Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

Who's the sacrifice

POV KIYA 

As I crawled into bed, I felt a hollow emptiness engulfing me. I sat down in the center of my bed, wrapping my arm around my legs. I pulled my knees up against my chest and rested my chin on top of them, tears streaming down my face as I cried softly. The urine had finally dried, but the fear still lingered. The only light illuminating the room was from the television screen, providing a soft glow. Amid the darkness, a single light shone brightly, illuminating my surroundings. As I sat in solitude, my mind incessantly played through the memories of my life, each recollection repeating like a damaged record. Every mistake, every regret, and every wrong choice came flooding back to me, creating an overwhelming sense of introspection. Why was he torturing me like this? As I teetered on the brink of life and death, a torrent of memories surged through my mind. Every pivotal moment, every lost chance and every pang of regret raced across my consciousness in a chaotic swirl. I longed to rewrite my history, to set right what had gone wrong, if only I had more time; I needed more time.

I couldn't help but notice my cell phone lying just inches away from me on the table, its screen dark. As my gaze landed on it, my thoughts turned to the urgent need to call Gojo and warn him about the impending danger (F/N) was in. However, I hesitated, knowing that reaching out to them could mean risking my life. Even if they survived, I felt I'd never live to see another day. For whatever reason, the king of curse hadn't found out (F/N) had the book, and if he had, we would all be dead, and none would be wiser. Maybe that little detail alone could be all of our saving grace. As my hand hesitantly reached for the phone, I couldn't help but wonder if Gojo would really keep his promise. Despite my doubts, I eventually grabbed the phone. My trembling hand struggled to dial the number; a part of me hoped that reaching out to them would provide safety and relief. As I contemplated sharing my burden with others, I couldn't shake the feeling that they would shoulder my responsibility. Confusion and doubt clouded my thoughts as I questioned how to explain the situation. After all, it wasn't my fault she had the book. How did she even get her hands on it in the first place?

"Satoru Gojo speaking."I hesitated, almost hanging up, but I kept the phone at my ear, my voice shaking as I whispered the words, "It's...uhh, it's Kiya."I was struggling to remain in control as images of Sukuna flooded my mind. He was the nightmare I couldn't wake from, haunting me at every turn. The cruel laugh, the evil grin that bore my demise. "Hey, Kiya, what's going on?" I heard Gojo's voice coming through the phone, pulling me back from my thoughts. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat before responding.

"Ugh...y-yo." The tremble of my voice had now become a quake, and there was no masking it. "Kiya, what's going on? Are you hurt? Is everything alright?" His words came at me in a blur. "I...he-he" the image of Sukuna's blood-stained face flashed, and I choked back the urge to scream. "Who is he?"

"Don't try and fucking talk in riddles, Kiya, spit it out, NOW!" The sharpness in his tone caught me off guard, as Gojo rarely ever raised his voice at me. It was evident that he wasn't angry but rather concerned. He seemed to be on edge since the conversation that took place between him and (f/N) a couple of days ago. Fuck, what had I said? I should have let things go, but no...no, I wanted to open my dumb mouth, and this was what I deserved, "it's nothing, Gojo. Have you talked to (F/N) lately" I closed my eyes and shook my head. The walls were closing in as the anxiety was now consuming me.

"(F/N)? " His voice cracked a little as he uttered her name, revealing the strain of their prolonged separation. Concern and genuine emotion were palpable in his words, reflecting the depth of his feelings for her. "Umm, we talked a couple of days ago. Why, what's wrong?" His voice wavered as if trying to hold back a flood of emotions, the subtle tremor speaking volumes about the impact of their time apart. This was my chance to save her, to have him protect me (F/N), but instead, my fear of Sukuna had me redirecting.

