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"What about you?"
Your gaze is always fixed on others—the well-being of Gojo Satoru, the exhaustion of Ieiri Shoko, the uncertainty of Geto Suguru. Even those passing through another world can still feel your tenderness, within your observation. Has anyone ever told you that when your pupils reflect the entire world, your own shadow has long been blurred?
"you--"
The words reached her lips, but she swallowed them back. Her fever was raging, her breath burning, her consciousness groggy. Asking her further at this point would be embarrassing.
"never mind."
With a low sigh, he swallowed all his questions, cupped her hot face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Let me ask you another question." He leaned closer and pinched her burning fingertips. "Do you recognize who I am? - Which 'Gojo Satoru' is taking care of you?"
"There are 102,415 universes. Can you recognize which one is your lover?"
If you dare to recognize the wrong person, you're finished! (fiercely)
Worried that she was dizzy and unable to see due to the fever, he deliberately moved his face closer so that her distracted eyes could focus on him.
The girl was so dizzy from the fever that she couldn't open her eyes, but a hand was pinching her cheek, pinching it again and again, neither lightly nor heavily.
"You're not allowed to sleep. You haven't taken your medicine yet." The man's voice buzzed in my ears, and I frowned uncomfortably. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't break free. I simply pouted in grievance, and my eyes suddenly became hot and tearful.
Tears hung on her eyelashes, but the man refused to let go, and even rubbed her hot soft flesh with his fingertips in a vicious way——
“…Wow.”
Are you really going to cry?
"Hurry up, who am I? Answer me and I'll give you medicine." Her tears fell down her cheeks, but Gojo Satoru just raised an eyebrow, as if he found something interesting, and gently rubbed his fingertips across her wet face, wiping away the warm tears.
"I told you, crying is useless." He chuckled, his knuckles brushing against the corners of her red eyes, a gesture both frivolous and nasty. He slowly wiped away her fresh tears, his fingertips deliberately lingering on her cheek for two extra seconds, as if to confirm whether she was truly wronged.
"Hurry up and answer me." He leaned in, his breath brushing against the tip of the girl's ear, his voice patient and gentle. "Do you still want to sleep?"
Gojo-sensei, who was filming off-camera, tutted in dissatisfaction. Hipper's crying face was a rare CG. Does this kid even know how to comfort someone? No, he got on top.
And Hipper, didn't he teach her to use her tears? Don't cry so easily. Are you the type who forgets about the blackmail you're trying to do once you start crying?
Then... he might as well give it a try next time.
She sobbed, then suddenly bit Gojo Satoru's cheek. Tears still hung on her eyelashes, but her teeth had already sunk into his flesh. He hissed in pain, but smiled softly and let her vent her anger until she let go, leaving a wet mark on his teeth.
The moment he let go, he secretly rubbed the tooth mark he had just bitten with the tip of his tongue——
"Enlightenment."
She recognized him, there was no mistake. In 102,415 universes, among so many Gojo Satoru, she recognized her lover.
"How did you recognize her?" Whether it was by instinct or by remembering the characteristics, he wanted to hear an explanation from his lover.
Just think of it as coaxing him.
She buried her face deep in the crook of his neck, her hair brushing against his skin, her breath warm and moist.
"Because—" The voice muffled in his shoulder, shrinking into a sigh, "The only place where I can cry is the Primordial Celestial Body..." Her voice was light and soft, each word drawn out, "The only place where I can cry is here."
Isn't the implication of her words that I am special to her?
I tried hard to suppress my smile and maintain a cool appearance.
I can't laugh, I absolutely can't laugh out loud at this moment - if she finds out that I'm so easy to coax, won't she use this kind of words to control me every day in the future?
"It's time to take medicine."
He opened the medicine box with one hand, the aluminum foil making a subtle crisp sound, while his other hand had to repeatedly support the girl's slumped shoulder. She leaned against him drowsily, her hair messy and rubbing against his neck, completely different from her usual cold and reserved demeanor.
"The contrast is too great..." He chuckled, and gently brushed away her hair. "You won't kill me when you wake up, will you?"
Thinking of the embarrassed and angry expression she might show after she woke up, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. He was about to pull away to get some water, but was tripped by Hipper's arms around her - she seemed to instinctively entangled herself with the heat source, even pulling open his collar, and almost hanging on him.
“…”
"Tsk, clingy."
Looking at his lover, who was rarely acting coquettishly in his arms, a tenderness filled his eyes. Perhaps like all sick people, when weak, they are particularly fragile, and so is their heart. Gojo Satoru simply lifted her up, letting her sit in his arms, and stood up to pick up the glass of water.
He had long been accustomed to his lover's indifference—that reserved, yet distant, feeling, not passionate, but enough to make him savor it. Hipper's affection was always hidden in her eyes. Occasionally, a frivolous joke, or a kiss dropped when he was off guard, would send his heart racing and him secretly delighted.
