Love Is the Most Twisted Curse

When she opened her eyes, she was standing bewildered in the middle of a Shibuya street. The drivers' curses and the blaring horns all around her blended together, forming the first sensations of the world she had just entered.

At that moment, someone walked against the flow of the crowd toward her. The man's palm was dry and warm as he resolutely took her hand.

He was very tall. Seen against the light, his pupils held only a handsome silhouette. A pair of sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, nearly slipping off, and his whole demeanor radiated an overly relaxed, carefree arrogance.

Perhaps noticing her gaze, he introduced himself: "Hello! I'm Gojo Satoru, your..."

As if thinking of something pleasant, the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile.

His voice was light, but it cut through all the noise and clamor, reaching her ears perfectly clearly:

"Husband."

Theme: Calling for love from the center of the world.