𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

𝟦𝟢- 𝒦𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶

I was so disappointed in myself. I wanted to die. For seeking the fatherly love I never got from my own father in Gojo Satoru. Tears and snot mixed as I walked barefoot somewhere.

"I never loved you..." those words broke me. Hurt me deeply.

There is nothing worse than unrequited love, especially after losing all my family members. I threw my high heels into the trash can. The salty tears burned on my face. The stones hurt under my feet. I sobbed to myself. I was so glad no one was in the park. The sun was slowly setting.

I feel so alone. So alone...

It feels like the whole world is against me. The wind blew against my face. My tears rolled down my chin. The pain of a broken heart hurts so much. Like every muscle is infected, causing so much pain with every movement. I stopped.

I should leave everything behind... I will leave Jujutsu Academy for good. This time, I'm better prepared to avoid being caught.

I wiped my tears away and teleported to the estate. I went inside, and memories I tried to forget resurfaced. This must be the most miserable marriage in world history. I went to my room. His scent filled my nose, making me feel even emptier. It hurt. I took a deep breath in and out. I searched for a large bag. Funny how I ran away from my father and now from him... pathetic.

I gritted my teeth as tears fell. I packed all the essentials. I ripped my dress off aggressively and stood there in my underwear, lifeless, in front of the mirror. I put on my Jujutsu Academy clothes. I left my hair down and looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my hand through my hair and suddenly remembered the time he ran his hand through it... great, I'll have to cut it later... after all I heard hair hold memories....

I grabbed my bag and teleported to the middle of the city. I erased my presence. People of all kinds walked by me, beside me, in front of me. I could let my thoughts drift away. The sun was setting further. It would be dark soon.

I wonder how he'll react when he finds out I'm gone?

I tightened my grip on my bag and shook my head. I need to forget that asshole... I walked and walked and walked. I felt unwelcome everywhere.

It got dark, and I sat down on a bus bench. It was 2 AM. I sat there, dejected, playing with my wedding ring. The bright blue diamond gleamed.

I hate you... why?... I don't understand why people have to be this way. Just because he's the strongest?

I scoffed as tears rolled down. I put my bag down beside me. The street was empty. Maybe my father's men should have killed me. I exhaled sorrowfully. I heard footsteps approaching. I didn't look up. The person sat one seat away from me. I glanced from the corner of my eye. He wore a long robe similar to a black dress.

Ah no, it's a Gojogesa...

My gaze slowly drifted upwards. He had his eyes closed. He is tall, slim, and muscular with long black hair partially tied up in a man bun while the rest drapes down his back. He has thin black eyes and bangs that occasionally cover the left eye. His earlobes are large enough to fit fairly large circular earrings. He had a scar on his forehead that extended to both sides.

He noticed my gaze and turned to me, smiling gently, "Hey!" That voice sounds familiar somehow...

I frowned, "Hey..." I nervously took a deep breath.

He looked at me intensely, "What's a young lady doing here alone?"

I hesitated. I really need someone to talk to. Someone who will just listen.  I looked at my hand again.

The wind blew. "I separated from my husband."

It felt like a punch to the gut.

He showed understanding in his voice, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that!"

I shook my head, "You're not to blame..." I turned back to him, "Who are you?"

He chuckled lightly, his eyes showing emptiness, "Call me Geto."

I smiled, "Kanna, nice to meet you." I looked at him questioningly, "What are you doing here?"

He scratched his neck and laughed, "Well... the night is my only escape from reality, and it's also good for thinking."

I looked surprised. He's right, it does feel good. I became more interested.

He looked at my clothes, and I got a uneasy feeling, "Your clothes indicate you're from Jujutsu Academy."

I looked at him alarmed, "How do you know the Academy?"

He noticed the change in my expression and raised his hand, "No, no, it's okay, I used to be there too..."

I looked even more surprised.

"I left for personal reasons..."

My heart raced, "What reasons?"

He looked ahead, "Never being appreciated... constantly battling my inner demons... always being put down by my environment... and the death of my comrades made me want to create a new era."

Every word of his felt like it was directed at me. It hurt that he was so right. I swallowed hard and turned slightly towards him. He stood up, his clothes rustling slightly.

He extended his hand to me, "Let me show you my world, Kanna."

My thoughts went blank. Screw Jujutsu Academy, it never did me any good. I bit my lip and took his hand.