Supine | Satoru Gojo

chapter 10

Darkened Blisters

~呪術廻戦~

"Sayu! Dummy, what were you thinking?"

Gojo rubbed burn cream into her scalded legs and arms while she sat on the bathroom counter. She felt naked in her shorts and tank top but the cream felt nice on her irritated skin.

"I wanted it dead, it tried to kill me."

Tall frame kneeling in the bathroom, Gojo had a hand wrapped around her sock-covered foot while using his other to soothe the angry flesh that tore through her calves and thighs. He pressed the cream into her skin with such gentle motions that Sayuri felt like he was taking care of a fragile flower instead.

"You don't have to be so gentle. I'm used to this. I've stopped trying to soothe the skin for years."

Since you have left...

The Koki's impassive tone filled the bathroom as she stared at barely blistered hands. Her body heals faster than normal and so she suffers the aftermath of the burns from her cursed energy far less than she could. So she never cared for her skin the way Satoru has always done so...

"How are you gonna stay all cute and soft if you keep making yourself look like an arson victim?"

He scolded softly with a laugh and began to stand while letting go of her limbs. Lavender eyes snapped up harshly to glare at the white-haired sorcerer. Lit with irritation and annoyance, Sayuri scowled.

"I don't care to maintain cute and soft. Leave me to grow harsh and hardened."

Staring down with soft sky eyes, Satoru sighed at the angry reply. Sayuri was always angry and defensive at every moment. He has always known her to be standoffish even in the face of being cared for. Especially in the face of him caring for her.

"You are my Princess Sayuri and princesses are meant to be soft and cute. Even if it means I need to protect you so that you never even break a nail on your perfect hands."

His cerulean stare was intense as he watched Sayuri glare flames at him. Tall frame leaning forward into the cinders, he rested his forearm on the mirror behind her. Harsh yet so cold, her lavender gaze stabbed him solidly. But he had no qualms with staring at the enticing heat. He eyed the way her cheeks filled with blood and the way her teeth pressed into her lips. Satoru Gojo was a man who prided himself on how pretty he looked while being so deadly. He was so powerful yet so bright.

But Sayuri Koki was a whole other league to him. The way she was so dangerous with the power in her veins and the way the flames licked him from her sharpened gaze, called to him more than anything. She threatened his entire being with her gaze and the acid that left her body. What tugged him closer was that she would genuinely be able to follow through. It was something about playing with the fire that burned you before. It was so enticing to him that she was one of the few or only to be able to produce his reckoning.

But the sun-kissed skin and blush lips accompanied by glowing lilac gaze were so ethereal to him. If he was pretty to the world, then she had to be fucking gorgeous. Because in a room of little stars and suns, Sayuri Koki was a moon on top of a darkened galaxy sky he would lay under every night of his life.

I'll never see a glow prettier than you. Is that why I've kept you so close almost my entire life?

"You need to stop doing that. You flirt and boast these claims as if you live for me but I refuse to believe them."

Sayuri spat harshly. Her patience had run thin with the sorcerer's slick words and flirtatious behavior. Stuck in her memory of spending her existence craving recognition and to be wanted, just for Gojo to disappear with everyone else in her life. When Sayuri decided that the world saw her as an evil myth, she sunk into the character. It felt so unfair that when she had finally found the resolve to become sharpened and harsh, he suddenly waltzed back in.