𝒲ဝｍ𝘣-ꓚ੦𝙘ჿᴑ𝘯ｉռ𝔤 ℰ𝒎𝗼𝑡ⅈ𝕠𝖓𝖘 (JJK X Male Reader)

Eye Sore

A/N: I was trying to write this I came to a sudden problem/idea. It's whether or not if introduced Gojo as a female. So I wrote this chapter, I want you words to give me an idea of whether or not I should have Gojo be female or male.

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[3rd Person POV]

A world that have left the gift of curse techniques to individual talented enough or unlucky enough?

In the end, curse techniques were at least served to help the selfishness of others, even if they chose to ignore it. A person who questioned if the world of jujutsu, was one that was gifted with the six eyes. Such a treasure to have in the Gojo clan.

Though was this gift helpful, it seemed clueless to tell the nature of the vanishing of a house. All it left was a single stone, something as this seems so remembering for. What was this reasoning to visit the place again and again, where was the second clue? What was here? Where are the voices of the dead buried deep in the ground?

Each time have they come back, the sight become so tiring to look at. It was beginning to feel like an eye sore, that sometimes they choose to drown in cold drink it'll make their head freeze in pain. It was better to finding a way to wrap around this mystery.

Tasked students if their own to have a pair of fresh eyes, only for them to tell: "Let's go find it somewhere else." Where would that be? Under the bed they sleep on, the rooftops of the home, or where a loved one lived?

What was this frustration in finding something that has been felt before, saw many times in abandon hospital or apartments but they were still intact.

???: "What an eye sore that view hasn't even changed"

Holding a refreshment to drink till the burning inside their head went away, hoping that the five cold soda she had drank earlier will help their headache. It wasn't working today for the past five week having chosen to continue to investigate the sight. Wanting to only find what was this, she listened to the words of what others have told. "Lets search."

Night consumed the daylight of the sun, the person walked in the streets where light shined to show the way to any clue. Their posture as they walked was slightly slouched as they felt tired or annoyed, despite this assignment being closed for all the unknown factors behind it. Wondering into areas that felt as where not apart of this world instead belonged in hell, a hospital once to cure people was found to be filled with hanging skeletons and a single curse. A apartment complex that lured humans to their doom, finding their corpse covered in glass, almost like chicken soaked in egg for the bread crumbs to stick to it. Wherever they weren't there was always something new that killed humans, it was disgusting instead just. . .familiar.

Was this madness? Madness is whatever he was, what their best friend did, to kill all humans and raise the curtain for a new world. That was madness, to do something impossible yet try to fill full it even if the price was sacrificing your friends and fuel your own selfish desire. A slight laugh escaped at the howling ringing bell of midnight, letting their white snow hair fall to cover their eyes, crackling a laugh it'll match his: Suguru Geto. Was this it? The breaking of character?

Those curses were truly a meal to him, eating so much it drove him mad. It was maybe that is what made their best friend wish to get rid of original humans, abandon their believes.

???: "Help me Geto. . ."

Laughing now as they seem to let madness take over them, having not even the curse human or monster they were on the hunt for.