"One cannot exist without the other but they cannot be together"
In a world where Destiny dictates everything, Gojo finds himself in love with Geto, a love that is forbidden. As he struggle to keep his feelings hidden, chaos and madness ensue. Will...
A couple of hours later Gojo turned back to Geto while maintaining his attentive look. "So, basically, you're saying that the star that appeared gave you important knowledge to break free from the prophecy?" He furrowed his brow. "Is there any plot twist? It sounds too good to be true."
Geto nodded, understanding Gojo's skepticism. "Satoru, I had the same thought. It does look almost too ideal, don't you think?"
They both sat in silence, pondering the options. The weight of their newfound knowledge hung heavily in the air, as the reality of what lied ahead began to sink in.
Finally, Gojo broke the silence. "Geto, we can't afford to be naive. We need to be cautious, especially when dealing with something as ancient and powerful as this curse."
Geto agreed, his gaze determined. "You're right, Satoru. We must proceed with caution and be prepared for whatever awaits us on this journey to break the curse."
Three days later Few days had passed since Geto's awakening, and Geto's wounds were gradually healing under Shoko's attentive care.
Gojo was always by Geto's side, dropping by whenever his duties permitted.
As Geto lay in bed, his eyes brightening with each passing day, he was met with the heartwarming sight of a few of his students who had come to visit him.
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They stood at the foot of his bed, their expressions a mix of relief and affection. One of his students, spoke up, "Sensei, we've missed you so much. It hasn't been the same without you."
Geto's heart swelled with gratitude as he looked at the familiar faces of his students. "I've missed all of you too," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "You have no idea how much your support means to me."
Another student, a mischievous grin on his face, chimed in, "We've been trying to keep up with the lessons, but it's just not the same without your guidance, Sensei."
Geto chuckled, touched by their dedication. "You've been doing well, I'm sure. And I'll be back to teaching you all soon."
Gojo, who had been quietly observing the interaction, couldn't help but smile.
He knew that even though Geto had initially become a teacher just to meet him, he now saw the genuine bonds Geto had formed with his students and how deeply Geto cared for their well-being. Seeing the strong connection between Geto and his students warmed Gojo's heart.
Even though he had been recovering, Geto felt like he hadn't missed a beat as his students kept telling him about their training and adventures.
The next morning Gojo gathered the scrolls and books he had collected over the past few days, each one filled with the insights and knowledge they would need for their quest.
His fingers traced the notes and sketches Geto had made about the ritual, his eyes scanning the pages as he delved deeper into their meaning.
"So, Absorbing the Death Paintings under the full moon's gaze," Gojo muttered to himself, He immersed himself in the task, his forehead creasing with focus, "that part seems straightforward."
