss.” I said with a laugh as I tied the robe; he handed me my panties and a pad as he headed back into the room,
“Boss, boss… and I’m the one who gets exploited the most.” He said from the other room, and from the sounds I could clearly tell he was removing the sheets stained with my menstrual blood from the bed.
“Can you manage on your own?” He said in a strangely serious tone. I sat on the edge of the tub and, albeit slowly, managed to at least take care of that.
"Yeah, I'm feeling better, I told you..." I said, slowly joining him while still wearing my bathrobe. It felt strangely comfortable to take it off, so I sat down in an armchair in the corner of the room, watching him tackle his new task: learning how to change the sheets.
"Satoru, those don't go like that..." I said, bursting out laughing for the second time.
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He gently laid me down on my new bed, in my new room. I hadn’t really had a choice. That Saturday night, instead of taking me back, he brought me to his apartment, but he didn’t give me any say in the matter: “You’re staying with me now.”
Those were the only words he’d said to me before turning off toward his place. Not that I really cared; I wanted to be with my twin, I just didn’t want to make things difficult for him yet again.
“See, you can do it,” he said.
But it wasn’t that easy; I’d clung to him that time, too. Even though we were so young. His hand squeezed mine in a gesture of affection; it wasn’t like when I was touched by the women of the clan who helped me with everything. His fingers intertwined with mine; his body was already strong enough to pull mine along with him: his shoulders to support me, his hands holding tight, the warmth of his body dispelling that of the gently falling snow.
“Satoru-sama, you have training!”
I could still see it—the hand grabbing his wrist.
“And her? She shouldn’t be with you! She’ll make you waste your energy for nothing.”
I was grabbed by the collar of my kimono, violently torn away from my twin’s body, held suspended in the air with a move so cruel it wasn’t even reserved for animals. My muscles writhed in unnatural pain.
“You don’t understand!” he shouted.
“No one understands that it’s the opposite!”
“I don’t want to always cause you trouble, Satoru… believe me, I want to be with you. But I don’t want to be selfish, much less make you feel even more burdened by those people.” I said. He knelt in front of me, lowering his bandage and letting strands of hair fall across his forehead. He grabbed my hands; his fingers tangled around mine once more.
"Stop saying that. You won’t drain my energy. But nobody understands that it’s the other way around. I need you to function; I’m the selfish one here."
Mi posò delicatamente sul mio nuovo letto, nella mia nuova stanza. Non avevo avuto scelta in realtà. Questo sabato sera invece di riportarmi indietro, mi ha portata nel suo appartamento, ma non mi ha dato una scelta: "Adesso resterai con me."
Erano le uniche parole che mi aveva detto prima di deviare il percorso verso casa sua. Non che mi importasse veramente, io volevo stare con il mio gemello, semplicemente non volevo rendergli ancora una volta le cose difficili.
"Vedi che ce la fai." Disse.
Ma non era così facile, ero aggrappata a lui anche quella volta. Anche se eravamo così piccoli. La sua mano stringeva la mia in un gesto d'affetto, non era allo stesso modo che venivo toccata dalle donne del clan che mi aiutavano in tutto. Le sue dita si intrecciavano alle mie, il suo corpo era già abbastanza forte da trascinare con sè anche il mio: le sue spalle per sorreggermi, le sue mani che stringevano, il calore del suo corpo che dissipava quello della neve che cadeva piano.
"Satoru-Sama, ha gli allenamenti!"
La vedevo ancora, la mano che afferrava il suo polso.
"E lei? Non dovrebbe essere con te! Ti farà perdere energie inutilmente."
Io venni afferrata dal colletto del mio kimono, strappata via con violenza dal corpo del mio gemello, tenuta all'aria con una mossa talmente disgraziata che non era riservata nemmeno agli animali. I miei muscoli che si contorcevano in un dolore innaturale.
"Non capite!" Gridò.
"Nessuno capisce che è il contrario!"
"Non voglio crearti sempre problemi, Satoru...credimi voglio stare con te. Ma non voglio essere egoista, nè tanto meno farti sentire ancora di più sul collo quelli lì." Dissi, si inginocchiò di fronte a me, abbassandosi la benda lasciando ricadere delle ciocche di capelli sulla fronte. Afferrò le mie mani, le sue dita tornavano ad aggrovigliarsi attorno alle mie.
"Smettila di dirlo. Tu non mi porterai via energie. Ma nessuno capisce che è il contrario. Ho bisogno di te per funzionare, sono io l'egoista qui."
He gently laid me down on my new bed, in my new room. I hadn’t really had a choice. That Saturday night, instead of taking me back, he brought me to his apartment, but he didn’t give me any say in the matter: “You’re staying with me now.”
Those were the only words he’d said to me before turning off toward his place. Not that I really cared; I wanted to be with my twin, I just didn’t want to make things difficult for him yet again.
“See, you can do it,” he said.
But it wasn’t that easy; I’d clung to him that time, too. Even though we were so young. His hand squeezed mine in a gesture of affection; it wasn’t like when I was touched by the women of the clan who helped me with everything. His fingers intertwined with mine; his body was already strong enough to pull mine along with him: his shoulders to support me, his hands holding tight, the warmth of his body dispelling that of the gently falling snow.
“Satoru-sama, you have training!”
I could still see it—the hand grabbing his wrist.
“And her? She shouldn’t be with you! She’ll make you waste your energy for nothing.”
I was grabbed by the collar of my kimono, violently torn away from my twin’s body, held suspended in the air with a move so cruel it wasn’t even reserved for animals. My muscles writhed in unnatural pain.
“You don’t understand!” he shouted.
“No one understands that it’s the opposite!”
“I don’t want to always cause you trouble, Satoru… believe me, I want to be with you. But I don’t want to be selfish, much less make you feel even more burdened by those people.” I said. He knelt in front of me, lowering his bandage and letting strands of hair fall across his forehead. He grabbed my hands; his fingers tangled around mine once more.
"Stop saying that. You won’t drain my energy. But nobody understands that it’s the other way around. I need you to function; I’m the selfish one here."
Plot: It's not just a matter of love, but of survival.
[🇮🇹 ⬇️⬇️]
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You heard the door swing open. It was so late that you thought your visit had been canceled for the week. For you, it would have been a tragedy—it was your only moment of relief.
"Hey, sweetie... look what I brought you!" He approached with a dazzling smile despite the late hour and sat down right next to you on the bed without further ado, showing you a small capybara keychain in the palm of his hand.
You immediately gripped his arm.
"Thank you," you whispered. Not for the keychain, cute as it was, but simply because he had come to see you. He wasn't obliged to visit his sister, hidden from the world. Only the clan knew of your existence, of course. Twins are a sign of misfortune, and you knew that well. You had always been confined to your bed. Yet, that curse didn't seem to have touched Satoru—or so it seemed.
He rested his lips in your hair, and you closed your eyes, clutching his arm with a desperation you hadn't realized was so strong. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand.
"I thought you weren't coming today..." you whispered. It was almost 1 a.m., so technically, he had missed his usual visiting day.
"No, what are you talking about? I've just been busy with school," he said. He slipped a finger through the key ring, spinning it quickly around.
"...you don't have to come... I don't want to complicate your life," you said, nearly bursting into tears. You couldn't bear the thought of not seeing the only person you cared about.
"This conversation again? I told you I have everything under control. And besides, it's not my decision." That last sentence was new to you.
"What do you mean?"
"It's not my decision... we're twins, (Y/n). It’s not up to me... Fate, the universe, call it what you will—it has claimed your body."
"But I can't help seeing you... my Six Eyes start to go crazy if I’m away from you for too long, and they don't calm down until I hold you close." The little doll kept spinning as his soft voice reached your ears. "I can't help it. I'd go crazy, literally. This is the curse of the twins. And it always affects both of us, even if this time... it felt different."
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I was wondering...do you like it when I cover dark topics?
More dark themes?
Yes, Absolutely!
Yes, but keep it fluff!
No, i preefer other dynamics
Voting ended onMar 13
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[🇮🇹 Versione originale]
Sentisti la porta spalancarsi, era così tardi che pensavi che per quella settimana la visita fosse saltata. Per te sarebbe stata una tragedia, era il tuo unico momento di svago.
"Ehi, fiorellino..guarda che ti ho portato!" Si avvicinò con un sorriso smagliante nonostante l'ora tarda, e si sedette subito accanto a te sul letto senza fare complimenti, mostrandoti sul palmo della mano un piccolo portachiavi raffigurante un capybara.
Ti legasti immeditamente al suo braccio,
"..grazie.." sussurrasti. Ma solo perchè era venuto da te, non per il portachiavi per quanto carino. Era pur sempre il tuo gemello, non era obbligato ad andare a trovare sua sorella malata nascosta al mondo. Solo il clan sapeva della tua esistanza naturalmente. I gemelli sono segno di sventura, e tu lo sapevi bene. Eri da sempre costretta a letto. Eppure quella maledizione sembrava non aver toccato Satoru, sembrava.
Poggiò le labbra tra i tuoi capelli, chiudesti gli occhi mentre stringevi il suo braccio con una disperazione che non sapevi di sentire tanto forte. Ti accarezzò la guancia con il dorso della mano.
"Pensavo non saresti venuto oggi.." sussurrasti, era quasi l'una del mattino, quindi tecnicamente aveva saltato il suo solito giorno di visita.
"No, ma che...sono solo stato impegnato adesso che c'è la scuola di mezzo.." disse. Infilò un dito nell'anello del porta chiavi e lo fece roteare rapidamente attorno al dito.
"...non devi venire per forza...non voglio complicarti ulteriormente le cose.." dicesti, ma per poco non scoppiasti a piangere, non potevi sopportare di non vedere più l'unica persona a cui tenevi così tanto.
"Tutte le volte questo discorso? Ti ho detto che ho tutto sotto controllo. E poi non decido io." Continuò, ma quell'ultima frase ti era nuova,
"Che intendi ...?"
"Non decido io...noi siamo gemelli, (Y/n). Non decido io che farne...il caso, l'universo..chiamalo come ti pare, si è preso il tuo corpo."
