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The girl was in a deep sleep, unaware of the outside world. Someone laid her on the bed, and Gojo Satoru removed the blindfold from her face and put it in his pocket. His gaze slowly swept over the girl, from the ends of her curly hair to her curled fingertips, finally resting on the white bandage wrapped around her neck.
Very clean bandage.
He pinched the knot at the end of the bandage with his fingertips and untied it with a gentle pull, slowly removing it one circle at a time - his movements were deliberately gentle, so as not to disturb the sleeping person. As the bandage slipped off, he leaned over and carefully examined the exposed skin.
"Slit throat?" he whispered to himself. Glass had already treated the wound with a reverse technique, and the surface had healed smoothly. However, considering the location of the wound was so critical, the vocal cords were most likely injured, and a long period of rest would be required for recovery.
But was it just the throat? The man's gaze shifted downwards again. Hipper was covered in so many bandages, they practically obscured most of her body. What kind of wounds were hidden in those bandage-covered areas?
He unbuttoned the girl's clothes gently and carefully, slowly removing the fabric before removing the bandages wrapped around her arms, waist and abdomen one by one.
Every time he untied a piece of clothing, his eyes became more scrutinizing, carefully scanning every inch of her skin. After confirming that the front was clear, he gently turned her over, not even leaving out every corner of her back.
"..." A moment's silence. All wounds had been completely healed by the glass, leaving only faint, almost invisible marks of healing on the surface of the skin.
Even her hands were like this. He stretched out his hand and spread open Hipper's palm, brushing his fingertips across her fingertips. The blood on her palm wasn't from an old injury, but from the one she had inflicted herself just before she passed out. Looking closely, he could see a little bit of fresh blood embedded in the cracks of her nails.
After checking her body, Gojo Satoru helped her put her clothes back on, carefully fastening each button. After everything was in order, his gaze returned to the girl's face, finally stopping at her left eyelid - there was a very thin wound there, with a trace of blood faintly oozing out.
"Curse." And it was a very powerful curse.
The wounds caused by this curse are difficult to heal, and even Glass's reversal technique may be helpless against it.
He wiped away the seeping blood with his fingertips, lowered his eyes to stare at the scar on the girl's eyelid, and waited quietly for her to wake up from her coma.
This was the first meeting that he had been describing over and over again for days and nights, and even looked forward to in his dreams. Every minute and every second should be cherished and not be neglected.
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“Hmm…”
A soft moan escaped from between the quilts, and the girl's eyelashes trembled as she woke from her chaotic slumber.
My eyes, misty as they opened, blurred my vision, unable to discern my surroundings. My consciousness was still caught in a sticky, half-asleep state. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes again, and my body rolled over. I rolled the quilt into a ball, tucking it tightly between my knees, and buried my face deep in the pillow.
Hmm...what does it smell like?
The tip of her nose suddenly caught a strange yet familiar scent. It was not the smell she usually smelled on her pillow, but rather a crisp, cool tone mixed with a hint of sweetness.
The girl subconsciously twitched her nose and sniffed twice, but at this moment her brain was like a ball of water-soaked cotton wool, and it was a mess. She couldn't tell the source of the smell.
It feels so familiar... I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before, but I can't remember where.
She turned over restlessly again, her back pressed against the soft mattress, but the breath seemed to have a shape, lingering at the tip of her nose, hooking her chaotic consciousness and making it difficult for her to wake up completely.
There seemed to be some kind of natural soothing factor hidden in this breath, which lingered lightly at the tip of the nose. After just two gentle breaths, my tense nerves instantly relaxed as if they were soaked in warm water.
There was a lazy warmth throughout my limbs, and even my head started to feel heavy and dizzy as if wrapped in cotton. I couldn't even connect the simplest thoughts, and I just wanted to let go completely, following this sense of security.
So comfortable~
"Haha, so stupid."
A clear and playful male voice suddenly rang in my ears, like a pebble thrown into calm water, instantly breaking the silence in the room.
!!!!!!
Her whole body stiffened, and the sleepiness was instantly startled away. She opened her eyes suddenly and hurriedly pushed herself up to sit up, not caring about the quilt sliding off her shoulders. Her eyes frantically scanned the bedside.
"Gojo-sensei!?"
The moment she saw the man's figure clearly, she blurted out. Then, her chaotic mind seemed to have been opened up by the Ren and Du meridians, and it instantly became clear.
