𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓎𝒶

𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

[ladysasuya]

ᝰ.ᐟ Write the raw, paint the truth ‎˚⊹ 18 Tiktok She/her ‎♡‧₊ Requests here! ⋆✴︎˚｡. Busy with DAA Discord. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Elysia Sasuya .ᐟ⋆ Colonel's wife

[ladysasuya]

Summary : When Megumi was young, he met an obnoxiously loud man with a huge presence. At his apperance, his world stretched wider, no longer stuck at the world he was once in. Gojo Satoru. That's the one who stepped up when he was quietly in need of support. Not just his mentor, more of a father. Alongside him, was you, not just Satoru's wife, more of his mother. The young couple who stood with him

Content tags : Parental figure Gojo Satoru and reader, Familial affection between Megumi and you, romantic moments with Gojo Satoru, use of teasing words to Megumi (gumi, little gumi), Megumi is actually a teenager here, use of familial terms (dad, mom, papa, mama). Adorable fluff.

Megumi feels both hot and cold. Cold because of the shivers that ran down his whole body, his hair standing up at the uncontrollable temperature of his surroundings. That's why he's curled up in bed, seeking to be away from the cold. Hot because of the heat his body is emitting, due to the fact that his temperature struck up to 38C°. One touch is enough to burn you like a lava just touched you. That meant nothing to you though, you were nursing him– touching his skin so carelessly that he has to remind you the same reminder: “ Don't get too close, I'm sick. You might catch it. ”

Stubborn as you are, you smiled at him, wiping his sweat through the use of a clean damp towel. “ I've been nursing you since yesterday, I won't get sick. ” it was true. You haven't left at all, you stayed by his side, ready to assist him in any way you can. He says you didn't need to. He says he can do it himself and yet he remains rotten in bed, unmoving. Damn this sickness– is all he could think of. He is being a burden. He just hopes it will pass soon so you don't strain yourself too hard. “ I hope you recover, Gumi. ” amidst his thoughts, her hand finds his, squeezing it lightly. Oh, he prays for that. Right away even. So just he wouldn't be a burden.

Or maybe so he wouldn't have to endure the unbearable beam of energy Gojo Satoru carries. Here he comes. “ Yo, Gumi Gumi! Guess what your dad bought? ” and here is the exact person he dreaded to deal with. The same grin since yesterday is plastered on his lips as he approaches the bed, plopping right beside him, near you. “ Aww, the baby Gumi is sweaty and needs a shower. Good thing his mama is here. ” absolutely horrendous. Now this time it isn't because of the sickness, perhaps it is, of him that is. He might even consider getting sick just because of his constant teasing. His stress levels must be up there.

“ Satoru, really? You know Gumi doesn't like your teasing antics, playing house and all. ” you chuckled. Deep inside however, he knew that a feeling of happiness and warmth is already blooming in you. So for the sake of it, he tolerates Gojo Satoru. He lets him trespass and poke his tired and heavy body. He groans at him though when he literally just pushes him up, earning a smack from you. “ Be careful, can you? Oh gosh, sorry Gumi. ” again, the irritation leaves and he just nods at her. “ Damn, what favoritism. Here I am getting you the food you wanted and that's what I get? ” Satoru huffs.

“ That's enough for you two, Gumi has to eat now. I'll- ” hope swells up in his chest when he waits for what he most wanted to hear, you to feed him. Definitely not because he enjoys it, he does. but because that means Gojo wouldn't have to play airplanes in feeding him but oh well, poor luck. “ You can rest, wifey. I'll feed our Gumi Gumi. Poor baby needs to eat. ” this elicited a glare from him, about to finally send out a protest– once again cut off. “I know you stayed up late at night for Gumi, go on and rest. ” Satoru knew what he was doing when he used the final blow of reasoning, winking at Gumi knowingly. He cannot refuse now for you.

