|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

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hey, I am writting this with a fever so i might edit it when i feel better, let me know if something makes no sense <3 Tw for the same topics as the last chapter.

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Y/n's POV

I never unpacked. Ever since I got here a year ago, I've been hoping they would let me go back to my old life, far from Japan, where I could breathe properly. My bags are always packed with the hope of someday leaving all of this behind. As much as I try to convince myself I can be happy here, the illusion is always broken when I walk through the halls, their probing eyes that don't even try to be subtle as they look down on me, the words they whisper, the way no matter how strong or good I am, they will never look at me with respect.

The elders' bitch. That is all I am for them.

I want to go back to the places where no one knew my name, my past, my present, my future.

And because I want my freedom, I don't leave when I turn around the corner. I stay there in silence, turning my cursed energy as low as I can, using my polarity to diffuse my location to his 6th eye.

"Don't tell me this is more than what you let us think, are you actually dumb enough to get involved with her?" I hold my breath, barely able to hear their words.

More than he lets them think? My jaw clenches.

Do not jump to any conclusions.

"None of your business," he spits out. I feel chills go up my back; I had forgotten the coldness that his voice can transmit.

"I'll go straight to the point," Yaga sounds angry. "You have until the end of the exchange event to do your part. I don't understand why you are so stubborn on being old-fashioned, we can just command her to-."

I flinch as I hear a thud. My knuckles feel the acidic familiar feeling as they split open. Blood flowing down my hand. The only sound here being gravel falling down.

I almost cannot hear them over the sound of my racing heart.

"Tell them to get off my fucking back!" I don't think I have ever heard him yell like that. "I already told them I'll do it." I gulp at Gojo's voice. He is scary.

Is he working for them?

Was he trying to make me trust him on purpose? Is it all a trap?

I feel myself go pale. I want to curse myself for being so weak, so naive... to think for a second there could be a selfless reason behind his kindness.

"I'll tell the elders to give you time, so you better hurry." I can hear Yaga's footsteps going further away from me.

Betrayal never comes from an enemy; betrayal only exists when there's care, and I cannot say that Gojo means nothing to me, not anymore, not when he has invaded my life, making it impossible for me to ignore him. For fuck's sake, he brought to me a dream I didn't know I could hope to have, laying it on a silver platter before me. I was dumb enough to assume there could be the possibility he saw me as anything besides his enemy.

I can't stop it anymore; my own tears blind me. I don't know what to do. The heat makes my mind go blank. 

I look down; my hand won't stop bleeding so I bring my other hand up, trying to get the burning sensation off of me, holding the skin close.

I heal it.

Ah...

His 6th eye.

I stay still; did he not notice? A slow footstep towards me is all I need.