"Ma io non posso fare a meno di vederti ...i miei sei occhi iniziano ad impazzire se ti sto lontano per troppo tempo, e non si calmano fin quando non ti tengo vicina per un po'." Il pupazetto continuava a roteare mentre la sua voce morbida ti arrivava alle orecchie,
"Non posso farne a meno. Impazzirei, letteralmente. Questa è la maledizione dei gemelli. E colpisce sempre entrambi anche se questa volta...sembrava diverso".
You picked up your phone again, but still nothing, no notification of a message or a call, nothing at all. Suguru was on a mission, so you couldn't disturb him, and in any case, since he wasn't there, he couldn't know what was going on. You hadn't seen Satoru around all morning, and he wasn't even responding to your messages. So as soon as the bell rang for the last class, you went to his room.
You knocked on the door.
"Are you alive?" you asked ironically, not knowing what was on the other side. But there was no answer. You tried again and heard only a whimpering voice that made you freeze on the spot. You slowly lowered the door handle and, luckily, found it open.
"I'm coming in..." you said, lowering your voice a little, but trying to make sure he could hear you. Again, a moan.
When you entered, you saw the room was completely in disarray: clothes on the floor, books still open on the desk, his backpack open and overturned, its contents spilled on the floor, and finally, a tangled mess of blankets with only one foot sticking out.
"Satoru...?" you asked, confused, as you approached.
"What's going on?" you continued softly, intimidated by the whole situation. You approached slowly, almost afraid that your footsteps might disturb him, and indeed they did.
"Hey... Satoru..." you said again, gently placing your hands on the tangle, trying to figure out where he actually was. You slowly moved the blanket, revealing his white hair, his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks red as if he had a fever. As soon as you moved the blanket, he buried his face in the pillow.
"Are you sick, Satoru? Do you have a fever, by any chance...?" You tried to say as gently as possible.
You placed your hands on his temples to check, and he did indeed feel warm, but not so much that you would think he had a fever. You heard a sigh of relief for a moment. Then you slowly moved your hands away.
"No... put them back..." he said as his voice died against the pillow.
"Can I ask what's wrong?"
"I have a headache... I can't sleep, it hurts on my forehead above my right eye, and in my temples... and... I can't get up, I'm cold and nauseous... I just want to die."
"You don't have a headache then..." you said, moving towards the window and closing the curtains to darken the room.
"You have a migraine." You continued, walking over to her closet. You pulled out a lighter blanket than the one she had, which she probably used in the spring. You arranged the one she was using to cover her feet as well, and placed the other blanket on top.
"Maybe if you sit up straight it will be better, I mean for the nausea..." you said, leaving the room and quietly closing the door.
You returned after about fifteen minutes, having fetched some food, some medicine kindly offered by Shoko, a bucket of cold water, and a cloth.
"I thought you had left me to die alone..." he said as soon as he heard you come back in.
"But instead..." You approached and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. You immediately placed the cloth soaked in cold water on his forehead.
"You have to eat something to take the medicine Shoko gave me. Can you sit up?"
But instead, he replied like a spoiled child, whining, "No." And he dropped the cold cloth from his forehead.
"Put your hands back..."
"...you're very spoiled," you said.
"Put your hands back..." he repeated.
"You have to eat and..." but he interrupted you,
"I won't do it until you put your hands back on my temples." He exclaimed, keeping his eyes half-closed and staring into yours.
"You're quite annoying. And look, it's for your own good. If you don't take the medicine, it won't go away. Migraines last up to three days or more..." you said.
"But you won't leave me alone anyway. Do you want to hear me complain when all you have to do is put your nice cold hands on my temples...?" he said.
"You're obnoxious... you know that, right?" you said, placing your hands on his temples, just as he wanted. He smiled slightly.
"Press hard now," he continued.
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I think I'll continue with these short stories for a while. I have another idea with Teen Gojo.
Who do you prefer?
Teen Gojo
Adult Gojo
Husband Gojo
Voting ended onMar 8
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[🇮🇹 Versione italiana]
Riprendesti il telefono in mano ma ancora nulla, nessuna notifica di un messaggio o una chiamata, niente di niente. Suguru era in missione, quindi non potevi disturbarlo, e in ogni caso non essendoci non poteva sapere cosa stesse succedendo.
Era tutta la mattina che non vedevi Satoru in giro, e non rispondeva nemmeno ai tuoi messaggi. Così appena suonata la campanella dell'ultima lezione, andasti verso la sua stanza.
Bussasti alla porta,
"Sei vivo?" Chiedesti ironica, senza sapere cosa c'era dall'altra parte. Ma nessuna risposta. Riprovasti ancora, e sentisti solo una voce lamentosa che ti fece gelare sul posto. Abbassasti lentamente la maniglia della porta, trovandola per fortuna aperta,
"Sto entrando.." dicesti abbassando un po' il tono della voce, ma cercando di essere sicura che ti sentisse. Di nuovo un lamento.
Quando entrasti vedesti la stanza completamente in disordine: vestiti a terra, libri ancora aperti sulla scrivania, lo zaino aperto e rovesciato che aveva versato il suo contenuto sul pavimento, e infine un groviglio unico di coperte da cui spuntava solo un piede.
"Satoru..?" Chiedesti confusa avvicinandoti.
"Che succede?" Continuasti piano messa in soggezione da tutta la situazione. Ti avvicinasti lentamente, quasi spaventata che i tuoi passi potessero disturbare, e in effetti era proprio così.
"Ehi..Satoru.." dicesti ancora poggiando delicatamente le mani su quel groviglio cercando di capire dove effettivamente fosse finito. Spostasti lentamente la coperta rivelando i suoi capelli bianchi, gli occhi erano strizzati più che chiusi, le guance rosse come se avesse la febbre. Appena spostasti la coperta infilò la faccia nel cuscino,
"Stai male, Satoru? Hai la febbre per caso..?" Cercasti di dire quanto più dolcemente possibile.
Appoggiasti le mani sulle sue tempie per capire, ed effettivamente sembrava caldo, ma non così tanto da pensare ad una febbre. Sentisti un verso di sollievo, per un attimo. Poi lentamente spostasti le mani,
"No....rimettile..." disse mentre la sua voce moriva contro il cuscino,
"Posso sapere che ti succede?"
"Ho mal di testa...non riesco a dormire, mi fa male sulla fronte sopra l'occhio destro, e nelle tempie..e ...non riesco ad alzarmi, ho freddo e la nausea...voglio solo morire."
"Non hai mal di testa allora.." dicesti spostandoti verso la finestra e chiudendo le tende per rendere la stanza buia,
"Hai proprio un'emicrania in corso." Continuasti, proseguendo verso il suo armadio. Tirasti fuori una coperta più leggera di quella che aveva, che usava forse in primavera. Gli sistemasti quella che aveva addosso ricoprendo anche i piedi, e posasti quell'altra coperta sopra.
"Forse se ti metti dritto è meglio, dico per la nausea.." dicesti uscendo di stanza chiudendo silenziosamente la porta.
Tornasti dopo circa un quarto d'ora solo dopo esserti procurata del cibo, una medicina gentilmente offerta da Shoko, un secchio d'acqua fredda e una pezza di tessuto.
"Pensavo mi avessi lasciato morire da solo..." disse appena ti sentì rientrare,
"E invece.." ti avvicinasti e ti sedesti sul letto accanto a lui, sul bordo. E gli appoggiasti subito il panno imbevuto d'acqua fredda sulla fronte,
"Devi mangiare qualcosa per prendere la medicina che mi ha dato Shoko, riesci a sederti?"
Ma invece ti rispose come un bambino capriccioso, e in modo lamentoso disse: "no". E lasciò cadere il fazzoletto freddo che aveva sulla fronte,
"Rimettici le mani..."
"...sei molto viziato." Dicesti,
"Rimettici le mani.." ripeté.
"Devi mangiare e..." ma ti interruppe,
"Non lo farò fin quando non rimetterai le mani sulle mie tempie." Esclamò tenendo gli occhi socchiusi fissi nei tuoi.
"Sei alquanto fastidioso. E poi guarda che è per te, se non prendi la medicina non ti passerà. Le emicranie durano fino a tre giorni o più.." dicesti,
"Ma tu non mi lascerai comunque da solo, vuoi sentirmi lamentare quando ti basta mettere le tue belle manine fredde sulle mie tempie..?" Disse,
"Sei odioso..lo sai sì?" Dicesti posando le mani sulle sue tempie, proprio come voleva. Sorrise lievemente,
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GOJO X (Y/N) || First Vacation: Wrapped in Lights [🇮🇹🇬🇧]
Extract: "The situation was very different now: without him, you couldn't leave."
[🇮🇹 La versione italiana è sotto a quella inglese, spero vi piaccia 👀]
You dragged yourself into the kitchen in your pajamas, which had been left on the floor the night before. You could smell breakfast cooking, and there was still a slight smell of burning in the air, but you smiled when you saw him sitting at the table wearing only his boxers. It was cold outside, and of course you had the heating on, but it took courage for you to stand there almost naked as if nothing had happened. After all, you were about to complain about just that.
"Hey, good morning..." he said, looking at you with a slight smirk, but you didn't respond, just stood still next to him, looking at him almost angrily.
"What's wrong? I even made you breakfast..." he said plaintively, starting to give you his usual puppy-dog eyes: I'm a helpless puppy, you can't be mad at me. Even though he couldn't really be described as helpless.
"You left me under the covers in the cold..." you complained. As soon as he heard those words, his face lit up, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close until you were sitting on his lap. You immediately snuggled up against him, resting your temple on his shoulder with your face almost hidden in his neck and your eyes already 90% closed.
"I'm so sorry, I just wanted to make you breakfast." he said in a high-pitched voice.
"What are we doing for Christmas?" you said softly. It was something you had wanted to ask him for a few days. But you wanted to find a quiet moment. That moment seemed to be last night before bed, but then Satoru spoke first, suggesting something else. And you didn't refuse. You heard him laugh softly.
"What do you want to do? Don't you want to go home because you say your mother will get angry?" he said with a certain tone of feigned reproach covered with irony.