So here he is, sitting against the headboard, body still a little bit paralyzed. If it weren't for that poisonous curse, he wouldn't be here, getting fed by no other than his mentor. Truly, damn. “ Stop cursing me in your head will you? Get this airplane in your mouth, woosh here it comes! ” Satoru mimicked a plane landing towards the lane or not because he dodged, he cannot bear this. “ Oh no! The plane crashed now. ” Satoru laughs, almost letting out a huge snort when he ends up complying because the food actually did fall down. Just a few bits went onto the sheets though. “ Clean it up, I don't want her to clean this mess. ”

“ Go eat then. ” Satoru knew he would and he did. Minutes passed and Megumi was finally done. Finally, finally, no more Gojo Satoru. Just you who has come back from a nap it seems. You stretched out your arms there, sauntering to Satoru's side who gave you a forehead kiss. “ Successful landing, pilot? ” you teased and he let you. “ Very much, just for my pretty darling. ” Satoru mused, drowning in your scent as he pressed his lips on your neck. Great, now he has to see this unfold. Cough. Cough. Cough. “ Alright, I'll accompany Gumi now, get your ass going 'toru. ” you shake your head, keeping your laughter hidden because of the face of disgust Megumi was showing.

Now, the " finally " actually happened. It's just a comfortable silence. Softer. Better. Because you're here. “ I'm sorry about Satoru. He may be overbearing to you but let me tell you how he insists on visiting you daily despite busy missions. ” he feels himself go steady, voluntarily this time. His eyes focus better on your face, the light beside the bed illuminating the gentle expression it has. He knows that look. The look of love towards Satoru and him. He feels this warm feeling creeping up to his chest again. “ He actually rushes to finish curses just to buy you what you ate earlier. ” you shook your head, smiling even wider. The warmth he felt suffused even more.

“ Yeah. He's like that. I'm sorry if I'm irritable during moments like this. ” He acknowledged it, bowing his head low as a sign of reverence. He looks just like a dog filled with guilt. He knew that their energy levels don't match up, technically like what extroverts and introverts are like. But once again, he knew that his teasing was more than just for the sake of pissing him off, it was his care for him. “ Please don't tell him but as much as I am irritated with the teasing and noises, I am grateful for him. ” you, who was sitting on the seat stood up to lay down beside him. This act is for more intimacy and secrecy. A display of her trustworthiness. “ I won't tell him. So, you actually think that? ”

“ I would be ungrateful and spoiled if I didn't. He did take me in when me and Tsumiki were barely living with the lack of needs. ” his eyes cast themselves low, nostalgia and something tender swirling in his irises. “ I remember, it was also our first meeting. Kinda like we were having our first kids. ” you bit your lower lip, a cheeky smile of pride and joy hidden as to not cause him discomfort. “ It was, thank you.. ” a pause, silence. This time you felt the bed grow heavier and warmer so your eyes drift to check up on him. You were right, he's sleeping– “ Dad is a stubborn and joyous man. It's bad if I don't accept him and the contagious joy. ” your breath hitches.

“ Mom, thank you. You two. ” now silence again. The vastness of the room is nothing in comparison to the small space the two of you are in so you can confirm his asleep state. “ So shocked? He can be straightforward when he's sick and sleepy. ” Satoru emerges from the shadow of the door left ajar earlier. He dips beside you, admiring the huge smile on your lips. “ I didn't know he actually thought of us like that. ” you whispered, reaching out to hug him. It felt so domestic, so loving. “ It feels like a family huh? I know that's what you're thinking. ” he laughs softly and quietly.

“ I know, I know, we are, honey. You did well with Gumi's growth. Well done mama. ” you raised your head from his embrace immediately though and smirked. “ Why are you acting like he didn't acknowledge you first hm? You shy then, papa? ” now's your turn, a revenge for your little Gumi. Satoru froze then, his face flushed with a hint of smile forming on his mouth. “ He did. ” this time, it's not hot and cold for Megumi now. It's warm and nice. He fell asleep right after hearing it.

I am absolutely missing Gojo Satoru. 😩

[ladysasuya]

Academic rival!Zayne grew up as a well-renowned prodigy among his family, peers and all those that surround him. Anyone who interacts with him and even those who do not can already state one thing. He's not just smart, he's incredibly intelligent. His mind is shaped into a vast library full of knowledge. He never truly met anyone who could get along with him and his brain not until he met you.

Academic rival! Zayne was in highschool when he met you. He didn't really pay attention to anyone, he did– not much, barely but also just enough. He didn't even spare you one, until you were stuck in a predicament. Your teacher caught you sleeping in class and reprimanded you, it was supposed to be a long scolding session. Everyone knew that the teacher was a terror one, she'd get you punished if you even failed to answer her question. That is..you didn't.