But today was different. She suddenly clung to him, her arms wrapped around his waist, her cheek pressed against his back, clinging to him without warning—what was this? Was she finally willing to shed that distant shell for a moment?
Waiting for her to open up was not easy. Lovers always cloak themselves in smiles. He had tried many times, using jokes to test her, using tenderness to draw closer. But she simply brushed it off, her smile not reaching her eyes, as if separated by a layer of mist, so close yet so untouchable.
Until tonight, when she spoke delirious words after a high fever - this was the first time she talked about her heart, allowing him to glimpse the tiny scars hidden inside.
They were lovers, and Hipper could have just as easily asked him for everything she wanted. Whether it was coquettishness, willfulness, or even unreasonable possessiveness, she was ready to accept it all. But she was always too silent, not even making the slightest attempt.
Gojo Satoru sometimes wondered if Hipper had never truly relied on anyone. The way she digested her emotions alone, her polite and distant smile, the way she controlled even arguments with such restraint.
Be a little willful and spoiled, or occupy his weekends tyrannically, at least then he can be sure that Hipper needs him.
If she wasn't even unreasonable or willful, had she ever considered that she would also feel uneasy?
Fortunately, he was patient enough to wait until her heart cracked. Call him despicable or take advantage of someone's misfortune—he accepted it.
Normally, Hipper was sober and restrained, carefully considering her words. But at this moment, words that she would never say when she was sober, like melted honey, flowed out from her lips in a sticky mess.
Having a bad conscience?
Absolutely not.
He just wanted to know more about her.
After all, when the sun rises, Hipper will return to her flawless self. This rare moment of honesty was stolen by him.
Consider it your reward for taking care of the patients.
Caring for patients is far more than just giving medicine and measuring body temperature on time.
You must learn to read the unspoken desire in her eyes. Real care is the warmth of your hand holding hers when you accompany her, and the rhythm of stroking her back when she wakes up.
He smiled and nuzzled the top of her head with his chin, feeling the man in his arms nuzzle into her neck again. As the warm water poured into the cup, his palms rhythmically caressed her back, and he deliberately slowed down his pace as he walked, so as not to shake her.
When the rim of the cup was close to her lips, he still coaxed her softly: "Ah - open your mouth."
"Slow down, don't choke."
At this age when he should be acting recklessly, he gave all his patience to one person.
It should have been a reckless teenage years - skipping classes with friends to play in the arcade all day, running wild on the streets at midnight, fighting over trivial matters, and making up in the blink of an eye.
But he learned to wait too early, like guarding a desert in the rainy season, letting all the restlessness settle into silence.
Wait for her to turn around.
Wait for her to speak.
Wait for her to take the initiative.
What boy at this age isn't proud and reckless? Yet, he had turned his life into an empty city, always open to her, with the gates ajar and flags hanging low, waiting for her to walk in one day.
"Would you just take one more look?" I reached out and pushed the door, but it wasn't locked at all.
“Hey, Satoru~”
The girl buried in his neck raised her head and gently kissed the corner of his mouth, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.
"Hold on tight, I'm going to fall."
She is sweet and coquettish, and it is even more deadly when she calls his name.
Her breath was close at hand, and her eyelashes trembled as they brushed across his cheek. The kiss was gentle and sweet, but at this most passionate moment, he was unusually clear-headed.
"I've been manipulated again." This realization emerged in my mind very clearly.
She knew how to tease him.
...Forget it, it's better to control yourself than to control others.
"So quiet." After taking the medicine, the person nestled in his arms began to talk actively. "You usually have a hundred thousand questions, why don't you say anything?"
You still have the nerve to ask?
If someone hadn't wrapped herself up like an onion, would he have asked her when he got the chance?
But sick people are unreasonable, and she usually has many wrong ideas.
"Aren't you curious about me? You're really failing in your duty as a lover."
She was the one who ignored him, she was the one who was ambiguous, and she was the one who questioned him first.
I won't make a fuss about it since you're sick today.
^_^
After being with her for so long, I have mastered some skills, such as not following her lead once a disagreement arises.
Admit your mistake immediately or drop the topic.
This is the quickest way to end a conflict.
Gojo Satoru usually chooses the third one - to get to the bottom of it.
Don't admit your mistakes, don't apologize, and don't be soft-hearted.
Please, how far has he retreated? If he retreats further, won't she become lawless?
She is sick today and is taking a break.
"Really? Then I asked?" He carried the person in his arms back to the bed, and the two of them snuggled up to each other, hugging each other tightly. "Don't be silent, tell me everything."
"We're lovers, can you be a little more honest?" Thinking of those omnipresent eyes, he gritted his teeth, "I don't have any secrets from you anymore."
Growing up under the watchful eyes, how can there be any secrets?
The girl changed into a comfortable position in his arms, ignoring his furry complaints.
"I'm going to take a look. Do I need to ask your opinion first?"
She said irritating words in a sweet and soft tone, while looking at him with those moist eyes and kissing his fingertips. How could he be angry?
To manipulate and be manipulated.