"Not really... I mean, it's not out of malice. But I'd like to do something different. We can go for New Year's Eve or vice versa... you don't have to go to your clan, do you? I ask you every year just to be sure, you know." You said. You knew perfectly well that the answer would be no, not because he didn't have to, but because he wouldn't do it anyway. It just seemed like you were forcing him every year to sleep in a children's bed with you, which was your old bed, for the whole Christmas period.
"Of course not. But this year we can buy a double bed to put in that room...?" He said desperately.
"It won't even fit!" You said, laughing.
"I just wanted to do something different." You reiterated, playing with a strand of his hair.
"A vacation...?" he suggested.
"Really? Do you have time?" you said excitedly, sitting up and looking him in the eyes. You hadn't suggested it only because you didn't know if he was available or not. Often during the holiday season, he had to go away on missions, whether for a few hours or a couple of days.
"I still have time, I'll organize myself for a few days," he said, eating a whole cookie without breaking it. On the one hand, you felt guilty for stealing Satoru Gojo from those who might need him, but on the other, it seemed fair to make up for all those moments that had slipped through your fingers for the same reason.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, swallowing his cookie.
"I don't know... you choose," you said. You had no idea where to go, either financially or otherwise.
"Okay, but can you give me some guidance? What do you like to do when you go on vacation?" he said, taking another cookie.
"I don't know, I've never been on vacation." You said naturally, it was simply the truth. The cookie fell on the table, breaking into three uneven pieces, while the crumbs spread not only on the table but also fell partly on the floor.
"That seems like an exaggerated reaction... especially because now we have to clean up..." you said, looking at the crumbs scattered across the floor.
"But how come you've never been on vacation?! And why haven't you told me in all these years?" he said.
"Because every time we tried, we had to cancel because of work, so I didn't want you to feel obligated to find a solution just for that reason." He picked up the cookie piece by piece and ate it, then picked up the crumbs from the table and put them on a napkin.
"I understand, don't worry. I'll take care of everything. And from now on, I'll take you on vacation at least twice a year, even if it's only for a short time. You need to catch up a bit," he said, hugging you again as you smiled.
"I appreciate it, but don't worry about it. Anyway... did you eat the stuff you burned, or did you throw it away?" you said, chuckling to tease him. He looked at you with an almost offended expression at your comment.
"I couldn't throw away a pancake!"
The journey had been long and tiring, but when you stopped in front of that cabin surrounded only by snow and mountains, you realized it was worth it. Of course, without your companion's noble origins, you wouldn't have gotten very far, but maybe for once you could be a little selfish too: without thinking about your family, about having to be useful, about helping. Perhaps you could just relax there, almost in the middle of nowhere, with only your partner for company.
"I think we'll have to postpone our walk, it's later than expected," he said with a smile as he reopened the cabin. In fact, at that time of year in Iceland, the hours of sunlight were very few. And indeed, it had already been completely dark for hours.
The wind was biting, the snow was up to your calves and above your knees in some places where you could walk, but of course that wasn't a problem for Gojo.
"I wouldn't have gone anyway! Open up, we need to turn on the heat!" you said with a laugh. You heard him laugh too, and as soon as he opened the door, you rushed inside with your snow-covered boots. Inside, the situation was no better. No one had been there for a while, and even though Gojo had had it cleaned before your arrival, it was cold inside too. He followed you, closing the heavy door behind you and turning on the light, obviously more for you than for himself, and then the heaters. You stopped in front of the door, your boots still covered in snow, wrapped in your scarf. When he saw you, he began to chuckle and slowly approached you without taking his eyes off you.
"Come on, don't leave me alone," he said languidly as he grabbed your coat to pull you closer. The heavy door closed behind you, the snow falling slowly outside, almost miraculously, a cold that left no hope. You were there alone with no chance of escape, at least for you. He had brought you there with the same ease with which he had brought you to his apartment in Tokyo for the first time, and instead you were in a corner of the world that was usually only accessible by helicopter in favorable weather. The situation was very different now: without him, you couldn't leave.
"I'm cold, you can't..." you said, laughing, thinking that to achieve his goal, you would have to remove much more than just the outer layer.
"I wanted to make a christmas tree, see the aurora..." you continued as he unzipped your coat.
"We have ten days to do all these things..." he hummed as he took it off,
"But also for what you want to do." He knelt down and started to take off your boots. As soon as he stood up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he pulled you away from the entrance. You began to feel the floor warming up. You smiled more relaxed as he put his hands on your thighs and pulled you up off the ground, pushing you with your legs and wrapping them around his hips.
"Yes, but I'm thoughtful. Someone here needs to warm up, right?" he said, carrying you to the bedroom. You were basically visiting this new house.
"I like this place. Shall we move here?" you said, only partially ironic. Deep down, you hoped he would say yes. He chuckled as he laid you on the bed. Still standing between your legs, he leaned over you and looked into your eyes:
"Please don't tempt me, I'm already conflicted about this. I might just lock us both in here forever." He said, resting his forehead on yours as he stared into your eyes.
You tightened your grip around his hips as his hands sank into the flesh of your thighs, slowly moving closer to your buttocks. The crotch of his pants was already pressing between your thighs, contrasting with a kiss that was almost too sweet for the position and firmness of his gestures. You reached out your hands towards him and began to unzip his sweater, which stopped about halfway down his chest. You began to pull it up so you could take it off. He released his grip on your legs and took it off, letting it fall to the ground along with another sweater and, finally, the thermal shirt that was in direct contact with his skin. He rested his left knee between your legs and slowly leaned his body over yours, placing his right hand back on your thigh. You brought your hands closer to his skin, which was almost blindingly white in the dark room, but you stopped just before you reached it.
"What's going on...?" he asked as he slowly lowered the collar of your remaining layers of clothing with the fingers of his free hand.
"My hands are cold," you chuckled, resting your head on the mattress, and only then did you notice a window that looked directly out onto the sky. You were so focused on your partner, immersed in the warmth of his arms, that you hadn't noticed it in the darkness of the room.
He took advantage of this to start removing a few layers of clothing from you too, and if it hadn't been for the heating, you probably wouldn't have let him. In the distance, you could hear the strong wind blowing against the windows. The sky was a deep blue that was barely perceptible. The more you looked at it, the more it seemed to sink into total blackness dotted with yellow, while a light whitish layer, almost like fog, began to overlap the stars, leaving their brightness visible. And as you watched that expanse through the window, partly dissociated from your companion's movements, you couldn't help but think that that controversial sky was leaving you with the same feeling you had the first time Satoru Gojo had looked deep into your eyes.
"Should I stop...?" You heard him whisper in your ear, his hand partially tucked into your panties while the other held your thermal shirt up to your waist, leaving you exposed from below your breasts.
"Actually, no, I can feel you... I'm just... I'm just looking at the sky, it's so different." You said as your fingers slowly ran over his shoulders, and for a moment you no longer felt cold, your body was reacting anyway, you had just lost yourself for a moment in that sky, remembering the first time he had lowered his blindfold in your presence, for you.
You felt your shirt being grabbed forcefully, and suddenly you felt your skin against the duvet. He pulled you completely under his body, blocking the sky from your view.
"I’ll only have sex with you if I have your full attention—let's make that clear. If all I needed was a body, I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble just to bring you here." He said in a serious and sharp tone that was unusual for him.
"I know, I know..." you sighed,
"I'm sorry... I just wanted..." You didn't know how to justify yourself. In reality, you weren't really thinking about anything else, you were thinking about him, just not the him of the present.
"Is it just the sky, or is there a problem?" he said, and now that seriousness was accompanied by a sense of vague concern.
"What? No, don't overthink it... the sky just reminded me of you somehow, and I got lost looking at it. There's no problem whatsoever," you said softly, barely able to look at him after that confession, but it was necessary to reassure him. He brought his face close to yours, smirking.
"No need to overthink it, I'm right here," he said, resuming kissing you. He slipped off your last layer as you caught your breath, leaving you wearing only your panties. You tried to focus on him, helping him unbuckle his belt as he unbuttoned his pants with more fervor than you would have expected, given the interruption. And while he was doing that, your eyes were drawn back to the sky, with a bright green flash spreading across it. You heard him sigh,
"I'm sorry." You said, embarrassed. After all, you wouldn't have liked it if he had stopped to look at something else while you were on top of him.But this time his smirk didn't disappear.
"Let's just say I'm not happy about it..." He stood up to take off his pants.
"I mean, having to fight for your attention. But maybe... I could give you both..." he said, pulling his boxers off as well. He came back to sit down, but next to you: completely naked. He made room for you between his legs and let you lean against him: your back against his chest, his hands removing your last defense, his body welcoming you like a shell, your faces turned toward that gap in the sky.
Your muscles relaxed completely against his warm skin and his strong presence, and for a moment you felt stupid for thinking you had no escape route. Perhaps it was your survival instinct that had spoken, but now it must have been silenced, because deep down, in that position, you would have died more than willingly.
"How is it...? Is it better now?" His hoarse, low voice struck you further as his hands caressed you, moving up and down your body in an affectionate gesture, trying to warm your skin, which was covered in goose bumps. But one of his hands moved down and didn't come back up, stopping right between your legs and starting to caress you with delicate, decisive movements, pressing carefully, one by one, on those spots that drove you crazy. It had taken you a while to understand each other's rhythms, but once that happened, there was no turning back. And in fact, his fingers knew exactly where to go and what to touch. His free hand followed suit, starting to caress you in the crease between your thigh and lower abdomen, while his member pressed against the small of your back.
"I'll have to do everything tonight, huh? I expect a nice reward then..." he whispered. And you smiled as you let yourself go completely helpless in his arms, knowing that you would choose the reward anyway, between handmade sweets, cuddles, or another session of sex.
