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

28 ~ Twenty-Eight

[Y]ou found yourself on the school grounds, your journey there a blur and your consciousness barely anchored to the present.

In the arms of the strongest sorcerer, you stirred sluggishly, only half-aware of your surroundings as he carried you back to your room.

"H-How's Toge's throat?" you mumbled, your voice slow and muddled, rubbing your face against the base of his neck, and seeking comfort in his scent.

"He's fine. Yuta took care of it," the jujutsu sorcerer reassured, his voice resonating deeply as he spoke. "Just a sore throat, nothing to worry about."

Nuzzling closer to him, you found solace in his presence.

"You smell good," you commented casually as he navigated the corridors, his movements confident and assured.

He paused momentarily, amusement flickering across his face as he glanced down at you.

"Is that so?" he chuckled softly, playing along with your half-conscious musings as he reached your room.

"Like tea and... sweets. I could totally eat you," you murmured playfully, unaware of your own words.

His smirk grew slightly, entertained by your antics as he opened the door and guided you inside. "Feel free to try, Y/N."

As he attempted to ease you onto the bed, you unexpectedly tightened your grip, catching him off guard. He suppressed a hiss, trying to contain his surprise at your unexpected actions.

He couldn't believe you actually bit him on the side of his neck.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and caution.

"The 'Daifuku' tastes a little salty," you explained sleepily.

Gently, he managed to guide you back with a soft chuckle.

Mistaking his neck for a sweet treat? He had to admit, sleep could make people delirious.

"I want Daifuku," you whined, your voice muffled against his skin. "'S good."

Chuckling softly, he shook his head in amusement, gently detangling your arms and tucking you into bed with a fond smile.

"I'll get you some tomorrow, promise," he assured you.

"Mmm, 'Kay," you mumbled sleepily, snuggling deeper into your pillow as you drifted off completely.

The strongest sorcerer straightened himself, his gaze lingering on the small bedside table where a photograph caught his attention. In the picture, a younger version of you stood beside a man with brown hair and dark eyes, both beaming warmly at the camera.

He studied the photograph for a moment longer, recognizing the man as your older brother.

"So you could smile like that?" A hint of a smile graced his lips as he removed his white blindfold, revealing his mesmerizing pair of blue irises.

Turning back to you, he leaned forward slightly, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your lips before quietly making his way toward the door.

You'd said he smelled delicious? Oh, but he doubted you knew just how intoxicating your own scent was to him.

***

Exiting your bedroom, Gojo Satoru was greeted by the familiar sight of a small puppet waiting outside your door. It began to jump excitedly, beckoning for him to follow.

Principal Yaga must've wanted to speak with him, he realized.

With a sigh, Gojo's shoulders drooped slightly as he muttered, "Can't a guy catch a break?"

Nevertheless, he straightened himself and followed the puppet.

The presence of another being in the halls at two in the morning alleviated some of the loneliness he often felt.

Loneliness was no stranger to the strongest sorcerer. It was why he'd dedicated himself to training the next generation, so they would be strong enough so as not to feel isolated.

Though familiar with the premises, his steps were deliberately slow, savoring the moon's glow and avoiding a hasty encounter with his teacher.

Upon reaching Principal Yaga's office, he greeted with a casual, "Heya, sensei. You wanted to see me?"

Gone was the lonely expression, replaced by his usual goofy demeanor.

"Satoru," Principal Yaga nodded in acknowledgment. "I heard about the Grade 2 curse spirit you and the others exorcised."

"Hah," Gojo sighed wearily, sinking into a couch with casual ease. "Guess Nanamin already filled you in."

"Yes," the older man confirmed, rising from his spot by the window to join Gojo. As he settled into a seat opposite his student, he gestured, and one of his puppets began to pour tea. "Though I'm not familiar with the specifics."

"Y/N L/N," Gojo Satoru pronounced your name with a certain relish, as if savoring each syllable like fine kikufuku. "I've decided to personally oversee her training."

"Hmm," Principal Yaga mused, sliding the tea cup toward Gojo. "Isn't that what we agreed upon from the start?"

"Iie," Gojo disagreed, shaking his head. "Initially, I planned for Maki to train her in hand-to-hand combat basics and Yuta to instruct her in curse energy manipulation."

"Then what's changed?"

"It's just a hunch," Gojo confessed, adding sugar cubes to his tea with a thoughtful expression. "But her cursed technique could involve 'Curse Magnetism' or something akin to Memory seer abilities."

"Did you just come up with that name?" Yaga raised an eyebrow, surprised by Gojo's impromptu naming.

Gojo shrugged. "How else would you describe her curse technique? Honestly, I never thought she had one before."

"And now you do?"

"Yes," Gojo confessed, reclining against the backrest and gazing upward. "And she's incredibly strong."

"Comparable to Yuta?"

"In some ways, yes."

"Hmm, I see," Yaga interjected thoughtfully, taking a sip of his tea. "There's one more thing. It's been bothering me ever since you walked through that door. Perhaps you should consider covering that bite mark on your neck when you're around your students, don't you think?"

Gojo's demeanor abruptly shifted, his expression transforming into one of surprise as he swiftly straightened himself, offering his teacher a quizzical look. "Hah?"