Fresh Eyes || Satoru Gojo x Sorcerer!Oc || (SLOW UPDATES)

One, The Weird White Figure

A/N: please, please, PLEASE, correct me if I get any of the lore wrong, I dont want this story to be one of those incorrect cringe ones, I beg you guys to comment if you find something wrong, because I am not well educated on the jjk universe, and please mind if my Oc is a bit savage toward Suguru, as she does not know the whole story, Im counting on Gojo to tell her some time in the future, and in this chapter shes kind of roasting him as a way to morn, thank you for your time, and enjoy the read :)

After Suguru had died, I never really had another second thought toward another man. Sure, I knew he was near the end, but that string of hope really did keep me going. Suguru Geto was the first and might-as-well-be last man I've ever loved. And I never got to tell him. I guess that shows alot about me, huh? I'm so hung up in my head that I cant even keep myself in the real world. People would say the worst curse is love in my scenario, but really it would be my air-head. If I werent so out of it, maybe there wouldve been a chance in the future with Suguru..
I reach my fingertips to the edge of my bottom lip. He was cruel. He had kissed me even though he knew he was doomed. He was the idiot. Not me. I clench my jaw. I'm not some stupid love- sick girl anyway. Im a grown fucken woman. This was just whoevers-up-theres attempt to make my life even more of a living hell.

"Stupid..."

I curse under my breath. Kicking a stone to the side, god couldnt even forgive me after saving all of those humans lives that he had tried to take. Maybe in the end, all of my loved ones deaths are on me. Maybe that bitch up theres tryna laugh in my face cause I just dont learn. Anything to do with love. Thats not for me.

I look up at the tree infront of me and grab onto a branch, hauling myself up.

"..And yet I keep searching"

I grunt as the bark scrapes my skin, the cold night air not making it any better. Deep down I know that Im not gonna get any better not greiving, but that would lose my crying streak. I frown, looking down as I climb up. I dont think I've cryed since I was a kid, and I'm expected to lose that? Hell no. If I'm gonna cry, it has to be the most heartbreaking thing, with the best fucken audiance. He died about a year ago anyway, whats the point? I sniffle as I reach the top, my face no longer surrounded by leaves and bark, I ruffle my long, dark brown locks of hair. This is nice. I sigh, closing my eyes and hugging the tree tight. You could've been here instead of this tree I think to myself, pressing my nose against it, knowing I'm probably looking like a complete idiot I hear a groan and My eyes shoot down. A black figure stares up at me, blinking. I poke my tongue out at it

"I'm not in the mood, fuck off"

The cursed spirit doesnt budge, just stands there. Yearning for me to come down.

"What? You cant climb trees? Stupid. What typa human made you?"

It blinks again and I groan, it really wasnt going to leave, huh? Those stupid things have been following me my whole fucken life, I destroy them just by flinching and they never learn. In a way they're just like me. Fucken delusional idiots that dont know their place.

"What are you? Grade two, three? What makes you think you can screw with me, huh? You should know that I am above special grade. Why do you think your so special?"

I couldnt tell if it was just entirely a shadow with white glowing eyes or it was the shade making it look that way, I sigh and let go of the tree, falling incredibly fast toward the being and stopping a  centemeter away. Midair. I stroke the shadows supposing cheek and hum,

" you're a weird one. Not a fighter. "

It doesnt fault. Staying completely still as I hang upside down, milimeters away from its head.