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Compromise • Chapter VI

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Compromise • Chapter V

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Compromise • Chapter IV

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Compromise • Chapter III

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Compromise • Chapter II

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#Narusasu, #Naruhina "Tangled Heartstrings" series: Part I • Compromise

Summary: Hinata knows.
She's always known.

It's her husband who doesn't.

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Gofushi Aesthetic II:

Gofushi Aesthetic:

Satoru's Aesthetic:

Mai's Aesthetic:

Maki's Aesthetic:

Megumi's Aesthetic:

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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ

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"F'course, Doll …," he murmurs into the curve of Megumi's neck, smiling. "I'm 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 yours."

hand & catches his husband's hand in the other.

That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.

"I," he says matter-of-factly, tilting his hand from side to side, "am allowed to be as jealous as I please."

Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.

Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.

He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one

The cryptic grin is back. "So Megumin's our boss by proxy."

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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"

"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"

Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.

"Megumin doesn't like us talking about it either, and," she glances over. "His word is law around here."

Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"

She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"

"It is." Miwa turns back.

"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."

Momo shrugs. "House rules." She says.

"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.

"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."

The call cuts.

"They're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴." She repeats. "𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨."

Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.

Miwa narrows her eyes at her.

"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"

Together, they make sense. They complement 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.

They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."

She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.

But they aren't designed to, she realizes now. Not alone.

Together, however.

Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.

And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.

They sit there, out of place - Gojo's deep green in an arctic sea of white, white, white & blue; Zen'in-kun's rich blue in a lush forest of deep, dark black & green.

A cloud on the earth.
And a tree in the sky.

They don't make sense.
Not in the slightest.

aligning sky blue with stone blue–

And … it hits.
Understanding 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴.

They're a 𝘴𝘦𝘵.

Individually, the rings complement nothing on the men wearing them. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

But for a model of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 caliber to be mixing & 𝘮𝘪𝘴matching? It was unthinkab—

She blinks.

Zen'in-kun's fingers are moving again - coming around. Elegant, long, ringed things, combing their way through frothy waves of white, down across the apple of Gojo's cheek as he looks up - lashes lifting;

Blue, blue, blue. Deep, beautiful 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦. Amidst accents of green.

Yet another stunning ring completely & utterly at odds with the rest of its wearer.

Miwa frowns.

Anyone else & it might track. The average person. Public figures. The odd fashionista - a celebrity, even.

And there, right there - refracting that cosmic ray into a thousand scales of blue - she sees it.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

A band of white gold. Diamond-studded. One 10-carat, princess-cut sapphire at its very core.