Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

8 ~ Eight

"L/N Y/N," Principal Yaga called, his voice dripping with authority and a hint of intrigue as he pronounced your name. "Take a seat."

He gestured gracefully towards the plush couch in front of him. As you approached, you complied, sinking into the cushioned comfort.

Meanwhile, Gojo maintained his casual stance against the doorframe.

However, true to his unpredictable nature, he eventually sauntered over and settled beside you.

With characteristic flair, he managed to make the simple act of sitting down seem like a performance, his long leg accidentally landing on your knees, eliciting a quizzical glance from you before an exasperated sigh escaped your lips.

"Oh? It's Y/n-chan?" Gojo quipped, his grin radiant and mischievous, as if he were enjoying a private joke. "You won't get mad, hmm?"

"Out of my face! You stink!" you shot back bluntly, shifting away slightly. Principal Yaga, mid-sip of his tea, nearly choked as he struggled to stifle a laugh.

Despite your indifference, you couldn't deny the magnetic charm emanating from Gojo. It was like being caught in the orbit of a supernova, simultaneously dazzling and dangerous.

"Ne, Y/N-chan. That's not quite nice," Gojo teased, his voice a melodious blend of amusement and allure.

"Back off, Gojo-kun," you retorted, your tone sarcastic.

He relented with a smirk, leaning back with an air of nonchalance that only added to his undeniable charisma.

Principal Yaga cleared his throat, drawing the attention of both you and Gojo, though your responses differed in their levels of reluctance.

With a composed demeanor, he posed the question, "L/N Y/N, can you see or sense curses?"

"Curses?" You raised an eyebrow in intrigue.

He nodded patiently, his explanation measured yet informative. "Curses are supernatural manifestations of negative human emotions like hatred, fear, and despair. They can vary in strength, from minor nuisances to formidable malevolent entities. So, can you see them?"

As he spoke, memories of your childhood resurfaced, memories of seeing monsters lurking in the shadows, their presence haunting your every step.

You remembered how your big brother had intervened, finding a way to help you cope with your gift and protect you from the terrors that lurked in the darkness.

You nodded in response to Yaga's question, acknowledging that you had always been able to see these otherworldly beings. "I do, actually."

"Ah, I see you've got some moves, Y/N-chan," Gojo remarked with a playful smirk. "After all, how else would you have taken on Yuta's spirit."

His words seemed to linger in the air, more of a taunt than a mere observation. Was he implying that you were hiding something?

Principal Yaga's voice cut through the tension, his tone authoritative yet informative. "You'll be under Gojo Satoru's protection until we've sorted through your situation."

"And what exactly does that mean?"

Yaga's explanation was concise. "Your brother possessed something highly sought after by powerful Jujutsu clans. Now that he's gone, you may be their next target. Until we've completed our investigation, Gojo will keep you safe and teach you to wield your abilities against curses."

You released a weary sigh. "Why does it have to be him?"

Gojo's reply was classic of his confidence. "Because I'm the strongest, Y/N-chan. And let's not forget about my good looks too," he added with his trademark cocky smirk.

You couldn't resist a sarcastic retort, "Sure, whatever floats your boat."

His demeanor shifted slightly as he posed his own question. "By the way, Y/N-chan, why can't I sense any curse energy from you? You're hiding something, aren't you?"

Your suspicion from earlier was confirmed. He truly believed you were keeping something from them.

Drawing upon the wisdom imparted by your brother, you chose to be forthright with them. "I possess a cursed tool that masks my energy. It's a precaution my brother arranged for my safety."

"How well do you think you can hold your own in a fight?"

Caught off guard by Gojo's unexpected question, you hesitated, unsure of how to assess your own abilities. "I'm not entirely sure," you confessed reluctantly.

Principal Yaga, always observant, smoothly intervened, summoning one of his puppets with a flick of his wrist. "Anyway, L/N Y/N, this little thing here will guide you to your room," he declared, his tone authoritative yet welcoming. "I have a few more matters to discuss with Satoru, so I won't keep you."

With a nod of understanding, you watched as the peculiar puppet creature trotted towards the door, beckoning for you to follow.

As you stood up, you deftly maneuvered around the couch, avoiding Gojo's outstretched legs that obstructed your path.

Before you departed, Principal Yaga offered a parting sentiment. "I'm glad you've returned, L/N Y/N. I trust you'll find your stay here to be pleasant."

Unable to resist injecting his trademark charm, Gojo smirked playfully. "Don't fret, Y/N-chan. If you ever need some... intimate company, you know where to find me."

Brushing off his somewhat flirtatious remark with a roll of your eyes, you offered a final nod of acknowledgment to Principal Yaga. Then, gracefully exited the room, following closely behind the enigmatic cursed puppet.