|POLARITY| Gojo Satoru x Reader

64.

Chapter 64

Song: Last words of a shooting star by mitski.

Gojo POV

10:50 Gojo Satoru and Y/n: sealed inside the prison realm.

I was told who I was from the moment I was born; I was the reason that higher grade curses started appearing, it was out of my existence that the balances became tilted; therefore exorcizing them was my responsibility. My six eyes blinded me from the truth. Now that one of them is gone I feel like it was always a sick joke. I find myself unable to look at her. I don't want to see her blindfolded, desperately trying to clean her skin of the dried blood that stains her skin.I can finally see her without cursed energy blinding my sight. It's painful to realize that somewhere along the way, I began to think that people's energy mirrored their person. But she isn't a goddess, she isn't her power. She is a girl whose clothes are drenched in blood, someone who can't see normally anymore, someone fragile and human.

Suguru was right, I am Gojo Satoru because I'm the strongest, not the other way around. Who I am has nothing to do with merit, all I have has been granted to me; and I thought... I tried to believe it was luck, that power didn't come with a cost, but I now understand she is my curse; my biggest weakness, another thing he was right about. I couldn't protect her from anything, not one thing. I allowed her once more to be used as a puppeteer, and worst of all, I allowed it to happen twice, I failed my bestfriend too.

So who am I if not the strongest?

Who am I if not the man she deserves?

I have to become what she needs of me, before I lose her forever.

My hand gently reaches for hers, stopping her from scrubbing her skin raw. Now that I can't see her eyes through the blindfold, I finally understand why she always took it off from me. "You'll hurt yourself if you do it like that," I speak, but she doesn't look up at me, as her hand keeps moving all the same, I can feel my heart toggle as she sniffles.

I feel a pang of guilt at her languid movements.I take a deep breath before I take her hand in mine. "We have plenty of time to get you cleaned up," I say, feeling the weight of the moment making my shoulders heavier, my hand gently tries to clean the dried blood from her hands. Some time passes before either of us speaks again.

"How did you bear..." she doesn't finish her question as her hand holds on to mine. "I wouldn't have taken your blindfold off if I knew." I do my best to not react to her question. The six eyes technique is as powerful as it is exhausting, the feeling of your energy draining out as if blood was gushing out from you, the dry itchy feeling of your eyes, the feeling of constantly having to keep your eyes from getting dazed..

You can't stop thinking about the fact you are deprived of comfort.

And now I am the reason she will have to endure it.

"I also find myself wanting to take it off from you." I reply, looking up at her. I hate that the blindfold hides her eyes from me. I find myself imagining them, knowing one is now permanently purple. "One of your eyes is purple now," I add.

Her hand instinctively touches her eye over the fabric. "Does it look weird?" she asks..

"I'm afraid it makes you look cooler," I smile, recalling the image. "The kids will make a fuss when they see it." I don't need to see her eyes to notice the change in her expression, I regret my words as I notice the way her breath catches in her chest.

"The kids," she murmurs, her hand tightening around mine.

The kids...

...

"Time isn't passing physically here. We'll see them sooner than you think." I reassure her, squeezing her hand gently. "It's up to them now, they are smart kids."

My eyes come up as the box creaks, the sound making us both tense up. Suddenly the walls inside stretch, and come closer to us. The box's dimensions starts to grow larger and smaller, like it was a beating heart.

Y/n moves the blindfold up off of her eyes, the purple color always catches my attention, both of them squint struggling to adapt. "The box... Did you try to use your cursed energy?" She asks, looking back towards me.

"No..." I answer as I follow her movements with my eyes, she closes both her eyes as her hand goes to the floor pressing her hand down on it, I frown as I notice it sink into the floor as if it was sinking into bedding. "That... doesn't look right"

"Boxes aren't supposed to change for no reason." She slowly stands up, walking blindly toward the walls. "I don't think this suppression chamber has an exit. It is supposed to be what it is; a box. There are no levels nor anything challenging us, it is made for sealing." Her hand looks for me and I grab the blindfold before walking to her, tying behind her head again. It will take a while for her to adjust...

"Why... How do you even know such things? I ask, confused by how certain she sounds about it, I have only read about cursed objects like this, most believed they were myths.

"I have been in one before..." As the words leave her mouth her body suddenly tenses before looking up at me through the blindfold,I try to read her expression but get surprised as my mind processes what she just said.

...

Did I hear that right?

"What do you mean you have been in one before?". I can feel my patience waver as she looks away and gulps. "Y/n..." I am about to push her to talk when the box suddenly extends further away than where our eyes can see.

The silence of the space is all consuming.

"Y/n..." I speak as I feel a shiver run down my neck.

"I know." She walks closer to me before taking a deep breath. "The walls were set around our perimeter... They extended."

I wait for her to elaborate.

"Someone came in." Her words make the air around us heavier.

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Two coming up right after this one.

sorry for the long break, needed some rest