꧁Gojo x fem!reader꧂╠Completed╣
Being a person whose life was predestined from the beginning is not easy. You didn't want this life, but people pointed you out as a curse user. Sentenced to death, you were to be brought to your execution by the pers...
How long can your execution be dragged on? How long can he play in front of superiors? How does he feel when he sees you?
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"You ensured the mission was completed quickly. Why isn't she here yet? Why is she still alive?"
"Gojo Satoru, don't play with us here!"
"Did someone say I was playing?" he said this with his hands in his pockets. "It's hard to find someone even if I know her name, appearance, and address... Every time I came to her house, she wasn't there. And this city is not that small at all. There are several women, like the one in the photo. Just when I thought it was her, it turned out to be some librarian from the local library!
"We should send someone to help find her."
"It's been a month already; is she really still there?"
"I can't believe it could be so hard to find her..."
"She must be stronger than we thought!"
"We have to do something about it!"
You were strong. But you couldn't protect yourself from what you didn't know.
You didn't know that the person who had become your friend during this time was only one of your threats. Because he was the one who was going to make you die.
He can't do it.
He cannot send you to death.
Even if you hate him when you find out, he can't bring you to execution on his own. Because his conscience won't let him hurt you.
You don't deserve to end like this. But he also can't earn anything except standing idly by.
Even if he saw the sight of other sorcerers wanting to take you away, he could only stand idly by and watch. Because if he was clearly protecting you, others would do anything to see the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer collapse and fall from his place on the rung. All because someone who should protect people from evil is helping evil.
Nobody will help you. All he can do is hope this ends.
And this will only end when you're dead.
He could only hope that you wouldn't die at the hands of the sorcerers.
He can't kill you the next time he sees you. He doesn't want you to hate him after you die. He doesn't want him to hate him for what he did to you. He doesn't want to have nightmares because he turned your innocent and beautiful smile into a dead set of lips. Paleness that should be pink. The ineffective muscles that should make your mouth smile.
A smile that not many people have seen. A smile became his ray after one meeting.
The longer he watched you smile, the more remorse he felt. Even more so, he knew that, at some point, you would hate him.
