fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 45

!!TW!!

The swirling grey overhead screams the dead and upbringing of curses within the area but as Gojo makes his way towards the small apartment building that you call home, he strangely finds none. No residue energy dotting the area in a sea of glowing footprints nor the oozing bad vibes most apartments in Tokyo picks up. The cursed charm around this area shouldn't be that greatly affected however as he walks closer step by step towards your door his insides twitch with urgency.

As if a grade 3 curse went to town onto the white metallic door of your home, strange how he's never been here yet he can already tell where you are. His heart thuds louder and louder as his laugh extends into a hollow echo, that's not one for the faint heart to know about how he really knows. For now, at least finding you and getting you to safety is his number one top priority, with not even an inch of power pushing the door into a swinging creak the obvious hinges falling off screw by screw.

As if a monster had completely dented the door inwards.

Darkness unveils and only the large heavy footprints remain in startling glowing green paints your hallway, he's never seen it before, no he seen worse but on you. Never. Not even once, he actually thought it quite strange for a non-sorcerer to not even have an ounce of residual cursed energy lingering off her form, it's why you're so interesting. Your family lineage is normal, just that, normal like any other civilian with no intertwining with malicious people just the fair share of superstitious members in your ancestors. Yet the peculiarity still doesn't stop him from scanning the entire vicinity, despite the clear deshelled boxes and some clutter it doesn't appear that there was any forced entry nor a full-blown scuffle.

Suddenly dropping to a crouch his heart breaks at the sores still pouring and pumping pricks of red from your knuckles, the asshole tried to do something didn't he? His light touch barely even tracing the lines and hooks scouring your body, your body riddled with marks brightly glowing and others blackening with force. Clouding with wicked cruel ways to make the bastard suffer, Gojo, grunts alerting you of his presence that he's unsure you're fully conscious of. You twitch to his response, your hair musses and knots as it lifts along with your tired mopey head. You could cry that he actually came, and you don't know if you are or if his fingers are just wet.

Wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks finding them so, so cold to the touch and yet that spark that he always sees flickers like an ember in the ashes. Disposed of but not gone, alive and kicking you remain a fighter in the darkness of this cold pit of a shell. Heaving one heavy sigh the weight upon his chest cementing with every press and shiver the longer he watches you crumble before him. Your entire being becoming limp and numb finally being able to let go and succumb to the tiredness of staying, waiting for him to come.

He came.

Catching you before you fall Gojo makes quick work with slinking you in one arm as your knees knock his chest and your head and arms lull over his shoulder. Walking further into your small apartment quickly noting that your dresser is opposite your small double bed pressed against the wall, only picking up a pair of new clothes and underwear fit for a few days. Right now, the only thing he's concerned about is getting you out of here and to safety then he'll ask about what happened and then he'll-

"Go...joe, hic ha," Stopping mid-pivot your clothes thrown in a discarded backpack slinged in one arm. His chin just about nudges your cheek finally feeling you coming back to him, warm but still lost lingering in your thoughts still.

Your voice breaks with each sob and cry, clutching harder and tighter around the dark clothes you once wanted to rip apart. The smooth soft fabric runs wet in your expanding tight grip, fingers splaying and hooking for justice whilst you nuzzle deeper into his scent. Sweet, the mixture of candy and something else, something powerful.