A sigh of God

Chapter 4 - Dreams do come true

"W-Wait!" You desperately try to catch some air but Gojo's lips find yours quickly, your eyes bulging out as he goes in restless speed in and out of you, bright blue eyes sparkling with animalistic joy.

"I can feel you so damn good," He groans against your puffy lips, sweat covering his temple.

You're panting, eyes half-lidded when your fingers lazily pet his cheek, heart beating too fast.

"Feels so...good..." He grins when you moan out the words. He hummed, slender finger pushing back the hair on your forehead before planting a sweet, gentle kiss.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!"

And - you wake up.

***

The sun beats down relentlessly on the sprawling grounds of Jujutsu High, casting a light shine over the facilities and lawns.

Inside one of the classrooms, sunlight streams in through the large windows, brightening your features with a warm glow as you lean against one of the tables casually, your mind drifting into its own realm.

"You heard about the new transfer student that's coming today?" Panda asks, "They say he stuffed four of his classmates in a locker."

"Tuna mayo?" Inumaki asks.

"No, just greatly injured" Panda answers.

The classroom door opens and Gojo storms in with sparkling eyes behind his bandages.

"We have a new student!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm only he had in that room, "You can come on in now!"

You exchange gazes as he walks over to you with his usual bright smile.

So adorable today with that cute little skirt of yours.

"Hey," He whispers as he leans next to the wall near you. You offer him a shy smile that makes his heart flutter.

"Was this your urgent mission yesterday?" You ask quietly and he nods, a mischievous smile crossing his face.

The moment the door is opened and the student makes his first step into the classroom, a sudden chill descends upon the room, causing a shiver to run down the spine of every student present (including yourself).

Without warning, a dark and malevolent aura fills the space, suffusing the room with an oppressive sense of dread. The sunlight streaming through the windows dims, as if shrinking from the encroaching darkness.

You shift uncomfortably but Gojo's hand finds your lower back, his fingers drawing sweet circles on your skin.

"Don't worry," He whispers lowly in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your necks stand.

The students exchange uneasy glances before storming at the poor kid.

"This is a place to learn about curses, not a place for the cursed to be hanging around" Maki rasped, words taking on a fierce harshness.

"Curses are negative feelings that pour out of humans, and the only thing that can oopuse to them is another curse" His hand doesn't leave your back, making your breathing shallow and nervous.

"Here we study curses to exorcise them"

"Is this the first time he's heard about this?" You look at Gojo with a confused stare, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

My bad.

"Ah, you should get away from him" Gojo mutters but before the other students can step back, the curse attacks them harshly.