"Deal..." you whispered as the sky began to fill with a few more colors. Satoru's fingers sank into your skin as green glowed in the sky, his free hand pressing on your stomach to pull you closer to him as the stars twinkled beneath that light whitish veil, and his intimacy crept inside you in a gesture as sudden as the explosion of colors in the sky. You moaned, and while your mind struggled to decide what to focus on, your body had no such problem reacting to that overload of stimuli. His fingers moved faster in contrast to the slower movements you felt ending right along your spine, given the depth. Your eyes were still looking at that colorful sky; seeing the Northern Lights is a dream for many people, but at that moment, your mind was completely captivated by Gojo.
Maybe he shouldn't have worried so much after all. With every movement, you moaned and writhed, your body finding a thousand different ways to let him know that the degree to which he bent his fingers, the depth of his thrusts, and the rhythm of the two movements were so right that you were completely addicted.
You caught your breath, your vision slowly trying to come back into focus as Satoru still held you in his arms.
You came back from the kitchen with hot chocolate and cookies. You still had to repay your debt, but you didn't think you would burst out laughing trying not to drop anything when you found him wrapped in Christmas lights. You put the tray on the coffee table.
"I think something went wrong," he said as he tried to free himself. You approached him and then passed him, and as you plugged it in, he began to get indignant.
"You should help me!" he said, while you laughed seeing the flashing lights decorating Satoru instead of the tree.
"You look beautiful like that." you said, continuing to laugh. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as best he could.
"But... deep down, I always am."
"I prefer you to a normal tree," you continued, amused. He stopped struggling with the light cords and stood still, looking at you with frightening seriousness, perhaps to simulate that Christmas tree.
And you thought that, after all, there was no need to move to Iceland. You didn't care about being at the edge of the world, at the epicenter, in a metropolis or in some remote countryside. You simply wanted to be by his side so you could relive that moment in a thousand different ways.
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Ti trascinasti in cucina con il pigiama che la sera prima era stato abbandonato a terra. Sentivi l'odore di una quasi colazione, c'era ancora un leggero odore di bruciato nell'aria, ma sorridesti appena lo vedesti seduto a tavola con solo i boxer addosso. Fuori faceva freddo, ovviamente avevate i riscaldamenti accesi, ma per te ci voleva coraggio a stare quasi nudi come se nulla fosse. In fondo ti stavi per lamentare proprio di questo.
"Ehi, buongiorno.." disse guardandoti con un certo sorrisetto, ma non lo rispondesti, restasti solo ferma accanto a lui a guardarlo quasi arrabbiata.
"Che è successo? Ti ho fatto anche la colazione.." disse lamentoso iniziando a sfoggiare i suoi soliti occhioni da: sono un cucciolo indifeso, non puoi arrabbiarti con me. Anche se non lo si poteva proprio definire indifeso.
"Mi hai lasciata sotto le coperte al freddo.." ti lamentasti. Appena sentì quelle parole il suo volto si illuminò, avvolgendo un braccio attorno alla tua vita per stringerti a sè fino a farti sedere sulle sue gambe. Ti accoccolasti subito contro di lui, appoggiando la tempia sulla sua spalla con il volto quasi nascosto nel suo collo e gli occhi chiusi già al 90%,
"Mi dispiace tanto, volevo solo prepararti la colazione." Disse con una vocina squillante,
"Che facciamo a Natale?" Dicesti piano, era qualcosa che gli volevi chiedere da qualche giorno. Ma volevi trovare un momento tranquillo, quel momento ti sembrava ieri sera prima di dormire, ma poi Satoru aveva parlato per primo proponendo altro. E non ti eri rifiutata. Lo sentisti ridere piano,
"Che ti va' di fare? Non vuoi tornare a casa perchè dici che sennò tua madre si arrabbia?" Disse con una certa voce di finto rimprovero ricoperto da ironia,
"Non tanto...cioè non è per cattiveria. Ma mi andrebbe di fare qualcosa di diverso. Ci possiamo andare per capodanno o viceversa...tu non devi andare dal tuo clan, no? Te lo chiedo ogni anno per sicurezza lo sai." Dicesti. Eri perfettamente a conoscenza che sarebbe stata no la risposta, non perchè non doveva, ma perchè comunque non l'avrebbe fatto. Semplicemente ti sembrava di obbligarlo ogni anno a dormire in un letto per bambini insieme a te, che era il tuo vecchio letto, per tutto il periodo di Natale.
"Ovviamente no. Però quest'anno possiamo comprare un letto matrimoniale da mettere in quella stanza..?" Disse disperato,
"Non ci entra nemmeno!" Dicesti ridendo.
"Volevo fare solo qualcosa di diverso." Ribadisti giocando con una ciocca dei suoi capelli,
"Una vacanza..?" Propose,
"Davvero? Ne hai il tempo?" Dicesti emozionata mettendoti seduta guardandolo negli occhi. Tu non lo avevi proposto solo perchè non sapevi se lui fosse disponibile o meno. Spesso durante il periodo di vacanze si doveva comunque allotanare per qualche missione, che fossero poche ore o un paio di giorni.
"Ho ancora tempo, mi organizzerò per qualche giorno." Disse mangiando un biscotto intero senza spezzarlo. In parte ti sentivi in colpa per rubare Satoru Gojo a chi poteva averne bisogno, dall'altro ti sembrava giusto per compensare tutti quei momenti che ti era sfuggito dalle mani per lo stesso motivo.
"Dove vuoi andare?" Ti chiese mandando giù il suo biscotto,
"Non saprei...scegli tu." Dicesti. Non sapevi assolutamente dove conveniva andare, sia a livello economico che non.
"Va bene, ma mi dai qualche indicazione? Cosa ti piace fare quando vai in vacanza?" Disse prendendo un altro biscotto,
"Non lo so, non ci sono mai andata in vacanza." Dicesti con naturalezza, era semplicemente la realtà. Il biscotto cadde sul tavolo rompendosi in tre parti disuguali mentre le briciole si espansero non solo sul tavolo ma in parte caddero anche a terra.
"Mi sembra una reazione esagerata...soprattutto perchè adesso dobbiamo pulire.." dicesti guardando le briciole sparse su un'area del pavimento.
"Ma come non sei mai andata in vacanza?! E in tutti questi anni perchè non me lo hai detto?" Disse,
"Perchè ogni volta che ci provavamo dovevamo disdire per il lavoro, quindi non volevo farti sentire in dovere di trovare una soluzione solo per questo motivo." Raccolse pezzo per pezzo il biscotto e lo mangiò, per poi raccogliere le briciole dal tavolo e metterle su un fazzoletto.
"Capito, tranquilla. Mi occuperò io di tutto. E da ora ti porterò in vacanza almeno due volte l'anno, anche se brevi. Devi recuperare un po'." Disse tornando a stringerti mentre sorridevi,
"Lo apprezzo, ma non crearti problemi per questo. Comunque....la roba che hai bruciato l'hai mangiata lo stesso, o l'hai buttata?" Dicesti ridacchiando per punzecchiarlo, ti guardò con un'aria quasi offesa dal tuo commento,
"Non potevo buttare un pancake!"
Il viaggio era stato lungo e stancante, ma quando vi fermaste davanti a quella baita circondati solo da neve e montagne ti rendesti conto che ne valeva la pena. Certo, senza le nobili origini del tuo compagno non saresti andata lontana, ma forse per una volta potevi essere un po' egoista anche tu: senza pensare alla tua famiglia, al dover essere utile, all'aiutare. Forse potevi solo rilassarti lì, quasi totalmente in mezzo al nulla, con la sola compagnia del tuo partner.
"Mi sa che dobbiamo rimandare per una passeggiata, si è fatto più tardi del previsto." Disse sorridendo mentre riapriva quella struttura. In effetti in quel periodo, in Islanda, le ore di sole erano veramente esigue. Ed infatti era già completamente buio da ore.
Il vento era penetrante, la neve ti arrivava a metà polpaccio e fin sopra al ginocchio in alcuni punti dove riuscivate a camminare, certo questo non era un problema di Gojo.
"Non ci sarei andata comunque! Apri che dobbiamo accendere i riscaldamenti!" Dicesti ridendo, lo sentisti ridere a sua volta, e non appena aprì la porta ti fiondasti dentro con gli scarponi tutti innevati. Dentro la situazione non era migliore, era un po' che nessuno entrava lì, e anche se Gojo l'aveva fatta ripulire prima del vostro arrivo, faceva freddo anche all'interno. Ti seguì richiudendo la pesante porta dietro di voi e accese la luce, ovviamente per te più che per lui, e al seguito i riscaldamenti. Ti fermasti davanti alla porta con ancora gli scarponi sporchi di neve avvolta nella tua sciarpa, quando ti vide iniziò a ridacchiare e si avvicinò lentamente senza spostare lo sguardo dal tuo,
"Dai, non mi lasciare solo" disse languido mentre ti afferrava dal cappotto per avvicinarti. La pesante porta chiusa dietro di te, la neve fuori che cadeva piano, quasi per miracolo, un freddo che non lasciava speranza. Eravate lì da soli senza possibilità di fuga, almeno per te. Ti aveva portato lì con la stessa facilità con cui ti aveva portata la prima volta al suo appartamento a Tokyo, e invece eravate in un angolo del mondo mediamente raggiungibili solo da elicotteri con un meteo favorevole. La situazione quindi era ben diversa adesso: tu, senza di lui, da lì non potevi andare via.
"Io ho freddo non puoi.." dicesti ridendo pensando che per raggiungere il suo obiettivo dovevi togliere ben più dello strato più esterno,
"Volevo fare l'albero, vedere l'aurora.." continuasti mentre abbassava la zip del tuo cappotto.
"Abbiamo dieci giorni per fare tutte queste cose.." canticchiò togliendolo,
"Ma anche per quello che vuoi fare tu." Si inginocchiò iniziando a sfilarti gli scarponi. Appena si rimise in piedi legasti le braccia attorno al suo collo, ti trascinò con sè lontana dall'ingresso. Iniziasti a sentire il pavimento riscaldarsi. Sorridesti più rilassata mentre mettendo le mani sulle tue cosce ti tirò a sè sollevandoti da terra, ti desti una spinta con le gambe legandole poi attorno ai suoi fianchi.
