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Gojo x Reader "Peter Pan"

Warning: [This story contains themes of yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, angst, and intense, bittersweet romance]

Y’all this took me a whole week to put together, hope you guys like it!

Materialist

A young woman yearning for something extraordinary is swept into a bittersweet romance with a mysterious, otherworldly man, only to face the heart wrenching consequences of love, obsession, and the clash between fantasy and reality.

Y/n's POV

It was early to mid-20th century, and winter break had wrapped its serene arms around me, offering me days of uninterrupted indulgence in my greatest joy: books. I had just turned 18, and as a gift, my shelves had been adorned with new, enticing volumes. One could say I was a high-level bookworm, devouring stories that whisked me away to worlds far beyond my ordinary existence.

Of all my treasures, the fantasy tales held my heart most firmly, and none more so than Harry Potter. I was rereading it again. I’d lost count of how many times I had ventured into its pages, but it always felt like stepping through a magical portal. The world within felt so vivid, so alive, that I could almost hear the crackling of the fires in Gryffindor Tower or taste the butterbeer in Hogsmeade. I craved a life like that a life filled with wonder, adventure, and the kind of magic that makes your soul come alive.

I often found myself staring out of my window at night, the winter wind howling through the skeletal branches of the trees, wondering if something extraordinary might ever happen to me. It felt like a desperate, childish wish, but oh, how deeply I yearned for it.

It had been a week since I disappeared into the comfort of my books, retreating from the real world and all its mundane demands. Then, something peculiar happened something that felt as though it had been plucked from one of my beloved tales. Three nights ago, at exactly 12:00 a.m., a single red rose had appeared on my windowsill. No note. No sign of how it got there. Just the rose, fresh and perfect, its petals kissed with a faint dew that glimmered even in the moonlight.

The first time, I chalked it up to a prank. But the next night, another rose appeared. And the night after that. Each time, it was as if it materialized out of nowhere. I’d begun to feel a strange mix of emotions curiosity, unease, and, most dangerously, a tinge of excitement. Who or what could be behind such a romantic, almost supernatural gesture?

Our house was three stories tall, with no nearby trees or ledges that could provide access to my window. On the second night, I resolved to stay awake, my heart pounding with both fear and anticipation. I had perched myself at the window, blankets wrapped tightly around me, determined to catch the mysterious visitor. But no matter how hard I tried, the moment I blinked just one fleeting moment the rose was there.

By the third night, my intrigue had grown into an obsession. I was no longer frightened, not truly. My longing to solve this mystery overshadowed any trepidation. I needed to know. Who was behind this? Was it a secret admirer, a stranger with otherworldly abilities, or something beyond my comprehension?

Out Of The World

Now, it was 11:58 p.m., and I stood under my window with a plan. A small, antique clock ticked steadily in my hand, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. The icy air seeped in through the slight crack in the window, and my breath clouded in front of me. My heart raced like the frantic flutter of wings, a mixture of nerves and exhilaration coursing through me.

The clock struck 11:59 p.m. I tightened my grip on the windowsill, bracing myself. This time, I wouldn’t miss it. I would catch them.

As the clock’s minute hand moved closer to the twelve, I slammed the window open with all my strength, the cold wind biting at my face as I leaned out. “Who’s there?” I called, my voice trembling slightly with the effort to sound bold.

But the momentum of my action betrayed me. The sudden force sent me tumbling forward, and before I could catch myself, I was falling. A startled scream tore from my throat as the icy air whipped around me. The world seemed to tilt and spin in those terrifying moments, my room above becoming a blur.

Just as the panic took hold, something bright brighter than moonlight caught my eye. A warm, golden glow surrounded me, softening the harsh chill of the air. Strong hands gripped my waist with startling ease, steadying me mid-fall. My heart thundered as I realized I wasn’t plummeting toward the hard, frozen ground. Instead, I was suspended in the air, held securely in arms that felt both powerful and gentle.

The warmth around me spread, banishing the winter’s chill. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I opened my tightly shut eyes. And then, I saw him.

My heart pounded in my chest, the sound of it echoing in my ears like a drumbeat. I couldn’t tell if it was fear, awe, or something else entirely. All I knew was that the man holding me no, floating with me was the most mesmerizing creature I had ever seen.

His white hair shone like freshly fallen snow under the moonlight, framing a face so perfectly sculpted it could have been the muse of a thousand artists. Those piercing blue eyes held me captive, like an endless ocean I could drown in without a second thought. But then something caught my attention a subtle but unmistakable detail.

His ears.

Long, pointed ears peeked out from his snowy locks, too elegant to be human, too surreal to ignore.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “Please put me down!”

His expression shifted slightly, an eyebrow quirking up as if he were amused by my sudden change in demeanor. “Put you down?” he repeated, tilting his head as though the concept baffled him. “But you seemed so comfortable in my arms just a moment ago.”

“I—I wasn’t!” I stammered, though even I didn’t believe myself. “Just put me back in my room, please!”

“As you wish,” he said with a sly smile, but his tone was anything but apologetic. Slowly too slowly he drifted toward the open window, still holding me close. His hands, warm and steady, lingered on my waist longer than necessary as he carefully set me back on my feet inside the room.

I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over my own feet as I tried to put distance between us. My heart was still racing, but now it was more out of confusion than fear. “Wh—what are you?” I managed to sputter, clutching the edge of my desk for support.

His grin widened, a playful, almost teasing glint in his eyes. “Something out of the ordinary,” he said, his voice like velvet laced with mischief. “Just like you’ve been yearning for.”

My stomach flipped. His words sent a jolt through me, but my brain was too busy spiraling to fully process them. My gaze darted over him, taking in his tall, broad frame that seemed to fill the room with an otherworldly presence. His movements were graceful, effortless, as though he belonged more to the air than the ground. And his ears—those long, elegant ears that gave him away as anything but human only heightened the surrealness of it all.

And oh boy, was he big.

