Chapter 16: Snow Covered Hearts

The night continued its howling winds and white flakes of snow in the darkness. Nobara just came back from Fushigoro's chamber. After Miss Jee left her alone, she tried sleeping; but, instantly abandoned the idea soon after. Thankfully, she didn't have to meet Sukuna soon but unfortunately, she needed to read Yuji's letter.

Nobara approached her dressing table. Arata delivered the content last night; however, she hasn't read it. She didn't even open it as a guilt rushed to her heart. Everytime she held the letter in her hand, Tsumiki kept flooding her head. She kept thinking back to how happy Tsumiki felt when talking about Yuji. Surely, anyone can see that she was in love with him. Nobara slowly began tearing the perfect white envelope, ruining the shape.

She sighed before taking out the white piece of paper. Her eyes scanned the writing and she almost laughed at how much it sounded like Yuji. His handwriting, colloquialism, humor, and unbothered personality all reflected on the content. She smiled to herself before a frown took it over completely. He said, "I love you" without a beat, which worried her. Yuji was falling for her and it was bad. Very bad. Not only was it going to create conflicts between the clans, strain the friendship between him and Fushigoro, hurt Tsumiki, but also, ruin Nobara's life. She absolutely couldn't afford Yuji dotting over her. She had to put a stop to it.

"Maybe if I only write seriously and all about Sukuna, then he will get the message" Nobara hoped she wasn't leading him on. She pondered whether to be clear about her feelings. Should I say, 'please stop loving me'? That sounds waaay too harsh.

Nobara began writing a response letter back. She wasn't going to waste anymore time being distracted when a maniac was trying to kill all of them. She bit her bottom lip as her hand started moving.

Dear Lord Yuji,

I am glad to hear that you are doing well. I hope the best for you and your brother. Please listen to him since I am sure he wishes the best for you.

As for the important matter I wanted to only discuss with you, I hope it falls on good hands. I am greatly disappointed in myself as I confess that I have been in contact with the evil Sukuna. He has lured me to one of his lairs behind the Zenin forestry after claiming an innocent life. I was forced to make a pact with him, which forced me to betray Lord Fushigoro by telling Sukuna detailed information of his whereabouts. As you can determine, he wishes to annihilate Lord Fushigoro first because he is the one who can seal Sukuna. He fears Lord Fushigoro, which is why he is looking for an opportunity to do so. I am too afraid to tell the Zenins of my involvement but I am trusting you as my best friend.

I apologize for all the troubles I have caused. I hope this invaluable information is in good hands.

Thank you,

Nobara Kugisaki

Nobara made sure to include the words, "best friend" in there to signal her response to his, "I love you". She knew this would hurt him but Nobara hoped that this revelation would distract him enough to focus on the matters at hand. Her body relaxed a little as a sigh of relief escaped her. Out of the three men, at least one has been taken care of. As much as she liked all this attention, it wasn't doing anything to aid her towards her dream. However, Fushigoro was a challenge. He has given her invaluable tools to get her started. Her heart fluttered again. Was she falling for him? Nobara shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't be tied down by this marriage. He wasn't getting past her barriers no matter what.

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Muta almost skidded across the street happily as the view of the Gojo mansion became vivid. However, the air was on a mission tonight. It screamed and swept everyone off their feet. Muta, on the other hand, was an important soldier of the Zenin's, it would take a ton of more pressure to take him down. He fought back against the wind and rushed to the white palace. The guards stationed at the gates barely saw him as he used his usual route to glide over the white and black walls. There was barely any sign of life as the snow drowned all that was left. Everywhere was white; it didn't help that the Gojo's structures were all white, reflecting Satoru's hair color and any members from the previous generations, minus Yuta's that was completely black. An oddity amongst the clan, but who was going to judge when there were only two members remaining and Yuta was the head?

"Miwa, it's me" Muta knocked a few times on the black door. The veranda was covered with glasses against the winds but the snow almost covered the exterior, making it difficult to see despite the clearness of the glass. However, Muta's body was turned away from the transparent walls as it faced Miwa's chamber. Silence was all that answered him back.

"Miwa, please. I have something very important to show you!" Muta's voice rose a little as he knocked harder. He knew Miwa was on the other side, possibly gripping her hands to her chest, thinking of what to do. He also knew she felt the most pain out of everyone. Something he hated himself for.

