Disabled | Gojo Satoru
You can't expect me to lose. Not when I know you're waiting for me. In which Satoru managed to survive the fight against Sukuna, but became disabled.The first timid rays of the March morning sun barely slipped into Satoru’s room through the tightly drawn curtains. Across the school grounds, an overwhelming silence reigned, broken only by the faint dripping of melting icicles.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was the same steady sound he remembered from Shoko’s infirmary three months ago, when he had first opened his eyes and, with uncooperative hands, tried to pull the IV needle from his vein. Three months of his life after, which felt like an eternity.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Days dripped into days, weeks into weeks, and along with them came the crushing realization that nothing would ever be the same again. The visible traces of the greatest battle of his life had nearly faded, but the scars within him remained wide open, unhealed wounds. For twenty-nine years, he had waited for that moment—the moment he would meet an opponent capable of giving him a true fight. But now, with that moment behind him... what was left? Who was he now? A weary man who gave everything for victory, and still somehow lost.
The pain and the horror, though left in the past, stretched mercilessly into the present. As if the reminder of his half-broken body wasn’t cruel enough.
Satoru sighed, staring up at the ceiling, running a hand across his face.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He was alive, yet inside he was falling apart. If not for her, he might have regretted surviving at all. For her he had clawed his way back from the other side. And now he feared it might have been in vain.
And the walker and wheelchair standing by his bed each morning were a mocking reminder of why.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
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