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

14 ~ Fourteen

[A]fter your departure, the click of the door closing behind you marked the beginning of Gojo Satoru's leisurely stroll across his chamber.

A subtle smirk danced at the corners of his lips, betraying the amusement swirling within.

The sorcerer hailed as the strongest of his time, Gojo Satoru, entered the bathroom with casual ease.

With a simple flick, he removed his blindfold, unveiling his piercing yet mesmerizing blue eyes. His gaze swept over the tidy room, where a lone pair of black lace panties left behind by you stood out.

A playful glint flickered in Gojo's eyes as he retrieved the garment, his attention then drawn to a pile of dirty laundry.

Amongst the chaos lay an once immaculate white shirt, now tarnished by a conspicuous yellow stain. The revelation elicited a chuckle from the sorcerer, indicating his willingness to partake in the game you initiated.

With a knowing grin, Gojo approached the wall separating your room from his, pressing his ear against it in anticipation. The subtle symphony of your movements didn't escape his keen senses, nor did the soft spray of the shower, confirming your efforts to erase any trace of him.

"Hah," Gojo murmured to himself, his voice tinged with amusement.

Though he'd half-expected a more passionate response from you, your actions proved otherwise. Despite the lack of excitement, there was a certain satisfaction in the dance of dominance and submission that defined your interactions.

"Disappointing," he mused with a smirk, pulling away from the wall.

As he retreated to his own room, Gojo couldn't help but look forward to the next round of this exhilarating game.

Meanwhile, in your room, you meticulously cleaned yourself before getting changed for bed. Glancing at the time on your phone, you realized it wasn't late at all; it was only 7:00 PM.

Thankfully, this time you were in the correct room, and your clothing luggage awaited you on the bed.

Your bedroom shared the same minimalistic decor as Gojo Satoru's, leading you to conclude that they had assigned you a room near or in his quarters so he could keep an eye on you.

Thus why there were only two rooms in this corner of the building.

As you nestled into bed, a set of rhythmic knocks on your door stirred you from your comfort.

With a furrowed brow and a sleepy yawn, you reluctantly heeded the interruption and trudged toward the source. Swinging open the door revealed Kitoyaka Ijichi standing there, bearing a neatly wrapped package.

"Ms. L/N, I assume you haven't dined yet," he ventured, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

"Um," you hesitated, weighing whether to divulge Gojo's earlier gesture. "I've already eaten. But thank you for asking."

Ijichi's demeanor wavered slightly, but he extended the package nonetheless.

"As part of my duties, I handle errands for the jujutsu sorcerers. Inside, you'll find sustenance for later and a new uniform. Gojo-san arranged it, though I can't guarantee it matches your tastes," he explained.

You nodded in gratitude, accepting the bundle from him. "Thank you, Kitoyaka-san."

"Please, just call me Ijichi," he insisted with a gentle smile.

You acquiesced with a nod before noticing a missing element.

"Regarding those errands, am I able to enlist your assistance for personal tasks?" you inquired.

"Absolutely. Anything you need. The school covers all expenses during your stay," Ijichi assured.

"Perhaps some macarons for later, but not tonight," you suggested.

"Understood."

"Thanks once more. Goodnight," you bid, closing the door behind you.

"Goodnight," Ijichi reciprocated, his voice trailing off as you returned to your bed to inspect the contents of the package.

After neatly organizing the contents, you separated the uniform from the food, ready to try it on.

The jujutsu uniform consisted of a dark-blue skirt, a white shirt, and a matching dark blue jacket.

Swiftly changing into the attire, you examined your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Your long hair and overgrown bangs gave you a disheveled appearance, but the uniform hugged your figure nicely.

The short skirt accentuated your long legs, while the tightly fitted white shirt highlighted your form. The blazer-like jacket added a touch of professionalism, though you couldn't help but think that Gojo Satoru's taste could have been better.

Reminding yourself to inform Ijichi about potential upgrades, you made a mental note as you returned to your bed.

With your task completed, you reclined on the bed, reaching for your phone to compose a message.