But none of that mattered, not when everything about this situation screamed impossible. My rational mind fought to regain control, and before I could stop myself, I slammed the window shut right in his face.

The glass rattled from the force of it, and my hands fumbled to yank the curtains closed. I pressed my back against the wall, breathing heavily as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“This has to be a dream,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “There’s no way any of this is real. No way.”

From behind the curtains, I could hear a muffled chuckle, low and teasing. “You’re cute when you panic,” his voice carried through the window, the sound somehow managing to reach me despite the barrier.

“Go away!” I blurted, my voice higher-pitched than I would have liked.

“Now, why would I do that?” he replied, his tone smooth and amused. “You called me here, didn’t you?”

“Called you?” I repeated, disbelief dripping from every word. “I did no such thing!”

“Oh, but you did,” he countered, his voice lilting as though he were enjoying my flustered state. “Every time you whispered a wish to the stars, every time you sighed over those fantasy books of yours, you called for something... extraordinary. And here I am.”

I clamped my hands over my ears, willing myself to ignore him. “This isn’t happening,” I mumbled. “This isn’t happening. This is just a weird dream, and I’m going to wake up any second now.”

He laughed again, the sound rich and melodic, almost hypnotic. “Dream or not,” he said, “you can’t deny you’re intrigued. You slammed the window, but you didn’t tell me to stop the roses, did you?”

I froze. He was right...I hadn’t.

Roses

The next night, I was ready. Or at least, I told myself I was.

At 11:50, I sat by the window, the roses he had left arranged neatly in a vase beside me. Their vibrant red petals almost glowed under the soft moonlight streaming in. On the small table next to the vase was a plate of cookies I’d baked earlier my peace offering, or perhaps my way of showing gratitude.

My heart raced, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. I had spent the entire day thinking, replaying his words in my mind. You called for something extraordinary. Wasn’t that true? For years, I’d longed for something anything that could pull me out of the mundane. And now, here it was.

Still, I had to be responsible, I told myself. If I had truly summoned him somehow, wasn’t it my duty to tell him to stop? To return to wherever he came from? I would. I had to.

But as I sat there, my resolve wavered. A question tugged at the edges of my mind: Do I really want him to go?

I glanced at the cookies and the roses. Deep down, I already knew the answer.

“Is that for me?”

The voice startled me out of my thoughts, soft and teasing yet laced with unmistakable charm.

I spun around, my breath catching in my throat. He was there again, standing in the soft glow of the moonlight like he’d stepped out of a dream. His white hair shimmered, his blue eyes practically glowing as they met mine. For a moment, all my carefully rehearsed words vanished.

“You really like staring at me, don’t you?” he teased, his lips quirking into a knowing smile.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I quickly looked away, feeling like I’d been caught in some unspoken act. “I-I wasn’t staring!” I lied, though my voice betrayed me with its shaky conviction.

“Oh?” he said, leaning in slightly, his tone light and playful. “Then what were you doing, hmm? Admiring me? Daydreaming about me? Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

His grin widened as I stumbled over my words, desperate to change the subject. “I—I made cookies,” I blurted out, gesturing to the plate. “They’re for you.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up with a childlike excitement, and before I could say another word, he darted forward and snatched a cookie from the plate.

“Hey!” I started to protest, but it died in my throat as I watched him take a bite.

He made a soft, almost delighted sound as he chewed, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. “Oh my!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled through a mouthful of cookie. “This is amazing. You’ve got magic hands.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in my chest easing just a little. He looked so utterly unguarded, crumbs dusting the corners of his mouth as he devoured the cookie like a starved child. It was... oddly endearing.

“Why the roses?” I asked, finally finding the courage to voice one of the questions that had been haunting me.

He looked up at me, still chewing, with a smear of chocolate on his lips. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, swallowing his bite, he leaned back slightly, his expression softening in a way that made my heart flutter.

“Because you remind me of them,” he said, his voice quieter now but still tinged with that same playful charm. “Beautiful, but not in the way everyone expects. Roses aren’t just pretty they’re resilient. They bloom even when the world is cold and harsh, like now, in winter. And I thought... if I gave you roses, maybe you’d understand a little of what I see when I look at you.”

His words settled in the air like snowflakes, delicate but impossible to ignore. My chest tightened, my heart thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

“I...” I started, but I didn’t know what to say. How could I? No one had ever spoken to me like that before.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly, his grin returning but gentler this time. “I can see it on your face. And besides...” He picked up another cookie, his playful tone slipping back into place. “You’ve already said plenty with these. Did I mention I really like your cooking?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I watched him take another enthusiastic bite. There was something impossibly disarming about him, as though he carried an entire world of mystery and magic on his shoulders but chose, for the moment, to just enjoy the simplicity of cookies and conversation.

And in that moment, I realized something.

Maybe I didn’t want him to leave after all.

Bond

It had been a week since my life took a turn for the fantastical, and I couldn’t deny it I was loving every second of it.

Satoru, as I now knew his name, had become a regular part of my life in the most peculiar yet wonderful way. Like clockwork, every night at 12 a.m., he would appear at my window, staying until 2 a.m. Sometimes we’d sit and talk for hours, and other times, he’d surprise me with little trinkets from his surreal world. One night, he brought a jar of sparkling dust that glowed faintly in the dark. He told me it was stardust, and even though I was sure he was teasing me, the sight of it took my breath away.

It felt strange to think of myself as just an ordinary person when my nights were anything but ordinary now.

Tonight was no different. We were perched by the open window, me sitting cross-legged on a pile of blankets while Satoru leaned casually against the frame, one leg dangling outside as if gravity meant nothing to him. His white hair caught the moonlight, making him look even more ethereal than usual.

“You mean to tell me your people have magic wands?” he asked incredulously, his blue eyes wide with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, silly! It’s just a fictional story,” I said, clutching my stomach as his exaggerated reaction only made me laugh harder.

