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

30 ~ Thirty

"So, do women actually bleed this much from their... eh, coochie?" Gojo Satoru's question nearly made you choke on the water he'd handed you alongside some medications.

Shoko shot him a glare, her patience waning. "Gojo, seriously? Shut it. If you're not helping, just keep quiet."

"Fine," Gojo replied nonchalantly. "So, how can I help?"

"Start by letting her use your bathtub. A good soak might help," Shoko instructed firmly.

"Got it," Gojo responded with a mock salute before leaving the room.

With the strongest sorcerer gone, Shoko turned her attention back to you, her expression softer now. "Feeling any better?"

You attempted to nod, but a severe headache made the movement painful. "I think..."

Your throat felt raw, like you were coming down with a terrible flu.

"Damn, that's rough," Shoko observed, her concern evident in her tone. "We'll need to get you more medicine. Want to hop in the shower? Change into fresh clothes?"

"Yeah." You nodded wearily, the idea of cleaning up feeling like an insurmountable task.

"Don't sweat it," Shoko reassured, her voice steady. Almost as if she'd read your mind. "Nitta's already on it. We've got laundry covered, and cleaners for everything else. You just focus on getting cleaned up."

Grateful for her assurance, you pushed yourself out of bed, feeling like every muscle in your body was protesting.

Once in the bathroom, you shed your clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water providing some relief to your aching body.

After your shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel, picked up your clothes and began hand-washing them in the sink to remove the blood stains before tossing them into the laundry basket.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and Shoko's voice called out, "Y/N, everything's okay in there?"

"Should we just break down the door to check on her?" Gojo chimed in, only half-serious when you took longer to respond.

Shoko shot him a sharp look. "Satoru, not helping."

From the familiar way Shoko addressed Gojo, you could tell they were pretty close.

"Okay," Gojo Satoru replied as you opened the door, prompting both of them to turn their attention to you.

You were conscious of how terrible you looked without them having to tell, simply wanting to crawl into bed and sleep.

"I-I think it's a side effect of last night," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you attempted to take a step into your room.

Shoko didn't seem phased by your disheveled appearance, and she didn't say anything either.

When you glanced at your bed, you noticed the sheets and covers had been stripped off, leaving a few stains on the mattress. They were probably going to clean that up soon.

"Come on, Y/N. Let's get you all soaked and comfy," Gojo Satoru said with a smirk, his usual playful demeanor surfacing despite the situation.

His words sounded oddly crude, even for him, but you nodded in agreement nonetheless. Then, you realized he was 'blind' and added, "Yes. Alright."

"Can you walk?" he inquired, draping a black bathrobe around you, his tone surprisingly gentle given his usual teasing demeanor.

"Yes, um, thanks," you murmured, feeling a little flustered by his proximity and the familiar scent of the robe, one that was unmistakably his.

"Alright, you handle things from here, Satoru," Shoko suddenly stated, and your eyes widened slightly as you turned to her.

Wait? She was leaving you alone with him?

"Don't worry about a thing. I'll be back soon. Just going to get you some more stuffs," Shoko reassured you before making her exit.

You barely even had time to protest.

A mix of uncertainty and curiosity filled you as you glanced at Gojo Satoru, the white haired Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Alone with him? The thought was nerve-wracking.

"Alright, I know you said you're fine," Gojo Satoru declared with his trademark smirk, scooping you up effortlessly before you could object. "But trust me, this is faster."

You clung to him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his sudden assistance. As you leaned against him, your gaze drifted to his neck, where a faint bite mark peeked out from beneath his collar.

Typical Satoru Gojo, you thought, finding mild amusement even in your current predicament.

Once in his bathroom, he set you down gently and helped you out of the bathrobe. You'd hoped he would leave you to your privacy, but he surprised you by guiding you into the warm water, towel still draped around you.

As the comforting warmth of the water enveloped you, soothing away your pains, a soft moan escaped your lips.

The white-haired sorcerer tensed at the sound, his reaction immediate, but he remained for a lingering moment before quietly declaring his intention to leave.

"I'll be outside, if you need anything else," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle but tensed, before exiting the room.

Now alone in the bathtub, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the luxury of his accommodations compared to your own.