Satoru Gojo X Reader

He put your life at risk

Satoru had sent you off on a mission, going on his own as well. He warned that there would only be a few lower grade curses, but Jogo and Hanami were there instead, leaving you injured.

Once he finally arrived, expecting to find you perfectly fine, but the actual sight of you made his stomach turn. A wave of guilt washing over him, knowing it was him who sent you on this misson.

You were leaning against the wall, blood pouring out of multiple wounds around your body. You eventually looked up, locking eyes with him.

He couldn't afford to lose you, especially not from a mission he sent you on, he would go crazy with guilt.

You push yourself off the wall, "Don't look at me like that." You attempt to stand up straight to be convincing, "I'm fine."

His guilt was plastered all over his face, clearly he wasn't fooled by you claiming to be fine.

"Tell me the truth. How bad is it? Are you hurting?" His voice is cold, but the worry underneath is evident in his tone.

"It hurts a bit, but I'll live."

He sighs, "Can you walk? I don't want to risk you getting injured more. Should I carry you?"

The sight of you in pain brings a wave of protective instinct into him, he wants to take care of you.

You try to take a step forward, but the blood loss makes your body weak, and your legs feel like jelly, "No, I can't."

He moves forward and scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style, not wanting to risk you trying to walk again.

"Where does it hurt the most?"

"My side. I got a pretty nasty wound there," You rest your head against him.

As you do, you feel his heart beating fast in your ear. His breathing is shallow, you can hear him trying to contain his panic.

He slowly walks to the hospital. Taking extra care to make sure your wound doesn't hurt worse.

"Don't worry." He says through gritted teeth. "We'll get you healed up, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

Eventually, he reaches the hospital and rushes in, carrying you in as if you are fragile, a nurse notices your injuries and takes you straight to the emergency room.

A doctor comes in and examines you, they determine that there are no life threatening injuries, but they still want to monitor you for the night just in case. They ask Satoru to wait outside, making sure he won't cause you more distress.

Once you get treated he's able to enter the room again, but you're asleep so he simply sat near the bed and watched you over.

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You wake up, seeing him sitting beside the bed. He had stayed with you all night, his eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep.

When he sees your eyes, his head tilts back, relief washing over his face. You notice the strain on his face, his shoulders are tight, his arms look tense.

He was really worried about you.

"Hey..." You spoke up, your voice slightly raspy and low.

His expression softens, seeing that you're able to talk. His tension instantly relaxes, his shoulders drop and he leans forward in his chair.

"How're you feeling?" He asks gently.

"Like I got hit by a truck, but that's to be expected, right?"

His lips twitch into a smile, seeing that you still have your sense of humour despite being hurt. He leans forward and touches your hand.

"Do you feel up to holding a conversation, or do you want to rest?" He asks softly.

"I can talk. I don't feel too tired right now."

"Good." He replies, his expression now soft and affectionate compared to his seriousness when you were injured.

He leans back with his hands tucked away in his pockets. He pauses for a moment before he begins to speak.

"This is all my fault." He says firmly.

You let out a sigh, "Don't. Don't do that to yourself." You say as you lean back on the bed and look over at him, "It's not your fault. You had no control over the situation."

He looks away from you, his face becoming tense again. The guilt was eating at him.

"You wouldn't have gotten injured if I hadn't sent you on that mission. It's my fault. If I'd just gone with you, you wouldn't be here right now."

"It's not like you knew, Satoru. So stop beating yourself up about it."

His expression is stern, a small frown forming on his lips as he continues to blame himself.

"I should've just gone with you." He says stubbornly, refusing to admit that it wasn't his fault. "I could've protected you."

"Your stubbornness makes me want to slap you sometimes, you know that?" You lift your hand up, ushering for him to take it.

The corners of his mouth lift up into a slight smile which he tries to hide, unable to resist your gentle gesture. He takes your hand into his and gently squeezes it.

"Go ahead." He replies jokingly.

"I just might."

He chuckles, his expression loosening even more.

"But, just so you know, I'll most likely smack back." He says, teasingly.

"Nah. You love me too much for that."

His face begins to turn red as he tries to laugh it off.

"I'm not confirming anything." He replies, trying to act tough even though one look shows he's being completely transparent.

"I don't need you to,"

He smiles softly, seeing that you know him too well. As if you can read his thoughts. His fingers squeeze on yours, his thumb brushing against the top of your hand.

"You're stubborn yourself." He says softly, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing your knuckles.

"You're worse than me."

He laughs softly.

"I guess we are both stubborn. I suppose you can't really blame me for wanting to protect you." He replies gently, moving to sit beside you on the bed, his leg touching yours.

"Yeah, but I can get mad at you when you blame yourself for something out of your control."

"Are you mad at me right now?" He asks softly, still holding your hand. His eyes narrow in on yours, waiting for your response.

"No."

He sighs, as his expression softens, a relieved smile plastered over his face. He leans in more, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"I'm glad. I'd never want to be on your bad side." He says, his tone is flirty, yet you can tell there is truth in his words.

You lean your head against his shoulder, "I don't think it's possible for you to."

"Then I guess you're stuck with me." He replies, his voice carrying the faintest hint of amusement. He kisses the top of your head softly, his hand caressing your hair.

"Yeah, I guess so."

The two of you sit in silence, your head against his shoulder, his hand touching your hair. Your eyes were slowly getting heavy, you were exhausted after the adrenaline rush from your injury. Eventually you give in, falling asleep in his arms.

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THE END