As I hurried out the door, I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, the keys jingling loudly. "Could you ever keep your mouth shut, Gojo?" I grumbled to myself, feeling a surge of frustration. Her image lingered in my mind, a constant presence. I had harbored feelings for her longer than I'd care to admit. I wanted to take things slow, but my words had spilled out uncontrollably. A part of me feared that she would see past my facade and understand that I couldn't let someone like her slip away. It was crucial for me to serve ties before it reached that inevitable point. I sunk into the luxurious, plush back seat of the sleek Audi.
I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "Stupid Gojo, stupid (F/N), stupid life." With a sigh, I requested, "Please take me to Sugisawa Municipal High School," as I fastened my seat belt and adjusted it for optimal comfort closing my eyes, I ran my fingers through my tousled snowy hair, unable to shake off the memory of our encounter. Thoughts of (F/N) sent a shiver down my spine, a cold sensation running through my entire body. Her unwavering kindness lingered in my mind. I knew I should have kept my distance, but my mind seemed unwilling to listen.
"Are you feeling alright, Master Gojo?" the driver inquired from the front seat. I was wearing a blindfold at the time, but it didn't block my vision, and I could catch a glimpse of the driver's expression through the rearview mirror. He seemed visibly tense, and his deep brown eyes betrayed a sense of curiosity as they fixated on my blindfold. Clearly, he was a newcomer, likely not accustomed to encounters with someone like me. I couldn't help but find his reaction somewhat amusing. Had I managed to unnerve this man simply by being present? As his question echoed in my mind, I raised one of my blindfolds, revealing a striking electric blue eye. "I'm fine; just drive fast."
I was accustomed to traveling in private cars as part of my diplomatic responsibilities. The driver's expression visibly softened as I responded, and I sensed a flicker of relief in his eyes. It was reassuring to know that he cared, a stark contrast to the indifferent attitude of the other drivers. "Yes, master Gojo. Is there an emergency?" I give the old man a carefree smile. "The world depends on it."
He felt a sense of uncertainty creeping in as he contemplated his response. It was common for men chosen by the council to act skittish around me. It seemed like they hadn't been schooled in proper etiquette. As I inadvertently let my finger slip from my blindfold, the fabric cascaded back over my face. However, this minor hindrance couldn't obstruct my vision. My unparalleled technique allowed me to see with astonishing clarity even while blindfolded. I could effortlessly discern details within 1000-mile radius and already make out the approaching city, gradually expanding on the horizon. I often relied on my sunglasses or blindfold to maintain a stable energy level. If I left my eyes uncovered for too long, I would inevitably succumb to fatigue - a rather irritating predicament.
I inhaled deeply, feeling the air fill my lungs as I tried to steady my breathing with each twist and turn of the road. The elderly driver could sense my unease. It had been a long, difficult night followed by an ordinary yet troublesome day. Holding my breath, I tried to collect my thoughts and find some peace. I want nothing more than to have (y/n) wrap her slender arm around my waist and nuzzle my back with her chest tightly pressed to me. My forehead drops to my palm. I was getting too involved and too comfortable; we were supposed to be friends with Benefits so I could keep her at a safe distance, but her under me and saying my name as my head rocked her worlds was all I ever wanted; for her to melt under my touch, to know what it felt like."What could have led the world's most powerful sorcerer to forsake his rationality and follow his emotions, causing him to develop deep feelings for a woman he knows he cannot be with until the world is truly secure, a goal that might not be achievable for a very long time, or perhaps not even within his own lifetime if he continues to prioritize being the best."
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