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

10 ~ Ten

[T]raversing the maze-like corridors of this eerie place, the presence of the cursed puppet by your side only heightened your discomfort.

Despite its somewhat cute appearance, you couldn't shake the feeling that it served as a grim reminder of the unsettling nature of this place.

With each turn, the corridors seemed to grow darker, the air heavier with an oppressive aura. Finally, you reached a dead end, greeted only by two doors aligned side by side.

You gathered that you had arrived at your designated quarters.

The suspicion was confirmed when the puppet tugged at the fabric of your sweatpants.

Glancing down, you watched as it waved you goodbye before scurrying away, leaving behind a temporary semblance of a smile on your lips.

But as the puppet disappeared from sight, a troubling realization dawned on you:

Which of the two doors was meant to be your room?

You hadn't bothered to ask, too preoccupied with its cuteness.

Feeling a sense of unease creeping over you, you hesitated before finally deciding to try the first door on the left.

With a deep breath, you turned the handle and stepped inside, hoping that you had made the right choice.

Upon entering, your eyes immediately landed on the bag containing your damaged Koto instrument, resting across the bed at the center of the room.

"Not bad," you muttered, acknowledging the convenient placement.

The structure retained its old Japanese style, but with a modern twist evident in the furniture.

To your left stood a walk-in closet, while to your right, another door hinted at the bathroom beyond. The minimalistic decor appealed to your taste.

Since you were already there, you decided to freshen up with a shower, the scent of humidity and sweat clinging unpleasantly to your skin. Discarding your shoes by the door, you made your way toward the mysterious door, likely leading to the bathroom.

As expected, it revealed a modern shower, but what caught your attention was the inviting bathtub positioned at its center.

On any other occasion, you might have indulged in its luxury, but today, exhaustion weighed heavily upon you, dissuading any further pampering.

Quickly discarding your clothes, you stepped into the refreshing cascade of water, letting it wash away the day's fatigue. As the warm droplets cascaded down your body, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over you.

After enjoying a few minutes under the soothing stream, you reluctantly turned off the shower, still feeling weary from the day's events. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you glanced around the bathroom.

Your used clothes were scattered across the floor, one of them wedged between the floating bathroom sink and the ground. With a sigh, you reached down to retrieve it, but just as you'd managed to crawl beneath the sink to grab hold of it, the bathroom door swung open.

Startled, you turned to see Gojo standing in the doorway, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

Embarrassment flooded through you as you realized your state of undress, but Gojo's expression remained unfazed.

Thankfully, he couldn't see you clearly with your towel wrapped around you. You silently thanked your lucky stars for his 'blindness'.

"Ah, good to be back," Gojo remarked casually, interrupting your thoughts.

You were about to ask him what he was doing here when a sudden realization hit you.

Wait a minute. You were in his room?

Damn. You mentally berated yourself for not taking the time to inspect your surroundings when you arrived. You had assumed it was your quarters solely based on the bag alone.

As you remained on all fours, halfway beneath his sink, flustered and confused, Gojo's smirk widened, clearly amused by the situation.

He had caught you off guard, and he was reveling in it.

"Hmm, seems like it's time for a shower," Gojo remarked casually, his tone laced with amusement as he pretended to be oblivious to your presence.

You could hardly believe your ears.

You watched in disbelief as he began to undress, completely unfazed by your presence. With deliberate nonchalance, he stripped himself naked, not caring that he was exposing himself before your horrified eyes.

As he sauntered past you towards the shower, you couldn't help but notice the impressive size of his... well, everything.

You instinctively scooted back further under the small space beneath the sink, your hands half covering your eyes to shield yourself from the sight.

Now huddled there, Gojo's earlier assurance that he wouldn't detect your presence if you remained still played over in your mind.

With bated breath, you clutched your knees to your chest, eagerly awaiting his departure so you could devise an escape plan.

Once Gojo emerged from his shower, he stepped out unabashedly, making no effort to cover himself, and made his way to the sink, likely in search of something for his bath.

You cautiously pulled back your feet to prevent any accidental contact, watching his movements with a sense of apprehension.

As he reached for the cupboard, you couldn't help but notice his impressive physique once more.

If he weren't 'blind', you might have suspected him of deliberately flaunting his size.

Earlier, even in its relaxed state, you'd noted his size. But now, seeing him fully aroused and erect, added another layer of surrealism to the situation.

Feeling a mix of confusion and unease, you remained concealed beneath the sink, uncertain of how to navigate this increasingly strange encounter.

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~ Author's Note ~
Just as a gentle reminder, this is a smut fanfiction. So tread with caution if this isn't your thing.

Anyway, comment what you think is going to happen next chapter.

See ya.
Aramis