Satoru huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned closer. “Well, your fictional story’s magic wands are nothing compared to Neverland. That thing has got nothing on us,” he said with an air of smug arrogance, as though it were a competition.

I rolled my eyes, still giggling. “Oh, of course, how could I forget? Neverland, the ultimate paradise of magic and mischief,” I teased.

“It is!” he said, clearly undeterred by my sarcasm. “We’ve got everything flying, enchanted forests, golden lakes, mermaids, you name it. Not to mention...” He smirked, leaning in as though sharing a great secret. “The cutest man you’ll ever meet lives there.”

I snorted at his shameless bragging. “Oh, really?”

“Really,” he said, completely serious, though the mischievous sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

Moments like this, sitting in my room with Satoru, felt so out of the world. And maybe that was because they literally were. Even though I was surrounded by the familiar walls of my room, the way he spoke, the way he carried himself, everything about him was a reminder that he wasn’t from here. He was a visitor from a place that sounded too enchanting to be real.

“Oh, how your world seems so fun and enchanting,” I said, sighing dreamily. “I bet there are lots of cute guys there, huh?” I added with a playful nudge, my comfort with him growing by the day.

For a moment, his cheerful demeanor didn’t change, but I noticed something in his eyes a flicker of something darker, something possessive. It disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by an exaggerated pout that made him look like a sulking child.

“Cute guys?” he repeated, his voice carrying a dramatic edge. “I’ll have you know, I’m the cutest man in Neverland. No competition.”

I laughed again, shaking my head. “Oh, really? That’s quite the bold claim.”

“Bold?” he repeated, leaning even closer, so much so that I could feel the faint warmth of his presence. His expression turned serious, but his lips still held that playful smirk. “I’m the cutest, the strongest, the smartest and most importantly, I’m the one who’s here with you right now, aren’t I?”

That caught me off guard. My laughter faltered, replaced by the sudden awareness of how close he was. His blue eyes seemed to glow, holding me captive in a way that made my heart race.

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, looking away to break the intensity of his gaze. “I guess you are.”

He grinned, leaning back with a satisfied air. “That’s right. And don’t you forget it.”

I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I wanted to tease him, there was something comforting about his confidence, his ability to make me feel like the center of the universe even when he was talking about himself.

Pillow Fight

Every night, I wondered what kind of chaos Satoru would bring with him. Tonight, I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

"Y/N," his voice rang out, smooth and teasing, as he perched himself on my windowsill. “Have you always had that pillowcase with bunnies on it?”

Heat rushed to my face. “Excuse me? It’s cute, okay?”

“Oh, it’s cute, alright,” he smirked, striding over to pluck it from my bed before I could stop him. He held it up like a priceless artifact. “But it’s more of a ‘child on a sugar rush’ vibe.”

“Give that back!” I launched myself at him, grabbing for the pillow. He dodged with infuriating ease, spinning me around until we both tumbled onto the bed.

Before I could regain my dignity, he was grinning down at me, holding the pillow like a trophy. “Surrender now, and I’ll go easy on you.”

“You wish!” I grabbed another pillow and whacked him square in the chest.

A full-blown pillow fight ensued, feathers bursting from one unfortunate casualty. By the end of it, I was breathless and laughing so hard my sides hurt, while Satoru lay beside me, a mischievous smile lighting up his face.

“See? Bunny pillows aren’t so bad,” I said between gasps.

“They’re growing on me,” he replied softly, his eyes glinting like the stars outside.

Midnight Snacks

“You said you’ve never had ramen before?” I stared at him, dumbfounded.

Satoru shrugged. “Neverland cuisine is…different. Lots of glowing berries and questionable meat.”

I dragged him to the kitchen, determined to give him his first taste of real food. Or instant noodles, at least.

“Okay, just pour the water in here,” I instructed, handing him the kettle.

He tilted his head. “Why not use magic? Wouldn’t it be faster?”

“Because not everyone has magic!” I rolled my eyes.

With exaggerated care, Satoru poured the water…directly onto the counter instead of the cup.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hey, I’m new to this ‘human appliance’ thing!” he said defensively, though the grin on his face said otherwise.

By the time the ramen was ready, the kitchen was a mess, with stray noodles and broth splattered everywhere. We ate straight from the pot, sitting on the counter, laughing at our own incompetence.

“This is…amazing,” Satoru admitted, slurping a noodle.

“Told you,” I said, feeling a strange warmth at the sight of him enjoying something so mundane.

Almost Caught

It was around 1:30 a.m., and I was being unusually loud, my giggles filling the room as I tried to dodge Satoru's teasing attempts. My mom was sleeping in the room next door, but it was always a gamble one that we had played countless times before.

Satoru, grinning like a mischievous child, had somehow managed to corner me. “You think you can escape me, Y/N?” He leaned in, trapping me against the wall, his hand gently resting on my hip. "I’ll make sure you stay right where I want you."

I gasped, trying to wriggle free, but his grip was firm. “Satoru, stop! My mom’s gonna hear!” I hissed, trying to stifle my laughter.

"Not if I do this," he whispered, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. Before I could protest, he placed a quick, soft kiss on my neck, making me freeze.

I immediately went stiff, my heart hammering. “You’re going to get me caught!” I whispered frantically, but the amusement in his eyes only deepened.

“Caught? Pfft, I don’t think she’ll mind.” He winked and pulled back slightly, giving me space to breathe just enough to start making a run for it.

Then, just as I thought I could escape, my door creaked open.

"Satoru, I swear—!" I quickly tried to cover my mouth, panic rising.

Satoru, ever the calm one, simply flashed his usual grin, casually stepping back, and using the moment to dramatically fall onto my bed, lying down as if nothing happened.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just… taking a nap,” he said with a wink, all innocence, but clearly not fooling anyone.

I froze, praying to every force in the universe that my mom wouldn’t come any closer.

The door paused just slightly ajar, then my mom’s voice broke the silence, groggy but clearly suspicious. “Y/N…? What’s going on in here?”