Miwa could hear her lover's voice, louder than the howling cries of the winds outside. Her heart beated louder than his knocks on her door. She almost paced in her room to think but stopped herself in the middle, he might hear her. Miwa positioned her body infront of the door as she stared at the still panel, hands clenched tighter to her chest. Her heart pounded so hard, her thoughts were jumbled. Still, she couldn't turn the only man away that she loved so dearly. Slowly, her feet moved before her body could permit it. The gold knob on the black door twirled to the right as a clack broke the silence. A smell of cinnamon and wood hit her nostrils as Muta came into view. Miwa almost collapsed from the almost unfamiliar face of a man she saw. Instantly, her heart knew who it was even if her mind didn't recognize the human form.

"It's me" is all he said as they both stared at each other. Miwa's eyes scanned him several times. She reached out her hand from the door knob to his face. Miwa's hand was cold despite her warm blankets that were holding her not too long ago. However, Muta didn't wince as the frozen hand searched his cheeks and the rest of his upper body. She squeezed his skin to feel if it was actually real. Before he came to her, Muta didn't even bother to check himself in the mirror. He didn't care how he looked; Miwa is all that mattered.

"It's cold but not...cold like metal" Miwa finally uttered out loud. Muta nodded, her hand still on his left cheek. "It's so nice" her eyes were bright as tears streamed down her face and she pulled away to cover her mouth as she turned around. "But how?!" She stared at him in disbelief, almost all of the tears washed off.

"Lord Naobito" Muta began to explain. "He was the reason I was able to do this. I am so grateful to him but now, let's run away Miwa. Let's be together. Forever" the last words cut through her and created a hole in her chest.

"Is this why...is this why you agreed to marry Maki? Why you acted so cold?!" Miwa shouted, something that caught Muta by surprise. He never heard her raise a voice, much less at him.

"Miwa I-" he didn't know how to respond. "I did it for us! I love you! We can just run away and everything will calm down after a while" he knew how hollow his words sounded. Muta closed his eyes in pain. He waited for her to tell him how ridiculous he was. Muta opened his eyes as Miwa closed and opened her mouth again, staring at the unfamiliar figure in her room.

"Muta...I can't" her voice broke. She tried best to collect herself as she stood her ground. "I serve the Gojo family. I will never betray the clans and I know you care for Master Naobito and the people you serve. So, please" she pointed at the door, "go". The last word was almost a whisper.

Muta knew; nothing he would say would stop her from turning him away. Their hearts ached in pain; but, more for each other. An invisible wall separated them both and time ticked away as they waited for the other to say something. Muta turned around. He stood for a second but nothing came out of his mouth. He gritted his teeth as he walked away, leaving Miwa to watch him bathe in the snow from the open door.

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Shoko barely had a second to kiss Satoru again before he closed the distance and did the deed himself. The hot spring was simmering as sweats coated their temples. Satoru and Shoko were kissing each other to their heart's content, ignoring the mini droplets of rain that clashed against the heated pool.

"Sa-" Shoko was tackled by his tongue again, barely able to breath. Her hand ran through his milky hair and a moan escaped Satoru's mouth against hers. Shoko rubbed the silky texture while he focused on her back. One of his hands went around her neck to her jaw, he held her in place while the other hand grasped her ass. Shoko could feel his bony fingers through her thin towel. They took each other's mouth again and again, each time grasping for breath. Shoko felt faint but Satoru wasn't giving her a break. It felt good; so good to finally stop thinking about their lost loved ones and focus on one another. The two didn't dare to think how they would have seen Satoru and Shoko's relationship right now. Those thoughts were at bay as the two obsessively clashed their bodies together.

"Shoko" Satoru's voice was hot and heavy against her skin. "Let's go upstairs". The rain was falling a little harder now, cooling their skin. Before Shoko could utter a response, he ran a hand on her thigh and grabbed her bottom to lift Shoko up to his waist. She wrapped her legs around him while panting, a few inches from his mouth. Satoru carried her inside the hallway. Shoko dropped her legs, trying to focus. Her head was fuzzy from the steam and her eyes tried blinking a few times to make sense of her surroundings. It felt like she was drunk. A hand still rested on Satoru's shoulder as she turned her body towards the exit that led to the right wing of the house. Her hand dropped from Satoru's shoulder as she walked.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping Shoko's movements. A little too aggressively, her hand wrung in pain. Her head instantly turned towards him before Satoru grabbed the rest of her body and shoved her against the wall, a few feet away from the men's bathroom door.

