The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

☾︎20☽︎

Y/N's POV

"Looks like I unlocked the real Geto Suguru with that horrible song," I grumbled. "You wanted to hear it, so blame yourself, not my voice. Massage is done."

I shifted uncomfortably, eager to get the hell out of his lap. Even though he hadn't tried anything odd, it was still embarrassing.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I laughed like that," he admitted, then added, "but who said it was horrible? I liked it. Feet now."

This man never forgets a damn thing.

Just like when I lose against him—which, let's be honest, is every single time—he never fails to cash in on his victory. Even when I can't move, he still demands his massage.

This is unfair. I want a massage too!

On top of singing and training, my body hurts all over, and I just want to sleep, but he won't let me because every single minute is scheduled.

Ugh.

Reluctantly, I searched for his foot, my fingers brushing against his ankle.

"Oh, you have big feet!" I exclaimed. "I'm renaming you Bigfoot in my contacts."

He didn't say anything, but I could feel his smirk.

I squeezed his instep, toes, and heel gently, massaging them with delicate pressure.

"You're getting better at this, compared to the first time," he remarked.

Here we go.

He never lets me forget the first massage I gave him. Obviously, I'm getting better—it's been ten days of daily massages since I started living in his house, thanks to his stupid blindfold rule. I even watched massage tutorials (okay, listened to them, since I couldn't watch).

Except instead of learning weak points to hit him, here I am... massaging him instead.

"Ummh," he hummed in satisfaction as I cracked one of his toes.

I paused.

Wait... he liked that?

I grabbed his foot again and cracked the rest of his toes.

"Geto, I have work to do," I said suddenly.

He hummed in response.

Lately, I've noticed something strange.

When I fight, my cursed aura changes, almost like it's eating me alive. Geto told me to let it go, that the more I suppress it, the more it will consume me.

So, I did.

And the result? Cursed spirits flooded the area.

But then... I started to understand my energy. Now, I'm naturally balancing myself without having to force it down.

"Kill them using only your left arm. You have one minute."

I sighed.

There were five curses in the area—not exactly weak, but nothing compared to Geto. I cracked my knuckles.

One minute? I'll need less.

Each spirit I killed spoke.

Just like the ones back when Gojo found me.

Just like when my father beat me.

All of them said the same thing before dying:

"Sorry."

Geto told me that Gojo thinks it's just random sounds.

But... after hearing it over and over again, I'm sure it's more than that. At least, to me.