"Sì, ma sono premuroso. Qualcuno qui ha bisogno di riacaldarsi, no?" Disse portandoti in stanza da letto, in pratica stavi visitando così quella nuova casa.
"Mi piace questo posto, ci trasferiamo?" Dicesti, eri solo parzialmente ironica, in fondo forse speravi ti dicesse di sì. Ridacchiò mentre ti appoggiava sul letto. Ancora in piedi, tra le tue gambe, si sporse su di te guardandoti negli occhi:
"Non tentarmi per favore, sono già in conflitto in merito. Potrei solo chiudere entrambi qui dentro per sempre." Disse appoggiando la fronte sulla tua mentre puntava gli occhi nei tuoi. Stringesti la presa attorno ai suoi fianchi mentre le sue mani affondavano nella carne delle tue cosce avvicinandosi a rilento ai tuoi glutei.
Il cavallo dei pantaloni premava già tra le tue cosce in contrasto con un bacio quasi troppo dolce per la posizione e la fermezza dei suoi gesti. Allungasti le mani verso di lui iniziando ad abbassare la zip del suo maglioncino che si fermava a circa metà del suo petto, iniziasti a tirarla su per poterla sfilare, lasciò la presa sulle tue gambe e se la tolse lasciandola cadere a terra insieme ad un'altra maglia, e all'ultimo strano della maglia termica che era a contatto diretto contro la sua pelle. Appoggiò il ginocchio sinistro tra le tue gambe e lentamente sporse il proprio corpo sopra al tuo tornando a posizionare la mano destra sulla tua coscia. Avvicinasti le mani alla sua pelle di un bianco quasi accecante nella stanza buia, ma ti fermasti poco prima,
"Che succede..?" Ti chiese mentre con le dita della mano libera, lentamente, abbassava il colletto dei tuoi strati di vestiti ancora presenti.
"Ho le mani fredde." Ridacchiasti appoggiandoti con la testa sul materasso, e solo in quel momento ti rendesti conto di una finestra che dava direttamente sul cielo. Eri talmente concentrata sul tuo partner immersa nel calore delle sue braccia, che nel buio della stanza non ci avevi ancora fatto caso.
Ne approfittò per iniziare a sfilare qualche strato di troppo anche a te, e se non fosse stato per i riscaldamenti, probabilmente non glielo avresti permesso. In lontananza si sentiva il vento forte che sbatteva contro le vetrate, il cielo era di un blu intenso che si percepiva appena, più lo si guardava e più sembrava di affondare nel nero più totale punteggiato di giallo, mentre un leggero strato biancastro quasi come nebbia inizava a sovrapporsi alle stelle lasciando visibile la luminosità. E mentre osservavi quella distesa attraverso quella finestra, in parte dissociata dai movimenti del tuo compagno, non potevi che pensare che quel cielo così controverso ti stava lasciando la stessa sensazione della prima volta che Satoru Gojo aveva affondato gli occhi nei tuoi.
"Devo fermarmi...?" Sentisti in un sussurro all'orecchio, la sua mano era parzialmente infilata nei tuoi slip mentre l'altra teneva alzata la tua maglia termica fino alla vita, lasciandoti scoperta da sotto al seno.
"A dire il vero no, io ti sto sentendo..sono solo...sto solo guardando il cielo, è così diverso." Dicesti mentre lentamente le tue dita passavano sulle sue spalle, e per un attimo non pensavi più di avere freddo, il tuo corpo stava comunque reagendo, ti eri solo persa per un istante in quel cielo ricordando la prima volta che aveva abbassato la sua benda in tua presenza, per te.
Sentisti la tua maglietta essere afferrata con forza, e ad un tratto sentisti la pelle contro il piumone, ti trascinò completamente sotto la sua figura facendo sparire il cielo dal tuo campo visivo,
"Io farò sesso con te solo se mi darai tutte le tue attenzioni, mi sembra chiaro. Se avessi bisogno solo di un corpo non avrei motivo per fare i salti mortali e portarti fin qui." Disse in un tono serio e tagliente che di solito non gli apparteneva.
"Lo so, lo so..." sospirasti,
"Scusa...volevo solo..." non sapevi come giustificarti, in realtà non stavi propriamente pensando ad altro, pensavi comunque a lui solo non al lui del presente.
"È solo per il cielo o c'è qualche problema?" Disse e adesso a quella serietà si era aggiunto un senso di vaga preoccupazione,
"Cosa? No, non farti troppi giri mentali...semplicemente il cielo mi ricordava te in qualche modo e mi sono persa a guardarlo. Non c'è alcun tipo di problema." dicesti piano riuscendo appena a guardarlo dopo quella confessione, ma era necessaria per rassicurarlo. Avvicinò il volto al tuo sogghignando,
"Non c'è bisogno che pensi troppo, io sono esattamente qui." Disse riprendendo a baciarti. Ti sfilò l'ultimo strato mentre riprendevate fiato lasciandoti con solo gli slip addosso. Cercasti di concentrarti su di lui, aiutandolo a sfilarsi la cintura dei pantaloni mentre lui li sbottonava con più foga di quanto ti saresti aspettata, data l'interruzione. E mentre lui si occupava di quello i tuoi occhi vennero attirati di nuovo al cielo, con un lampo di un verde acceso che si estendeva in esso. Lo sentisti sospirare,
"Scusami." Dicesti imbarazzata, in fondo nemmeno a te avrebbe fatto piacere se lui si fosse soffermato a guardare altro mentre tu gli eri addosso. Ma questa volta il suo sorrisetto non scomparve,
"Diciamo che non ne sono felice.." si rimise in piedi per sfilarsi i pantaloni,
"Voglio dire, dover lottare per la tua attenzione. Ma forse...potrei darti entrambe le cose.." disse portando via dalla sua pelle anche i boxer. Tornò a sistemarsi, ma accanto a te: completamente nudo. Ti lasciò spazio tra le sue gambe e ti fece appoggiare a sè: la schiena contro il suo petto, le mani che ti sfilavano la tua ultima difesa, il suo corpo che ti accogliava come un guscio, i vostri volti rivolti a quello squarcio verso il cielo.
I tuoi muscoli si rilassarono completamente contro la sua pelle calda e la sua forte presenza, e per un istante ti eri sentita stupida ad aver pensato a non avere vie di fuga, forse era l'istinto di sopravvivenza che aveva parlato ma adesso doveva essere stato zittito, perchè in fondo in quella posizione ci saresti morta più che volentieri.
"Com'è...? Va' meglio adesso?" La sua voce roca e bassa ti colpì ulteriormente mentre le sue mani ti accarezzavano facendo su e giù lungo il tuo corpo in un gesto affettuoso, nel tentativo di riscaldare un po' la tua pelle che era ricoperta da brividi. Ma una delle sue mani scese e non risalì più, si fermò proprio tra le tue gambe iniziando ad accarezzarti con movimenti delicati e decisi, a premere uno ad uno con accuretezza quei punti che ti facevano impazzire. Ci avevate messo un po' per capire i ritmi della rispettiva persona, ma una volta successo non si torna più indietro.
E infatti le sue dita sapevano esattamente dove andare e cosa toccare. La mano libera si accodò iniziando ad accarezzarti nella piega tra le tua coscia e il basso ventre, mentre il suo membro premeva sul fondo della tua schiena.
"Stasera dovrò fare tutto io, eh? Mi aspetto una bella ricompensa poi..." sussurrò. E tu sorridesti mentre ti lasciavi andare completamente inerme tra le sue braccia, consapevole che quella ricompensa l'avresti scelta comunque tu tra dolci fatti a mano, coccole o un'altra sessione di sesso.
"Affaro fatto.." sussurrasti mentre il cielo incominciava a rimpiersi di qualche altro colore. Le dite di Satoru affondarono nella tua pelle mentre il verde brillava nel cielo, la sua mano libera premeva sul tuo ventre per avvicinarti a sè mentre le stelle luccicavano sotto quel leggero velo biancastro, e la sua intimità si insinuò dentro di te in un gesto tanto improvviso quanto l'esplosione dei colori nel cielo. Gemesti, e mentre la tua mente faticava a decidere su cosa concentrarsi il tuo corpo non avevo lo stesso problema a reagire a quel sovraccarico di stimoli.
Le sue dita si muovevano più velocemente in contrasto ai movimenti più lenti che sentivi però finire proprio lungo la spina dorsale, data la profondità. I tuoi occhi guardavano ancora quel cielo colorato, vedere l'aurora boreale è il sogno di molte persone, ma in quel momento la tua mente venne completamente catturata da Gojo. Forse non avrebbe dovuto preoccuparsi così tanto in fondo. Ad ogni movimento gemevi, ti contorcevi, il tuo corpo aveva mille modi diversi per fargli capire che il grado in cui aveva piegato le dita, la profondità delle sue spinte, e il ritmo dei due movimenti era così giusto da averti completamente assuefatta.
Riprendesti fiato, la tua vista cercava di tornare lentamente a fuoco mentre Satoru ti stringeva ancora tra le braccia.
Tornasti dalla cucina con cioccolata calda e biscotti, dovevi ancora sdebitarti, ma non pensavi che saresti scoppiata a ridere cercando di non far cadere nulla mentre lo trovavi avvolto nelle lucine natalizie. Posasti il vassoio sul tavolo da caffè,
"Credo che qualcosa sia andato per il verso sbagliato." Disse mentre cercava di liberarsi, ti avvicinasti per poi superarlo, e nel mentre che tu inserivi la presa nella corrente lui iniziava ad indignarsi,
"Dovresti aiutarmi!" Diceva, mentre ridevi vedendo le lucine ad intermittenza addobbare Satoru invece che l'albero.
"Mi sembri bellissimo così." Dicesti continuando a ridere, sospirò passandosi una mano tra i capelli per quanto potesse riuscirci,
"Ma...in fondo lo sono sempre."
"Ti preferisco ad un albero normale." Continuasti divertita. Smise di lottare contro i cavi delle luci e rimase immobile a guardarti con una serietà spaventosa: forse per simulare quell'albero di Natale.
