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

59 ~ Fifty-Nine

[T]he study room was suffocatingly quiet, tension crackling in the air as you sat on one of the couches, your gaze fixed upwards, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Across from you, Gojo Satoru sprawled lazily in a nearby chair, his feet arrogantly propped up on the table as he scrolled through his phone.

Unlike his usual carefree demeanor, his expression was clouded with rare seriousness, his brows furrowed in contemplation.

"So," you began, breaking the oppressive silence, "when exactly were you planning to tell me?"

Gojo glanced up from his phone, a false innocence dancing in his eyes. "Tell you about what?"

"Kota's death," you pressed, your voice edged with frustration.

His response was infuriatingly casual, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation. "Ah, that," he acknowledged with a nonchalant shrug. "Must've slipped my mind."

The dismissal of such a tragic event ignited a spark of anger within you. "Slipped your mind?" you repeated incredulously, disbelief dripping from every word. "A child's death slipped your mind?"

"Y/N," he interjected gently, a hint of condescension tainting his tone. "You can't save everyone. You did your best."

You shot up from the couch, the surge of anger propelling you to your feet. "And what about you, Gojo Satoru?" you spat, your voice laced with venom. "Did you do your best when you killed Geto Suguru?"

His mask of indifference faltered, revealing a complex mix of emotions beneath the surface. "Why are you bringing up Geto, Y/N?" he countered, his voice tinged with defensiveness.

"Because I'm starting to wonder, Gojo Satoru, if death is nothing but a joke to you," you retorted, your words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife.

He bristled at your accusation, his facade crumbling before your eyes. "What do you want me to do, huh?" he snapped, almost bitterly. "Sit around and mourn every soul I couldn't save? I'm the strongest, but even I have limits. I can't save everyone, and I certainly don't have the luxury of wallowing in grief like you seem to think."

His words struck a nerve, tearing through your defenses and leaving you raw and exposed. "You have it easy, Y/N," he continued, his tone biting with a hint of resentment.

The hint of hurt in his words was there, a stark reminder of the weight he carried on his shoulders. And as much as his words stung, you couldn't deny the truth in them.

The room fell silent once more, the echoes of your argument lingering in the air like a bitter taste in your mouth.

"You're right," you sighed wearily after a long pause, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling into your bones.

You had neither the energy nor the desire to continue arguing with him.

The thought of staying here and listening to him talk sounded strangely repulsive, even if he had his own valid points.

But that didn't mean you were willing to simply acquiesce to his perspective.

"Now that you mention it," you muttered hollowly, your voice devoid of its usual conviction. "I suppose I do have it pretty easy—"

"Y/N, that's not what I meant—"

"I didn't bring up Geto to point fingers," you interjected sharply, cutting him off. "I can't pretend to understand the circumstances that led to... your actions, so I won't pass judgment. But Gojo Satoru, I expected you, of all people, to grasp the agony of failing to save someone you desperately wanted to protect. Isn't that why you chose to become a teacher?"

"Y/N, I only said what I did because I don't want you blaming yourself. You did everything you could, but his death was beyond your control."

You drew in a deep breath, as if trying to contain the swirling emotions threatening to overwhelm you, holding them tightly in check. The pain, the suffocation, the helplessness—all of it simmered just beneath the surface, waiting for release.

"Thanks for considering my feelings," you conceded wearily, your shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "But in the future, I'd appreciate it if you don't withhold such information from me."

Gojo's expression softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Y/N, I was planning to tell you," he replied quietly, the cockiness absent from his tone. "But not right now."

"Why not? What difference would it make?"

"Well, I just didn't want to see you hurt and depressed, maybe."

"Or maybe you just couldn't be arsed to screw around with someone who wasn't in the mood," you shot back, your words sharper than intended. "Something about ruining your little game, eh?"

The blue in his eyes darkened at your accusation. "Y/N, even for you, that's crossing the line," he retorted calmly, though his frustration was palpable. "You think you're the only one I could spend time with?"

"Is that so?" You nodded emptily. "I guess I'm just another distraction for you until something more interesting comes along."

"Your words, not mine," he shrugged nonchalantly, though a hint of regret flickered in his eyes.

You couldn't bear to stay any longer in the suffocating atmosphere, and you swiveled around, striding purposefully toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere where my presence won't bother you," you replied curtly, your tone laden with hollowness.

You heard Gojo Satoru sigh, a rare display of vulnerability. "Y/N, come back. Let's talk it out, hm?"

But you had already made your decision, your hand on the door handle. "We don't have the time for it, remember," you replied flatly, the detachment in your voice palpable. "Yuta and the others are waiting."

With that, you pushed open the door and left the room, leaving Gojo Satoru to grapple with his own thoughts.

This wasn't the way things were meant to conclude.