The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

☾︎25☽︎

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Long ago, in the midst of a brutal war between shamans, afypnistés, and curses, there was a clan unlike any other. Politically untouchable, one of the wealthiest and most influential in the country—yet, at their core, they were nothing but ordinary humans.

As afypnistés grew stronger, threatening to overturn the balance of power, the Shiro clan refused to fade into obscurity. They did what humans do best: adapt. Armed with wealth instead of sorcery, they bought their survival. They forged alliances with the strongest shamans, funding their battles in exchange for protection.

To the outside world, they were heroes—humanity's last hope against supernatural domination. But behind closed doors, they played a dangerous game of control.

They offered vast fortunes to acquire afypnisté manuscripts. At first, the idea was rejected outright. But as afypnistés began losing ground to sorcerers, some took the deal. The price? Their own history.

All of their knowledge—their power, their past, their legacy—was compiled into a single sacred text. A book containing the secrets of supernatural strength, the anatomy of afypnistés, and the lost techniques that once made them invincible.

The Shiro clan guarded it with their lives, passing it down through generations like a holy relic. It was proof of their dominance, the ultimate trophy of human triumph.

It survived for over fifteen hundred years.

Until, six years ago, a Shiro member did the unthinkable.

They burned it.

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Shiro: white

Y/N POV

I should feel bad about burning the book. But all I can think about is how this explains why my father rolled over so quickly for Gojo.

Having an afypnoso in the Shiro family's perfectly curated bloodline? Yeah, that's a PR nightmare.

Gojo, of course, immediately jumps in. "That explains your freakish strength... but why'd you burn it? I mean, it was a national treasure."

Oh, right. I did tell him I burned it the day we met. He remembers everything.

I glance at him, hoping he'll drop it if I play it cool. "Didn't know it was that important." Now, please don't ask me any more questions.

Masaru, the walking hazard, chooses this exact moment to run his mouth. "Her daddy banned her from smut manga."

I swear on every curse in existence—one day I will feed him to sewer rats.

I throw a knife straight at his mouth, but the bastard catches it, licks his scratched thumb like a smug psychopath, and smirks at me.

Takahiro sighs, exasperated. "You two need to stop acting like feral teenagers and respect the gathering. My apologies, Gojo-san, you can continue."

It's always been like this with the three of us. One day we were inseparable, the next? Tried to kill each other.

Gojo leans back casually. "I'm sure a book that important had copies. I want one."

Oh, buddy. If only.

Thanks to Aki's terrifying memory, we still have a shot. That day, when Grandpa was ready to execute me on the spot, Aki saved my life by saying he memorized the whole thing.