The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Y/n pov

I have to keep a straight face. No matter how stupid Gojo is, I cannot react. I CANNOT. But what the hell did he just say!? Boyfriend!?

Every single male relative is glaring at me like they're ready to throw me into the nearest grave. Grandpa looks like he's about to pass out. If father wasn't holding him up, he'd be on the floor.

Gojo, meanwhile, is smiling like a damn idiot.

"Oh, the old man seems to be ill!"

I swear, if I laugh right now, we are both dead. I bite my lip so hard I might start bleeding.

Then, Mom appears at the top of the stairs. "Y/n, you're here!?" She starts running down, but of course, the long yukata gets caught under her feet. Classic.

I dash forward and catch her before she crashes, but instead of thanking me, she immediately hugs me tight, inhaling my scent like a lost child.

Ah, Mom's embrace. Smells like expensive perfume and the subtle traces of Aki's scent. That man has been sneaking into her room again.

"You always told me never to run in the house... Look at you now."

She kisses my cheek, and I'm about to return it when doom himself speaks.

"Clear up the mess."

Oh, father means the boyfriend mess. Lovely.

I squeeze Mom's hand, step forward, and stare straight into his cold, lifeless eyes.

"I'm his girlfriend. Any objections?"

If Gojo wants to play risky games, then fine. Let's play.

Father's whole soul just left his body. He can't hit me with the kids around, so instead, he looks like he's about to bite through his own jaw.

Perfect.

Then, Isamu—my wonderful idiot of a little brother—decides this is the moment to challenge the strongest sorcerer alive.

"If you're strong, let's fight."

Excuse me?

I turn to him, appalled. "At least introduce yourself first, you battle-obsessed maniac!"

Isamu squares up like a damn pro boxer. "I'm Isamu, fifteen. Wing Chun Japan junior champion. Let's fight."

Before Gojo can answer, Kiyoshi clings to my sleeve, shaking.

He peeks up at me with fear-filled puppy eyes and whispers, "He's a scary... eye-less..."

I mean. Fair.

But I need Kiyoshi to be braver, so I whisper a bribe—we'll sing together later if he introduces himself.

He gulps and nods.

"I-I'm Kiyoshi... I-I am t-ten years old. I am a-a violinist... I love music a-and y/n."

Oh my heart.

I kiss his forehead. "And I love Kiyo too~"

Gojo smiles at him, but Kiyoshi immediately hides behind me again. The blindfold is too much for his little heart to handle.

Then, a servant announces dinner.

The room tenses.

Father glares daggers into my soul, like he's already planning my funeral.

So, naturally, I stare back like I already planned his.

Gojo, completely oblivious to the murderous atmosphere, claps his hands.