OS written by: leiselotte ✨

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Warning:-
Yandere behavior.
Mention of killing or harming someone.
Manipulating.

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The sun peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow as if nothing sinister could reside within. It was a beautiful day outside, the kind that made you feel alive.
Somewhere, birds were chirping, and children's laughter echoed, oblivious to the darkness brewing within the walls of that apartment.

Gojo Satoru stood amidst the chaos, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He had always been drawn to Utahime lori, the elegance of her presence flaring against the mundane backdrop of their world. She had laughed, her melodic voice ringing in the dead air, distracting him from the burdens he carried as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. But today was different. Today, her laughter seemed a distant memory, overshadowed by the grim spectacle around him.

Her husband, a man whose jealousy and cruelty knew no bounds (according to gojo that is ), now lay lifeless on the floor, a crimson pool spreading around him. Gojo had done it-he'd crossed the line that should have remained untouched-but the act had felt justified. Utahime was free now, liberated from the shadows of a man who couldn't see her for what she truly was: a beacon of light that drew him in, even when reason was drowned beneath a tide of dark impulses.

But what twisted fate had led to this? The scar that was meant for her husband had marred Utahime's delicate features instead, leaving a gash across her face. The blood, bright and stark against her porcelain skin, seeped into the fabric of her once-immaculate white dress. It was a grotesque juxtaposition of innocence lost, transforming beauty into morbid art. Gojo stood frozen, horror washing over him as he knelt beside her unconscious form, his heart racing not from fear, but a mix of excitement and unrestrained devotion.

"Just a little accident," he muttered under his breath, attempting to convince himself. "An unfortunate misunderstanding." The words felt echoed in the silence around him, a twisted story he could sell to her like a bunch of flowers disguising a broken heart, a narrative draped in layers of sweet poison. It was unfair, really, how easy it was to lie to himself and twist reality for the sake of his fantasies.

Her chest slowly moved with labored breaths, and he gently brushed the hair out of her face, careful not to smudge the blood further.
"Utahime, you're going to be okay. You'll wake up, and I'll be here. I'll tell you how I saved you, how I finally freed you from that monster." His voice dropped to a whisper, the suggestion of enthusiasm mingling with despair. In his mind, it all made perfect sense. He'd become the hero, the sweet kouhai who rid her of her burdens.
How cool would that be?

He leaned back, allowing himself a moment to relish the idea. Love was a luxury he couldn't afford; the strongest sorcerer shouldn't need such ties. But she was here, in front of him, her face slowly regaining some semblance of tranquility as the world around her dissolved into an illusion of his own making. It was enough. She didn't need to know the truth; it was better this way, just like always. He wouldn't push her away with the dark reality of what transpired. She could see him as the protector, the savior. It is fine if she is annoyed with him as always too-really. Anything.

She doesn't need to know .

Even as the guilt clawed at him, threatening to spill over into anger at himself, he forced a smile onto his lips. "You'll love this story when you wake up, Utahime. Isn't it just perfect?"

Everything will be back to normal soon—

Right?

And he knew that, she was awake. Wide awake
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He could only chuckle at that .

Because she will forget it later soon, as usual.
And he'll make sure of that.