The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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The Basement – Morning

She slept peacefully, wrapped in a floral-print yukata, undisturbed by the heavy iron door creaking open.

"Get up."

Her father's voice echoed through the cold basement. Even in deep sleep, that voice had always been the one thing that could wake her.

She sat up instantly, instinctively checking her clothes. Fortunately, Atsushi had tied her yukata properly.

Perhaps he knows about my habit...

Her gaze met her father's. He looked even more terrifying in the morning, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer, towering over her.

"Stand up."

Without a word, she obeyed.

Then, to her complete shock, he placed his massive hand on her stomach.

"Does it still hurt?"

Y/N's POV

What in hell is happening? Did he hit his head or am I still dreaming?

This is the same man who used to beat me worse than yesterday, during "training." The same man who never—not once—cared if I got back up. And now, he's asking if it still hurts?

I glare at him, refusing to answer. Not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to acknowledge whatever this is.

Something is off. Something is wrong.

"Show me."

He wants to see the damage he caused? How ironic.

"Good joke. Now, I wanna see Aki."

I slip on my zōri sandals, eager to leave this cold, suffocating basement, but the moment I turn, his iron grip seizes my shoulder—

RIP.

My breath catches as my yukata tears open.

I freeze.

His dark eyes scan the bruises he left on my skin. His massive hand presses against the deep purple blotch on my stomach.

"That doesn't make sense."

Oh, so now it's confusing? You literally kicked me, you psycho.

Embarrassment burns through me as I struggle to cover myself. He just saw way more than I ever wanted him to. No bra. No underwear. Just bruises.

"Come with me."

He turns on his heel, and I quickly pull my yukata back together before following.

I don't care where we're going.

All I care about is seeing Aki.

The Shiro Family Gathering

He leads me to the worst room in the entire house.

The office. I immediately know what's happening. A family gathering. God, kill me now.

He stops at the door, turning to face me with those same predator-like eyes.

"Behave."

It's not a request. He doesn't wait for my response before pushing the door open.

And there they are. The grand elders of the Shiro clan, all seated in their usual places. My grandparents occupy the center of the grand red couch.

Uncle sits to their left, his two sons beside him—Takahiro, the decent one, and Masaru, the bastard.

Father takes his place in the big chair.