Academic rival! Zayne should have shrugged it off and studied on his own quietly but quietness wasn't an option. Your voice stole that choice because of its firmness and confidence. You didn't allow yourself to be humiliated, not at all. You were polite when you shut her up with a rebuttal and answered the questions precisely and swiftly. Done. Class silent then class dismissed.

Academic rival! Zayne now felt the shift of his behavior, a change to his attitude. His attention began to slip and unwantedly too, involuntarily finding its way to you. You, who isn't actually the lazy type, just a relaxed one. You who often read her book, indulging in your own world. You who pass work on time then move on to teaching others what they find confusing. That's when he finds himself not just glancing but looking at you. He even knew your routine at this point.

Academic rival! Zayne may have given you many glances, well, too long to be one— but he didn't genuinely expect you to occupy the table hidden in the corner in the library. It was his spot, the only one he'd ever choose, no matter the space of the premises. He didn't leave however, instead he finds his way to you. He didn't greet you nor look at you, he just sat and began his studies.

Academic rival! Zayne felt himself at peace, only to become hyper-aware of you moving closer than you should. He had the right space to not bother you yet he finds himself finally breaking his gaze away from his book to look at you. You're now in front of him. You smiled at him and pointed at the literature he was studying, your eyes shone so bright that he mistook them for Sirius A, a star he is fond of. He wouldn't tell you that though, he didn't plan on letting himself drift away from his studies.

Academic rival! Zayne somehow found himself engaging in a conversation with you about it. He heard your opinion about the book— not a simple one that others would just utter to catch his interest. You actually rambled about your character analysis, the hidden symbolism, connection of plots and more. Some of it, he already knew but for the first time, most of it isn't that known to him. It was like he entered a mysterious place for once. He remains outside, not able to explore it yet. Should he explore more of who you are?

Academic rival! Zayne began to stumble in your direction or was it you that tagged along? None of it mattered because it's always the same, the two flocked like birds. It started with the library sessions wherein the two let their meetings happen and they talked about different books that soon became topics outside of that. It went for hours that both of you almost ended up locked if you didn't dash to the entrance with your hand on his. After that, it extended to study sessions at his house and other places he knew aren't for studying.

Academic rival! Zayne felt this mutual connection between you two that he didn't even consider seeing you as a rival, but then a competition took place and you got the first place. He didn't know you were in the contest in all honesty, that's why surprise hit him. Peculiarly, it was a pleasant and warm surprise. He found himself admiring you with a smile that's more than pride but adoration. When you saw him, your eyes widened just as your smile did. It made him forget that you took his usual spot for a while. If you were to show him that sweet smile and pretty dimples again? I bet he'd let it happen all over again.

Academic rival! Zayne is even more active in class this time. Yes, he participated a lot but it's mostly the teachers calling him for the answer. This time it's voluntary, he actually raises his hand and shows more of his public speaking skills. But it's not just him doing that, someone else is also standing in another spotlight. Right in front of him was you, not just speaking but discussing the lesson. When he recites, you do too. It's been a routine now.

Academic rival! Zayne saw the changes now. His scores are either the highest or the second highest. It's like an up and down scale that cannot seem to be measured. Now, he felt a fire long gone before now igniting. It was an empowered passion. He didn't stop meeting with you still, he kept studying with you, this time more purposeful. He explored many things with you. He explained and even debated topics with you. What was monotone became lively.

Academic rival! Zayne wouldn't admit it outright but he is beginning to like the way you challenge him more. You have become bolder, poking fun at him and teasing him about being the smartest king that fell from grace. He didn't mind it, rather, his lips even quirked up. It twitched, not out of annoyance but amusement and fondness. With that, missions surfaced and the two are now clashing greatly that the room felt more of a battle ground than a classroom. You are against each other's throats, stealing chances to recite and get perfect scores. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses. It's unstable, but why does he need to do this? He wants to.

Academic rival! Zayne only agreed because of the rewards. The first one was simple, he has to do something for her if she wins and if he does, then she buys him a pack of sweet cookies. The more it accumulates, the harder it gets however. He had to come out of his comfort zone sometimes because of their deal. He needed to wear your outfits and give you a fashion show. That day onwards, he transformed into a more demanding version of him. This time she also has to do the same, but in his clothes. He doesn't even know why he demanded this but deep inside, a certain reason was lurking. He liked seeing you in his clothes.

