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

57 ~ Fifty-Seven

[H]is husky breath sent your heart racing, making it increasingly difficult to maintain your composure with Gojo Satoru so close.

"What's on your mind, um?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with genuine curiosity. "You seem a bit... distracted."

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your focus as you averted your gaze, unwilling to meet his blindfolded gaze.

You could almost feel his intense stare burning into you.

"Just trying to concentrate here," you mumbled, hoping to steer the conversation away from its current trajectory.

But Gojo was persistent.

With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, the proximity making you instinctively tense up. "Come on, Y/N. Let me help you, hm?"

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you made an effort to maintain a stoic facade.

"Fine," you relented, giving in to his playful banter. "But let's focus on learning the Reverse Curse Technique, nothing else."

Gojo chuckled softly, his laughter washing over you like a soothing melody. "I'll do my best," he replied, his tone suggesting otherwise.

As the strongest delved into his explanation of mastering the Reverse Cursed Techniques, you realized two things:

One, he was terrible at explaining highly complex matters, and two, he couldn't resist showing off a bit.

Whether he did it consciously or unconsciously, you had no idea.

But even you had to admit he was impressive, every time his blindfolded gaze landed on you and he flashed his signature open-mouthed, cocky smirk.

At some point, he noticed you were completely spaced out, and his hand shot forth to grip your chin again.

Your first instinct was to avert your gaze, feeling caught off guard by his sudden gesture.

"Come on," he said playfully, his tone teasingly flirtatious, "hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me, hm."

You complied, narrowing your gaze suspiciously at him.

"There you go," he praised in a flirtatious yet husky tone. "And what's exactly going through your mind, hm?"

"Nothing," you responded hastily. "Nothing bad, at least."

"I never said you were thinking anything bad," he chuckled sexily. "Why don't you get your mind out of the gutter and focus on what's happening in front of you, hm?"

"Tsk. You sound like you've got some ulterior motive," you retorted bitterly.

"Oh, no no no. There's no hidden meaning or ulterior motives in my words," he assured, his tone suggesting otherwise. "I mean it as it is, or do I?"

You closed the book you were reading, gently removing yourself from his grip and standing up abruptly.

"I think I've had my fill for today," you declared, attempting to maintain your composure despite the flush creeping up your cheeks.

"Where are you off to, Y/N?" he called out, his tone laced with playful flirtation as you hurriedly returned the books to their shelves.

Feeling his presence linger behind you, you tried to ignore the electric tension in the air.

Then, he leaned in, resting his chin atop your head.

"Don't ignore me, Y/N," he murmured huskily, his voice sending a jolt of excitement through you.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of desire as his words hung in the air, cursing the timing of being alone with him in the library.

"You're... not helping," you managed to respond, your voice barely above a whisper.