E pensasti che in fondo non c'era bisogno di trasferirsi in Islanda, non ti importava essere al confine del mondo, all'epicentro, in una metropoli o in una qualsiasi campagna sperduta, desiderasti essergli semplicemente accanto per poter rivivere quel momento in altre mille sfumature diverse.
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Extract: "Perhaps more than a curse, it's a kind of prayer infused with his cursed energy..."
You held your suitcase tightly and rearranged your rucksack on your shoulders as you got off the train. There were lots of people, but you slowly made your way through the crowd. There was general confusion due to the rush hour. But when you felt someone grab your rucksack, you turned around in fright. Being a Special Grade did not mean you were immune to fear.
"Gotcha." His voice was unmistakable, even after a little over a year. You smiled,
"Sensei..."
"Stop it!" he interrupted you.
"You could have let me finish, though..." you said, more ironically than offended.
"Aren't you going to greet your old sensei?" he said, spreading his arms. You looked at him in surprise. He looked even taller than you remembered, his blindfold was now black, while his uniform was the same as ever. You approached him, a little perplexed, blushing. For a moment, you thought it was just a way to laugh, that he would reactivate the Infinity at the last moment to shield us. Instead, you ended up right against his chest.
"Can you say that?" you said, laughing. You leaned against him, but before you could wrap your arms around him, he took your rucksack off your shoulders and placed it on the suitcase you had left just a step behind you. You wrapped your arms around him and closed your eyes for a moment. Usually people didn't greet each other so intimately in a crowd, but what did it matter to Satoru Gojo if he wanted a hug?
His scent enveloped you, his arms held you tight enough to make you realise this wasn't going to be a quick hug. You could feel a sense of awkwardness in the air; perhaps even he hadn't expected to react this way. But deep down, it wasn't so absurd; you had spent an entire year together almost every day, and then suddenly almost nothing for more than a year. Until, after that night parade, you received a call. When you saw the name on the screen: Gojo Sensei. You thought you had read it wrong. It took you a few seconds to respond, first to focus your eyes, and then with trembling fingers, hoping not to make a mistake and click the button: Reject.
You could feel from that hug that something was wrong. His body told you so in every detail, from his tense muscles to his heavy breathing to that contact that lasted longer than necessary. The strongest sorcerer of the century was nothing more than a human being. That label made him something mythical and confined him to those six words, yet he was much more than that. Satoru Gojo needed a hug from someone he trusted.
"Satoru-San... what's wrong...?" You whispered, and he rested his head on yours, preventing you from looking at his face.
"What's wrong... ? Nothing, nothing... you know, all the fuss with the parade and everything... in short, yes, it's just complicated to sort things out," He said, letting you go. Unfortunately, his blindfold prevented you from looking him in the eyes, but his voice said a lot. He took your rucksack and put it on his shoulder.
"I can carry it, there's really no need..." you said, taking the suitcase.
"Come on! Don't treat me like an old man!" he continued, his voice becoming more ringing again, instantly drowning out the previous tone.
"Come on, Ijichi is waiting for us. Let's go back to the institute," he said with a smile. You followed him in silence and stayed a few steps behind in the crowd. His hand gripped the strap of the rucksack. Looking at him with just that little bit of detachment mixed in with his words running through your head, you realised that he didn't just need help with the new student, Satoru Gojo needed someone to rely on, someone he trusted, someone to help him carry the burden of having to fix everything.
You put the suitcase in the boot of the car, and when Gojo put the rucksack in before closing it, you at least took your phone out of it.
"I'm offended, the journey may be long, but it won't be boring with me, you should know that!" he said, his expression reminding you of an overgrown child. It unsettled you so much that it was almost too funny.
"No, it's just that I have to be called back to cancel a mission I had accepted, because someone called me saying it was a very urgent situation and ordering me to leave immediately." You said with a smile as you got into the car. He followed you, getting in on your side, forcing you to move against the other door. You barely greeted Ijichi, who tried to answer you but froze when he heard Gojo's voice.
"Because it's important!" he emphasised, slamming the door shut, almost offended by your remark.
"You still have it. But why didn't you open it?"
"What?"
"The omamori, I saw it in the pocket of your backpack when you opened it. And then I could feel it, but I thought you had opened it!"
"But it doesn't open!" you said, laughing.
"You never told me if it was for protection or good luck, but in any case, it must remain closed!" You smiled amusedly at every expression that changed, showing his disagreement. His knee pressed against your leg. There was a moment of silence, you continued to blush, and you continued to hope you could come to terms with it. Your fingers clenched the phone as you looked out the window. It was so strange to see him again after so long, you thought it was just a childish teenage crush, like when you see a celebrity or an idol. But you realised you were wrong when you got excited just seeing his name on your phone screen when he called you. It was more than just a trivial crush.
And perhaps the omamori was proof of that. You tied it to the zip of your rucksack so you could always keep an eye on it, until a little girl, fascinated by the carefully embroidered bag, picked it up and screamed loudly. Her mother looked at you worriedly, as if you had done something to her. But luckily, you were just reading a book. You pretended to give her some cream, but it was nothing more than a moisturiser, and you took the opportunity to treat her with the Reverse Cursed Technique. At that moment, you realised that the object was vaguely dangerous, not for you, but for others, so you confined it inside your rucksack.
Throughout the journey, Gojo relaxed his muscles against the seat, resting his head, as if he wanted to fall asleep. Especially because he was unusually quiet and calm. You didn't dare break the silence; something was wrong, and you didn't know why yet. If he needed silence, you certainly wouldn't object. You thanked Ijichi before getting out of the car, or at least you did. You both retrieved your things from the boot and walked towards the entrance of Jujutsu Tech.
"Thank you too, by the way, I didn't think you'd come all the way to the station. I'm sorry I kept you in the car for so long because of the traffic," you said.
"I couldn't let you come here alone anyway. You would have had to get out of a taxi at some random spot and walk here with all this stuff. It would have been dangerous and unnecessarily stressful," he said, strangely serious. You nodded. He took you inside the building and back to your old room.
"I didn't think it would be free," You said with a smile. It was empty now, but you remembered perfectly how it had been the year before. At first, you were afraid of moving from Kyoto to Tokyo, but since you arrived, you had done nothing but think about how nice it would have been if you had started there directly. You put down your suitcase and backpack while Gojo was behind you.
"Seriously, what's going on...?" you said, turning to him.
"What?"
"Stop pretending, Satoru-San... I've seen you for over a year straight, every single day. What happened? It can't be just because of your new student. If it were because of him, you'd be bursting with joy. So can you tell me what's going on? After all, if you called me, there must be a reason." You said. It wasn't like you to be so direct and bold, and you certainly would never have done so with someone like him who, even if he told you to drop all formalities, was still your mentor and, in part, your hero.
"Let's go now, I want to introduce you to my new students. We'll think about the rest later," he said, walking away but without rushing, to allow you to catch up with him as soon as you got moving. So you closed the door and joined him without saying another word. It was clear that he wanted someone's support, and you were more than sure that it had something to do with the parade a few weeks earlier. But you couldn't force him to talk to you about it, so you just stood silently beside him.
As soon as he touched the grass, there was a thud, and for a moment you thought you were experiencing déjà vu, only this time you were on the other side.
"Are you okay?" you asked, looking at him carefully to make sure he wasn't hurt, ready to heal him with the Reverse Cursed Technique. You believed that you didn't have to be seriously injured to say you had trained hard.
"Y-yes... I'm fine..." said Yuta, sitting down on the grass and trying to catch his breath. He was a very thoughtful and introspective guy, perhaps more so than you, so you gave him time to recover and handed him some water and a towel you had in your rucksack, then sat down in front of him with your back against a tree trunk.
"Sensei was right... you're not just strong, you understand what you see," he said. You looked at him, surprised both by his boldness and by the compliment, which, although coming from him, also came from Gojo.
"Thank you, but it's mostly his doing, really. I think if I hadn't moved here, I'd still be trying to figure out how to expand a domain." You admitted,
"Are you also bound by some curse...?"
"Me...? No, why?" As soon as he heard that denial, he blushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I thought that since you were able to give me all that advice, and because of the different energy I feel when I'm near you, it was because of a curse or a shikigami..." he admitted.
"Don't worry. But no, none of that. I just think you sensed this..." You stood up and took the omamori out of your backpack.
"Satoru gave it to me for my graduation day. I've never opened it, but I think there's more to it than just Satoru's cursed energy. It's as if there's a real curse on it. But I've never opened it," you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush as you looked at the small cloth object.
"Curses are used against those we fight, so maybe it's not suitable, senpai."
"What do you mean?" you said.
"Perhaps more than a curse, it's a kind of prayer infused with his cursed energy. Don't you think it makes more sense if it's a graduation gift? I mean... if it was meant to be a good luck charm..." You looked at that little omamori with confusion. In fact, since you had it with you, things had been going better, and those few days when you forgot it always seemed to have an extra weight. Of course, your life's problems weren't solved, but all those little accidents like a sprained foot, a crowd of people pressing around you, huge queues in bars or shops, a drink accidentally spilled. It seemed that none of those little things happened to you anymore, and perhaps with people it had the same effect as Satoru's Infinity. You put the little bag in your pocket and said goodbye to Yuta. You had a date with Satoru, or rather you tried to convince yourself that it wasn't because it seemed almost impossible. It was just tea in a pastry shop that he liked, of course. But you still didn't know the reason. You washed quickly given the time and dressed better than usual, but without overdoing it. And you tied the omamori to your bag, keeping it inside to avoid any problems. It had something special about it, just like the sensei who had given it to you. Smiling, you left your room to wait for him outside Jujutsu Tech. He had gone on a mission that day, and you expected him to have arranged everything at the last minute. Instead, he was waiting for you dressed in a shirt, smart trousers and a more casual jacket. Perhaps even he didn't want to overdo it. Although that wasn't like Satoru. You smiled and blushed when you saw him.
"So...? What did you want to tell me?" you said, following him. The whole time, he had done nothing but remain vague, talking about his day or other things. Of course you were interested, but the anxiety of knowing what he really wanted to tell you was eating you alive. The park had slowly begun to empty as the sun was finally leaving the sky above you for the day. So, as the children picked up their toys from the ground to follow their parents, you found yourself following Satoru, clutching the bag with your precious omamori inside. He sat down and invited you to do the same. Reluctantly, you soon discovered that this meeting was not what you had hoped it would be.