It’s this smell, exactly the same as the aura of Gojo Sensei!
There was a daze and shock in her eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, which made the man beside the bed couldn't help laughing.
So cute just woke up.
"Oh, no, no." The man moved closer, placed his hands on either side of the girl's body, and gently held her in his arms. "This is the first time we meet~"
He took off the eye mask on his face, revealing his iconic pair of blue eyes that seemed to be dipped in starlight, and leaned over so that she could see his eyes clearly.
"Nice to meet you," his eyes were filled with smiles as his gaze moved across the girl's flushed cheeks as she just woke up, his voice clear.
"I am the only Six-Eyes outside of the 102,415 universes who has not been rescued from the Prison Gate by a genius."
Seeing that the girl was still shocked and speechless, he patiently added another explanation.
"You can think of it this way: all the other Gojo Satoru, except me, are offshoots born from my existence. Simply put, it's the concept of a parallel world."
Huh? A parallel world?
This guy is... the real body?
Countless thoughts suddenly exploded in the genius's mind, and question marks lingered.
How could this be possible? She must still be dreaming strange dreams.
She stared blankly at the man in front of her, her pupils slightly dilated, her face full of disbelief, like a frozen kitten.
"Then how did you get out of the prison gate?" Hipper asked, genuinely curious. But a ridiculous thought popped up in his mind—could it be that Fushiguro Shier used the Tennimu to save you? If so, that would be too ridiculous...
"I came out by myself~" The ending tone rose playfully, and he was smiling, as if showing off some small achievement.
oO???
Huh? He was capable of coming out on his own? Then why had she saved Liuyan so many times before? Was all her hard work just self-inflicted?
An indescribable sense of absurdity washed over her, mixed with a hint of inexplicable grievance, causing her to faintly collapse. This guy could save himself, so why was he making her work so much? What a jerk!
Thinking this, the man suddenly closed his arms and held her firmly in his arms. The familiar cool breath instantly enveloped her, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice soft.
"It's not easy to see you."
There was a calm and gentle tone in his voice.
"We finally meet, Hipper."
Those meetings, kisses, and hugs that existed in the memories of countless parallel worlds now seemed vague and distant - far less real than the feeling of his real body temperature against her skin and the touch of his palm at this moment.
"..." Hipper opened his mouth. He was full of questions and grievances, but now it seemed as if his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say a word.
"Say something, Hipper."
Seeing that she was silent, he simply acted like a spoiled child and begged her, rubbing his face gently against her cheek, his fingertips entangled with her long hair, circling around his knuckles. Although it was their first meeting, his actions were very intimate.
What was there to say? The original body had come to her on its own, so her previous efforts were all in vain. What else was there to say? Hadn't he already said everything he needed to say?
“…”
But she finally sighed, suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart, opened her arms and hugged him back, "Nice to meet you?"
"...Alright." Gojo Satoru didn't complain, only softly agreeing, as if reluctantly accepting it. He pulled away slightly, his gaze settling on the wound over her left eye, his fingertips carefully pressing gently. "Who did this? Does it hurt?"
"pain."
The girl nestled her head in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, her voice a little hoarse and weak.
"I was terribly scared. First I fell from a great height, and then I was attacked by a cursed spirit... At that time, I thought I was definitely dead."
She rambled on, sporadically recounting a series of chaotic details, from the weightlessness of falling from a height to the fear of the cursed spirits attacking her. The man didn't interrupt, simply listening quietly, his fingertips still unconsciously playing with the girl's hair—letting it go, then wrapping it around his knuckles again, his movements patient, just like the countless endless days and nights he had spent waiting for the genius to arrive at the Prison Gate.
Even time seemed to be slowed down by him.
In fact, during the days when they had not met, Gojo Satoru was imagining the scene of their first meeting in his mind every minute and every second.
He had repeatedly imagined the scene of their first meeting in his mind.
Perhaps it was on a street bathed in warm sunlight, where he had just finished buying dessert and turned around to see the girl standing behind him. Or perhaps it was at the Jujutsu High School, where her sudden appearance triggered the barrier alarm.
He'd rehearsed his first words countless times in his mind. Should he smile, wave, and say, "Sorry for the wait," or should he feign casualness and then slowly introduce himself?
He had polished those detailed ideas over and over again in countless days and nights, just to give her the most perfect opening when they met.