I quickly stammered, panic setting in. “N-nothing, Mom! Just… just reading! I’m reading!” I was hoping that my mom wouldn’t ask too many questions, but I could already tell she wasn't buying it.

Satoru, on the other hand, was practically rolling with laughter, but the mischievous glint in his eyes didn’t escape me. He was having too much fun with this.

“Okay then...” My mom’s voice lingered, before she mumbled, “Just keep it down, alright?”

And with that, she closed the door.

I collapsed against the wall, exhaling a sigh of relief. "Satoru! I swear, you’re going to get me in trouble one of these days."

He sat up on the bed, all smirks and playful energy. “Come on, admit it. That was fun,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto my face. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, but before I could say anything else, his lips pressed against mine in a quick, soft kiss, stealing the words right from my mouth.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, his voice more sincere than playful.

And just like that, the moment became something far more intimate, a shared silence between us until the next round of trouble came knocking.

Jealous Storm

Satoru and I were lounging in my room, enjoying our usual late-night banter. The wind outside howled through the trees, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with our usual playful teasing.

Satoru leaned back in my chair, arms crossed behind his head, and grinned cockily. "You know, I’m the strongest in Neverland, right? No one can beat me. I get all the girls, no problem." He shot me a playful wink, clearly enjoying himself. "I mean, can you blame them? Who wouldn’t fall for a guy like me?"

I rolled my eyes, smirking. "Oh, really? All the girls, huh? You must have quite the ego."

His grin widened. "Well, it's not like I don’t deserve it." He stretched, making himself even more dramatic. "But hey, I’m generous with my attention. You know how it is."

I leaned back in my chair, the corners of my lips curling up. "Funny you should mention that. There was a boy I once really liked. In fact, I even wrote a whole story about him," I said, trying to see how he would react. "He was... mysterious, strong, and just a little bit arrogant."

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his teasing grin faltering. "Really? This boy sounds like a total catch. What’s his name?"

I leaned forward slightly, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "His name was... Let’s say, 'Toru.' He had this way of... always making everyone around him swoon." I saw his expression tighten, but I couldn’t help myself I wanted to poke the bear a little.

"Sounds like someone you’d really fall for," Satoru said, his voice turning slightly colder, though he was still trying to play it cool. "But I'm sure he wasn’t anything compared to me."

I chuckled, not realizing that I had pushed him too far. "Well, there was one scene I remember... He had this way of capturing attention, of walking into a room and making it feel like everything else disappeared. Girls practically threw themselves at him."

The tension in the room shifted. I looked up to see Satoru’s smile had turned into a thin line, his eyes glinting with something darker. The playful banter was still there, but his usual cockiness had been replaced with a flicker of possessiveness.

Without warning, Satoru snapped his fingers. And before I could even react, a surge of energy surrounded me, and I found myself falling—completely out of my chair.

I yelped, my arms flailing as I tried to catch myself, but Satoru was quick. He was there in an instant, effortlessly catching me in his arms, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"Careful, Y/N," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself while talking about other guys." His grip around my waist tightened slightly as he pulled me closer, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.

"Geez, Satoru! What was that for?" I laughed nervously, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing.

"Just reminding you who the real 'Toru' is." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You can’t write stories about other guys when I’m around.”

I bit my lip to suppress a smile, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. "You’re impossible, you know that?" I muttered, half-laughing, half-flustered.

"Am I?" he replied, a glint of mischief still dancing in his eyes. "Or am I just reminding you who you belong to?"

Before I could retort, he pressed his lips against mine in a quick, teasing kiss, his grip loosening just enough for me to stand back up, but not without a lingering sense of possessiveness in the air.

As I straightened up, still a little breathless, he grinned wickedly. "Better watch your words next time, Y/N. I’m not sharing you with anyone not even in your stories."

Uh oh

The room was filled with an electric kind of energy. Satoru and I were tangled up in a whirlwind of feelings, moving together in a slow, heated kiss. My hands were all over him, pulling him closer, needing more of him. He was everything I had wanted, everything I couldn’t have, and I didn’t care if my world was spinning out of control.

"Satoru..." I whispered, breathless, as we broke the kiss for a brief moment. "I don’t want you to ever leave."

He smirked, his hands wandering, and his voice was low and teasing. "Oh, trust me, I’m not going anywhere, Y/N."

I felt a heat rise in me at his words, my mind spinning with desire, and I leaned back, allowing him to claim my lips again. The world outside seemed so distant, and I felt safe, protected in his arms.

Then, BANG!

The door slammed open, and my heart stopped. I froze, eyes wide, as my mother stood there in the doorway, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Y/N!" she practically shouted, but I couldn’t move, couldn't breathe, my chest tightening in panic.

In an instant, Satoru vanished. One moment he was there, his arms around me, and the next, he was gone, leaving me alone, utterly disheveled. My heart pounded as I scrambled to straighten myself, smoothing my hair, trying to look presentable. But it was too late. My face was flushed, my clothes wrinkled, and my lips were swollen from our kiss. I must have looked like a mess.

My mother narrowed her eyes, staring at me with suspicion. "What on earth were you doing in here?" she asked, voice dripping with judgment.

I scrambled for words, but nothing coherent came out. I was a stuttering mess, utterly caught off guard. "Uh... I—I was just... um... reading?" I tried to sound innocent, but the excuse was laughable. There was no way she’d believe that.

My mother walked into the room, her eyes scanning the room with suspicion. "Reading, huh?" she muttered, clearly not buying it. Her gaze shifted to the bed, the chaos around the room—the slightly askew sheets, the way everything seemed too... intimate. She gave me a look, a knowing glance that made my stomach turn. "Y/N, don’t think I’m an idiot. What’s going on in here?"

I wiped my hands on my jeans, feeling completely exposed. "Nothing! I mean—no, really, Mom, it's just—uh, just... nothing!" I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, my nerves completely shot.

