Fate Is A Cruel Mistress [Jujutsu Kaisen x reader]

6. Salmon

WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of suicide. Please be careful whilst reading. 

"You managed to make a secret into a demand..." [Y/N] trailed off before giving an answer. "Sure."

Gojo sprung up from his chair and celebrated for a few seconds before sitting back down and clearing his throat. "Great! So uh, it's your turn to fulfil your side of the deal. What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Why do I feel like I'm fulfilling both sides?  Should I say anything? Probably not. But then again, I don't really care what he does. More importantly, what if it isn't what fate wants?

The gears turned in her head and she began to panic. She had to make quick decisions on the streets all the time. So why couldn't she do that now?

Gojo teleported out of the room before reappearing a few seconds later with a box in his hand.
"Here." He held the box out and the girl took it. She opened it hesitantly.

A smooth black sphere lay in her hand. 
"What is it?"

"It's called a magic 8 ball. You ask it a question, shake it, and it gives you an answer. I thought it might help you out, since being apathetic and being a jujutsu sorcerer isn't a great match."

She stared at him for a few moments, a blank look on her face. She wasn't quite sure why he was doing things for her. No one else ever had. No one other than Reiko... But this man was a person, like all the others.

"So, if I were to ask you to tell me what's got your gears turning, you would shake it and do as it says."

[Y/N] shook the ball and waited. A small triangle with the word yes on it appeared. When she spoke, it was in a voice that was barely audible.
"Fate."

"Huh?"

"Whether I try or not, fate always has the opposite planned for me. People either hate me or die." What she saw as hate, was actually fear. Though from the outside, they may seem the same, from the one experiencing it, fear was a gruelling feeling that bubbled up from the very pits of their stomach and tore them apart from the inside. 

"What about your parents?"

"They killed themselves."
The girl thought back to the time she walked in on her parents' bodies and shuddered.

"Oh." Gojo regretted asking her that.

"Reiko was the only one that cared about me and now she's dead. I think fate did that because I was too happy. I don't think there's any point in trying when fate will take me wherever it wants either way. I don't care what happens to me anymore. No matter what I do, it ends badly. So instead, I'll leave it up to fate."

"That's funny, next thing you know, you're going to be completely addicted to the idea of fate. You little fate addict." Gojo had a soft smile on his lips. "Well, I've heard enough. Any more and I'll get bored. Come on."

"What? Where?"

"Your new home of course! I'm taking you to the dorms. The higher ups would rather you not leave this room but it's practically inhuman at this point."

The girl shook the ball that was clutched between her small hands. Ask again.

What? That's not supposed to happen. What do I do?

Her breaths became shallow, and she froze in place.

"Just shake it again. Yeesh, you really are a fate addict."

[Y/N] did as Gojo said. Absolutely, it read.

She looked at Gojo's extended hand and took it. He yanked her upwards as her eyes shot wide open. She felt herself land sat on his shoulders, and she soon recovered from the scare.