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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), Gojo's behavior towards the reader is bad, the reader is 16 years old in current events, kiss (very simple)-

• JUJUTSUKAISEN ━≫ Akutame Gege

• THE SILENT VOWS ━≫ Quanxi

• COVER CREDIT ━≫ _3aem

that's all, I hope you like this!

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-Y/N's Point of View-

-The year (in 2012)

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-In the preparation room of the Hirano estate, the air was thick with anticipation. The chamber was adorned with delicate cherry blossom decorations, their soft pink hues contrasting with the deep crimson and gold silks that draped the walls. The fragrance of the blossoms mingled with the scent of incense, creating an atmosphere both serene and suffocating.

-Y/N sat in front of a large mirror, her bright green eyes reflecting back a woman she barely recognized. Her sun-kissed hair had been intricately styled, pinned up with delicate hairpieces that glittered like stars. Light orange freckles dusted her cheeks, barely visible under the layers of makeup being applied by her bridesmaid, Hana.

-Hana carefully applied makeup to Y/N's face, the brushes moving with precision and care. Hana was a close friend, one of the few people who knew Y/N's true feelings about the impending marriage. As she worked, she tried to offer comfort through light conversation.

-"You're going to look so beautiful, Y/N,"

-Hana said, her voice soothing.

-"Just remember to breathe and stay calm. Everything will be fine."

-Y/N managed a small smile.

-"Thank you, Hana. I just wish I felt as calm as you sound."

-Hana paused, meeting Y/N's gaze in the mirror.

-"It's normal to feel nervous. This is a big day, but you're strong. You've always been strong."

-Y/N sighed softly.

-"Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be strong all the time. Sometimes I wish I could just... be myself."

-Hana's hands stilled for a moment, her expression sympathetic.

-"I know. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here with you, and so are many others who care about you."

-Before Y/N could respond, the door to the preparation room slid open. Lady Hirano entered with her usual air of authority, her kimono a masterpiece of traditional elegance, its patterns echoing the legacy of the Hirano clan. Her golden-yellow hair was styled meticulously, and her dark lipstick emphasized the sharpness of her features.

-Lady Hirano's gaze swept over her daughter, taking in the sight of Y/N in her wedding kimono — a deep red garment adorned with intricate gold embroidery.

-"You look presentable,"

-Lady Hirano said, her tone as cold as ever.

-"Remember, today is not just about you. This marriage is a pact that binds our clans. You must be polite and obedient to Gojo Satoru. Do not forget your place."

-Y/N's eyes dropped to the floor.

-"Yes, mother,"

-She replied softly.

-Lady Hirano stepped closer, adjusting a strand of Y/N's hair.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers. Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan. This is your destiny, Y/N. Do not disappoint us."

-The same words...always said. As her mother turned to leave, Y/N looked at her reflection once more. The woman in the mirror seemed like a stranger, a doll dressed for display rather than a bride. Inside, a turmoil of emotions roiled, but she knew she had no choice. She would fulfill her duty, as she had been taught.

-Hana resumed her work, her movements gentle and reassuring.

-"You know,"

-She said softly,

-"it's okay to feel scared. It's okay to have doubts. But I believe in you, Y/N. You're going to get through this, one step at a time."

-Y/N nodded, her heart heavy.

-"I hope you're right, Hana. I just wish... I wish things could be different."

-Hana offered a small, sad smile.

"We all do. But sometimes, we have to make the best of the hand we're dealt. And who knows? Maybe this marriage won't be as bad as you think."

-Y/N's lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained somber.

-"Maybe. But it's hard to believe that when I barely know him. All I've heard are rumors."

-Hana finished applying the last touches of makeup and stepped back to admire her work.

-"There,"

-she said with satisfaction.

-"You look perfect."

-Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

-"Thank you, Hana. I don't know what I'd do without you."

-Hana squeezed her shoulder gently.

-"You'll never have to find out. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

-As Y/N stood up and adjusted her kimono, the weight of the fabric seemed to mirror the weight of her responsibilities. She glanced once more at her reflection, seeing not herself, but the image of what she was expected to be — a perfect bride, a dutiful daughter, a vessel for her clan's future.