Academic rival! Zayne has gotten out of focus since then, the deal nearly forgotten. Good thing she reminded him with a knowing look. Despite him being quiet and more aware, you were there being too carefree.It broke something in him. He thought of an idea that he mustn't entertain, don't you see him as a man? He shouldn't entertain it, he did. He is more at advantage now, winning and sealing deals. He made you do more difficult and embarrassing requests. This time, he made you act as his girlfriend on a date with him at a restaurant where you actually succeeded with flying colors. A situation that gave him a ticklish sensation in his chest.

Academic rival! Zayne now sees unexpected moments unfold that didn't even appear before. He could discern it was because of his last request. Now, his eyes are unraveling more of you, the way you get easily flustered and putty when he's too close. The way your voice gets unnecessarily high and even the way you avoid his gaze. He should be glad you didn't avoid him until you did. It's been a week and he almost wrecked his mind, his nerves pounding because of the stress of thoughts of you. He just finished his class and is on the rooftop now to clear his mind. It was serene and empty, until it wasn't.

Academic rival! Zayne sees you abruptly appear in front of him. He couldn't utter anything. He was awfully and uncharacteristically silent. So you let your nervous voice out to lessen the tension. You cast him a sassy glare and talked about how he didn't even reach out. Then next thing he knows, you put your lips in a thin line before reminding him of their deal. You were victorious when you out-ranked him. And so, she did the one he didn't anticipate the most. You gave him a peck that lasted for a few seconds before turning away, your face was flushed when you said it's what you wanted for the deal.

Academic rival! Zayne was a calm man, full of composure that never cracks. But you really broke him apart and turned him anew, his lips are on yours in a flash. His hand gently snakes at your nape, sliding up to the tangles of your hair. Both of you melted as he hungrily but tenderly devours you, his tongue slips and tastes the sweetness that he knows well– vanilla, kind of like ice cream. He was so lost, absolutely drowned by your taste. His trance stops when you constantly smack his arm. That's when he reluctantly stops and moves away slowly, just a few inches.

Academic rival! Zayne finally sees your diluted eyes and swollen lips, he didn't even miss the furrow of your eyebrows. Your voice shook as you spoke, not something that you do at all. He felt his heart fighting with the sound of your voice, it was half of the noise he was hearing. When his eyes dropped to your lips, he caught on to what you just said. A confession to him. Your words no longer compete with the thump of his heart. He clearly heard how you've been admiring him, how you love simple moments with him, and more things about him that he doesn't even know. If he hadn't kissed you again, you wouldn't have stopped the hilariously anxious ramble. Could he still be considered a fallen king? He doubts he would ever fall if there's an equally powerful queen beside him– you.

I genuinely love academic rivals to lovers trope. Like, who wouldn't? It's probably every nerd's dream. Truly, to have Zayne as your rival is 😩 !

[ladysasuya]

Summary : When a nightmare strikes like thunder, it shakes your whole consciousness that dream seems to be infused in reality. The only one that can grasp you back to the real world is the one that makes you feel alive– Caleb. Suddenly, the distance no longer feels suffocating and agonizing; his arms are there to prove it all false you wish it is. The truthful and trust-worthy promise that Caleb said is the reality that you can accept.

Content tags : traumatic hidden memory (dream), child experimentation, abusive experimentation (knives, syringe, chip) . domestic Caleb, soft comfort, sweet promise, pet names (pipsqueak, pips, baby, honey), kisses, hugging, cuddling.

The thumping of my heart fuels the energy of the adrenaline inside of me, it rushes from nerve to nerve that it occupies all my senses. My throat feels too tight, the air inside me stolen by my anxiety that it's starting to choke me. I open my mouth to speak, only for nothing to be uttered as I hopelessly wait for help that I fear I won't receive. Perhaps I need to struggle harder in freeing myself from the restraints of the straps. My finger is just about to lift itself when my eyes catch sight of..a doctor?

Someone in a scrub suit follows, speaking my name just before she says: “ Professor Lucius, everything is ready.” The word ready stirred the confusion that I felt from the very beginning. But, it's only a few seconds before my heart jumps so hard that it knocks off that feeling, now replaced with fear. The ugly feeling did not gnaw at me but rather slowly swallowed me as I saw them surround me with a syringe, knife and a small piece of..chip? “ ngh! ” a whimper barely managed to escape but it did, I widened my eyes full of horror, expressing all I needed.

