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

13 ~ Thirteen

[S]atoru Gojo gestured for you to take a seat on his bed, his trademark smirk never faltering.

You eyed him skeptically but eventually complied, sensing that he was testing you. Perhaps if you played along, he'd lose interest sooner rather than later.

As you settled onto the plush mattress, you resisted the temptation to sink into its softness and close your eyes. The reminder that you were still clad in nothing but a towel kept you grounded.

When Gojo casually dragged a chair from a corner of the room you hadn't noticed before, you couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at your oversight.

How could you have missed such a detail? It was an exact copy of the one he had in his study.

He positioned the chair a few feet away from you and lounged in it effortlessly, exuding an air of nonchalance.

You felt like you were in the midst of an interrogation with a man whose confidence bordered on arrogance.

"What's this chat about?" you demanded, folding your arms across your chest and crossing your legs.

Your demeanor piqued Gojo's interest, as you unwittingly presented yourself in a provocative manner.

Unlike his usual preferences, you were smart and self-assured, with an unassuming physique. Yet, there was something intriguing about your demeanor that captivated him. If he hadn't seen your earlier fascination, he might have mistaken your indifference for immunity to his charm.

He was known for many things—the charismatic jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest in the game, the infamous prankster hiding behind his teasing blindfold—Gojo Satoru reveled in his reputation.

But one thing he could always count on was his undeniable appeal to women, despite their claims of annoyance.

However, you were different.

You only seemed to show interest when he deviated from his usual playful self, quickly returning to your cold, guarded demeanor. It was as if you had erected steel walls around yourself, with clear boundaries and objectives firmly in place.

He had to admit, you were strong willed. And that's what made you so intriguing to him. He was determined to keep pushing your buttons until he discovered your limits.

But even Gojo found it irksome when you hadn't even flinched at his suggestion to chat.

He had expected you to be all flushed and embarrassed after his earlier stunt. Yet, here you were, expressionless as ever, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

It frustrated him to no end, but at the same time, it only fueled his desire to unravel the mystery that was you. He wanted to see if he could break through those barriers you had erected and truly understand what lay beneath your calm exterior.

Then again, Gojo Satoru imagined that you were probably one of those women who played hard to get just to catch his attention.

But deep down, you honestly didn't care.

His presence in your life was inconsequential compared to your sole objective: avenging your brother's death.

"We were under the impression you didn't know what cursed energy is."

You let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "So this is what you wanted to talk about."

"If you want our help, transparency is key, Y/N-chan."

"Gojo Satoru," you countered firmly, your eyes narrowing into a fierce warning. "Don't call me that. We're not friends, and this is purely business, right?"

You could almost see the smirk playing on his lips as he mumbled, "Don't wanna."

With another resigned sigh, you decided to push past his antics. "As for your assumptions, I've always been able to use cursed energy. It's no secret. There just hasn't been an opportunity for me to showcase it until now."

"Alright, I get it. Utahime probably didn't fill you in on the details of what we do here, did she?"

Gojo Satoru's words stirred something within you. You quickly composed yourself before responding, "No, she didn't."

"We're jujutsu sorcerers," he stated matter-of-factly. "Our duty is to exorcise the creatures that haunt this world. And here, we groom the next generation of sorcerers."

A surge of curiosity welled within you. "What does this have to do with me?"

"I'm sure you can connect the dots, Y/N-chan," Gojo quipped with a knowing grin. "We'll assist in investigating your brother's death. We'll even impart skills to defend yourself in dire situations—"

"In exchange for what?" you pressed, cautious of his offer.

"Reveal what your brother was safeguarding before becoming a target."

"But if you're a jujutsu sorcerer, aren't you similar to those who targeted him?" you countered, skepticism coloring your tone.

Gojo shook his head, his smirk broadening. "Not quite. We weren't instructed to eliminate you, you see."

"And if that were to change?"

"Then you'd just have to wait and see, Y/N-chan," he retorted with a nonchalant shrug, his playful demeanor unwavering. "But I'd rather not. Feels like a waste of youth—"

"Enough," you snapped, your patience wearing thin. "I honestly don't have a clue myself. That's what I'm hoping to uncover with this investigation."

His eyebrow quirked in curiosity at your sincerity. "Is that so?"

"Isn't that the reason I'm here?" you shot back, pushing yourself up from your seat and heading towards the door.

Gojo's voice followed you, casual as ever. "Oh, I got you a uniform. You can personalize it to your liking. Should be here by tomorrow."

You paused, glancing back at him with surprise. "A uniform?"

"Yeah, we all wear one here," he confirmed, gesturing to his own attire.

You sighed audibly. "Great."

"Bye-bye, Y/N-chan. See you tomorrow," Gojo waved casually, his grin remaining firmly in place.

You couldn't help but wonder what he found so amusing, but you dismissed the thought as you walked away.

"Goodnight," you muttered curtly as you exited the room.