"You are so impatient" Shoko tried to push him away to give them a little space but Satoru was't having it. He smirked at her and a hungry look coated his eyes. His body towered over her and he almost swept Shoko off her feet as he took her mouth again. They were in deep; sloshing sounds echoed through the empty vestibule. "Ah ah" Shoko began to moan, unable to control herself as intensity filled the atmosphere.

"Fuck Shoko!" Satoru was restless; she knew he only cursed when he was going to go crazy. He looked like an animal to her and she was the prey. "I need you right now" he was talking like a lover. It felt strange to both of them. They choked it up to the horniness. He held her by the ass all the while groping her breast. It was hard; painfully waiting to be satisfied. She focused on his hair and shoulder. Satoru wasn't letting her do anything else; Shoko didn't complain, however. They were a mess. She was still surprised that their towels were intact.

Satoru dropped her before grabbing her wrist. He opened the door to the main hallway of the right wing and dragged each other to the staircase. She expected to be in the chamber straight away but Satoru stopped in the middle and walked backwards on the stairs. Shoko looked at him, and finally, their height was the same. Without saying a thing, he brought her down, back hitting the cold and hard white marble. The spiral staircase carried on as Shoko looked up to stare at its beauty. Satoru nipped her neck and her eyes were once again on him. He was laying on top of her, somehow making the awkward staircase make-out session work. Satoru was hot; he could make anything work.

"Awww!" Shoko screamed as her teeth bit her bottom lip to stop. Satoru bit her neck, coating the pale skin red. He was giving her hickeys. He continued to ignore her mixture of moans and screams as he made his way down to the canal of her breasts. A white cloth stopped him but Satoru pulled it apart as Shoko's breasts popped out, bouncing and bruising with hardness. His body trembled and a heat rushed to his nether, harding his own cock.

"Shoko" he pleaded. Her name felt good in his mouth; as good as the feeling in his body, watching her perfect form. He pulled her navy blue scrunchie, freeing her brown hair. She looked beautiful; breathtakingly beautiful. Shoko's hair spilled out on the staircase like liquid falling on a carpet. Her most distinct feature was the beauty mark underneath her right-eye. His right hand rested on the cold stairs while his left rose to touch the mole. He brushed a tear off from her rosy skin and to Shoko's surprise, placed the finger against his tongue to taste it. The tear felt salty but it was hers; Satoru didn't care. A round-shaped white window was resting at the intersection of the spiral staircase. The rain pounded against it, screaming to be let in, only to be ignored by the two lovers.

"Continue" is all Shoko's raspy voice could form. She wanted him badly just as he did want her. Satoru didn't hesitate before his mouth instantly went for her left breast.

"Ahhh!" Shoko almost screamed in pleasure as his warm mouth took her nipple and the rest of her bosom. She didn't know what to grab so her hands held the hard marble, she tried squeezing it but it retorted. "Mmmmmh" her moans were getting louder, sending shivers down her body. Satoru's mind was going crazy, hearing her being pleasured by him. He continued sucking and pulling, sloshing sounds echoed through the wall. The harder he sucked, the tighter his towel felt, making it impossible for him to focus. But, he was going to do this for Shoko; anything for her at this point.

"Uh!" Shoko's mouth escaped a loud moan as Satoru bit her left nipple. It was painful but oh so good. His mouth was like magic; he drowned her in his scent. All thoughts of judgement escaped their minds as all they could focus on was having a good time. It's been a while since the both felt any human contact that was beyond an innocent touch. Frankly, both were hungry for it. Satoru shifted to the other breast while Shoko grabbed his hair with her right hand, feeling more confident with her actions as they continued. He sucked and sucked, stopping to coat her with his saliva, twisting his tongue around the pink knob. When he was satisfied, Satoru continued leaving trails of kisses on her belly while Shoko's hand was carried down by his hair. Her other hand still held on to the hard pavement. All the coldness from the marble was no issue anymore as their bodies were burning. The rain continued to pour, darkness engulfing it.

Satoru groaned as he reached her nether. He raised his head, resting his chin on her lower belly. "Open up for me will you?" He innocently asked with a grin, Shoko's body heated up in embarrassment as her ears were coated red.

