About my dream of being their mother

"too hot……"

This child looks like a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time. He looks at me with those gentle jade eyes, buries his head on my chest, and hugs me tightly.

Like a child.

It's better to say that it was a child.

"Kidnapping is wrong."

"..."

"If you want to see me, just come to me directly."

"..."

"I will not reject any child."

This is the mother who is like the sun.

Gentle as before.

She never refuses her willful request, she tolerates and satisfies everything about herself.

Obviously a very good mother.

--but.

Gojo Satoru felt unwilling.

Not reconciled.

Not reconciled to everything about the past.

He can still remember that afternoon, when Sakura was sitting under the cherry tree, holding him, singing a lullaby softly in his ear.

It was really beautiful that way.

The illusory mother just grabbed his hands like this, stuffed a stack of political books into his hands, and told him that you should study hard.

"Because...the weapon itself will be discarded if it is not sharp."

"But if the weapon still kills itself, it will be discarded."

"I hope Satoru can become a hero."

Sakura touched his cheeks and looked at herself with teary eyes.

God...that's too criminal.

"I hope Satoru can become the hero who defeats the Demon King."

"Although the brave man becomes the devil king after enjoying a luxurious and rotten life, even though he may be defeated by the next brave man after becoming the devil king—"

"I also hope that--"

"Wu can control his own life."

Sakurako, she... finished these words with those pale lips, embraced him with those arms that he could crush in an instant, and protected the young and immature Kamito with that pair of weak and vulnerable bodies.

"Because I love enlightenment."

She said so.

"So, I am eager to give everything to Wu."

During those years, no one knew that such a small child was in the arms of his mother, listening to his mother tell the bitter history of intrigues from all dynasties, listening to his mother tell the horror stories that people from the past did to control others.

From the control of the mind, from the catharsis of death.

"So, psychology is still scary."

Sakurako said this and fell asleep in his arms.

But now... the white body is in his arms, the difference from the past is that——

This time it was his turn to protect his mother.

I slept soundly, and when I woke up, Gojo Satoru had already put on a casual outfit, and when I woke up, he showed his white teeth.

"Let's go play here today!"

He was holding a set of magazines with pictures of playgrounds on them.

"No." I refused, "I have to go back to work today."

"...Huh? Work or something..."

"You can't say things like not going to work."

Gojo Satoru shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"However." I remembered that the underground humans seemed to be suspected of having Children's Day.

"If you really want to go, I can take you there on Children's Day."

There was a very tangled expression on his face: "We are not children anymore..."

"Don't you want to go..."

"No, go!"

There was silence for a while.

"Hey... why are you crying all of a sudden..."

"...for a while, lend me your shoulder..."

"...you can come whenever you want to cry."

"I will always... be with you."

The author has something to say: It is not clear who the person who cried at the end was.