The time when he couldn't see her was long and difficult. He could only draw a little bit of thoughts about her from the fragmented memories of the parallel world as nourishment, and endured day by day, looking forward to the day of reunion and first meeting.
But when they finally met, he lost his previous anxiety. Just like now, he quietly looked at her red eyes, listened attentively to her nagging about the little things that had wronged her, and his palm could touch her warm back.
Such a real hug and such a plain getting along are more reassuring than any fantasy scenes, so this is good.
This is the most perfect and most worthwhile future among all endings.
Just like you once said to Gojo Satoru - "No matter how bad your future is, as long as I'm here, it will definitely be the best future."
Hipper, it’s not “you can bring the best future”, but you yourself are the most precious, irreplaceable and best future I have ever encountered.
Thanks.
"So - do you have a wish that you want to fulfill?" Hipper's fingertips poked the soft flesh of his cheek and pinched it twice. The touch was soft.
"Hmm? So kind?" Gojo Satoru let her do whatever she wanted, with a smile in his eyes and even his voice was gentle and indulgent.
She bent her knuckles and flicked his forehead, not hard. "When I fell from a great height before, I thought about this - if someone could come to save me, I would help him fulfill a wish in the name of genius."
As she spoke, her eyes curved into crescents. There was no trace of the danger and gloom she had experienced before.
"Yuji saved me, so I ate Sukuna's finger to help him change that future."
"You saved me, and as promised, I will grant you one wish."
The shadow of death once brushed past her nose, but when she said these words at this moment, her tone was calm, and there was no fear in her eyes, which was rare.
“…” He remained silent, but complex emotions were surging in his heart.
You've saved countless "Gojo Satoru," spanning countless parallel worlds, time and again pulling them out of dire straits. Compared to all you've done, my rescue this time isn't even one-tenth of what you've sacrificed.
As if seeing through Gojo Satoru's thoughts, the girl tapped the skin beneath his eyes, not allowing him to question. "Saving me once is enough to make up for saving you a hundred thousand times. I'm a genius—the center of the world."
He is arrogant, with shining eyes, proud and complacent.
"...Thanks for your hard work, Hipper, all this time."
He finally put aside the complexities and sighed softly. Those troubles Gojo Satoru had gotten into were quite troublesome, weren't they? Crossing worlds again and again to save them, must it be tiring?
He tightened his arms, hugging Hipper even tighter, his obsession spreading like a shadow. "Since you've been willing to approach us again and again in the past, willing to risk everything to save us, then you'll probably continue to do so in the future, right? Continue to give Gojo Satoru your all, never let him turn you down, never let him get tired of you, and most importantly, never let him refuse you."
Surrender to me, Hipper. Give me all you are—your tenderness, your edge, your love, your hatred.
Don’t even think about getting away from now on. Stay entangled with Liuyan forever.
In fact, his original wish had been realized as early as the moment he reunited with Hipper.
But the human heart is always full of unfillable gaps. When they meet, more greed arises - like in other parallel worlds, the companionship of a boy, the careful teaching of a teacher, the redemption of a new student... He has never had any of these, and can only savor the exclusive time belonging to the other six-eyed people and Hipper over and over again in fragments of memory.
He wanted to create memories that belonged only to him and her, wanted to keep her firmly by his side, wanted to bend down and smell the fragrance of her hair, wanted to hold her in his arms and feel the real warmth, wanted to have her completely to himself, so that she would only see him in her eyes.
Thousands of desires surged in my heart, but in the end, only one sentence came out.
"Can I kiss you?"
In fact, he had long been sure that Hipper would agree. But the words still slipped out of his mouth uncontrollably, perhaps because he wanted to go through the motions, or perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to replicate what the other Gojo Satoru had done to her in those parallel worlds.
He just wanted to hear her answer, wanted to hear her say: OK, sure, no problem.
Want her consent.
"...Uh, is this your wish? Nothing else?" Hipper was stunned, very surprised - such a simple wish, it would be fine even if it was given to him for free, it's just a kiss.
"Uh-huh. So—can I kiss you?"
She didn't ask any more questions, raised her head from his arms, and took the initiative to move closer to kiss him.
"For you~" Her voice was sweet and hoarse, like sugar and honey.
Not wanting the kiss to end so quickly, the man tightened his grip and deepened the kiss. His palm rested on the back of her neck, pressing her towards him—he knew he was retreating to advance. Being too greedy would alert this genius. He had to take his time; she would eventually take the bait. Look, she's already moving towards him, hasn't she?