I quickly turned toward the corner of the room, hoping she wouldn’t notice the small pieces of clothing scattered on the floor—Satoru's clothes, to be exact, but there was no hiding them now. My pulse raced, and I could feel my face burn brighter with each passing second.

"Why do you look like you’ve been... busy?" My mom's voice was low, skeptical, as she crossed her arms. "What’s all this? Why are you so... flustered?"

And then, I heard it a faint rustle in the corner, followed by a soft whoosh of air as Satoru used his magic to make himself invisible. Thank god. But it didn’t help my situation. I looked a mess. My hair was wild, my clothes were slightly askew, and my face was flushed. I probably looked like I had just run a marathon, and there was no way to hide it.

My mother eyed me for a moment, before giving me an exasperated sigh. "Whatever’s going on, Y/N, I don’t want to know. But you’d better clean yourself up and—" she paused, her eyes narrowing at the floor. She then glanced at the window, her gaze lingering there.

Just then, Satoru, in his clever, mischievous way, used his ability to silently disappear and reappear in the doorway without a sound. He gave me a wink, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he slowly backed away, knowing full well how chaotic my situation had become.

I looked at him, feeling both grateful and embarrassed. At least he was making this whole situation less terrifying. He silently waved as if nothing had happened, before disappearing again, leaving me to face the consequences.

I turned back to my mother, who was now clearly getting suspicious, her eyes darting around the room, trying to piece together what had just happened. My stomach sank. There was no way to lie my way out of this one.

"Mom... I really wasn’t doing anything... serious," I said, my voice trembling with nerves. "I was just—"

She raised an eyebrow. "Just what? Don’t you lie to me, young lady. I see the way you’re acting."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I—I was just... distracted."

My mom didn’t buy it. "Distracted with who?" she asked, her tone growing sharper.

I glanced at the window, where Satoru had just disappeared, my heart still racing. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth, not like this.

In the silence that followed, my mom sighed deeply, looking me up and down with a mix of frustration and concern. "I’m watching you, Y/N. And if you think I didn’t notice what’s been going on, you’re sorely mistaken."

She turned to leave the room, shaking her head, clearly not convinced. But I could see the wheels turning in her head, the suspicion building. I sank onto the bed, completely deflated, my heart still hammering from the close call.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly to myself. Of course, Satoru had made a grand entrance and exited just as smoothly but it had been way too close. Still, the tension in the air wasn’t gone yet. My mom wasn’t fooled, and I knew I’d have to explain myself somehow just not tonight. For now, though, I was going to lay low, act normal, and pray that Satoru wouldn’t make another surprise visit at least until tomorrow night.

Maybe this was why I was starting to hope these moments would never end. Despite the surreal nature of it all, or maybe because of it, I felt like I’d found something I hadn’t even known I was searching for.

Reality

They say happy moments don’t last, and tonight, I learned just how true that was.

“What are you doing with your life!?” my mom’s voice thundered through the living room, her words cutting through me like shards of glass. I sat frozen, my hands clasped tightly on my lap as my father looked at me with a quiet disappointment that somehow felt worse than my mother’s anger.

“You skip your classes! And when you don’t, you’re late! Do you have any idea how hard we’ve worked for you?!”

Her words hit me like a tidal wave. I hadn’t even realized how much my midnight meetings with Satoru had begun to affect me, my life, my responsibilities. My once carefully structured days had unraveled without me noticing, consumed by the magic of another world.

“My child,” my mother’s voice softened, but it only made my chest ache more. “Please... don’t fail us.”

I looked up, and my heart twisted painfully as I saw the tears brimming in her eyes.

That night, I met Satoru at our usual time, but something was different. The joy, the spark that usually filled the air when he appeared, was gone. He leaned against the window frame, unusually quiet, his expression guarded yet somehow distant.

“Toru,” I began hesitantly, the nickname slipping from my lips as I clutched the edge of my blanket for comfort. “I... we need to talk.”

His eyes, those endless pools of blue, flickered to me with a faint glimmer of hope. “Talk about what?” he asked softly, though I could see he already knew.

My heart ached at the thought of what I was about to do. “I’m sorry, Toru. We... we can’t do this anymore. My parents, my life—this isn’t sustainable. I can’t...” My voice wavered, and I looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

When I finally gathered the courage to look up, I wished I hadn’t. Satoru stood there, his usually confident and teasing demeanor replaced by an expression I never thought I’d see. His eyes, always so full of mischief and light, now shimmered with unshed tears. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head as though denying reality itself. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” I said, though my trembling voice betrayed me. “I can’t fail them, Satoru. I can’t fail my parents. They’re everything to me.”

“But what about us?” he asked, his voice breaking. “What about everything we’ve shared? I thought...” He trailed off, swallowing hard as he tried to compose himself.

I stood, tears streaming down my face. “I’ll never forget you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But we won’t be seeing each other anymore.”

The weight of my words settled between us, heavy and suffocating.

And then he spoke.

“Kiss me, Y/N.”

The request caught me off guard. “What?”

He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for mine. “If this is really goodbye,” he said, his voice barely steady, “then kiss me. Just once. I need to remember this.”

Tears blurred my vision, but I nodded, knowing I couldn’t deny him—or myself.

As he leaned down, our lips met in a slow, tender kiss that carried every unspoken word, every unfulfilled promise, and every ounce of love I felt for him. His hands cupped my face gently, his touch warm and comforting even as my tears fell harder.

It was bittersweet, the kind of kiss that both healed and broke me at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling as I pulled away.

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked my cheeks. “Don’t apologize,” he said, his own tears slipping down his face. “You’ve given me more than I ever dreamed.”

But then something happened something I wasn’t prepared for. Satoru’s body began to shimmer, golden specks of light surrounding him like a veil.

I watched, frozen, as the glow intensified. My heart ached, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. This was goodbye.

As he faded, his voice reached me one last time, faint but clear. “I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too, Satoru,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. My hands reached out instinctively, but I stayed where I was, knowing this was the end.