Her heart ached with the knowledge that her own desires and dreams were secondary to the needs of her family. But she pushed those feelings aside, determined to face the day with grace and composure.

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Gojo's Point of View

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-Meanwhile, at the Gojo headquarters, Gojo Satoru lay sprawled on his futon, the early morning sunlight filtering through his apartment window. His white hair was disheveled, his eyes half-closed from sleep. He was wearing only short shorts, revealing his slim, muscular body and long legs. His best friend, Suguru Geto, stood over him, shaking his shoulder gently.

-"Satoru, wake up,"

-Suguru urged firmly.

-"You're late. The ceremony starts in an hour."

-Gojo groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up slowly.

-"I can't believe this is happening,"

-He muttered softly.

-Suguru sighed, handing him a formal kimono.

-"You can't attend in your usual clothes. You need to follow tradition and wear this."

-Gojo glanced at the kimono with disdain.

-"I'm not a fan of these old customs, Suguru."

-Suguru's expression softened.

"I know, but this is important. You have to show respect, even if you don't agree with it. Just for today."

-Gojo sighed in resignation, gritting his teeth as he took the kimono and began to dress. As he tied the obi, Suguru continued to offer advice.

-"As I told you, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into this harsh reality, Show her some kindness, As you know I think the rumors have already reached her, I'm not asking you to stop meeting other women, but at least try to hide it"

-Gojo made a sarcastic face, running a hand through his hair to tidy it.

"Suguru, you're becoming annoying,"

-He retorted, tightening his jaw.

-"As I said, I'll try."

-Suguru nodded, a small, annoying smile on his lips.

-"Alright, husband,"

-He emphasized the last word.

-Gojo glared at him, frowning slightly. He sat on the futon, trying to gather his thoughts.

-"Do you know anything about her? About Y/N?"

-Suguru sighed, sitting next to Gojo.

-"I've heard a few things. She's a quiet girl, obedient to her family. But inside, I think she feels the same pressure you do."

-Gojo looked at Suguru, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

-"Do you think she's strong enough to handle all this? I don't want to be stuck with a whiny kid, I already have one (megumi)"

-Suguru smiled gently.

-"I think she has the strength, but she needs your support. Don't be harsh on her, Satoru. Give her a chance."

-Gojo nodded slowly, as if absorbing Suguru's words.

-"I'll try. But you know me, Suguru. These things aren't easy for me."

-Suguru laughed softly.

-"I know, but you're the best at handling tough situations. Just be yourself, but a kinder version."

-Gojo finally stood up, now looking more formal in the kimono, exuding an aura of confidence and nonchalance.

-"Alright, let's go then. Let's get this over with."

-Suguru followed him, muttering to himself.

-"I just hope things are easier than we think."

-As they left the room, Gojo walked through the corridors of the headquarters, his hair now neatly styled. When they arrived at the ceremonial hall, it was adorned with exquisite decorations and rich colors. Gojo felt the weight of the moment but kept his face calm and confident as usual.

-Suguru stood beside him, whispering softly.

-"Remember, Satoru. Today is the beginning. You don't have to solve everything now, but you need to start on the right foot."

-Gojo nodded, his face now showing a serene expression.

-"I'll do my best, Suguru. As you know... you're always by my side."

-Suguru smiled, gently patting Gojo's shoulder.

"Always, my friend. Always."

-They entered the hall, where everyone was waiting for them. Gojo knew all eyes were on him, especially those of the elders who harbored pure disdain for him, but he didn't care. He knew what he had to do. He had always been strong and still was the strongest.

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The Wedding Ceremony

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-The shrine where the ceremony was to take place was a beautiful, traditional setting, surrounded by ancient trees and adorned with lanterns that cast a soft glow. The air was filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle murmur of the assembled guests. Y/N, her heart pounding, stood just outside, gathering her thoughts. The weight of the kimono and the expectations pressed heavily on her shoulders.

-"I will do what I have learned,"

-She murmured to herself, trying to steady her nerves.