They didn't stop for me; rather they continued, the knife just above my skin that my widened eyes turned into a closed one, a great frown etched on my face. I can feel the tip of it slide for a bit and I have to bite my lower lip to the point of bleeding. I hate knives, I hate this, I don't want to di- there's a cut. Not on my skin but with the train of my thoughts as I flinch at the slam of the door. My eyes open in fear, only to widen in recognition. Fear. Even more fear. “ Caleb? ”

That was the last thing I was able to utter when next thing I know, I'm no longer on the table, escorted out with a peculiar politeness. I should be greatly relieved and I should probably even run immediately. Everything stops however, the door, my steps, my whole body. What is Caleb doing in the room? Why is he laying down where I'm restrained? “ Caleb, what are you doing?! ” My yell does not reach him when two people claw at my arms to pull me back and my anxiety skyrockets.

“ Please no! What are you going to do to him?! ” my eyes don't leave his face, his features are no longer soft and serene as I am used to but rather worried and broken. Why? That's when I realize the exact answer despite the haziness and confusion of what actually is happening. My mind slurs but I fight off whatever holds me back. My heartbeat increases so much that it hurts my chest, fills my ears and tingles my whole body especially when I see him cry when I see the knife slides with ease on his skin.

I remember what he said then: " I won't lose against them, I have someone I must protect! " It used to be funny to me because he seemed like a pretty prince charming that's too tiny and fragile. I didn't want to doubt but I felt no need to take it seriously. Now, it's more than serious. He was actually serious. So serious that he bled for me, no matter the pain he clenched his hand and stared away from me. Please no. “ Caleb!! Stop, no! Let go! Caleb!! ” My voice echoes through the hall, I don't stop at all, I keep on doing it even when my eyes flutter so many times. Anger, sorrow, fear, anxiety, all of it shoots to my body but then I see him, his mouth uttering his nickname for me.

“ Pipsqueak, pipsqueak! ” His voice is oddly tender and realistic this time. It's even devoid of the pained scream that rang through the room but my mind doesn't relent and instilled the hideous and agonizing image of my dream in me. Touch. A warm palm is placed on my cheek, thumb working on wiping off the tears that I didn't even notice were falling. I am frustrated, the bubbling feeling of something clearer than before rising before I finally open my eyes, the gasp I forced coming out. “ Hey, hey, you're alright, baby. ” That's his voice.

I could only whimper weakly, words at loss as if grief really caught up to me. I don't want that, I never will– Before my thoughts can even deteriorate by recalling the gut-wrenching memory, Caleb rubs my back slowly, forming a good distraction for long. “ It's okay, baby. You're fine with me, I'm here. ” despite the speed of my heart fighting back, at least my breath stabilized. My eyes that used to be in tremor now are concerned and soft. “ Caleb. ” my voice cracks and I had to question if it's not just a dream, that my scream reverberated so certainly at my–

“ Shh. ” Caleb hushes me softly. The hues of my eyes glistened as I traced my eyes on the worried but caring look in his face. He remains calm, his palm now shifting itself to rest on my waist. His hold on me is firm and I get reminded of the exasperating distance between us before. That's enough to have me tighten my arms around his waist. I know it makes me seem like a kid in a frightened situation but I won't let myself think otherwise. “ I'm glad you're safe. Please don't go, stay with me.”

The vulnerability of my voice is visible and as much as Caleb knows I hide away at moments like this, I cannot find a cave where I can store all these emotions because it's spilling out. Even so, when has Caleb ever denied me to hug him for solace? The answer is never, I know it so well and his touch— fingers under my chin confirms it as he tilts it. “ It's okay if you cannot tell me about it. What's important is that you're feeling much better. ” His purple eyes swirls like the galaxy I like, perfectly capturing the look I have on my face. I sigh at the sight. He sees me, he hears me. That's what matters now. I'm not far from him. I snuggle closer as I think that, nuzzling my face on his arm.

“ Caleb..I had a bad nightmare. ” I start, my eyes not leaving him even for a moment. There's no way he'd be out of reach again right? A question once again answered when he nodded, urging me to continue. I can see his reddish ears perk up to listen. “ It was so frustrating. I was strapped, all ready to be..experimented on? ” more of another question than statement, but that for sure made him focus even more eagerly, his eyes sharpening. “ Tell me more, pips. What happened? ”

The way his breath turned slower caught my attention and I almost hesitated because of how eager he seems to know. It's just a dream, is it not? For the first time, I break our eye contact and it drifts off. He must have noticed this so he patted my head and kissed it. It's like a sign that he will know either way, he knows me, by heart. He knows that I am weak when I'm on his lap, curled up in his embrace. “ The first time we did this, you fell asleep on me. ” he chuckled, directing attention to somewhere else. Again, he adjusted for me like he always does. He knows that I need time to move forward with what I will say.

