To Infinity And Beyond (Satoru Gojo X Reader)

Chapter 1: Hello Kitty Bedsheets

Pain.

So much pain.

Saturo Gojo had lived a long and exciting life. There weren't a lot of things he was unfamiliar with. Pain was one of those things.

But my god, was the feeling getting a bit too familiar now.

Everything hurt.

He felt like his body was on fire. He could feel the unsettling feeling of iron in his mouth. He could feel the same red liquid coming out of his nose and down to his chin. His head felt like it was about to explode. He could feel several bruises appearing on every part of his body. It felt like his body was a white canvas and whoever was the sick artists had splattered dark blue and purple paint all over it. Wait-

Who's the sick painter?!

What the hell is going on?!

Ignoring the pounding headache the best he could, gojo started to focus. His body was tied to a chair with ropes, his legs were also tied to the legs of the chair. Well, he was kidnapped. That much was obvious. But where was he?

Gojo lifted his head carefully and was immediately hit with a wave of nauseating pain. Still, he forced his eyes open and looked around. Gojo expected to be in a dimly dark, dirty, empty room, but instead, was greeted by a room that had to belong to a teenage girl. There were vintage movie posters on the walls, a few bookshelves filled with books, there were a few stuffed animals. Littered around the room were a bunch of random things. A crochet hook, knitting sticks, painting supplies, journals, puzzles, crosswords and a bunch of other random stuf.

'Jesus, whoever this room belongs to must have 20 hobbies... by the looks of it, they're not good at any of them tho'

Gojo thought as he slightly chuckled, which was a mistake, because of the paint that erupted from his stomach. His internal organs must be bruised too and from what he could tell, most of his ribs were broken.

Okay, gojo, focus. There was a desk in the room. On it, burned a cented candle. He couldn't really smell anything other than the sickly smell of blood, but by the vibrant green colour, he assumed it was green apple. There was also a twin sized bed with... hello kitty sheets..? There were 2 doors in the room. One, he assumed, led to the closet and the other one, was the exit.

Gojo had to admit, if it weren't for the situation at hand, he would have loved the room. But in the given situation, gojo was kidnapped, tied to a chair, beat up and in a lot of pain.

He needed to escape. From the condition his body was In, it would be hard but it was nothing Shoko couldn't fix back at jujutsu tech. Wait-

Jujutsu.

He was a jujutsu sorcerer. Gojo was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. He could just use cursed energy to get out of this situation.

Yeah, its gonna be a piece of cake.

All He had to do was to use some cursed energy, right?

Wrong.

Gojo saturo was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and yet, he couldn't use his cursed energy. Even worse, he couldn't feel his cursed energy.

Now, gojo was scared out of his mind. The boy had never felt like this before. ever since he could rember, he always had amounts of cursed energy flowing through his body but now, he felt completely...

Empty.

As he was panicking, the door handle turned from the outside. Gojo was scared out of his mind. It was obvious that whoever kidnapped him was responsible for this.

Everything was going in slow motion for gojo. Then...

You came in the room.