-As the doors opened, Y/N walked slowly towards the shrine. The pathway was lined with cherry blossom petals, their delicate scent filling the air. She could see Gojo Satoru standing at the front, next to the priest. He was dressed in a traditional black and white kimono, his white hair stark against the dark fabric, his eyes covered by black glasses.

-He looked as handsome as she remembered, but there was an aura of annoyance about him. Y/N's steps faltered slightly, but she forced herself to continue. She approached the shrine and took her place beside him.

-Gojo watched as Y/N approached, his annoyance barely concealed. She was dressed in a beautiful kimono, her sun-kissed hair neatly arranged, her red lips and green eyes a stark contrast to her pale face. She kept her head bowed, a picture of obedience and duty.

-"She's still so young,"

-Gojo thought, a pang of guilt mixing with his irritation.

-"Too young for this."

-Gojo glanced at her briefly, he tries to follow Suguru's advice and hide his annoyance .

-"You look...nice,"

-He said, his tone lacking enthusiasm but not unkind.

-"Thank you, gojo-sama"

-Y/N replied softly, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the guests.

-The priest began to recite the traditional vows, his voice a calming presence amidst the tension. As he spoke, Y/N's mind drifted. She stole glances at Gojo, wondering what he was thinking. His expression remained neutral, betraying nothing.

-When it was time for the exchange of sake, Y/N's hands trembled slightly as she poured the sacred liquid. Gojo's steady hand took the cup from her, their fingers brushing momentarily. There was a brief, unexpected warmth in his touch that sent a shiver down her spine.

-As the ceremony progressed, the priest's words about unity and mutual respect echoed in Y/N's mind. She wondered if they could ever find common ground, given the circumstances.

-"Do you accept this union?"

-The priest asked, looking at Gojo first.

-Gojo nodded, his voice clear

-"I do."

-The priest then turned to Y/N.

-"Do you accept this union?"

-Y/N hesitated for a heartbeat, before she meets her mother's gaze...and her eyes are piercing...her gaze was enough to make her feel fear inside , nods quickly.

-"I do,"

-She said, her voice steady despite the fear inside her.

-the ceremony reached the part where vows are exchanged, the priest stood solemnly before Y/N and Gojo, his voice calm and authoritative. He began to recite the traditional promises, each line a binding commitment that Y/N and Gojo would repeat after him.

-"Repeat after me,"

-The priest instructed, looking first at Gojo and then at Y/N.

-The Priest:

*"In sickness and in health,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In sickness and in health,"

-The Priest:

*"In joy and in sorrow,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In joy and in sorrow,"

-The Priest:

*"In wealth and in poverty,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"In wealth and in poverty,"

-The Priest:

*"I promise to stand by your side,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"I promise to stand by your side,"

-The Priest:

*"To support and cherish you,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"To support and cherish you,"

-The Priest:

*"To love and respect you,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"To love and respect you,"

-The Priest:

*"From this day forward,"

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"From this day forward,"

-The Priest:

*"Until death do us part."

-Gojo and Y/N:

*"Until death do us part."

-With each vow, the weight of the promises they were making became more palpable. As the final words were spoken, there was a moment of silence, allowing the significance of their commitments to sink in. The priest then nodded, signaling the completion of this sacred exchange.

-The priest looked at them both, a small, approving smile on his face.

-"You may now kiss the bride,"

-He announced.

-Gojo glanced at Y/N, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer to her, placing a hand gently on her waist. Bending down to her height, he gave her a quick kiss, their lips barely touching. It was a brief, almost perfunctory gesture, but it still sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. Gojo pulled away, his face returning to its usual composed demeanor.

-The guests, who had been watching intently, clapped politely, the sound echoing softly through the shrine. Y/N felt a whirlwind of emotions – relief, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of duty.

-As the ceremony concluded, Y/N and Gojo turned to face their families and guests, now united in a bond that was as much about politics and tradition as it was about personal connection.

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After the Ceremony

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-The ceremony was over, and Y/N found herself following Gojo towards the car waiting for them. She kept four steps behind him, her heart still pounding from the weight of the day's events. The path was lined with well-wishers and family members, their faces a blur as she focused on keeping her composure.