"This is your third week here, (T/n)," he said.
"I know perfectly well that you are here for me. Because I haven't answered your questions yet. And don't get me wrong, I don't mind you being here, but I don't want you to feel tied down by my presence..." he said with a bitter sigh.
"I called you because I needed your presence, someone I could trust blindly, who understood my irony but who would keep me grounded after what happened..." he said, watching the sky slowly fill with stars.
But you were looking at his face, feeling that bitterness in your mouth, that hope shattering like glass piercing your stomach.
"I've been very selfish over the years, towards him and towards you. But I can't force anyone to do anything, and even more so, I can't do it with him, with you," he said, turning to look at you.
"You still have that omamori with you, don't you?" he said, looking at you. You clutched the bag to your chest, as if worried he wanted to take it away from you.
"Yes, why?" You didn't ask any questions about the rest, not because you didn't care, but because it seemed like an open wound and you didn't have the tools to help him with it, let alone enough information.
"Because I want to free you from that seal. You've never tried to remove it over the years, have you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have carried it around with you all this time. But I'll let you in on a little secret: it's a small object infused with my cursed energy, but unlike the others, it can only be dissolved by the person who infused it."
"Okay, so what? Why would you want to remove it? I like it the way it is, it's brought me a lot of luck all this time." You said, looking down at your bag. He looked at you, slightly surprised.
"Really? I thought that, kind as you are, you didn't like making people feel nauseous when you walked by to keep them away from you."
"Well, I'm sorry, yes. But I don't like being surrounded by people, and besides, it's brought me a lot of luck. It's like Yuta's curse, isn't it? It protects him, but it's a danger to everyone else..." you said, placing your hands on his. You saw him blush and almost flinch at your touch.
"...You're no longer my student, but I should still be an example to you and guide you. So I apologise..." he said, looking like a fifteen-year-old boy too embarrassed to confess his feelings to his crush. He squeezed your hands and moved closer until his lips pressed against yours. You relaxed against him.
"Well, Yuta is my distant cousin, you know?" You burst out laughing. The first thing he had said to you was completely out of place, but he was obviously too embarrassed and needed to distract himself.
"That explains a lot," you said, leaning against his shoulder.
_ THE END _
OMAMORI: An omamori is a small bag, usually made of fabric, traditionally kept closed. It is given as a gift for good luck or protection.
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[ 🇮🇹 VERSIONE ITALIANA]
Tenesti stretta la valigia e lo zaino risistemandolo sulle spalle mentre scendevi dal treno. La gente era tanta ma lentamente ti facesti spazio, c'era una confusione generale dettata dall'orario di punta. Ma quando ti sentisti afferrare lo zaino ti voltasti spaventata. Essere un grado speciale non voleva dire essere immune alla paura.
"Presa." La sua voce era inconfondibile anche dopo poco più di un anno. Sorridesti,
"Sens.."
"Smettila!" Ti interruppe.
"Potevi lasciarmi finire però..." dicesti più ironicamente che offesa.
"Allora non saluti il tuo vecchio sensei?" Disse allargando le braccia. Lo guardasti sorpresa. Dalla sua figura sembrava ancora più alto di quanto tu non ricordassi, la sua benda ora era nera, mentre la divisa era sempre la stessa. Ti avvicinasti un po' perplessa, arrossendo. Per un attimo pensasti che fosse solo un modo per ridere, che avrebbe riattivato l'infinito all'ultimo per scherarci su. E invece finisti proprio contro il suo petto.
"Tu però puoi dirlo?" Dicesti ridendo. Ti appoggiasti contro di lui, ma prima di avvolgere le braccia attorno alla sua figura, ti tolse lo zaino dalle spalle appoggiandolo sulla tua valigia che avevi lasciato giusto un passo dietro di te. Avvolgesti le braccia attorno alla sua figura, e per un attimo chiudesti gli occhi. Di solito le persone non si salutavano così intimamente tra la folla, ma cosa poteva mai importare a Satoru Gojo se voleva un abbraccio?
Il suo profumo ti invase, le sue braccia ti strinsero abbastanza forti da farti capire che non sarebbe stato un abbraccio veloce. Sentivi nell'aria un senso d'imbrazzo, forse nemmeno lui si aspettava di reagire così. Ma in fondo non era tanto assurdo, avevate passato un anno intero quasi tutti i giorni insieme, e poi all'improvviso quasi niente più per più di un anno. Fin quando dopo quella parata notturna, non ti è arrivata una chiamata. Quando vedesti scritto sullo schermo: Gojo Sensei. Pensavi di aver letto male, ci mettesti secondi interi a rispondere prima per mettere a fuoco con gli occhi, e poi con le dita tremanti sperando di non sbagliare e cliccare il tasto: Rifiuta.
Sentivi da quell'abbraccio che qualcosa non andava. Il suo corpo te lo indicava in ogni dettaglio, dai muscoli tesi, al respiro pesante, a quel contatto tenuto più a lungo del necessario. Lo stregone più forte del secolo, non era altro che un umano, quella dicitura lo rendeva qualcosa di mitico, e lo confinava in quelle sei parole eppure era molto più di questo. Satoru Gojo aveva bisogno di un abbraccio da una persona fidata.
"Satoru-San...che succede..?" Sussurrasti, lui appoggiò la testa sulla tua, impedendoti di guardarlo in volto.
"Che succede..? Niente, niente..lo sai tutto il chiasso con la parata e altro..insomma sì, è solo complicato sistemare le cose." Disse lasciandoti andare, la sua benda purtroppo non ti permetteva di guardarlo negli occhi, ma in fondo la sua voce diceva molto. Prese il tuo zaino mettendoselo in spalla,
"Posso portarlo io, non c'è bisogno davvero.." dicesti prendendo la valigia.
"Andiamo! Non trattarmi da vecchio!" Continuò, la sua voce divenne di nuovo più squillante, soffocando in un attimo il tono precedente.
"Vieni, Ijichi ci sta aspettando. Torniamo all'istituto." Disse sorridente. Lo seguisti in silenzio e tra la folla restasti qualche passetto indietro. La sua mano stringeva la cinghia dello zaino. E guardandolo con giusto quel piccolo distacco miste alle sue parole che ti si rigiravano in testa capisti che non aveva bisogno d'aiuto solo con il nuovo studente, Satoru Gojo aveva bisogno di qualcuno su cui contare, di qualcuno di cui si fidava, di qualcuno che lo aiutasse a portare quel peso di dover mettere tutto a posto.
Sistemasti la valigia nel cofano dell'auto, e quando Gojo ci sistemò lo zaino prima di chiuderlo, prendesti almeno il telefono dall'interno.
"Mi sento offeso, il viaggio sarà pure lungo, ma non sarà noioso con me dovresti saperlo!" Disse, quell'espressione non poteva che ricordarti un bambino troppo cresciuto. Ti destabilizzava tanto da essere fin troppo divertente.
"No, è solo che devo essere richiamata per disdire una missione che avevo accettato, perchè qualcuno mi ha chiamata dicendo che era una situazione molto urgente, intimandomi di partire subito." Dicesti sorridendo mentre salivi in auto, ti seguì salendo dal tuo stesso lato obbligandoti a spostarti contro l'altro sportello. Salutasti appena Ijichi, che tentò di risponderti ma si bloccò sentendo la voce di Gojo.
"Perchè è una cosa importante!" Sottolineò chiudendo lo sportello con violenza quasi offeso dalla tua puntualizzazione,
"Ce l'hai ancora. Ma perchè non l'hai aperto?"
"Cosa?"
"L'omamori, l'ho visto nel taschino dello zaino quando l'hai aperto. E poi lo sentivo, ma pensavo lo avessi aperto!"
"Ma quello non si apre!" Dicesti ridendo,
"Non mi hai mai detto se fosse per protezione o un porta fortuna, ma in ogni caso deve restare chiuso!" Sorridevi divertita ad ogni espressione che cambiava mostrando il suo disaccordo. Il suo ginocchio si spinse contro la tua gamba. Ci fu un attimo di silenzio, continuavi ad arrossire, e continuavi a sperare di fartene una ragione. Le tue dita stringevano il telefono mentre guardavi fuori dal finestrino. Era così strano rivederlo dopo tanto tempo, pensavi che fosse solo una cotta infatile da adolescente, come quando vedi una celebrità o un idol. Ma ti sei resa conto di sbagliarti quando ti sei agitata solo nel vedere il nome sullo schermo del tuo telefono quando ti aveva chiamata. Era più di una banale cotta.
E forse l'omamori ne era una prova, lo legasti alla cerniera del tuo zaino per tenerlo sempre sott'occhio, questo fin quando una bambina affascinata dal sacchetto ricamato con tanta cura non lo prese tra le mani, gridò forte, la madre ti guardò preoccupata come se le avessi fatto qualcosa. Ma per fortuna tu stavi solo leggendo un libro. Fingesti di darle una crema, ma non era più che una crema idratante e ne approfittasti per curarla con la tecnica dell'inversione. In quel momento ti rendesti conto che quell'oggetto era vagamente pericoloso, non per te, ma per gli altri sì e lo confinasti all'interno del tuo zaino.
Per tutto il viaggio Gojo rilassò i muscoli contro il sedilo, appoggiando la testa, sembrava di volersi quasi addormentare. Soprattutto perchè era insolitamente silenzioso e tranquillo. Non osasti interrompere quel silenzio, c'era qualcosa che non andava e non sapevi ancora il motivo. Se aveva bisogno di silenzio, non ti saresti di certo opposta. Ringraste Ijichi prima di scendere dall'auto, o almeno tu. Riprendeste insieme le tue cose dal bagagliaio e vi incamminaste verso l'interno della Jujustu Tech.
