The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Y/n exhaled, her patience wearing thin. "You won't tell Gojo or anyone, right?" Anxiety crept into her voice, but at least Gojo wasn't the one hearing her sleep talk.

Shoko shrugged. "Depends on what you say."

Taking a deep breath, Y/n gave her a vague summary of her training with Geto—just enough to sound truthful while leaving out anything important. She mentioned the massage game, how he made her stronger, and ended with a plea. "Please, don't tell Gojo."

"So, you had no idea he was a curse user?" Shoko asked.

Y/n shook her head. "Didn't even know what a curse user was. Or sorcerers. Or even Afypnistés." She grabbed Shoko's cold hands, squeezing them for silent reassurance.

Shoko watched her for a long moment, then finally nodded. "Fine, I won't say anything... but in return, I want to conduct anatomy sessions on you."

Y/n blinked. "I'd gladly do that, except—" She gestured to herself. "As you can see, I'm alive. Autopsies are for corpses. Also, I can't regenerate, and you don't want to kill me, right? Right, Ieiri-san~?" Her nervous chuckle filled the room.

Shoko ignored it. "Actually, you did regenerate. Just the vital parts that would've killed you."

Y/n's face went blank. Great. Now she was stuck with some half-baked auto-healing ability. Just her luck. Shoko brushed a strand of hair behind Y/n's ear, her touch unexpectedly gentle.

"I'll wait until you fully heal," she said. "So, don't look so desperate."

Before Shoko could call Gojo, Y/n grabbed her wrist. "I want revenge."

Flashback Ends.

Y/n tried pulling her wrists free, but Gojo held firm. "Let me go."

He smirked. "Ooh~ really? So being my girlfriend doesn't bother you?"

She met his gaze, slowly, deliberately. Then leaned in, gaze flickering to his lips as if debating something. He let his grip loosen slightly, waiting for her move.

Her lips brushed his, then pressed deeper. Warm, slow, teasing—just enough to make him surrender to the heat. He matched her, allowing himself to be drawn into the moment. But in the blink of an eye, she flipped the game.

Her elbow locked around his neck, legs wrapping tight around his waist. "Now," she whispered smugly, "you'll be my Santa, my slave, and under my instructions—as an apology for sending me to my death on Christmas Day. Understand?"

Of course, he could break free, but he humored her. With a dramatic sigh, he patted her arm in fake surrender. "Alright, alright. You win."

The strongest sorcerer, defeated by a half-injured afypnoso. She giggled and softened her grip, wrapping her arms around his neck instead.

"Now get me out of this mortuary."

Gojo chuckled, hoisting her onto his back. "Yes, ma'am."

They strolled through the school grounds, her chin resting on his head as she lazily took in the scenery.

"Where are we?" she finally asked.

"Welcome to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech," he announced proudly. "I'll take you to your dorm. I picked a nice one for you."

She sighed, pressing her cheek into his hair. "Oh wow, my own prison cell. So generous."

"Respect your warden, Santa-chan." He laughed as she rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was actually excited.

As they entered a large hall, her curiosity got the better of her. "Where is everyone?"

"Missions. Unlike you, they don't die on theirs."