But she is really cute.
That's it.
There's nothing we can do about her.
"Quick questions and quick answers, no thinking allowed."
When you have a fever, your thinking will be much slower than usual, and this is exactly the effect we want.
She glanced at him lightly, soft and gentle, as if she saw through his little tricks, but did not stop him.
Gojo Satoru was absolutely certain: even if her fever had slowed her mind, her little thoughts would be visible to her.
This is her indulgence.
"what do you like?"
Everything is fine, food, hobbies, clothing brands, jewelry, just anything...
"Six eyes."
She smiled at him and reiterated.
"I like Six Eyes."
This, this is simply a confession...
It's so unfair, at such a time when you are caught off guard.
"One for one, you ask one too."
She narrowed her eyes, lazily waiting for the medicine to take effect, and rejected this fairness.
"Need not."
"I know everything about you."
"Keep asking."
…
Suddenly I felt a little angry.
Then he won't be polite.
"What's your favorite?"
Come on, it’s him too.
"Six eyes."
This answer is very cunning. It doesn't mention the name or which six-eyed one it is.
"That's a poor answer. 102,415 universes. Which Six Eyes are you talking about?"
What he wants to hear is a definite answer.
The girl opened one eye to look at him, then closed it again and replied with a smile. "People who are unreasonable will be disliked."
Do you hate it then?
"If I have to say which one..." She rubbed her forehead and yawned, "It's the one with the six eyes I've been seeing for 14 years."
"After all, I've been involved in your life since you were born." She paused and ruffled Gojo Satoru's head. "Whether you knew it or not, I've always been watching over you."
Are you talking about the gaze that has been following me since I was a child?
Is that companionship?
That's surveillance!
When talking about Gojo Satoru's childhood, she immediately became more talkative.
"When you were little, you were super sensitive. You wouldn't let me see you, and you'd get impatient if I got close to you." She still remembers her childhood regrets, "So many times when I walked past you, you looked like a stressed cat."
“…”
Is it fun to tease me like this?
"Thank you, I had a great time."
He really is using the sensitive six eyes as a sensor.
"Why do you always come looking for my 28-year-old self?"
Too greedy, right? Isn't one six-eye enough for you?
"Well..." She beckoned Gojo Satoru to come closer. "Remember that time you dreamed of becoming a special grade when you fell asleep in class last time?"
"Remember, I thought you were curled up even when you were sleeping."
Is this related to the problem in any way?
"Because I dreamed about him."
"It's hard not to be curious when a universe beyond observation suddenly appears."
Wait, if Hipper hadn't been curious back then, would she not have this rival in love now?
"In that world, you chose to become a teacher. Hmm, it seems you find it incredible even to yourself." He slowly recounted the story, combing through his messy white hair. "I was caught by Gojo-sensei the moment I appeared. There was no other way. I couldn't defeat you, a 28-year-old, without resorting to extreme means."
She paused, pinched Gojo Satoru's face, and praised him, "That's amazing, Satoru. You've learned a reversal technique that I don't even understand, and you've used your domain very skillfully."
"Very, very powerful, you are the strongest sorcerer."
The affirmation from a genius and the praise from a lover are double the joy.
"Yeah, go on."
Save the compliments for later, and first explain why you always look for other men.
"You killed Jay in 2017."
His breathing suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.
"Gojo Satoru was on a mission to protect the Astral Plasma in 2006 and was killed by the sorcerer killer Fushiguro Shino."
Anyone would be surprised to suddenly hear that they would die next year, let alone him, who has six eyes.
No, the time is wrong. If he died in 2006, then who killed Jay in 2017?
"Next year, you will encounter the Astral Plasma Body and will be bound by Heaven and Curse, and killed by Fushiguro Shiori."
"Then learn the reversal technique."
This is Gojo Satoru's predetermined future.
"Sealed in the Prison Gate on October 31, 2018."
"Killed by Ryoumen Sukuna on December 24, 2018."
"This is Gojo Satoru's future."
"This is the future of all Gojo Satoru in a universe without me."
Hit by this series of bad news, he had not yet recovered from the news that he had killed Jay.
"I died? At 29?"
This is considered an untimely death.
Hipper continued to tell this unfinished story, "In the 102,415 universes, you and Gojo-sensei are the only two Six-Eyes who have not yet experienced the seal of the Prison Gate."
She patted Gojo Satoru and asked him to pay attention.
"I've rescued you from the prison gate for the 102,413th time in a row, okay?"
The two Gojo Satoru inside and outside the camera were both stunned when they heard this.
"As of now, you and Gojo-sensei are the only six-eyed beings alive in all the universes." She turned her head to look into Gojo Satoru's eyes and sighed softly, "It's really not easy to save you."
"Only by participating in Gojo-sensei's future and experiencing it firsthand can we prepare for it."
But according to the time, she will die before Gojo Sensei.
"You and Jay are really worrying."
Is there any sense of ritual in dying on a friend's death anniversary?
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