"Don't disappointment me stupid" she still talked to him the same, a chuckle escaping his lips. He loved that Shoko; the one who still acted like the academy girl he knew. It made him feel less old; a comforting feeling. Her legs separated, letting Satoru dive in. He instantly took to her clit, listening to her audible moans, louder than the pounding rain. It felt good knowing that he made her feel this way. No one would have ever guessed Satoru and Shoko would be in this situation, something they themselves didn't even think was possible a few days ago.

He licked her up and down while she tightened her grip on his angelic hair, unknowingly. Shoko was in euphoria; her eyes shut closed as her mind focused on the bottom area of her body. God it feels so good! Her mind kept screaming at her. Shoko bit her bottom lip as her body rocked against his mouth. A big sigh escaped her lips as his saliva and her wetness were intertwined. She was reaching her end.

"Cum in my mouth" he told her, head still between her thighs, and mouth on her slit. Another shock hit her body at his words. Satoru's attitude was always ridiculous; it seems that it didn't change during sex. He put more pressure on her pussy and inserted his tongue deeper, hitting her g-spot.

"Ughhh!" She couldn't hold herself together anymore. Shoko screamed as she came, feeling like a broken washing machine. Her body started to relax and her mouth sighed in relief.

Satoru cleaned her up by drinking her juices. She tasted sweet against his tongue, an welcomed taste. He gulped the content down and sighed in content. His body towered her again and the two stood staring at each other, thinking of the next move. Shoko was satisfied; however, Satoru ached in pain. He had to do something about the situation in his towel. "Shoko" his eyes were pleading again. She knew what he wanted. Shoko gulped, preparing herself for what's to come.

"We are not fucking on the staircase that's for sure" she pointed out as Satoru laughed.

"Let's go to our bedroom" he got up from his position and pulled her up with him. She was leaning against his half-naked body, fully unclothed. The way he said, "our bedroom" made Shoko's heart flutter. Lately, that feeling has been eating her insides. Shoko suspected that love was once again flooding her; something she thought would never happen after her last break-up.

"Let's go" she didn't argue as he climbed past her, guiding her wrist towards the intersection and up the rest of the spiral. They were on the second floor now, lengthy hallways extended left and right. The master bedroom sat at the left wing, straight up from the dining room on the main level. Shoko didn't feel any embarrassment as her naked body was being dragged in the hallway, portraits of different Gojo members stared at them as they walked to the end. It's like they were two lovers, freshly married, fucking anywhere they go. Satoru grinned and looked back at her.

"Don't mind my family members" he noticed her looking at them. "I am sure they would be proud of me".

"Shut up" Shoko laughed. The two were happy; genuinely after a long time. She didn't need alcohol and he didn't have to put up a facade. They reached the doorway; a lengthy window looked at them from the wall. It was the last window of the left wing and it sat between the master bedroom and another bedroom across it. Satoru opened the master bedroom's left door, while the right stood closed. It was huge, even taller than his already big stature; completely different from the rusty ones at Shoko's workplace. He still had her in his grasp and the two headed inside more white walls; however, the room was filled with old furniture and pictures. Nothing was Satoru's style but Shoko admired the vintage scenery. It screamed richness and privilege.

"I am excited" Satoru said as his right hand shoved the white door closed and pushed Shoko's body against it. He rested his hand on the same place he shut the door from and his tongue licked her neck from the right side. His left hand slid up her inner thighs and a slender finger entered her insides.

"Ahh!" She winced from the sudden touch and let him explore her body. Her mind was on cloud nine; eyes closed. Her juices started spilling out as another finger pulled her open. He sloshed around some more before pulling the fingers out of her to lick the content. Shoko could see his bulge now; she could tell how painful it was. The thin wrap was practically being pulled apart. She gulped as her eyes scanned the huge region.

"It doesn't disappoint" he smirked at her, noticing Shoko's stare. She felt embarrassed again but watched him place his hands on his waist, unraveling the white towel and dropping it on the ground. Finally free from the cloth, his cock jumped out, standing there like a sword, brightly red and aroused. Shoko gulped again; her legs felt weak before it even made contact with it.

"It depends if you can use it right" she shot back. Shoko wasn't going to let off Satoru so easily; this bastard was too cocky. She could see why now but it was going to take more than just the show.

