|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

46.

Gojo's POV

I didn't think that the fact she was sleeping in the room next to mine would make my insomnia come back. I should have expected it. Lately, the only time I feel like I have nothing to worry about is when I'm with her, when all I can see is her. The moment she is gone, Sukuna clouds my mind. Sometimes I doubt myself. Maybe allowing Yuji to exist is what will eventually lead to our downfall, but he might also be my only hope in containing Sukuna. I need to keep training him. The stronger he is, the stronger I make him, the easier it will be to send her away once the fight goes down.

I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up, my eyes darting to the energy that takes over the space of the house. It's like that day when I came home.

Y/n...

I bolt from my studio and run to her room, my heart beating in my ears. As I walk inside, she is hovering over her bed, her eyes white...

No, not again...

No.

I run closer, my arms holding her down as I place my fingers over her neck, the pulse against my fingers a blessing. What the fuck do I do? I thought this was over. Her eyes move as if seeing something.

"Y/n!" I can't help it as I begin to shake her. "Y/n, wake up!" I notice it; her eyes slowly turning to their original color as I call out to her, so I do just that. Her body slowly comes down into my arms the more I do so.

Shit.

Why the fuck is she like this again?

"Y/n, please, please..." I implore.

What if she stays like this? What if... fuck no, she is coming back to me already. Stop fucking thinking like an idiot, Satoru.

"Y/n?" I ask as her eyes snap back to normal as she gasps as if she was drowning until now.

"Satoru..." Her eyes look at mine, and I recognize nothing but fear in them as she stands up before I can even process it.

"Y/n, don't stand up so fast, your eyes were white again, you could fall..." I follow behind her, why is she leaving the room? "Y/n, where are you even going?"

I almost run as my hand comes up to her only for this one to get repelled from it, she looks back at me with a warning; her eyes purple. "I need... give me a minute." I feel almost ashamed of the way I freeze at the sight. I almost never see her use her technique; the violet color I have only seen a few times in my life feels just as scared as the last times I saw them. I almost feel like asking more questions would only make her more agitated.

Why is it that she went into that strange limbo again?

I follow behind her, trying not to get too close as she paces back and forth in the kitchen, occasionally looking over at me, her eyes only seeming to get more troubled with each glance.

Why is she looking at me with... I can't even read her expression.

I have never seen her like this; her hands fidget as her eyes seem to blink more times than needed. "I..." Her voice snaps me out. Her gaze falters as she looks at me. "I dreamt that I was facing him, Sukuna, only he wasn't Itadori. He had a wooden mask, tattoos too. You were there." Her lips tremble. "I'm sure it was you, but it looked nothing like you. But the eyes, he had your eyes." Her hands hold herself, and I walk closer.

A nightmare...?

No... Us, but not us... facing Sukuna in another body....

Fuck...