The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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A Harsh Lesson

"N-no!"

Y/N barely managed to choke out the word, her body rigid under Geto's grip. Only now was she fully understanding what he meant by being a rough teacher.

"Put it back."

Her fingers trembled slightly as she obeyed, securing the blindfold over her eyes once more. She stood still, waiting, her instincts screaming at her to prepare for whatever was coming next.

"Thigh. Stomach. Neck. Calf."

Each word was followed by a brutal strike.

Faster. Harder. Unrelenting.

She couldn't keep up. There was no time to anticipate. No rhythm to follow. Her body took hit after hit, and before she knew it, she collapsed to the ground, coughing and whimpering in pain.

"Ge—to... you bastard..." she wheezed, clutching her ribs.

Through sheer willpower, she pushed herself up, ignoring the throbbing in her body. She concentrated, focusing on the faint traces of his energy, then lunged toward him—her fist aiming straight for his face.

Blocked.

Before she could react, he twisted her wrist painfully behind her back, immobilizing her. She tried a knee jab, but his grip only tightened, locking her movements completely.

"Y/N, why do bruises form so quickly on your body?"

His voice was unusually calm, but she could hear the curiosity beneath it. She hesitated, debating whether she should tell him.

Would he have a solution?

She exhaled sharply. Might as well.

"Since I became an afypnoso, pain has doubled—and hits turn into bruises almost instantly."

He hummed in thought, then grabbed her elbow and guided her into a sitting position.

She frowned. What now?

She felt him walk away, his presence shifting further into the forest. Her hands twitched—should she remove the blindfold?

Before she could decide, she heard his footsteps return.

"Lie down."

His tone was gentle yet firm.

She hesitated but obeyed, her body still aching. A few seconds later, she heard a chewing sound followed by a cool, liquid sensation dripping onto her stomach.

"Can I take off the blindfold now?"

A hum of approval.

She pulled it off immediately, her vision adjusting to the sight before her.

Dark red flowers.

They rested in Geto's lap, their petals crushed. Her gaze traveled up to his lips, which were stained a faint crimson.

"Take off your hoodie," he instructed.

She hesitated for only a moment before removing it. Her body was already littered with deep bruises, turning her skin into a patchwork of blues, purples, and reds.

The marks of her father. The marks of Geto.

She flinched when he leaned closer.

He picked up another flower, chewing it slowly before leaning down and spilling the bitter liquid over her chest and stomach. His hands followed immediately after, massaging the mixture into her skin with slow, careful strokes.