Whispers of a forgotten past. (A Gojo satoru x geto suguro x reader fanfic)

a jumbled mess, like pieces of a puzzle

Blinking against the brightness of the morning sun, I slowly came to my senses. The rough texture of concrete pressed into my skin, and I gingerly pushed myself into a sitting position. A wave of disorientation swept over me, and for a moment, I had no recollection of who I was or where I was.

As my vision cleared, the imposing gates of a place I didn't recognize came into view. My gaze followed the intricate patterns etched into the metal, symbols that held an elusive significance. I tried to remember how I had ended up here, but my mind was an empty canvas, devoid of any memory.

A gust of wind ruffled my hair, and I shivered, both from the cold and the uncertainty that gripped me. I looked down at myself, taking in my disheveled appearance and the clothes that felt oddly unfamiliar. Who was I? Where did I belong?

A rustling in the bushes nearby drew my attention, and I turned my head to see a figure emerging from the foliage. They approached with purposeful steps, their features still blurry in my foggy vision. As they drew nearer, I could make out their face, a reassuring smile playing on their lips.

"Hey there," the figure greeted, their voice gentle and warm. "You look a bit lost. Are you okay?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but words seemed to fail me. I wanted to ask questions, to demand answers, but my mind was a jumbled mess, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together.

The person crouched down beside me, their eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay, take your time. My name's Yaga. Are you new here?"

Yaga. The name held a hint of familiarity, a whisper of recognition that lingered at the edge of my consciousness. The pieces of the puzzle shifted slightly, but they remained just out of my reach.

"I... I don't know," I confessed, my voice wavering. "I don't remember anything."

Yaga's smile remained, unfazed by my lack of memory. "That's alright. We'll figure it out together. If you're feeling lost, I'll help you find your way."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Where am I?" I finally managed to ask, my voice shaky.

Yaga's gaze softened, their eyes holding a mixture of compassion and something else, something guarded. "You're outside the front gate of the Saishin Academy. It's a school known for its religious studies and training."

"Saishin Academy. Religious studies..." I repeated, the words carrying a weight I couldn't quite explain.

Yaga nodded, their expression becoming slightly more somber. "Yes. You seem to be in a bit of a situation. I found you here, unconscious. It's not common for outsiders to be around this area."

"Outsider?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Yaga's gaze held mine, their eyes holding a story they weren't ready to reveal. "It seems that way. But don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this. Let's get you somewhere safe for now."

As yaga offered their hand, I hesitated for a moment, a sense of vulnerability washing over me. But something in their demeanor reassured me, a quiet strength that spoke of companionship. With a shaky breath, I reached out and took their hand, allowing them to guide me to my feet.

The world around me remained a tapestry of uncertainty, each thread representing a mystery yet to be unraveled. As we walked together, Yaga's presence was like a steady guide through the labyrinth of my confusion. Even as questions buzzed in my mind, I felt a glimmer of hope that in Yaga's company, I might begin to uncover the truth behind my presence at the Saishin Academy.