“ I did, but I don't wanna sleep again because.. ” my doubt lingers but then he peppers kisses all over my face. Giggles come out involuntarily at this, my ticklish spots barely hidden away when he kisses my neck. He stays there. “ Whether you are asleep or not, I'll be next to you. I'm with you until the end of the earth, there's no end with us. ” Gosh, it definitely healed a huge part of my pained heart. I'd even bet that it melted so warmly that I sighed and let all tension release itself. “ I've always been here, even when you move forward, I stay behind and wait. I'm waiting now, pips. ”

“ Thank you, Caleb. ” relief made my body flushed on his, our warmth merging that it's taking all the attention away from what surely isn't true. I hope it is. Our eyes meet again, silence filling the dimmed room, obscuring the whole world outside from us. I don't even know how but our lips meet, words that need to be exchanged all swallowed from the tongue that protrudes to take it. Everything felt slow and soft now. My eyes open slowly, pulling away as I breathe shakily. “ Is that a seal of promise? ” I say, finally, I am no longer bound to my dream and I can jest.

“ If it was then I'd be kissing you every single day. My sweet words are my promises to you, baby. ” I'd be embarrassed if I saw my irises diluted like a puppy in love but he is exactly the same. I laugh at that, his palm smoothens my skirt, gentleman as ever. “ Well, I hope you don't steal my words now. Can I..? ” his eyes no longer narrow, rather he keeps it reassuring and he nods again. He's so patient that I think I need to make it worth it. “ In my nightmare, I was strapped, ready to be experimented on. But then.. ” I gulp, the images flickering like a deadly flashback.

“ hmm, yes, what happened, love? ” His hum catches my staggering attention. This time his hands cup my cheeks, not tight, not loose, it's just right. I gather the courage, speaking again. “ You took my spot. Your skin gets sliced and you scream. I wanted to..I really wanted to help you. ” I almost struggled to breathe but Caleb knew before this even happened. I see him breathe in and out intentionally, I follow as much as I can. “ I screamed and shoved everyone away. I tried getting to you. ” tears arrived and flowed, each and every one of it caught by his thumb. “ I felt so frustrated. I hate it, I don't want you sacrificing yourself. Please. I don't want you in pain. ”

Finally, I'm able to freely express my frustration, sorrow, fear and worry. I felt like a water that lets the waves of emotions flow without a care. “ Please, Caleb. Promise me you'll be safe. If you do, I will do the same. ” I should have simply asked it but I know the same yearning and protective feeling I have is inside him too. Shameless of me. “ We have always been safe, baby. In my arms you are, not a thing in the world can hurt you. While you're here, I'm sure your hunter skills can protect me too.” With this, my body is flushed with his now and I sob quietly in his arms, agreeing through nods. “ If you're alright, I am too. ”

Time flew, but I didn't mind any of it. All I can focus now is that I am secure in Caleb's arms, I made sure that it's the same for him. I never left his embrace, instead I even tried to close whatever gap we had. This– is enough. Before I even know it, my tears are dried. “ You feeling better, honey? ” he presses his forehead on mine, eyes closed as he smiles. If I see him this close, I think I can rest all my thoughts. “ I feel good. You know your way to my heart huh? ” I whispered, tilting my head to the side to peck his lips. “ I always know the way to you. Isn't that the same to you? ” a pause.

“ We'll never get lost. Our paths always cross y'know. That way, distance doesn't exist. We're just safe and close to one another. I will never give up on that, I have you to protect. ” Once again, his statement flies back to my mind. It should have felt like a despicable bug as terrifying as the dream. It should have reminded me of his sacrifice, the one that's supposed to save me yet it hurt me even more. But him saying it like this? His breath hitting my skin? His body almost joined with mine? It's like a butterfly. Ticklish inside my stomach. A dream come true. Now my eyes can close and I can sleep in peace again.

Have you ever wondered what it's like if you, as the MC would remember the experiments you went through? This shows that idea! ;)