|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

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Gojo's POV

I remember when I was younger, guarded by more people than I could count. I wouldn't recognize their faces even if they were to stand in front of me, but I spent most of my time with them: watching TV, reading books. When you are a kid, you begin to learn about everything your eyes feast upon. At some point, I believed love was something that was granted to everyone, something you would eventually find. The key to happiness appeared to be following the path generation after generation had completed in order for you to exist, so the thought of being the exception didn't cross my mind.

That is until you learn to walk, to run, to jump. You begin to wonder how much the horizon expands when you take a step forward. You notice on TV that no one is expected to taste your food before you are allowed to have it. That bedrooms usually have windows. You realize there are no parents by your side like in all those shows you watched. That cars don't take you on road trips and treats are only handed to you after you cry for them.

Maybe that's when I began to think that loving someone was difficult, when I looked around to find I was alone in company.

I believed it to be true until I came home to her, barefoot on wooden floors, my shirt hanging over her shoulders.

I can no longer exist without her.

My eyes are fixated on her; she usually looks for me when she wakes up from a bad dream. I wonder what changed today?

Her nightmares always wake me up, no matter how short. The cursed energy that exudes off of her isn't exactly subtle, but she doesn't need to know that. As my eyes scan over her face, I can't help but feel guilty; her eyes are sunken and reddened, she is sitting on the bed, using her knees as a table. Her eyebrows furrowed as she writes on a piece of paper, sighing before scribbling something out.

"Bad dream?" I ask, making her eyes dart back to me.

"Not as bad as the last ones... Did I wake you up?" Her eyes go back to the paper. "Sorry...I just, I am trying to remember something, you can go back to bed."

"Is that what you are writing, your vision?" I sit up next to her, peeking over at the paper.

Castaways???

Apology?

Honored one, ability to shape time and space itself

Immortal being in jujutsu society holds a key.

Redemption. Creator.

"I saw a script in my vision. Since it was a scroll, I thought it could be... the prophecy the elders destroyed." She gives the paper to me before letting herself fall back onto bed. "Everything always looks blurry in my visions. That's all I could make out of it."

"It does sound old. Castaways?" I read it again.

Immortal in jujutsu society... Tengen?

"I have never heard that term before." Her voice sounds muffled; I look over to find a pillow over her face. I know she is tired, more than she would ever admit.

"You should go back to sleep; it's not even two in the morning yet." I place the paper on my nightstand.

Y/n sits back up. "I don't think I can sleep anymore."

"You  haven't slept much since you started having the visions..."  I see her dazed expression fixated on the wall. I inch closer before bumping my shoulder into hers, causing her to look up at me with a small smile.