His form dissolved into sparkling dust, the golden flecks scattering into the night. The room felt emptier than it ever had, the silence deafening.

I collapsed to the floor, clutching the blanket he used to tease me about. My chest felt hollow, and my vision blurred as fresh tears fell.

Would my life be better without him? Would I ever meet him again?

I didn’t know the answers. But as I looked out the window into the starry night, a part of me couldn’t help but hope.

Regrets

A month had passed since I last saw him since I last felt the warmth of his touch, the mischief in his voice, and the way his presence made everything else fade away. A month without Satoru, and I was nothing but a hollow shell of myself.

For as long as I could remember, I thought pleasing my parents would bring me happiness. But here I was, curled up in my blanket, feeling utterly miserable. I was better with him so much better. It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized how much I needed him. My wishes, my dreams, all that longing for something extraordinary... It wasn’t just about escaping reality anymore. It was about him.

The week after his disappearance had been the hardest. The days blurred together, a haze of emptiness and regret. I barely ate, barely spoke, and rarely left my room.

Then came the inevitable confrontation.

“You were doing so well!” my mother’s voice rang out as she stormed into my room, pulling me out of my daze. She stood at the foot of my bed, her face a mixture of anger and disappointment.

I pulled the blanket tighter around me, sinking deeper into the cocoon I’d made for myself.

“My God, dear, how are we going to marry you off to the Zenin family if you have no good educational background?!”

Her words hit me like a slap across the face. My heart skipped a beat, disbelief washing over me.

“What?” I whispered, sitting up slowly, my body stiff.

She froze for a moment, her lips parting as if she hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Then she sighed, as if the weight of the secret had been too heavy to carry any longer.

“Darling... this has been planned ever since you were born,” she admitted, her voice softer but no less cruel.

I stared at her, the words sinking in. The knot in my chest tightened as realization dawned. “No!” I shouted, my voice trembling with anger and despair. “You are not going to marry me off to some guy!”

She flinched but quickly regained her composure, her expression hardening. “This is the only way you’ll bring honor to this family,” she snapped. “You have no choice in the matter. So compose yourself and stop rotting in your bed!”

With that, she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I sat there in stunned silence, my chest heaving as tears streamed down my face. They hadn’t been pushing me for my sake it was all for appearances, for their own selfish desires.

I gave up Satoru for this.

A sob escaped my lips as I curled up into a ball, my body trembling with the force of my emotions. “I don’t want this,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t want this.”

The tears came harder, and I clutched at my pillow, burying my face in it as I choked out his name. “Satoru... please come back. Please, please,” I begged, my voice raw with desperation.

I kept chanting his name, over and over, like a prayer to the universe, hoping no, pleading that he’d hear me somehow.

Finally, exhaustion overtook me, and my cries grew quieter. “Toru... please... I need you,” I murmured one last time before succumbing to sleep.

In the stillness of the night, a soft glow bathed the room in an ethereal light, casting long shadows across the walls. The air shifted, carrying a faint, familiar warmth that seemed to seep into every corner, suffocating yet comforting all at once.

He appeared at the edge of the bed, his white hair catching the moonlight like a halo, though the expression on his face was anything but angelic. His usually vibrant eyes burned with something darker, something possessive. That ache mirrored mine, but there was an intensity there that sent a shiver down my spine even in sleep.

He knelt down beside me, his movements deliberate, almost reverent. His hand reached out hesitantly, trembling not with uncertainty but with the sheer weight of restraint. With a gentleness that felt paradoxical to the storm in his gaze, his finger brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“Silly girl,” he whispered, his voice low and laced with something that made the room feel colder and hotter all at once. There was a faint tremor in his tone, an edge that spoke of desperation barely contained. “Didn’t I tell you? You don’t have to cry for me.”

But I didn’t stir.

He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my skin. His hand lingered near mine, his fingers twitching as if itching to wrap around it, to claim it, to never let go. “I heard you,” he murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and something darker something unyielding. “I’ve always heard you.”

He tilted his head, his gaze fixed on me like I was the very center of his universe, the only thing that mattered in all of existence. “You don’t understand, do you?” he continued, his tone soft yet suffocating, like velvet draped over steel. “You called for me, Y/N. You need me. And now, I’m here. I won’t leave you again. I can’t.”

For a moment, he simply stayed there, watching me sleep with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His eyes flicked over my features, memorizing every detail as if I might slip away if he didn’t. Then, with a soft sigh, he brushed the hair from my face, his touch light but possessive, like I was something fragile and precious, yet irrevocably his.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken vows. “And I’m not letting go this time. You’re mine, Y/N. Mine to protect, to love, to keep. No one no one will take you away from me again.”

There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. It wasn’t a promise. It was a declaration. A warning. A claim.

As the glow around him began to dim, the darkness in his gaze only deepened. He turned his head suddenly, his sharp senses picking up a muffled argument from the floor below.

“…a disgrace to this family!” her mother’s voice hissed. “She’ll marry into the Zenins whether she likes it or not!”

“Do you even care what she wants?!” her father snapped back.

Satoru’s eyes narrowed, his expression shifting into something cold and calculating. The warmth that had filled the room moments ago was replaced by a chilling stillness. His lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile as he rose silently to his feet.

“Looks like some people need to be reminded of their place,” he murmured, his voice laced with venom, though it remained soft enough not to disturb her slumber. He glanced back at her peaceful face, his expression softening for a fleeting moment. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll take care of everything.”

With a final brush of his fingers against her cheek, he disappeared into the night, the promise of something irreversible lingering in the air.

Yearning

Feeling myself stir awake, I became gradually conscious of my surroundings the softness of the bed beneath me, the faint light of dawn filtering through my curtains, and the faint hum of morning stillness. But there was something else, a warmth in the air that felt achingly familiar, like the ghost of a presence I had been yearning for.

