❝Gomen'nasai❞ || Gojo x reader

Chapter 02 - Curse User - (y/n) (l/n)

"Where should I stop?" the assistant asked, looking in the mirror to see the face of White Hair in the backseat. 

"She's not home, so let's check out the city. It's not much, so just stop somewhere and I'll look for her. And I'll bring her to the car." He replied, looking at the phone for a moment. 

Either you go with him of your own free will or he will have to knock you unconscious and bring you to the car. 

He wanted to complete this mission very quickly. He didn't feel like doing more work...

Stopping by the supermarket, Gojo threw some banknotes to the assistant, asking him to buy him coffee and something to eat there. He was to spend everything that he had given him. All so that he can eat it as his meal, because being here in the evening he missed dinner. 

And he himself started looking.

His blindfold attracted a lot of attention, so he put on glasses. He didn't want you to see him and recognize him right away. 

It would only make his job harder. 

There weren't many people on the sidewalks. And the lights of the shops around the square where he stood nicely illuminated the area.
A small but charming town. 

He was thinking about looking for you in the shops or at the bar. You had to be here somewhere, because this is the only place you could be right now. Apparently you don't emit a lot of cursed energy, but even a small amount will be easy for him to sense. 

If he weren't him, he would be looking for a woman with a bandage on her hand. But it was clearly written that your pollen accelerates the healing of your wounds, leaving no scars. That's why you might as well not have had any wounds. 

He's never seen a curse user repent. Nor anyone who, after the victim's death, cries and cuts his skin as if he wanted to commit suicide.

Maybe your life wasn't completely bad as your superiors say? 

With his hands in his unbuttoned uniform, and also he unbuttoned the top button of the black shirt he was wearing to rid of the unbearable heat. 

This evening was a pain. It was stuffy and hot. There's probably a storm brewing. 

"Ugh... It's a pain in ass..."

He wiped his forehead and eye, and when he looked to the side later, he felt like he was lucky today. 

He expected to walk for hours to find you. However, you were there now. It was probably you. (h/c) hair. Yes, it's you. The features of the choice that he remembers are even the same. 

And for some reason you looked better in person than in the photos. More lively. Quite nice. 

It was time to activate his attention mode. Establish a good relationship with you and complete the mission. 

He started walking towards you.

"Hey! I didn't expect that in a nice city someone wouldn't smile!" He exclaimed with a smile. 

Maybe it was just his game, but he had to admit that you looked quite innocent and cute. Not like in the photos. Well, he thinks it's cute...

You turned to see if he was talking to someone behind you.

Nobody was there. 

"I'm talking to you!" he waved at you with a kind smile. 

You were his mission. But he had to gain some of your trust first. 

"I was looking for someone who could show me around. I wanted to take a break after a hard day, but I don't know a good place." 

Crap, to was a bad idea. There are so many people around here and he chooses you? It's a bit strange and suspicious.