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

41 ~ Forty-One

[G]radually coming to, you found yourself sprawled on the ground, Gojo kneeling beside you, the semblance of genuine concern etched onto his usually goofy features.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice held a rare tone of worry as he gently shook your shoulder.

Blinking to focus, the pain slowly dulled to an ache. "I... I think so," you managed, your voice strained.

Gojo's expression softened with relief. "Well, seems I miscalculated," he murmured, a hint of remorse coloring his tone. "Your cursed energy tolerance isn't as high as I thought. Note to self: adjust training accordingly."

Despite his attempt to lighten the mood, you found yourself completely disoriented. Thoughts raced through your mind: the mysterious memory, the intense pain he experienced, and the identity of the man in that memory.

But amidst your confusion, one question persisted like an itch in the back of your mind: was Gojo truly blind?

Struggling to rise, you accepted Gojo's hand, allowing him to help you to your feet.

In the tense silence, you wrestled with how to address the intrusion of his memories and the shared pain.

Gojo's blindfolded gaze lingered, silently probing, before he gently proposed, "Aight, let's get you to Shoko. She'll know what to do—"

"I'm... fine," you interjected flatly, meeting his blindfolded gaze with vacant eyes.

"Still," he persisted, "better to be safe. That was quite a seizure you had back there."

You reluctantly conceded, nodding wearily in understanding as you trailed behind him in silence, the pulsating headache and persistent muscle aches serving as a stark reminder of your sensitivity to cursed energy.

"Huh, interesting. Those earrings didn't seem to blunt your senses much, huh? You're like a walking curse energy detector," Gojo mused quietly, confidently leading the way through the surroundings.

His effortless maneuvering only fueled your suspicion about the true extent of his supposed blindness.

"Gojo Satoru," you voiced your thoughts, prompting him to turn back towards you, his blindfolded gaze seemingly zeroing in on you with eerie accuracy.

How did he always know where you were?

Unwilling to skirt around the issue, you confronted him, "Are you... truly blind?"

There was a moment of silence, tension crackling between you, before Gojo let out a low chuckle, his expression concealed behind the blindfold.

"What's got you asking that?" he retorted, his tone casual yet tinged with amusement. "But let's save that conversation for later, alright? For now, let's focus on getting you checked out by Shoko."

Though his response left your question unanswered, you conceded, allowing him to take the lead as doubts and uncertainties swirled in your mind.

The walk to Shoko's lab wasn't far, but an unsettling lack of trust lingered at the back of your mind, especially towards the Jujutsu sorcerer who seemed lost in his nonsensical banter.

His words barely registered until he abruptly stopped, leaving you colliding into an invisible barrier.

A sharp crack echoed, blood trickling down your hands as you instinctively covered the injury.

But amidst the pain, a numbing sensation overtook you, drowning out the discomfort of your bleeding nose with the throbbing in your chest and head.

"Y/N?" His voice, usually laced with mischief, now held genuine concern as he observed your bleeding nose and blood-stained hands. "What's going on? You seem... off."