"Umm," my voice gave out. I looked up at the ceiling, hoping it would give me some support. What I got was Sukuna's face mocking me, and the same cold stare he had given me was seared on my eyelids and in my dreams. "Kiya, Hey kiya, what's going on." Gojo's words snapped me to attention. I licked my lips and swallowed. "I was...umm, i-i-"

"(L/N), you're scaring me. Can you please talk," he asks, making my head shoot up, looking down at the phone? "Sorry," I mumble, feeling the weight of Gojo's concern in his voice. He spoke again, "What did you mean about asking about (F/N)? Is she okay? Is she in some sort of trouble?" Gojo sounded genuinely upset and worried, and here I sat, selfishly absorbed in my own thoughts, realizing the distress I had caused him.

Gojo had always hidden how deep his love for (F/N) was, but no matter how hard he tried to conceal his feelings, they never really disappeared. Even after their breakup, (F/N) remained unaware of the meaningful glances Satoru would frequently send her. His silent gazes conveyed his lingering desire for her, that screamed the unspoken words, "I still want you." And as long as the smile on her face seemed genuine, Satoru kept his mouth shut.

No one else could ever catch his attention the way she did. The women he had been seeing was just a band-aid to hide his wounds. However, things took a turn when (F/N developed an interest in Connor. For the first time ever, Satoru showed a glimpse of anger, perhaps jealousy, but most of all, I saw the love and pain. He burned for her. Gojo was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice if it meant ensuring she could take one more breath. He never strayed too far, always ready to come to her aid whenever she needed him. I yearned for a love as powerful as that, but it seemed beyond my reach. Time wasn't on my side unless I took decisive action. It was her life or mine, and I would choose mine. "Umm yeah, she is good; I was just thinking." I stop myself and press a hand to my forehead. "Is she happy" my question surprised him too.

"Kiya, you're being weird, and it's making me worried," his words sent a chill down my spine. "Yeah, I'm just feeling ill." My eyes stared at the screen. "I just really love her. Please don't take her from me." It was barely above a whisper, but the words came out all the same. "What the fuck Ki," he sighs and lets out a sad laugh. "I-I love her too, Kiya, but if (F/N) told you about our last encounter. I, uh, think it would be best for her if I stayed away. She is just safer that way," he took another deep breath before finishing his words.

What Gojo didn't realize was that she was also safer away from me. I would sacrifice her life to save my own. "You're right, Gojo. I think it's best you guys take the time you need a part," the words slipped out easily enough. I couldn't help but chuckle and try to wipe the tears.He spoke again and said, "Do I even need to ask if you have had any strange encounters?"

The laughter bubbled up to the point I was sure it would overflow. "No." I bite down on my fist hard to quiet the laugh, sucking in the air. It felt good to talk to someone else and not go through all this alone. Gojo, however, seemed to be unable to see the reality of the situation and understand my true intentions. I gathered my thoughts and drew in a deep breath. As I moved into bed and placed my feet on the floor, I said, "Anyway, I should get going, (F/N). We're planning to meet up later today." Gojo let out a sigh and said, "Alright, Kiya. Take care of her, okay?"

I stared blankly into the distance as the weight of the conversation settled in. "Of course," I murmured before ending the call, brushing away another teardrop from my cheek. All that mattered was returning the book to Sukuna. When he came back, it was her or me. It's just the way the world works. Sacrifices must be made in life, and my life has more meaning than (F/N). At the end of the day, As I stood there, I couldn't help but reflect on the choices ahead of me.

The weight of the decision was heavy on my mind as I ran my hands over my face, feeling the dampness beneath my eyes. With a deep breath, I knew my decision had been made. In that moment, I found myself questioning the inherent cruelty and unfairness of the world. Why was the world structured in a way that separated the strong from the weak? It felt like an unjust place to live in, and I couldn't shake the feeling that people shouldn't have to sacrifice themselves to save others. Part of me hoped Gojo had caught onto the clues I gave him. Would it be enough to save her from the king of curses? Was it enough? Only time would tell; it was the only chance she had. Now, two monsters are lurking: the one who wants her soul and the one who hands it to him on a silver platter.