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

12 ~ Twelve

[B]y the time you'd come to your senses, Gojo had finished his bath and was already out of there, leaving you with a mix of annoyance and lingering discomfort from his earlier prank.

"Asshole," you mumbled under your breath.

Until your eyes landed on his basket of dirty clothes, a daring idea sparked in your mind. Irritation fueled your actions as you sought a petty form of retaliation by approaching his laundry.

As you read the brand, confirming its pricey nature, you couldn't resist the urge to teach him a lesson.

Opening the tap, you wetted the white shirt and began to wipe the remnants of his mess off your face.

Satisfied with your impromptu revenge, you tossed the now-stained shirt back into the laundry basket with a faint smirk playing on your lips.

Of course, you couldn't ignore the allure of his scent, unwittingly inhaling it as you carried out your plan.

With your mission accomplished, you tiptoed towards the door, pressing your ear against it to ensure he wasn't nearby.

Once you were certain of his absence, you gathered your clothes and quietly made your way towards the exit, hoping to avoid any further confrontation.

However, just as you were about to slip away unnoticed, you caught sight of the walk-in closet door being opened. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized Gojo must have been inside.

Before you could react, you heard him call out your name, his voice tinged with exhaustion. Your body instantly tensed as you hesitantly turned to face him, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

"Uh? Y/N?" he repeated with feigned confusion laced in his tone as he surveyed your expression.

Caught in the act, you struggled to come up with a convincing explanation for your presence in his room, your mind racing to find a way out of this awkward encounter.

"Missed me already?" Gojo's smug tone grated on your nerves.

You resisted the urge to hurl something at him, knowing it would only make things worse.

Your eyes scanned the room until they landed on your bag. With a carefully blank expression, you crossed your arms over your bust, despite being clad in nothing more than a towel—his towel.

"Ah... I was just looking for my brother's Koto," you stated coolly.

"Heh, told ya I was gonna take care of the consequences," Gojo quipped casually, closing in with an easy confidence that sent a shiver down your spine.

Swallowing thickly, you averted your gaze, still unable to shake off the earlier incident.

"W-what do you mean?" you asked, trying to mask your unease.

"I'll get it fixed and sent to you soon," he offered, his tone smooth as silk.

Your head whipped in his direction, eyes narrowing with sternness. "No need, I already told you there was—"

"Ah, but I insist," he interjected smoothly, his voice laced with deadly charm as he drew nearer.

"Stay where you are. Don't come any closer," you snapped, halting his advance with a steely glare.

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have cared whether he was close to you or not. But being caught in nothing but his towel made you wary.

Your jaw ticked as you sighed in frustration.

"Woah, Y/N-chan? What did I ever do to you?" Gojo teased, a mischievous grin plastered to his face.

He knew exactly what he'd done, but you didn't have to know that he was aware.

"You've got to learn about the notion of personal space... umm, Gojo-san," you remarked, drawing a clear line between you and him with the formal honorific.

So, this was how you wanted to play it?

Gojo thought, a mischievous glint in his eye beneath the layers of his white blindfold.

Deliberately setting boundaries? Challenge accepted.

He couldn't resist the opportunity to push your buttons, slowly dismantling your defenses until it was just him and you, tangled in a web of playful banter.

This was going to be entertaining.

With a hint of amusement, Gojo stated, "Just call me Satoru."

"What?" you blinked, caught off guard.

"Now that I think about it, we've barely formally introduced ourselves," Gojo continued, tilting his head upward in contemplation. "Guess you heard from Shoko, but I'm Gojo Satoru, strongest sorcerer alive and also a teacher here at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College."

"Y/N L/N," you stated evenly, maintaining your composure.

"Hai Hai. I knew that already!" Gojo shrugged casually. "Call me Satoru when it's just the two of us."

"W-why?" you stammered, frowning at his insistence.

"Because I'm giving you special permission to," Gojo replied with the hint of a mischievous but charming smile.

An awkward tension hung in the air as you stood your ground, maintaining your composure despite the playful banter.

"Anyway, I'll get going," you stated firmly, attempting to diffuse the situation.

But Gojo wasn't about to let you off that easily.

"Heh? I thought we were just getting started with our little chat," he declared with a confident smirk, his charismatic aura unmistakable. Then, with a hint of playful mischief dancing in his tone, he added, "But it seems like you're trying to make a quick getaway. Got something to hide, perhaps? Or are you just afraid of how much fun you'll have with me?"

You tensed slightly at his words. Despite the light-hearted facade, there was a sharpness to his observation that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have nothing to hide," you replied evenly, meeting his blindfolded gaze head-on. "And I'm certainly not afraid of you."

But even as you spoke, doubt lingered in the back of your mind. Gojo's keen intuition was unnerving, and you couldn't shake the feeling that he saw right through you.

A mischievous glint danced in Gojo's unseen eyes as he continued, "Then what's got you all wound up? Stay, let's have a chat."

Despite his feigned innocence, you couldn't shake the feeling of a subtle challenge underlying his words.

With a resigned sigh, you conceded, "I'm just tired, that's all. But okay, as you wish. Let's have a chat."