"Come here" he didn't take too lightly to her remark and grabbed her close to him, Shoko's belly hitting against the large mount. His nail dug into her right arm while his other hand grabbed her by the hair. He kissed her with force, mirroring the one from the hot spring hallway. His hunger returned once more and she felt her body ignited once again. Fully naked, the two made out in the center of the room, the chandelier stood a few inches away on the ceiling. The king-sized bed was waiting behind them. Satoru's ancestors decided to include British-American furniture in the bedroom. However, the taste was still lacking according to him. Satoru didn't appreciate anything past its prime.

"Mmh" Shoko's mouth was blocked off. She tried to pull herself together but Satoru broke her apart. He was on her like a predator onto a prey. He was so hungry; more than she saw him being before. He couldn't resist the urge anymore; he had to be inside her. Satoru pulled her onto the bed and didn't wait to enter. She screamed as his dick slid past her opening and deeper till there was no room left. Shoko never had anyone this big; it hurt. Tears coated her eyes as she focused on his beautiful face. Despite the mess, Satoru looked so hot. It almost felt wrong to her, seeing her best friend this way; but, it was too late for that. The two already went too far and there was no turning back.

"Agh!" Satoru grunted as he pushed past her barriers. He filled her up completely and dropped his hand on the warm fabric of the bed. He was looking down at her pretty face, hair spilling on the bed just as it was on the staircase. When he began moving, Shoko cried out.

"Satoru!" She screamed his name and he moved faster. The pain she felt earlier was fading away and instead, pleasure was the only thing left. Her legs were all the way up in the air, almost like a yoga move. His body fully hovered over her, legs bent to comfortably let himself in. Despite how ridiculous they looked, they didn't care as long as that good feeling became great and that is all that surrounded them. He pounded her louder than the rain against the window. It was no competition against his movements. He went in and out, watching her moaning and pleading for him.

"Shoko fuck!" He groaned and picked up his pace. It feels so fucking good! His head screamed in delight. "I am gonna fill you up Shoko. Take it all in!" he shouted. He was embarrassingly loud but she felt herself agreeing to his demands. Satoru's hands then pulled her wrists up her head and pinned it in place. He tilted his head to the left and took her mouth. The bed was shaking with each impact. Each thrust made Shoko tilt her head back; however, his mouth locked it in place. It felt like torture but torture that she admittedly enjoyed. Satoru could feel his end. He didn't want to pull out of her. If it was up to him, he would take her again and again. He thought of how she was going to be his bride, meaning that he could have her whenever he wanted. The thought was enough to reach the summit. He came, crashing inside her like snow from an avalanche. The white foam filled her up as he peered his mouth away from hers and groaned, chin in the air and eyes closed. Shoko squirmed underneath him, tilting her head and releasing a moan as she felt the warm liquid staining her insides.

"Shoko" he was panting. She was panting as well. Both out of breath and lingering eyes. Before she could ask, he jerked away and pulled out of her in one motion. Satoru then grabbed her left hand using his right and flipped her onto her back, doggy style. She didn't have any energy to protest or lay on her four; so, Shoko had her bottom in the air while her breasts and upper body rested on the soft red pillow. She grasped the edges while Satoru rammed in her again from behind.

"Ah!" She screamed again, mouth hurting from the process, voice breaking. Without another word, he pounded her more. Her body vibrated from the impact and he held her waist to put it into place.

"Shit!" Satoru shouted at the ceiling as he continued fucking her. Shoko had her mouth against the pillow. "Look at me Shoko. I want to hear you moan my name" he demanded from her, looking at her from her right side. She peeked her head from the red pillow and her gleaming eyes met his shimmering blue ones.

"Satoru! Yessss" She kept shifting her eyes from his to his dick as it came in and out of her. It was difficult focusing as everything moved at such an incredible speed. It was intense. Shoko almost felt like he was doing her as fast as he fought the bad guys. She wondered if she could walk tomorrow. However, tomorrow felt far away as he thrusted deeper and deeper. He hit some more spots and each time, she screamed for more.

"Fuck I am nearing my end Shoko" he pumped into her some more before dropping his body on her back, hands resting next to hers as cum spilled out of him and into her. He went in and out a few more times, slowly filling her all the way. A few spilled out of her pussy and it slid along her thighs, Shoko watched it from her position. Her body went up and down as she panted heavily. Satoru finished and slowly began departing. The rain still continued despite their end. She dropped her lower body onto the bed as he propped himself beside her, making sure to grab the red blanket as he laid down. Here they were, panting heavily, darkness filling the mansion, and spooning each other. Satoru held her, wrapping a hand around her waist, below the blanket. He pulled her closer to him, bodies glued to one another.

