"Hello cupcake." he said hello when he teleported home during his lunch break. You looked at him, hoping he would detach you from that damn bed and you could straighten your legs and stand up. "You want to the bathroom?" he ask. He crouched next to you, staring intently at your face. You nodded your head slightly. He took the key out of his trouser pocket, inserting it into the hole in the handcuffs, and twisted it to open the metal with a clink.
By lowering your wrist, you stroked it a few times, testing how much your skin was irritated. Not as hard as you might have expected. Slight redness and that's it. He grabbed your other hand and pulled you into the bathroom, letting you in and telling you to do what you had to do while he went to the kitchen.
He was gone for a long moment. Some minutes or almost ten. You used the toilet, washed your hands and face, and you managed to rinse some parts of your body with water. All during the moment when he was not with you.
Finishing your affairs, you stood on the threshold of the bathroom entrance and waited for him to come. You might as well go down to him, but a moment of silence without him is even better than half a day without him. In his absence, you now have handcuffs, and right now you can stand in the hallway in silence and relax your body.
"Come back to the room." suddenly appeared next to you walking towards the room with a small bowl in his hand. You followed him obediently so that he wouldn't catch you again. It wasn't pleasant at all. It should be nice to hang out with such a handsome man who pays attention to you. Other women would fight for him, but not you. You've known him for a long time and you know what he really is. None of the women would be able to stay with him for long. You were fed up with him sometimes.
And now you've found out about his dark side. Sadistic and murderous. He took pleasure in your pain and did nothing to please you. Everything he did was for him. Its a pleasure. His love. His happiness. He said he loved you, you don't doubt that. Only this is an obsession. He's obsessed with you. And he's gotten to the point where he won't let you go anywhere, let alone talk to someone. One of your two favorite Senpai was a geek. He and Geto have always liked to be in control. And with the Gojo there was also controlling you. You didn't even see why there was never a mission for you. You trained for nothing. You were very rarely able to use your abilities. And now you won't use them because you've lost it. A better word would be to say that he took it from you. You didn't know what he did was possible. Everyone knew he was a master of Jujutsu. After all, he is called the Strongest Sorcerer for a reason. He worked wonders with his techniques, perfecting them so that he was not threatened by anyone. And he keeps you locked up here, even knowing that if you get away, he'll catch you so fast. He installed this protection in this house because he was sometimes too lazy to run after you.
You followed him all the way to the room where he stood next to the bed, putting the bowl he was carrying on the cupboard. He waited for you to come to him, which you were doing very slowly. You didn't want to look at him, but you looked once. The blindfold was holding his hair up. His face was indifferent. At this point, it looked the same as before you came here. He sometimes looked like a fool in this armband, but his aura showed otherwise.
"Sit on the bed." He said after a sigh.
You sat across from him looking at the floor. You heard the clink of metal and then felt it grab your left wrist, putting handcuffs on it. You looked at him pleadingly, asking him not to.
"I have to do this. For your safety." he said gently. "You know I'm erratic when I get pissed. So be polite."
You would understand it even without his words and say to yourself in your head, „use it until he's mad about something." You nodded at him understandingly.
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❝Whispers In The Dark❞ || Gojo x reader
Fanfiction꧁Yandere Gojo x fem!reader꧂ ╠Completed╣ Satoru Gojo was your senior senpai in school, he always liked to flirt, especially with you. You forgot about him and everything that happened in your school years. But why? He never told the whole truth about...