The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Author's POV

The old master was furious, his rage barely contained, as if he could shatter the house with a mere flick of his wrist. The new master, on the other hand, looked surprised at first, but that expression quickly morphed into a familiar sly smirk.

"Come on, babe~ give more details... He's your daddy, after all. Or do you want me to be your new daddy too~?"

Her face burned. He had taken the teasing way further than she expected. She couldn't keep playing this dangerous game—not when she was already trying to predict the consequences.

"Pathetic."

Her father's single word shattered her thoughts.

"One day, you won't be able to protect her. Perhaps you'll even be the one to kill her. When that time comes, she'll return to me."

He dropped those chilling words like a prophecy, his glare searing into her before turning his back and walking away. He left the door open behind him, allowing the cold wind to sweep in, carrying the scent of rain.

To Y/n, it smelled like freedom.

Gojo, still lounging with ease, stared at her in amusement. Right now, she looked less like a fallen flower and more like a frog covered in mud and blood.

"Achoo!" She sneezed, then winced at the pain that followed.

He crouched down, tilting his head. "I know I'm beautiful, but stop ogling."

Despite the sorry state she was in, she scoffed at his smugness. But before she could protest, he whipped out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

"This is how a father should show love after reuniting with his missing daughter," he teased, holding up the screen.

Her patience was thinning.

"Y/n after the great family gathering!" He grinned, recording another video.

She sighed in exhaustion, watching him revel in his revenge for the '92' birthday cake stunt.

Finally, he squatted down and peeled open her yukata.

His smirk faded. Finger-shaped bruises marred her throat. Deep, painful hues of blue, yellow, and purple painted her body like abstract art.

"He really beat the hell out of you," Gojo muttered, his voice oddly serious. "His energy was just a human one, though... Y/n, do your injuries take longer than normal to heal?"

She blinked. "Am I supposed to heal faster?"

Gojo's brows furrowed in thought. "Curses regenerate instantly. But you..." He trailed off, suspicion creeping into his gaze.

She shifted uncomfortably. "The pain doubled since I became an Afypnoso," she admitted, refusing to call herself a curse.

His suspicion deepened. She wasn't healing like a curse at all. If anything, she was worse than a human.

Gojo exhaled, shaking his head. "Well, whatever. First, we clean you up."

Without waiting for her protest, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her effortlessly.

"Where was the bathroom again?" he muttered to himself, wandering through the small house.

"I can walk," she pointed out.

He looked at her, smiling like a fox. "You mean crawl? I wouldn't mind taking more pictures."

She groaned and weakly punched his chest, only to hiss in pain at her own movement.