“Satoru…” His name slipped from my lips in a whisper, the sound barely audible to even my own ears. My heart ached at the thought. This was definitely him. I was sure of it.

Quickly, I forced my eyes open, turning toward the other side of my bed with a flicker of hope. The sheets were undisturbed, pristine, untouched. There was no trace of him no lingering glow, no scent, no sign that he had ever been there.

Disappointment hit me like a wave, sharp and suffocating, settling heavily in my chest. My shoulders slumped as I let out a shaky sigh, my fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. I bit my lip, trying to swallow the pang of sadness threatening to overwhelm me.

"Did I upset him so much that he doesn’t care about me anymore?” The thought struck harder than I expected, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. The memory of his touch, his voice, his presence all of it haunted me like an echo that refused to fade.

With another sigh, I swung my legs off the bed, letting my bare feet touch the cold floor. The chill sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me in the harsh reality of my solitude. The emptiness of the room pressed down on me, and I found myself craving the comforting, otherworldly warmth that only he could bring.

I glanced at the bookshelf across the room, its rows of spines neatly aligned, waiting for me to lose myself in their worlds. The idea of escapism was tempting, but I hesitated. My hand hovered over my chest, where my heart seemed to beat slower, heavier, as if mourning his absence.

“No,” I muttered under my breath, trying to steel myself. “I can’t stay like this. I have to move on… somehow.”

I walked to the shelf and picked up a book, my fingers brushing over its worn cover. It was a familiar story, one that had comforted me countless times before. But as I flipped through the pages and settled into the chair by the window, I found myself unable to focus.

Every sentence, every word felt hollow. My mind wandered, drifting back to him to his voice teasing me, to his eyes that seemed to hold the universe, to the way he called me silly as if it were the most endearing thing in the world.

I shook my head, gripping the book tighter. "No," I repeated, this time louder, trying to convince myself. "I’ll forget him. It’ll just… take a while."

But the thought of forgetting him felt impossible, like trying to erase the stars from the night sky. How could I forget the one who had brought magic into my life, who had made me feel seen and cherished in a way no one else ever had?

The sound of faint footsteps in the hallway jolted me from my thoughts. My parents. I stiffened, my jaw clenching. They were the reason for this the reason I had to let go of him, the reason my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces.

Ignoring the footsteps, I buried myself in the book, letting the words blur together as I retreated further into my mind. I’d ignore them, just as I’d ignore the gaping void he had left behind. Maybe if I pretended hard enough, if I clung to these stories long enough, I could forget the way he made me feel.

But deep down, a small, treacherous part of me whispered the truth I didn’t want to admit.

I didn’t want to forget Satoru. Not now. Not ever.

Satoru

Three days had passed since my explosive confrontation with my mother over the arranged marriage. The silence between us was deafening. She’d given me the silent treatment, and for once, I had mirrored her energy. My younger self would have crumbled under her cold shoulder, desperate for her attention and approval. But now? I didn’t care.

Or at least, I told myself I didn’t.

I repeated those words like a mantra every time the thought of her ignoring me crept in. I don’t care. I don’t care if she’s mad. I don’t care if she… My chest tightened, and my thoughts wavered. I don’t care if she dies.

But those words felt hollow.

A knot formed in my throat as I stared at the blank screen of my phone, the house unusually quiet around me. My resolve cracked, the mask of indifference slipping away piece by piece.

The sudden ring of my phone shattered the silence, jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I hesitated before answering, seeing my father’s name flash on the screen.

“Hello?” My voice wavered, unsteady.

“Sweetie...” His tone was heavy, laced with exhaustion and worry. “Your mom... she got into a car accident.”

My heart plummeted into my stomach, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

“She’s stable, but it was bad. I’m staying at the hospital tonight. You can come tomorrow, but for now, stay at home and rest, okay?”

I clutched the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. “O-okay,” I managed to whisper, my voice cracking.

The line went dead, leaving me alone in a suffocating silence. The weight of his words pressed down on me, and I felt my knees give way. The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the floor as I crumpled into myself, the tears coming in an unstoppable torrent.

“Oh God,” I choked out, gripping my chest as if that could ease the unbearable ache. My mind raced with memories, regrets, and guilt. All those words I threw at her, the anger I clung to I’d never imagined something like this.

As the hours dragged on, I cried until I was drained, the world around me fading into a blur of grief and exhaustion. I didn’t even notice the time creeping toward midnight, too lost in my anguish to care.

But then, I felt it a shift in the air, an unmistakable presence that made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I froze, my breath hitching as I slowly turned toward the source of the feeling. My heart stopped, and then raced with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming emotion.

There he was.

Standing at the edge of my room, bathed in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, was Satoru. His white hair glimmered like starlight, and his eyes a striking, otherworldly blue locked onto mine.

“Satoru…” I whispered, my voice trembling as fresh tears welled up in my eyes.

He tilted his head, his familiar teasing smirk playing on his lips. “I guess you missed me, huh?”

Before he could say anything more, I was on my feet, running toward him. His arms opened just in time to catch me as I threw myself into him, clutching him tightly.

“I thought you were gone,” I sobbed into his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

His arms wrapped around me, strong and secure, as if to shield me from the weight of the world. “Silly girl,” he murmured softly, resting his chin on the top of my head. “Did you really think I’d leave you for good?”

I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. They were warm, yet there was something darker lurking beneath the surface a fierce protectiveness that both comforted and unsettled me.

“I missed you,” he said, his voice soft yet resolute. “Every second away from you felt like torture.”

I shook my head, still clutching him like a lifeline. “You don’t understand, Satoru. My mom… she’s in the hospital. And it’s all too much. I don’t know how to”

Before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my forehead in a featherlight kiss. “You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N. I’m here now. I’ll make it better.”

I closed my eyes, letting myself believe him, if only for a moment. With Satoru here, everything felt just a little less heavy.

But as I nestled against him, the faintest flicker of something cold crossed his features. His eyes, once filled with warmth, glinted dangerously as he glanced toward the door.

