Into Infinity | Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Chapter 32

The plane ride back to Japan is quiet and peaceful. Before leaving the village, Dawa helped you to configure your bracelets to serve as a resting place for Samara and any other curse friends you pick up along your journey. Now, the tiger rests peacefully inside the emerald gem. You feel her gentle pulse beating warmly on your wrist— this new presence in your life already feeling so fundamental. You thanked Dawa profusely for all the knowledge and help he gave you and promised to see him again. Now, on the plane, you think about everything that happened.

After the events that transpired on the mountain, Satoru had to notify the jujutsu society. There was a strange silence of tension on the other end of the phone after Satoru gave the news, but they agreed to send over support to help the village rebuild.

Of course, your mission to rectify your slip-up in Tokyo—where you let your domain spill all over the city, visible to the public—has only led to more slip-ups. You successfully exorcised the curse cloud, but only after it wreaked havoc on the village. That being thanks to your stalling and distracting Satoru with some honeymoon time. Not to mention, before the cursed cloud awoke, you had to run off into the woods, which led to your run-in with Samara. Thankfully, that turned out to be a good thing, but you were only able to tame her after summoning some help from Kiyomo.

You feel into the void of your consciousness. Thankfully, you can no longer feel the presence of the dark sorcerer. It turns out your heated discussion in your dream actually prompted him to leave. Hopefully, this is a permanent development.

You squeeze Satoru's hand. Thanks to him, everything washed over smoothly.

You stare out the window and watch the clouds pass. You and Satoru decided taking a flight was better than teleportation—that way, you'd both have time to decompress before heading back to the school. And also, unspokenly, so you could spend more time together. Though guilt still rattles you, you feel grateful for the moment of peace. You get as comfy as you can in the airline seats, using Satoru as a support pillow.

The notebook Dawa left with you after your discussion about heart energy sits in your lap. After hearing his story and how he learned of heart energy from a passing stranger, you have more questions about your heritage than you did when coming onto this venture. You thumb the tattered brown cover of the notebook, then begin flipping through its pages. Just who was this man who served as Dawa's master? How was he connected to heart energy? And could he be related to you in any way? You can't help but wonder about him as you flip through the pages of the well-worn notebook, your fingers brushing over Dawa's neat handwriting. There is a presence in the words. If you focus enough, you can almost see images of Dawa standing in the training field alongside some mysterious male figure. You squint your eyes, trying to see if there's any recognition. You give up, frustrated, when nothing comes back to you. There's so much about your origins you don't know. You brush the pages of the notebook again. The answers may be in here somewhere, but you'll have to read it over when you have more energy and your nerves are not still buzzing from your recent battle.

You close the book and relax on Satoru's shoulder. As you do, your mind blinks back to the fight. Satoru had the curse at that moment; it was only after you came running up that things got messy. Not only that, but it was your fault that Satoru was so relaxed in the first place. If it were just him, he probably would've dealt with the curse right away, but you had to go and treat the whole venture like some lover's vacation.

As if sensing your distress, Satoru squeezes your shoulder. You smile at him, then relax, letting your guilt drift away for now. The feeling of resting your head on Satoru's shoulder brings you back to your first ever outing together—you sitting on the steps after exorcising your first curse, your head falling naturally to Gojo's shoulder as you drifted to sleep. You've fallen asleep in his presence many times since then, much to his distress, but it probably has something to do with how relaxed he makes you feel.