But just one step wasn't enough; she had to take the remaining ninety-nine steps. This time, he wanted her to be sober and ready to fall for his trick—to move closer to him even though she knew there might be a trick ahead.
Because the one in front of her was the first Gojo Satoru.
With her greed, she would never let go of such a unique existence, right?
My dear—wife?
His scent was all too familiar, a refreshing aroma wrapped in a scorching heat. As their lips met, Hipper was momentarily lost in thought, unable to tell if it was the real person kissing her, or a parallel version of him—all the touches and scents of Gojo Satoru merged into a blur of warmth.
She was completely intoxicated by this familiar scent, her head starting to feel dizzy again, her remaining rationality shaking and extinguishing. Her fingertips unconsciously hooked around his collar, and her lips and tongue took the initiative to entwine with him, rubbing and demanding with a hint of eagerness, wanting more, more turbulent love.
Are you confused now?
There was a playful look on the man's face - could he still tell who was kissing her at this moment?
His palm gently rested on the girl's waist. Just the slightest pressure from his fingertips sent a shudder through her body, and a delicate, yet unbearable, moan escaped her lips. Her body softened as if she had no bones, and her eyes misted over. She bit his lower lip gently, the desire in her eyes so clear it threatened to overflow.
"Wu, kiss me again." Her voice was soft and hoarse, sticky, delicate and cute.
Do you really just want another kiss?
He could see it clearly - her trembling fingers, the red tips of her ears, and her body pressed close to him, had already revealed her deeper desire, and even her body was almost unable to hold back the heat.
He just smiled, his fingertips gently circling the delicate skin of her lower back, taking his time to enjoy the pleasure of holding her in his palm at the moment, wanting to tease her even more.
"Kiss me again, teacher." Seeing that he didn't move, Hipper simply tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and rubbed the corner of his lips with the tip of her tongue. She looked so soft, obedient, and a little seductive, and so erotic that it made people's hearts burn.
But Gojo Satoru still didn't move. He didn't lean over to kiss her, nor did he make any other movements. He just used his six pale eyes to quietly look at the eagerness in her eyes.
Go a little crazier, Hipper. He needs to see more desire.
"Wuwu..." A whimper of grievance escaped from her throat, and the girl's eyes gradually turned red, and tears were about to roll down. But the man in front of her was extremely calm, not at all affected by her appearance. Sippe endured it again and again, and simply reached out and pressed her palm directly on his lower abdomen. When she raised her eyes, her eyes were full of accusation.
She doesn't seem crazy, she seems to be mad.
This bold move finally made the man put aside his joking thoughts. He sighed helplessly, took off his uniform jacket, fished out his eye mask from his pocket, and covered the girl's eyes.
The blindfold completely obscured his vision, plunging his surroundings into darkness. Without the support of vision, his hearing seemed infinitely amplified, and the rustling of clothes against each other became especially clear—the soft thud of fabric sliding, the subtle clatter of buttons unbuttoning, each sound tickling his heart like a feather.
Hipper subconsciously shrank his body, curled up his fingertips, and straightened his back, showing a bit of defensiveness.
"Heh." The man couldn't help laughing when he saw her like this - she was boldly teasing him the previous second, but now she was timidly shrinking back. The contrast was so big and adorable.
He did not stop her, nor did he expose her nervousness. He just let her maintain this defensive posture, gently stroking the top of her head, and patiently waiting for her to slowly let down her guard.
"Can't even a kiss satisfy you?" His voice lowered, hoarse, magnetic, and sexy, and his breath brushed against her ear. "Then, don't regret it next time, okay?"
"It hurts a little, just a little bit, bear with it, okay?"
Gojo Satoru's voice fell close to her ear, low and slightly hoarse, gently scratching her nerves. He had done a lot of homework - knowing what posture would make her collapse, what sound would make her tense body relax, and... what words would make her most excited.
Every word was deliberately gentle, yet concealed an irresistible attraction. It was clearly a reminder, but it was more like a temptation, preventing her from even thinking of refusing.
I don't want to refuse, it's hard to refuse.
"Can you kiss me again?" The girl's trembling words now sounded more like a wish. The person who granted her the wish was now begging him to give her a kiss.
“…”
You really are...driving Liuyan completely crazy.
Let this kiss mark the beginning of our reunion.
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