Y/n POV
Being a secret isn't difficult when you were born and raised one, existing hidden in plain sight—a weapon bound to the elders' command. My life has always been managed by faces I can't recognize: wake up, train, study, repeat. As for any person that passes by me, I am the daughter of Mr. Masamichi Yaga, the teacher of the first years in Jujutsu Kaisen, his spoiled adopted daughter who could only become a Grade 4 sorcerer through nepotism. A decent student. A mediocre sorcerer.
The bell rings, and the class starts. My "Father" Yaga begins the class, and I scribble away the content I have already seen years ago. The door swings open, and as always, I can feel my breath get stuck in my chest as my eyes get attached to his tall figure. Gojo Satoru, the strongest, the only reason I was kept alive. I force my eyes down, trying to appear calm.
I messed up. I really messed up. I would never tell this to the higher-ups, but since the incident happened, he keeps his 6th eye on me.
"You are late," my father nags at him.
"Sorry, Mr. Yaga, won't happen again." Gojo sits in his assigned seat, which just happens to be the one in front of me. I use my technique to slow down the beating of my heart, and as I do so, his face turns slightly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
Shit.
Just how much have you noticed?
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|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader
FanfictionShe is kept alive only to serve as his chain. Hello, I'm the author. I genuinely feel that reading this is better if you don't know what you are signing up for. Slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, angst, Jujutsu Kaisen universe, forced proximity, one-bed...