-When they reached the car, Gojo got inside without a second glance at her. He seemed upset, his face a mask of irritation. Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of hurt, but the driver quickly stepped forward and opened the door for her.

-"Thank you,"

-She murmured to the driver before getting into the car.

-She sat down, noticing that Gojo had put a noticeable distance between them, staying on the other side while looking out the window. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, a stark contrast to the composed and confident man she had seen at the ceremony.

-Had she done something wrong? Y/N wondered to herself, her mind racing with uncertainty. The silence in the car was almost suffocating, the only sound the hum of the engine.

-Gojo, seemingly oblivious to her presence, pulled out his phone and began typing. A small smile played on his lips as he responded to a message he received. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, feeling a mix of curiosity and sadness.

-She remained calm, as she always did, sitting quietly in her seat. The distance between them felt more than just physical, As the car drove away from the shrine, taking them towards their new life together, to his apartment, the silence prevailed, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

-As she remembered, it was nothing new, he had always acted like this towards her, but the moment he complimented her when she walked up to him, she thought that maybe...maybe this would work, maybe Hana was right, But it seems that she was wrong, she raised her expectations too much, It was just for show, and now she is shocked by reality, the strange man sitting next to her is her husband, and the one with whom she will remain stuck for her whole life.

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-Shadows of Duty:"Eve Before the Wedding"-

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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), gojo is a bit violent, the reader is 16 years old in current events.-

• JUJUTSUKAISEN ━≫ Akutame Gege

• THE SILENT VOWS ━≫ Quanxi

• COVER CREDIT ━≫ _3aem

that's all, I hope you like this!

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-In the heart of Kyoto, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern sorcery, the Hirano clan's estate stood as a silent sentinel to its illustrious lineage. Within its quiet corridors and manicured gardens, the air was thick with the weight of duty, a burden that the young heiress, the reader "y/n".

-Her chambers, adorned with silks of deep crimson and gold, reflected the opulence and austerity expected of one destined for greatness. y/n, with her bright green eyes and sun-kissed hair, adorned with light orange freckles, a picture of quiet obedience, She sat on her bed, which was draped in luxurious silk sheets and pillows embroidered with intricate patterns. In her hands, she held a well-worn book about a princess, its pages soft from being read many times. This story was her favorite, as the princess's life mirrored her own in many ways, filled with duty, tradition, and a yearning for something more.

-As she lost herself in the familiar tale, the door to her chamber opened with a soft creak. Her mother, Lady Hirano, entered the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Tall and imposing, she wore a kimono that exuded elegance, paired with very dark lipstick that contrasted sharply with her golden-yellow hair, a shade identical to her daughter's. With a graceful but firm gesture, Lady Hirano took the book from Y/N's hands and set it aside.

-She said in a firm tone :

-"You must understand, daughter, that your marriage to Gojo Satoru is more than a personal union, It is a pact that binds our clans, securing our future."-

-y/n inclined her head respectfully, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her kimono. The fabric whispered tales of craftsmanship passed down through generations, each stitch a testament to the artistry that adorned the Hirano lineage. From childhood, she had been immersed in the teachings of duty — to marry, to bear children, to uphold the honor of her ancestors. Her desires and dreams had long been surrendered to the sanctity of tradition, woven into the fabric of her existence like the threads of her ceremonial attire.

-From a young age, she had been groomed for this role — to marry, bear children, and uphold the honor of the Hirano name. Her desires had long been sacrificed on the altar of duty, her dreams mere whispers in the wind.

-Since her early years, Y/N's mother had treated her with a cold formality, constantly reminding her that she was special and not like other children. Play was forbidden, replaced by a strict regimen of meals and classes that focused on education and moral discipline. Under her mother's stern guidance, she transformed into an obedient doll, a woman molded to wait for marriage and childbirth without any personal goals. Like the women before her, she was expected to perform her duty, give birth to heirs, and then pass away in peace.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers," -

-Lady Hirano continued, her gaze unwavering as it assessed her daughter. Pride mingled with expectation in her eyes, a reflection of the legacy that y/n was destined to inherit.

