Gojo's POV
The drive back to the dorms feels like hell on earth, I grab my wrist, trying to make my skin forget the feeling of her hand wrapped around it. I never really thought touch could linger so much time in a person. Fuck. I take a deep breath, trying to ground myself. My feelings contradict each other. I hate it—the way she treats me like a weak person, the way she feels the need to protect me from herself, her and her stupid promises. "I'll give you a heads up, if I do, leave. Go as far as you can." Who the hell does she think she is talking to?
She isn't wrong. If she says I should run, I'll do exactly that.
My hands go to my hair as I pull on it, trying to distract myself, but my thoughts keep annoying me. I hate that I can't hate her even when Y/n is the one person I should be most wary of, my only weakness. I curse myself as I realize I can't even dislike her. The way she acts is different from other sorcerers. I sneak a peek at her; her eyes are looking out the window, and I can't help but see the sorrow in them. I shouldn't have asked if she thought the elders would fear her too. Her defeated smile is still engraved in my brain.
After an hour of holding back from slapping myself, we arrive at the dorms. She steps out of the car first not even looking back at me as she starts walking towards the female dorms.
Don't follow after her.
I step out of the car.
Don't follow after her.
As I'm about to do exactly what my brain is begging me not do, she glances back, her eyes look so strained and pained that I can feel my heart throb as she looks at me.
"I'll make it easy for you to pretend I don't exist. I promise." She tries her best to smile, but that doesn't hide how teary eyed she is. "You are still free, Gojo; don't underestimate that. You have so much ahead of you."
Her words resonate in my brain as she walks away, slowly disappearing into the dark of the night. My jaw clenches as I stay there; I'm useless.
A useless first-year sorcerer; I can't even think of a way to help her, for fuck's sake. I take a deep breath as I can't stop feeling like there is weight on my chest.
What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about helping her in the first place.
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Omniscient POV
Gojo Satoru never imagined her seat would be empty for the rest of his studies. He would also never acknowledge the fact he always looked for her when passing outside Yagas office, hoping to bump into her. Today he is flying back to his school with suguru and the next vessel for Tengen, a special mission he was tasked with.
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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...
