Promises- Gojo Satoru

Chapter 7- Lost

It's always tempting to lose yourself with someone who's maybe lost themselves.- Angela Chase

"Wakey wakey, Y/nn," was the first thing I heard in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes to see a large figure hovering over me, my vision slowly came back and I was met face to face with Mr Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo?"

"Yes, that's me~"

"GET OFF THE FUCKING BED YOU WERIDO!!"

"Fine, fine your no fun you know that, Y/n-chan," he said while getting off the bed.

"What time is it?" I asked sitting up the effects of sleep starting to wear off.

"5:00 am"

"5:00 am?! Why'd you wake me up so early?!"

"Today's your first day of training, remember."

"Ughhh, do I have to?"

"Yes," he gave me one of those really annoying smiles, the type people do when they know they are being annoying, "Yes you do."

"I'll be back in 10 minutes, when I come back, I expect you to be ready." And with that he left the room, not even sparing a look in my direction as he walked out.

I sighed while flopping down beck on the bed one more time before, sadly getting up to start the day. I sauntered into the bathroom I brushed my teeth and washed my face before, going back into the bedroom. I walked over to my backpack which sat in the corner of the room, perched on a small table. I stuck my hand in the bag rummaging for the clothes that I had packed before leaving my house. I managed to pull out some jeans and a top but that was about it, I looked at my haul slightly disappointed. Then a thought hit me, Mr Hino said that Gojo had been anticipating my arrival for quite some time now; that must mean...

I basically ran to the big wardrobe that sat comfortably in the room and flung the doors of it wide open. What I saw...caught me completely off guard: clothes- a lot of clothes to be exact-more than any girl could dream of. I stood there in awe for a few seconds, before picking something that seemed appropriate for "training"- his words not mine.

Finally, I settled on a pair of red and white jogger, a black tank top and some black sneakers. After, I finished changing, I scaped my hair into a somewhat presentable ponytail. By the time I had finished getting someone knocked on my door.

I opened the door to see Gojo, "You ready?"

I responded, "I guess?"

"Come on then."

We started to walk down the hall, it was only after a few minutes of walking, I decided to start a conversation, "I saw the clothes inside the wardrobe, are they- are they really all for me?"

"If they weren't then why would they be in your room?"

"Good point... Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Aha we are here."

I looked up and was yet again face to face with a massive door, "And where is here?" I asked as he kicked the door open with ease. "Well, the training room of course."

The training room as Gojo called it was a big room about the length of a swimming pool. It had a wooden floor and well there was nothing relatively special about the room.

"Am I not supposed to learn about curses and your world before the whole fighting part?"

"Well, normally yes but you lack some of the basics."

"And what would the basics include? I'll have you know my mother trained me in various different martial arts before she died."

"Yes, I suspect she did some of the sort but that's only half of the training."

"Then, what's the other half."

"Your technique," I looked at him confused, "Your cursed technique to be more exact, it will give you more of an... edge when fighting curses."

"Alright then how do I get a cursed technique?"

"Fight me."

My eyes widened, "Come again."

"You heard me fight me. I'll do the rest for you."

"If you say so," I said getting into position, "But I'm warning you I am pretty good."

"Don't worry about me, I am the strongest anyway."

I rolled my eyes at that comment and lunged forward punching him square in the face. "You weren't lying, you are pretty good."

"I told you so~" I chimed while going at him again, I was getting lost in the fight. I could feel myself slipping away after every kick, after every punch. Suddenly, it was hard to keep my eyes open, but how was this possible? I just woke up and yet I am feeling so tired. A few more kicks and that was it, I lost control and collapsed, falling right into his arms. His lean and muscular figure was tense for a second before relaxing.

With the last of my strength I spoke, "W-what have you done to me?"

"You'll understand in good time. But for now, lose yourself Y/n."

And I did, just that.