The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Gojo knocked several times before stepping into the room, only to find her completely buried under a thick white blanket. With a lazy sigh, he knocked on what he assumed was her head, but she didn't budge.

"Wake up already, will you!?" His tone was less like a responsible adult and more like an impatient child trying to wake a friend up for a morning adventure.

A groggy mumble came from the depths of the blanket.

"Hmm... One more second, Mommy~"

Her voice was raspy, thick with sleep, as she curled further into the warmth, still convinced she was home.

Gojo raised a brow.

Without warning, he yanked the blanket off.

She didn't react at first, but the sudden rush of cold air made her shiver. It was only then that she realized—her sleep habits had struck again.

A terrible realization dawned on her.

Her body was barely covered.

Still half-asleep, she instinctively braced herself for a scolding, expecting her mother's voice to reprimand her for stripping in her sleep.

Instead—

"Nice ass!"

Her brain clicked on.

That was not her mother's voice.

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

She shot up, grabbing the nearest pillow to shield herself as her back slammed against the headboard. Panic set in as she scanned the floor, desperate to locate her clothes.

"Morning, Y/N-chan!" Gojo greeted with a bright grin, standing by the bed as if this was a perfectly normal way to start the day. His face practically radiated amusement.

She ignored him, too focused on not being half-naked.

"Get lost," she snapped, yanking the blanket back over her.

Gojo didn't budge. Instead, he reached down and plucked something off the floor. "Looking for these?"

She glanced up to see him holding her shorts, his smirk growing wider.

Her glare could've set him on fire.

With a sharp tug, she snatched them from his hand. "What are you waiting for?" she muttered coldly, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Entertainment," he replied smoothly, resting an arm against the headboard like he had all the time in the world.

Her hands clenched around the fabric as she took a deep breath. Kill him later. Get dressed now.

Gojo watched, clearly enjoying the show as she maneuvered the pillow to block his view, slipping on the shorts as quickly as humanly possible.

Once she was fully clothed, she turned toward him, arms crossed. "So, did you enjoy the view?"

Gojo placed a hand over his heart, as if deeply moved. "For the first time," he sighed dramatically, "I hate my clothes."

She stared at him, expression blank. Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out.

He followed.

"I'm going shopping today," she announced as she pulled open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of cold water.

Gojo leaned against the counter, hands in his pockets. "Nah, you're not allowed outside yet. You still attract curses like a flashing neon sign."

She narrowed her eyes, taking a sip of water. "And how long do I have to stay locked up?"