Obsession | GoSuku

5

Gojo jolted awake as his head tilted a bit too close to the ground. The pain in his abdomen intensified as a blinding sensation shot up his whole body, making him cry out. He steadied himself and put his hands in front. Then, he hoisted himself up slowly with his good arm, going on one knee.

The sorcerer had been healing non-stop throughout his slumber, but no matter what he tried, the blood won't stop. Gojo's wound was starting to go black around the edges, as if his skin was starting to rot. As he stumbled into the hallways, he tried to shake off the uneasy feeling from his most recent flashback. The dreams kept coming back, and Gojo swore he hadn't had a good sleep in ages. Not since Geto died anyways.

Looking down, Gojo grimaced at the ruined kimono, drenched in blood. The thick liquid still ran steadily, spurting occasionally from the sudden movement. His hand was doing nothing to stop it as the crimson gushed between his fingers. It left a bright red trail behind him on the floor as he exited the room. Sukuna was gonna be pissed when he saw this.

"Hey!" Gojo shouted out to no one in particular. "Anyone there? Sukuna, I know you can hear me."

The darkness greeted him back, accompanied by the soft rusting of the wind blowing through the trees outside.

"At least give me some bandages or something. I'm actually gonna ruin these nice tatami floors if you don't come out." Still no response.

"Annoying bastard." The sorcerer muttered under his breath.

The curse had gotten on his nerves so much. Gojo never got an explanation of how he was alive, or what he was doing here in the first place. Sukuna never gave him a straight answer, and only came here occasionally as if he was checking up on a house pet of some sorts. And now, the curse won't even treat him?

Gojo tried one more time. "Sukuna, I swear to god when I find you-"

This time, the king of curses appeared, materialized out of thin air. Gojo jumped a little, but narrowed his eyes.

"Are you deaf or something, old geezer? I'm your guest-" Sukuna cut him off with his palm out, with an agitated expression on his face.

Gojo could practically feel the red eyes that bore into his skull. Knowing he had succeeded in annoying the curse, he finally shut up and just smirked.

"You disturb my sleep, mess up my floors and now you're making demands." Sukuna pulled him towards his chest, making the sorcerer's breath hitch. "I think I'll have to teach you some actual manners one day."

"Woah there Sukuna, getting a bit handsy, are we?" Gojo teased. He brought up one hand, letting it brush against the curse's cheek, ghosting his fingers over the tattoos on Sukuna's face. His heart nearly skipped a beat as he felt the same, unfazed, stare bore down onto him. As if he wasn't anything special. Somehow, the bored expression only made the curse even more alluring.

Suddenly, the hallway felt too cramped. "Alright, you can get off now." Embarrassed by the boldness of his actions, Gojo tried to push the other away, turning his face to hide the pink tint that had spread across his face.

Sukuna just rolled his eyes and ignored the sorcerer's wishes completely.

"Stop squirming Six-Eyes. You're coming with me to get cleaned up."

With that, the curse warped them both to the onsen behind the minka.

He gave the sorcerer a disgusted look but didn't loosen his grip. Instead, tattooed hands started carefully stripping the bloodied kimono off Gojo, who was too stunned to retaliate. The curse was being unusually gentle, careful not to irritate his wounds any further, even with his claw-like nails. However, when Sukuna got to his lower half, Gojo finally snapped out of the trance.

"I-I can do this myself." Gojo spluttered, swatting Sukuna's hands away.

"Oh can you now, Six-Eyes." Sukuna purred, each word rolling off his tongue.

The curse's red eyes were fixated on Gojo's every move, like a hunter stalking its prey. Sukuna must admit, out of all the powerful sorcerers he had met, Gojo was the prettiest of all. He wanted to dig his nails into the other's pale skin until it bruised, or even better, until he bled. Something about the most powerful sorcerer in this century had fascinated him, and Sukuna would get what Sukuna wanted.

But it wasn't time yet.

He chuckled at Gojo's clumsiness, eyes drinking up the slim figure hidden underneath the kimono that draped on the sorcerer's figure. Sukuna would definitely get another one made for the Six-Eyes user as soon as possible. Gojo was his to spoil and his to own.

When Gojo finally peeled the bandages off his wound, he looked up only to find the curse raising an eyebrow at him.

After a moment of silence, Gojo finally answered sheepishly. "I don't know how this happened either."

Sukuna looked unamused, but the sorcerer didn't miss an expression that flitted across the curse's features for a millisecond. Was it anger? Gojo opened his mouth to ask, but given that an argument could ensue, he finally decided against bringing it up.

He took a few steps towards the edge of the hot springs, letting his fingers skim the water's surface.

"Are you coming?" Gojo asked without looking back.

The curse just stood quietly behind him, motionless.

After waiting for a few seconds, Gojo turned around and stuck out his tongue like a child. "Fine, suit yourself grandpa."

Gojo submerged himself into the warm water, grimacing at its contact with his wound. He let himself sink to the bottom until only his head and arms remained above the surface, the mist almost completely blocking him from Sukuna's view. The high temperature relaxed the sorcerer's muscles, washing away any tension and grimness left from the wounds. He opened his eyes again, exhaling deeply.

Stars blanketed the sky above him as a cold breeze brushed against his skin. Gojo could get used to this. The place was silent for once, the only sound present being the occasional chirp from a stray cricket. Finally, a rustling from the other side of the steamy air alerted Gojo of the presence of the curse coming towards the hot spring. When Sukuna's white kimono hit the ground, Gojo couldn't help but gape at the curse's physique. It reminded him of a sculpture at a museum. Instead of going next to the sorcerer, Sukuna went to the opposite side, also sliding into the water with ease.

The two acknowledged each other with a simple nod, basking in each other's presence as well as enjoying the pleasant temperatures of the onsen. Nothing needed to be said between the strongest, and the silence was enough. Before long, Gojo could feel his consciousness slipping as the humidity sent him into a state of drowsiness. He tried to push the sleepiness away, concerned about the potential danger in front of him. But his eyelids were weighed down with fatigue, and he couldn't stop himself from falling into a deep slumber.

Sukuna observed the sleeping sorcerer in silence, never once taking his eyes off his prize.