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

65 ~ Sixty-Five

[T]he car screeched to a halt, its tires skidding on the asphalt.

You wasted no time, leaping out of your seat and through the back passenger door, the chill of the night air snapping at your skin.

To your surprise, both Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento swiftly joined you, their presence oddly comforting.

"Y/N, hold on a sec," Satoru's voice called out behind you, but your focus remained fixed on the task ahead.

One hand instinctively reached for your ear, swiftly removing the earring that acted as a blocker, allowing your energy to flow freely.

Drawing upon the teachings of Gojo Satoru, you honed in on the subtle nuances of curse energy surrounding you, sifting through the chaotic aura until one particular signature caught your attention.

"What are you doing?" The white-haired sorcerer's voice sounded beside you, his approach barely noticed until he was right next to you.

"I found him," you informed, relief and concern mingling on your face. "Shinji, I found him."

Yet, a sense of foreboding settled in the pit of your stomach as you took tentative steps before breaking into a sprint.

Satoru sighed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Had you mastered differentiating curse energy now? It reminded him of his six eyes.

"Shouldn't you be going after her?" Nanami remarked stoically, adjusting his glasses, his expression grave.

"Right, right," Gojo nodded, his tone playful. "Have Ijichi set up a barrier. I sense trouble ahead."

With a nod of agreement, Nanami turned to the task at hand, while Gojo prepared to follow you.

Racing through the dimly lit alleyway, your eyes glued to the red dot on your screen, guiding you through Tokyo's maze-like streets.

The location wasn't far from where you had rescued Kota and freed his sister, but what business could Shinji possibly have in such a place?

Finally arriving at a grim-looking house, a sense of foreboding settled into your stomach.

If not for the city's nearby hustle and bustle, it could easily pass for a haunted cabin.

Stepping forward, the sound of your shoes stirred up dust as you moved in, bursting through the door.

The interior was surprisingly livable, albeit neglected.

Crossing the hallway into the living room, you noticed the cluttered surroundings, but the family photographs on the walls confirmed you were in the right place. Images of a younger Kota and his sister, accompanied by adults you assumed were their parents, adorned the walls.

"Hm, what's grabbed your attention?" A voice echoed from behind, nearly causing you to jump. Turning, you saw Gojo Satoru, his imposing figure towering behind you from behind.

It was one of those rare occasions where you were reminded of just how tall he was. Standing next to him, a sense of security washed over you.

"Looks like this is where the kids used to crash," you remarked weakly, unfazed by his silent approach.

As you surveyed the place, the chaotic state of the room made you wonder how anyone could call it home, especially kids.

"Hm," Gojo mused, trailing behind you as you began to ascend the creaky stairs. "Seems like the parents were knee-deep in some shady business."

"What makes you say that?" You raised an eyebrow at his observation.

He flashed his trademark cocky grin. "Didn't you notice? Tables scattered with booze and—"