-"Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan,"-

-She affirmed with conviction.

-"This is your destiny, y/n."-

-A tumult of emotions stirred within y/n's heart — apprehension, resignation, and beneath it all, a quiet rebellion that dared to question the path laid out before her. She had been raised to honor tradition, to embrace her role without question, yet a flicker of curiosity burned within her. Beyond the rigid confines of duty, she yearned for a glimpse of a world where freely, untethered by the expectations of clan alliances.

-Lady Hirano turned to leave she will not allow her to answer, because Y/N's answer simply does not matter, as it will not change anything. She also expects absolute obedience. Any objection will result in punishment and many lectures. Her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns.

-Y/N, now sixteen years old, prepares to take on the role of gojo Satoru's wife, in the eyes of her clan, this is an appropriate age for marriage.

-Y/N gaze lingered on the moonlit garden beyond her window. Cherry blossoms swayed in the evening breeze, In that quiet moment, amidst the weight of tradition and the legacy of her bloodline, y/n pondered the path that lay ahead.

-Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life, the day she had been preparing for all her years...

-Your wedding day, you had simple encounters with Gojo Satoru, specifically at clan gatherings, you don't know much about him, but what you concluded after your encounters was that he didn't care much about you, for the most part, he hates her, but you don't care, you already heard many rumors throughout their engagement that he's a womanizer.

-A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, as she cleared her mind of conflicting thoughts. She murmured in a low tone,

-"No need to be nervous, I will do what I learned,"-

Before she got up, closed the window, and went to sleep.

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-Gojo's Point of View-

-The year doesn't change (in 2012)

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-In contrast, Gojo Satoru, the man who is twenty two years old, prowled the corridors of the clan headquarters, his best friend and confidant, Suguru Geto, by his side. Gojo was grumbling incessantly, and Suguru, with his soothing voice, tried to calm him.

-"You know, Satoru," -

-Suguru began cautiously, his voice a calming presence amidst the brewing storm.

-"she didn't choose this any more than you did. Remember that."-

-Gojo's response was a derisive scoff, his expressions hidden behind the dark blindfold that marked him as a prodigy among sorcerers.

-"I know what this is, Suguru,"-

-He replied sharply.

-"A marriage to a minor who isn't even eighteen yet, to strengthen alliances. Don't expect me to play the doting husband."

-Suguru sighed, fixing his gaze on his friend's impassive face.

-"She's not just a piece in this game, Gojo,"-

-He insisted gently, knowing how much his friend despised the traditions that dictated their lives.

-"She's a person with dreams and hopes. You could at least try to see that."-

-Gojo turned away, his clenched jaw revealing the turmoil within.

-"Dreams and hopes,"-

-He repeated mockingly.

-"What does she know about such things? She's been groomed since birth to obey, to serve the clan's ambitions, just a stupid doll. Our marriage changes nothing."-

-Suguru's brow furrowed in concern, aware of his friend's stubbornness.

-"Maybe not,"-

-He conceded quietly,

-"but she deserves more than your indifference."-

-With a frustrated grunt, Gojo fell silent, his footsteps echoing through the polished corridors of the headquarters. Geto watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he broke the silence in his gentle tone.

-"Remember, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into a harsh reality of premature adulthood."-

-Gojo looked at him, recalling their few encounters, her hesitant smiles, the nervous glances she cast around the room, her attempts to mimic the grace and poise expected of her. She was a child, really, though their world didn't afford her the luxury to remain one.

-"You know she's only sixteen,"-

-Suguru added, his voice softer, almost pleading.

-"She's not just young, she's practically still a child."-

-Gojo clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. He knew what was expected of him — to marry her, strengthen the alliance, and get her pregnant as soon as possible. The weight of the elders' expectations was suffocating.

-"They want me to marry a minor and have children with her as quickly as possible. It's absurd,"-

-Gojo muttered, his tone filled with bitterness.

-"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't understand the pressure? But I won't be forced into this without a fight."-

-Suguru stepped closer, his gaze imploring.

-"I'm not asking you to accept this without a fight, Satoru."-

-He placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.

