I sit in our window sill watching the storm outside. Thunder crashes overhead, quickly followed by bright flashes of lightning. These are my favorite nights. Most people don't like storms. But I do. I like to hear the rumbling of thunder. I like to watch the bolts of lightning. For some reason, it's calming to me.
It's been six months since the Sukuna fight and the merger. Tengen has repaired the barrier around Jujutsu High, allowing us to remain safe again inside it for the time being. The reconstruction of the country seems to be going well. Shibuya isn't recovered. I think they said something about a huge monument being built there to commemorate the losses.
As for Jujutsu High, we're building a monument of our own. We lost a lot of good people since Shibuya. Too many. My heart hurts thinking about them. I still cry for them. So I try not to think about it. Satoru and I don't really talk about it anymore. It's too painful.
Megumi is recovered from his injuries. But mentally, not so much. Him and Kugisaki seem strong together. She helps him a lot of days, and he helps her just as much. A lot of times though, I'll find him at Tsumiki's grave. I usually visit once a week. Lay flowers down. Pay my respects. But Megumi goes every day. Usually late at night like this. He doesn't sleep much. But most of us since Shibuya don't. I'll find often that someone is always wandering the halls, haunted by ghosts of the past.
Itadori is one of those people. He can usually be found wandering the halls with a blank stare at his feet. My heart hurts for him. For all of them really. They've gone through too much as kids. They deserve better. But with Satoru, Shoko, and I, our hope is they'll slowly find some sort of normalcy in this world.
As for Satoru and I, we're as good as we can be. Niko keeps us busy, and when we aren't tending to him, Satoru is usually overseeing relations with the government. Since he's the head of the Jujutsu society now, he's coordinating a division within the government for Sorcerers. Sort of like special forces in the military, but without a lot of oversight. They fear him naturally, so his talks usually go well. We haven't gone public yet. The deal is to wait for the reconstruction to finish and give people time to recover. But we will, in time. The hope is to advertise it as an elite group of people. Warriors to be respected. Only time will tell though.
I have been helping a lot with rebuilding. It's going well. There's a lot to be done. But every now and again, my skills are called upon. The sorcerers that were reincarnated never really left after the Culling Games. So I'm tasked with disposing of those causing issues. No different than before. Always someone to hunt. One day I'll rest. One day.
We live on a property on Jujutsu High's campus. It used to be one of the higher ups places, but there are no more higher ups. So Satoru and I took it. We decided it may be best to get more space and privacy. It's got about five acres of land. And it's only a four bedroom, three bath house. It isn't a mansion by any means. But it's more space than what we had. We gave the kids an apartment for themselves. They're all only 16 or 17, but they've been through enough to deserve more space.
"Hey." I hear a familiar voice say behind me.
It startles me and I jump to my feet, ready for an attack, but then I relax, coming back to reality. It's only Satoru.
"It's just me." He says putting his hands up, "can't sleep again?" He asks.
I sigh sitting back on the window sill, "no. When can I?" I ask.
He scoffs, "I know. Dumb question."
He's dressed in some sleeping sweats. His blindfold is off, and his hair is falling in his face. He has his infinity off, and smirks sadly at me as he sits beside me.
"You know you can tell me right?" He asks.
"I didn't want to wake you." I say resting my head on my knees.
"Well, I don't think that's possible. I can't sleep either." He says.
He pulls me around where my back is to his chest. I lean back and get comfortable. His arms wrap around me as he rests his head on top of mine. We watch the storm together for a minute in silence. Rain tears at the window and the lightning is relentless. But it doesn't scare us. There are worse things to be scared of.
"What are you thinking of?" He asks.
"Do you think things will ever be normal?" I ask.
He sits for a moment, rubbing circles on my arm gently. Chills run up my arm at his comforting touch. Nothing in the world can comfort me like he can.
"No." He says finally, "how can it be? The whole world is going to change from this."
"Will we be okay?" I ask.
"I think so. Talks with the government are going good so far. Sorcerers will work to exorcize curses for commission. They'll be advertised as an elite task force, and hopefully will be highly respected in society. No more hiding ourselves from them. But, as far as we go." He says pausing, "I don't really think it'll ever be normal for us."
I sigh, "yeah. I know." I say.
"But hey," he says nudging me, "the most important thing is that we have each other. That is our strength."
I sit and watch the storm for another second before he sits me up and turns my head so I can see his bright blue eyes. The ones I fell so in love with.
"And always remember one thing above all else." He says.
"What's that?" I ask.
"I love you more than anything Naomi Gojo." He says.
I smile and kiss him softly on the lips. It isn't passionate, or hot. It's sweet and gentle. Comforting.
We part and I look at his beautiful blue eyes again, "And I love you more than anything, Satoru Gojo."
He pulls me back into him tightly. I rest my head on his chest and he kisses me on the top of the head lovingly.
"Always."
