Gojo’s gaze lingered on you, his expression unreadable. “You mortals,” he murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. “Always so sentimental, even after you’ve left everything behind.”

Since you were a child, you’d visited the temple of Gojo Satoru—the God of Heaven and Hell—every single day. You lost count of the number of gifts, baked goods, and prayers you had offered at his shrine. You believed that he was watching over you, protecting your village, your friends, family, and the crops and animals that sustained you. When a terrible flood swept through your village one day, washing away everything you’d ever known, you did the only thing you could—you prayed, hoping he would hear your desperate plea.

And he did.

Of course, Gojo would help his most loyal follower. But nothing in the world of gods comes without a price. In return for saving your village, he demanded your soul, your body, and your mind. You would be his, for all eternity, bound to him in the heavens, far from the life you once knew.

Months had passed since you’d been under Gojo’s care, far from the village you once called home, living high above the world in the sky. At first, it felt like a prison, but over time, something began to shift. Gojo himself began to change. He had never truly felt the raw emotions of humans—until you. You made him feel… something he couldn’t quite name.

He studied you in silence now, the golden light of the setting sun framing your face as you stood beside him. Why did you make him feel so unsettled, so different from his usual detached self?

“Is that your polite way of saying you’re not enjoying my company?” he asked suddenly, his smirk widening, teasing as always, masking the unfamiliar feelings stirring inside him.