-"But at least consider what she must feel. She's trapped just like you, if not more. Show her some kindness. She deserves that."-

-Gojo turned to face his friend fully, the agitation in his eyes clear even through the blindfold.

-"And what if I can't, Suguru? What if I'm too consumed by my own anger and resentment to see beyond my suffering?"-

-Suguru smiled sympathetically, a small, sad smile touching his lips.

-"Then you'll both suffer needlessly. Especially her. You already have some freedom and a bit of authority over the elders, but she doesn't."-

-He sighed, lowering his hand from Gojo's shoulder.

-"But if you can find it in yourself to show her a little compassion, maybe — just maybe — you'll both find a way to bear this together."-

-Gojo's shoulders relaxed slightly, the internal battle momentarily subdued.

-"I'll try"-

-he whispered, almost to himself.

-"But only for myself. I'll try."-

-He said arrogantly,

-"Don't expect me to be the devoted husband. I'll just try not to treat her too harshly. I really don't see her as my wife."-

-Suguru nodded, his temper rising slightly at his friend's arrogance.

-"That's all anyone can expect from you, Satoru."-

-The moonlight bathed the Gojo headquarters in a serene glow as they continued walking, discussing other topics.-

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-Flashback:The First Encounter-

2003 (nine years ago)

-gojo : thirteen years old

-y/n : seven years old

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-Years ago, on a balmy summer evening, the Hirano and Satoru clans convened for a rare gathering at the sprawling Satoru estate. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with ceremony.

-y/n Hirano, then a timid seven-year-old adorned in a kimono of soft pastels, stood amidst the opulence of the estate's grand reception hall. Her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she awaited the introduction to Gojo Satoru, the thirteen boy, heir to the formidable Satoru lineage and already a prodigy among sorcerers at sixteen, she will be engaged today, with him.

-The dinner between the clans had been a tense affair, filled with polite exchanges that barely masked the undercurrents of political maneuvering and ancient rivalries. Gojo, seated at the head of the table, occasionally glanced towards Makoto with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing through the formalities with unsettling intensity.

-After the formalities, y/n found herself alone with Gojo in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the prying eyes and murmured conversations of their elders. Gojo leaned against a stone pillar, his posture relaxed yet his presence commanding.

-"You're the Hirano girl,"-

-Gojo remarked coolly, his voice carrying an edge of disdain as he glanced down at y/n with barely concealed disinterest.

-y/n, trained from birth in the art of etiquette and obedience, lowered her gaze respectfully.

-"Yes, Lord Gojo,"-

-She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

-"It is an honor to meet you."-

-"Honor?"-

-Gojo scoffed, approached her and held her wrist tightly, but not to the point that it would hurt her, he pressed her small figure and looked at her with complete annoyance, his tone biting as he circled her with a predatory grace.

-"This arrangement is nothing more than a shackle forced upon us by tradition. Don't mistake it for anything else."-

-y/n felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, her youthful innocence colliding with the harsh reality of their predetermined futures, She bit her lip, tried not to tremble, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Gojo's blunt dismissal.-

-"You're right, Lord Gojo,"-

-She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.-

-"I understand."-

-Gojo's gaze softened imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away dismissively.

-"Good,"-

-He muttered, striding off after he left her arm and the sound of his steps filled the corridors.

-Alone once more in the vastness of the Satoru estate, y/n clutched at the folds of her kimono, her young heart heavy with the weight of their brief exchange. She had been taught from a tender age the importance of compliance, of burying one's desires deep within the recesses of the soul in service to the clan's aspirations.

-As she wandered the labyrinthine halls, the echoes of Gojo's words lingered in her mind, In that moment, amidst the opulence and the traditions that bound their clans together, She started thinking about her life — a life intertwined with the enigmatic figure who had already left an indelible mark upon her heart.

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Author's Note: I have made a few changes to the original plot, as you know, don't be the ghost reader, I really love to see your opinions on this chapter, what did you like the most? are there any things you want me to add? your engagement encourages me to publish more (I will read all the comments) thank you for reading, Have a great day!

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