“Your parents…” he murmured, his voice low and almost imperceptible. “They’ve caused you enough pain, haven’t they?”

I blinked up at him, not fully understanding his words. But the way his grip on me tightened ever so slightly sent a shiver down my spine.

“Satoru?” I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, the kind of smile that was equal parts reassuring and unnerving. “Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart. I’ll take care of everything.”

And as his words hung in the air, I couldn’t help but wonder what “everything” truly meant.

Neverland

“Say, Y/N,” Satoru began, his voice playful yet tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. He grabbed both my hands, his face so close to mine that I could see every mesmerizing detail of his crystalline blue eyes. “Do you want to see all the beauty of Neverland I’ve told you about?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him like this his carefree grin, his excitement so palpable it almost made me forget all my worries. “What do you mean?” I asked, thinking he was just here to share tales of his latest wild adventures.

“Come with me,” he said, his tone low and teasing, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around mine. “I’ll take you there. I’ll be with you the whole time. Don’t you want that? The strongest, right by your side?”

The words made my heart skip, but I laughed softly, brushing off his charm. “Oh, Satoru... you know me I’d love to. But my mother... I can’t just leave her right now.” I trailed off, confident he’d understand, but the flicker of disappointment in his eyes sent a chill through me.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his tone softer, almost coaxing. His hands shifted, cupping my cheeks gently, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Don’t you want to see the mermaids?” His thumbs brushed over my skin, his touch impossibly warm.

“That’s... really tempting,” I admitted with a small laugh, trying to ignore how his proximity made my heart race. “But I really can’t. We can do it some other time, when my mom’s feeling better.” I offered him a cheerful smile, hoping he’d let it go.

But his expression darkened ever so slightly, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. “Y/N,” he said again, his pouty voice practically dripping with charm. “I can bring you back before you need to go to her, I promise. Besides…” His lips curved into a sly smile. “Don’t you want to be with me? I thought you missed me.”

That pout how was I supposed to resist it? My resolve wavered as he leaned in closer, his teasing gaze making it impossible to think straight. I sighed, a mix of reluctance and yearning. “Fine. A quick tour. But you better keep me safe, Satoru.”

His grin widened, and he tilted his head, his white hair catching the light. “I wouldn’t dream of letting anything happen to you, my lady.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing gentle kisses along my knuckles. The tenderness of the gesture made my cheeks burn, but the possessiveness in his eyes only deepened the flush.

“I’ll make you the happiest girl in Neverland,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin one last time before he pulled away. And in that moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded there was only him, only us.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the giddy feeling blooming in my chest. “Alright, Mr. Strongest, how exactly are we getting to this Neverland of yours?” I teased, crossing my arms as I tilted my head.

Satoru smirked, his eyes gleaming like twin stars, as he leaned impossibly closer. "Pixie dust, of course," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement, but there was an edge to it something darker, something possessive. "Close your eyes, Y/N," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over my cheek.

I hesitated, feeling his hands glide from my cheeks down to my shoulders, his touch so light it sent a shiver down my spine. "Why do I need to close my eyes?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because," he said, his smirk widening, "I want to see that surprised, adorable face of yours when you realize the strongest can make anything happen. Besides..." His tone dropped, velvet-smooth but dangerous. "I don’t want you doubting me, Y/N."

Reluctantly, I let my eyelids flutter shut, and I felt his lips ghost against my ear. "Good girl," he murmured, sending a rush of heat through me. "Now hold on to me."

Before I could react, I felt him slide an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My eyes flew open at the sudden closeness, and my breath hitched as I looked up at him. His cerulean eyes bore into mine, dark and sparkling, like a dangerous sea that could pull me under.

"You didn’t trust me to keep you safe, did you?" he teased, his voice low and sultry. "I’ll show you, Y/N. You’ll never want to leave my side again."

His hand moved to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. "This," he said softly, "is pixie dust." His fingers trailed down to my wrist, where I felt a sudden warmth a glowing, shimmering light danced between us like fireflies.

I gasped, watching the ethereal glow spread from his touch to my skin. It felt intoxicating, like every worry, every tether to reality was slipping away. "Satoru..." I breathed, barely able to form the words.

He chuckled, his eyes softening but still holding that possessive edge. "Beautiful, isn’t it? Just like you." His words sent a flutter to my chest, but before I could respond, he pulled me even closer, so close that our foreheads touched.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "you’re mine now. No one else will ever make you feel the way I do. Not your mother, not anyone. It’s just us from now on, okay?"

There was a fierceness in his tone that made my stomach twist half in fear, half in something I didn’t want to admit. He was so close, so overwhelming, and yet, I couldn’t look away.

"I... Satoru, what are you saying?" I stammered, but he silenced me with a finger pressed gently to my lips.

"Shh," he cooed, his smile widening, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You’ll see soon enough. Now..." He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, cradling me as if I weighed nothing. "Let’s fly, my darling."

And with that, we were airborne, the glow of his cursed energy wrapping around us like a cocoon. The wind whipped past, and I felt a surge of exhilaration and fear as we soared higher and higher, the ground disappearing below us.

"Hold on tight," he murmured against my ear, his voice a mix of sweetness and something far darker. "You’ll never feel this free with anyone else. Remember that, Y/N."

I clung to him, my heart pounding as I looked at his profile, illuminated by the shimmering glow around us. For a moment, I thought I saw a glint of pure obsession in his eyes as he looked at me.

"This is just the beginning," he said, his lips brushing against my temple. "I’ll show you things you’ve only dreamed of. And by the time we’re done, you’ll never want to leave me. Never."

My pulse quickened at his words, and though a part of me wanted to question what he truly meant, I couldn’t bring myself to. Maybe it was the glow, the thrill of flight, or just the way he looked at me like I was his entire world.

For now, I let myself fall into the sky, into his arms, into whatever this was.

And somehow, I couldn’t tell if it was freedom or a trap.

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