"Grazie anche a te comunque, non pensavo sareste venuti fino alla stazione. Mi dispiace avervi confinati tutto quel tempo in auto a causa del traffico." Dicesti,
"Non potevo lasciarti arrivare fin qui da sola comunque. Ti saresti dovuta far fermare in un punto casuale da un taxi, e raggiungerci con tutta questa roba dietro. Sarebbe stato pericoloso e inutilmente stressante." Disse stranamente serio. Annuisti. Ti portò fino all'interno della struttura, riportandoti alla tua vecchia stanza,
"Non pensavo fosse libera." Dicesti con un sorriso, era vuota adesso, ma ricordavi perfettamente tutto com'era l'anno prima. In un primo momento avevi paura di esserti trasferita da Kyoto a Tokyo, eppure da quando eri arrivata non avevi fatto altro che pensare a quanto sarebbe stato bello se solo avessi iniziato direttamente da lì. Posasti valigia e zaino, mentre Gojo era alle tue spalle.
"Seriamente, che succede...?" Dicesti voltandoti verso di lui,
"Cosa?"
"La smetti di fingere, Satoru-San..? Ti ho visto per più di un anno di fila, ogni singolo giorno. Cos'è successo? È impossibile che sia solo per il tuo studente nuovo. Se fosse per lui staresti sprizzando gioia da tutti i pori. Quindi mi puoi dire cosa sta succedendo? In fondo se mi hai chiamata c'è un motivo." Dicesti. Non era da te essere così diretta e sfrontata, e sicuramente non l'avresti mai fatto con qualcuno come lui che, anche se ti intimava di togliere tutte le formalità, per te restava comunque la tua guida e in parte il tuo eroe.
"Andiamo adesso voglio presentarti i miei nuovi studenti. Al resto penseremo più tardi." Disse allontanandosi ma senza fretta, per permetterti di raggiungerlo non appena ti fossi mobilitata. Quindi chiudesti la porta e lo raggiungesti senza dire altro. Era chiaro che volesse il sostegno di qualcuno, ed eri più che sicura che aveva a che fare con la parata di qualche settimana prima. Ma non potevi obbligarlo a parlarne con te quindi restasti in silenzio semplicemente accanto a lui.
Appena toccò l'erba si sentì un tonfo, e per poco ti sembrò di avere un déjà vu solo che questa volta tu eri dall'altro lato.
"Stai bene?" Chiedesti guardandolo attentamente per assicurarti che non si fosse ferito, pronta a guarirlo con la tecnica dell'inversione. Eri del parere che non era necessario ferirsi gravemente per poter dire di esserti allenato sul serio.
"S..sì...sto bene.." disse Yuta sedendosi sull'erba cercando di riprendere respiro. Era un tipo molto riflessivo e introspettivo, forse più di te, quindi gli lasciasti tempo per riprendersi e gli passasti dell'acqua e un asciugamano che avevi nel tuo zaino sedendoti poi di fronte a lui appoggiando la schiena al tronco di un albero.
"Il sensei aveva ragione...non sei solo forte, riesci a capire cosa vedi." Disse, lo guardasti sorpresa sia per l'audacia da parte sua, sia per quel complimento che seppur detto da lui proveniva anche da Gojo.
"Grazie, ma è più che altro merito suo in realtà. Penso che se non mi fossi trasferita qui, starei ancora cercando di capire come espandere un dominio." Ammettesti,
"Sei anche tu legata a qualche maledizione..?"
"Io...? No, perchè?" Appena sentì quella negazione arrossì d'imbarazzo,
"S..scusami, pensavo che dato che riuscivi a darmi tutti quei consigli, e per l'energia diversa che si percepisce standoti vicina fosse a cusa di una maledizione, o uno shikigami.." ammise.
"Non preoccuparti. Ma no niente di tutto questo. Semplicemente penso che tu abbia percepito questo.." ti alzasti e tirasti fuori l'omamori dal tuo zaino,
"Me l'ha regalato Satoru per il giorno del mio diploma. Non l'ho mai aperto, ma penso ci sia qualcosa di più di semplice energia maledetta di Satoru, è come se ci fosse una maledizione vera e propria. Ma non l'ho mai aperto." ammettesti sentendo le guance diventare rosse mentre guardavi quel piccolo oggetto di stoffa,
"Maledizione viene usata per quelle contro cui combattiamo, forse non è adatta, senpai."
"Che intendi dire?" Dicesti,
"Forse più che maledizione, è una sorta di preghiera infusa della sua energia maledetta, non credi possa avere più senso se si tratta di un regalo per il diploma? Insomma..se doveva essere un porta fortuna.." guardasti quel piccolo omamori con uno stato di confusione. In effetti da quando lo avevi con te le cose andavano meglio, e quei pochi giorni che lo dimenticavi sembravano avere sempre un peso in più. Certo, non avevi i problemi della vita risolti, ma tutti quei piccoli incidenti come una storta al piede, una folla di persone addossate attorno a te, file immense in locali o negozi, un drink rovesciato per sbaglio. Sembrava che niente di quelle piccolezze ti capitasse più, e forse con le persone aveva proprio l'effetto dell'infinito di Satoru. Mettesti il piccolo sacchettino nella tua tasca e salutasti Yuta. Avevi un appuntamento con Satoru, o meglio cercavi di convincerti che non fosse quello perchè sembrava quasi impossibile. Era solo un tè in una pasticceria che piaceva a lui, ovviamente. Ma non sapevi ancora il motivo. Ti lavasti rapidamente data l'ora, e ti vestisti meglio del solito, ma senza esagerare. E legasti l'omamori alla tua borsa, sempre al suo interno per evitare problematiche. Aveva proprio qualcosa di speciale, proprio come il sensei che te l'aveva regalato. Sorridendo uscisti dalla sua stanza per aspettarlo fuori alla Jujustu Tech, era andato in missione quel giorno, e ti aspettavi che aveva incastrato tutto all'ultimo minuto. E invece ti stava aspettando vestito con una camicia, pantaloni eleganti, e una giacca più sportiva, forse nemmeno lui voleva esagerare. Anche se questo non era da Satoru. Sorridesti e arrossisti nel vederlo.
"Allora...? Che dovevi dirmi?" Dicesti seguendolo, per tutto il tempo non aveva fatto altro che restare vago, e parlare della sua giornata, o di altro. Certo ti interessava, ma l'ansia di sapere cosa doveva dirti davvero ti stava divorando viva. Il parco lentamente aveva iniziato a svuotarsi dato che il sole stava definitivamente lasciando il cielo sopra di voi per quella giornata. Così mentre i bambini raccattavano i giochi da terra per seguire i genitori, tu ti ritrovasti a seguire Satoru tenendo stretta a te la borsa con il tuo prezioso omamori all'interno. Si sedette invitandoti a fare lo stesso. E a malincuore presto avresti scoperto che quell'appuntamento, non aveva lo scopo che speravi.
"Questa è la terza settimana che sei qui, (T/n)." Disse,
"Lo so perfettamente che sei qui per me. Perchè non ho ancora risposto alle tue domande. E non fraintendere, non mi dispiace che tu sia qui, ma non voglio che tu ti senta legata dalla mia presenza..." disse sospirando amaramente,
"Ti ho chiamata perchè avevo bisogno della tua presenza, di qualcuno di cui potessi fidarmi ciecamente, che capisse la mia ironia ma che mi tenesse con i piedi per terra dopo quello che è successo.." disse osservando il cielo che pian piano si riempiva di stelle.
Ma tu stavi guardando il suo volto, sentendo quell'amaro in bocca, quella speranza distruggersi come un vetro che ti trafiggeva lo stomanco.
"Sono stato molto egoista in questi anni, nei suoi confronti, e nei tuoi. Ma non posso obbligare nessuno a fare nulla, e a maggior ragione, non posso farlo con lui, con te." Disse voltando a guardarsi,
"Hai ancora quell'omamori con te, vero?" Disse guardandoti, stringesti a te la borsa, come preoccupata che volesse portartelo via.
"Sì, perchè?" Non facesti domande sul resto, non perchè non t'importasse, ma perchè sembrava una ferita ancora aperta e non avevi gli strumenti per aiutarlo in merito, e tanto meno non avevi abbastanza informazioni.
"Perchè voglio liberarti da quel sigillo. Non ci hai mai provato in questi anni, no? Daltronde non l'avresti portato sempre dietro altrimenti. Ma ti svelo un piccolo segreto, è un oggettino infuso della mia energia maledetta, ma a differenza degli altri non può essere sciolto se non da chi lo ha infuso."
"Va bene, e quindi? Perchè vorresti toglierlo? A me piace così com'è, mi ha portato un sacco di fortuna per tutto questo tempo." Dicesti abbassando lo sguardo sulla tua borsa. Ti guardò leggermente sorpreso,
"Sul serio? Pensavo che gentile come sei non ti piacesse far sentire la gente nauseata al tuo passaggio per tenerla lontana da te."
"Be', mi dispiace sì. Però a me non piace essere circondata da persone e in più mi ha portato parecchia fortuna. È tipo la maledizione di Yuta, no? Protegge lui, ma è un pericolo per tutti gli altri.." dicesti posando le mani sulle sue. Lo vedesti arrossire e tramare quasi al tuo tocco,
"...non sei più una mia studentessa ma dovrei esserti comunque d'esempio e guidarti. Quindi ti chiedo scusa.." disse, sembrava un ragazzino di quindici anni troppo imbarazzato di dichiararsi alla sua cotta. Strinse le tue mani in una presa e si avvicinò abbastanza fin quando le sue labbra non premettero sulle tue. Ti rilassasti contro di lui.
"Be', in fondo Yuta è un mio lontano cugino sai?" Scoppiasti a ridere, la prima cosa che ti aveva detto era assolutamante fuori luogo, ma evidentemente era troppo in imbarazzo e aveva bisogno di distrarre la mente,
"Questo spiega tante cose." Dicesti appoggiandoti alla sua spalla.
_ FINE _
OMAMORI: In caso dalla storia non si fosse capito. Un omamori è un sacchetto di solito in tessuto contenente qualcosa che debba portare fortuna o protezione, ma tradizionalmente per far sì che abbia effetto non dev'essere aperto.