"For once, it felt good being carried away" he broke the silence first. Shoko nodded in agreement. Satoru's face was buried into her silky hair. Both were tired but hunger wasn't bothering them at all. They escaped dinner that night and let the rain drift them off to sleep.

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It was morning. Despite the snow, light swept through the glass windows and lit up Satoru's ethereal face; his eyes lazily opened and it shimmered blue, bathed in light. His sculpted body laid under the red blanket, white hair glowing. However, nobody was there to notice his angelic presence.

"Shoko?" His eyes darted around the room as he shot up from the bed. No sign of her. Satoru was still naked from the night before. He rubbed the back of his head and yawned, holding a hand against his mouth. Water formed in the corner of his eyes. He felt her presence nearby so Satoru dashed to the adjacent bathroom.

Shoko began preparing breakfast together. She figured she owed him from the last time. She hoped her meal turned out as good as his; although, Shoko didn't have time to practice as of late. Her work started early and ended late, which meant breakfast came from her father, lunch from the bakery nearby, and dinner from her mother. She washed the plates as compensation.

"Mmh what are you making for me?" Satoru came up behind her, hair wet from his shower. Shoko's body was against the kitchen island, one hand holding the green bell pepper on the wooden cutting board while the other on a golden knife, almost slicing through. Satoru's chin rested on her left shoulder, causing her to perk up.

"Roasted veggies and miso" she answered him. He smelled of citrus and lime, they used the same soap to shower this morning it seemed.

"Keeping it healthy huh?" He groaned a little and Shoko laughed.

"I am a doctor, remember?" A smirk formed on her face as she thought about getting back at him for forcing her to eat breakfast the day before. She never minded it since her father did the same but Satoru was a different matter. He raised his head from her shoulder. He was one head taller than her. His chin rested on her hair next, smelling her shampoo.

"Aren't ya gonna help me?" Shoko asked, slicing through the rest of the veggies.

"I like watching you work more" he innocently said, it hung in the air. Another ping reached their hearts and the two stood there for a second. Satoru slid his hands across hers, one on top of the knife while the other holding the vegetable in place. It was like a parent teaching their kid how to slice. He guided her, bony fingers against her delicate ones. The pressure warmed her insides. He could watch her all day, hold her in place while Shoko could close her eyes and let him. His head tilted to the left and he nibbled on her ear. A shade of red coated it as Shoko flushed from embarrassment. Satoru then slid his tongue inside her ear, her body jerking up in shock but he held her in place. Shoko bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, letting him twirl his tongue in her ear. She was embarrassed by what he was doing but let him nonetheless.

"W-wait" She jerked her shoulder away, causing Satoru to pull back. "I have to take the roasted fishes out of the oven and roast the veggies next".

Satoru chuckled, his face slowly softened from the raised eyebrows. "I don't want to burn it dummy" she exclaimed while he helped her pull things together. The breakfast was almost ready, minus the veggies being roasted. Shoko barely closed the oven before Satoru took her waist and lightly shoved her against the kitchen island. The two were wearing their morning robes, the fireplace was burning wood so a yogi wasn't needed. Satoru wore a white while Shoko wore a marigold one. Suddenly, he got down to his knees as her face formed into a question, wondering what her devious friend was planning.

"Shoko" he began, "I didn't have the right time to bring it up so maybe now would be a good time. I know you rejected me before but like, at least take it this time". She was still confused as his right hand slipped into the white robe's pocket and pulled out a diamond ring; a huge one at that. Shoko's eyes widened in shock and her hands instantly went up to her mouth as it opened.

"Satoru I-" she didn't know what to say. She knew along with an engagement ring, she would receive many gifts from the Gojo clan but this was from Satoru. Something he picked by himself.

"Hurry up and take it stupid, my knees hurt" he said annoyingly as Shoko laughed.

"Fine dummy" she then brought out her left hand and he took her ring finger to slide the diamond up. It was beautiful, shimmering white as vines wrapped around the shape.

Satoru rose up from his position and kissed her. The two didn't recognize one another as they pulled at their lips. They were acting more and more like a couple; breaking the best friend barrier further and further. Despite their closeness though, neither was sure if it was out of love or necessity…