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

17 ~ Seventeen

[A]fternoon training sessions were in progress, with Gojo Satoru overseeing his favorite students as they honed their skills.

Only a few weeks remained before Yuta would depart for Africa to train with Miguel.

The blindfolded teacher, had a serene smile plastered to his face, his pride evident in the progress Yuta had made mastering his curse technique.

Across from him stood Kento Nanami, the embodiment of discipline and composure, his attention flitting between the training grounds and the entrance.

"Ne, Na-namin," Gojo drawled, stretching out Nanami's name with deliberate playfulness, "Where's Y/N-chan? She mentioned joining us for the afternoon."

Nanami's response was typically succinct. "Kitoyaka Ijichi is seeing to her. Sorting out her uniform issue."

Gojo chuckled darkly at the thought of you alone with Ijichi, but he brushed it off, his curiosity about your uniform upgrades outweighed any other thoughts.

"Focus, Yuta," Maki's voice cut through the air, her tone firm as she addressed the struggling student. "You won't improve if you can't concentrate. How do you expect to fare in Africa if you can't even handle this?"

Yuta's response was subdued, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. He nodded meekly, absorbing Maki's admonition with humility.

Gojo, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist injecting some levity into the situation. "Come now, Maki-chan, go easy on him. We all know you'll miss him terribly when he's gone."

Maki's retort was swift and sharp. "Tsk. Shut it, Gojo Baka."

"Same old, same old," Panda's voice chimed in from beside the two veteran Jujutsu sorcerers, prompting both Nanami and Gojo to turn towards him.

Panda was lounged casually on the nearby grandstands, his relaxed demeanor contrasting with the intensity of the training session unfolding before them. Beside him, Toge Inumaki sat quietly, his face concealed within the folds of his high collar.

"Shouldn't you two be training too?" Gojo teased, his tone carrying a playful edge tinged with a subtle warning that sent a shiver down their spines.

"Don't worry, sensei, we'll get to it," Panda replied with a nervous chuckle, his response betraying a hint of apprehension under Gojo's watchful gaze.

"Don't let me catch you slacking off, hmm?"

"Oh, Y/N-San?" Panda interjected, momentarily drawing his attention away from Gojo.

"Yes? What about Y/N?"

"No, I mean, sensei, Y/N-San looks so different today. I barely recognized her," Panda clarified.

At first, Gojo dismissed their comments as mere excuses, but when Yuta questioned, "Is that truly L/N-san?" his interest was piqued.

All eyes turned to you as you arrived on the training grounds, accompanied by Ijichi.

For a moment, Gojo's breath nearly caught in his throat at the sight of you. Beneath that unkempt mane of yours, was that the face you've been hiding?

Gone was the disheveled appearance from earlier, replaced by a polished and refined look.

Your black hair, now trimmed and styled to perfection, framed by silky curtain bangs, accentuated your striking features.

Your eyes, dark and mesmerizing, reflected the world around you like tiny mirrors, their expression cold and unreadable. But it was the tiny dot beneath the left corner of your lips that caught Gojo's attention, a subtle yet intriguing detail.

You had swapped the dark blue blazer for a long coat that draped over your shoulders with effortless elegance. Underneath, a black turtleneck peeped out from a white shirt, buttons undone for a bit of flair.

Your matching dark blue skirt was short, drawing attention to your slim, toned legs, and you completed the ensemble with a pair of sleek black combat boots.

As accessories, black gloves adorned your hands, and a shoulder harness hinted at concealed weaponry.

For a moment, Gojo regretted thinking you weren't to his taste. Even worse, Ijichi was like an eyesore by your side.

With a strained smile, Gojo motioned for you to come closer, his playful demeanor masking his inner turmoil. "Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence."

Nanami's observant gaze didn't escape Gojo's notice either. "Impressive," Nanami remarked quietly as you approached. "You've certainly made an impression."

You blinked in confusion, unsure of the underlying implication, but chose to brush it off with a casual shrug.

"Thanks, I guess? I'll take that as a compliment."

Gojo couldn't help but interject, his tone a tad too loud as he attempted to assert his presence. "He probably meant you look great."

Realizing the awkwardness of the situation, you quickly exchanged thanks with Nanami, but Gojo's discomfort was palpable.

As the tension between you and Nanami lingered a bit too long for his liking, Gojo seized the opportunity to divert your attention. "Hey, Y/N-chan, since you're already here, how about we put your skills to the test?"

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~ Author's Notes ~

So this is more or less the look we were going for in terms of Y/N's Jujustu Sorcerer uniform.

I used an AI to try and create that image but the face just ain't it, and the style is missing her gloves and shoulder-harness.

Also, she's supposed to wear the coat on her shoulders more like a cape, to give that slight badass touch to it. But anyway, AI just won't help.

Other than that, this is pretty close to the look I wanted for Y/N. Something bordering regular uniform with a slight hint of badass and classy.

Anyway, see ya in the next chapter.

Aramis.