𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || G.S x Reader

08 | Unexpected Ally

"When's the last time you old geezers saw something like this?" Gojo's voice echoed as he slapped your notebook on the ground before the Higher-Ups.

The silence made him chuckle.

Gojo loathed when he was forced to stand in this restricted, stuffy, yet ornate temple for longer than necessary. He hated them. The higher-ups gazed down at him from their pedestals with disdain, though they knew he could kill them at any moment. He would. It was just a matter of when.

They always doubted him, as they doubted his birth, doubted every action he was required to report. There was never a moment for him, or anyone he loved, to breathe. They were all pawns, including him.

Until you entered his life. A wildcard, a force of nature, a remnant of the past that struck fear into their hearts. Your existence shattered their perceptions of reality as they knew it.

Once the pages turned, your cursed energy engulfed the room. The spell you weaved burst from the pages, displaying ancient art and prophecies of the past and future.

But the present was all Gojo, his smirk tauntingly proud and unwavering.

"Look familiar?" His head snapped to the left. His eyes guided him as if sensing the magical bond of your spell to a singular member of the Higher-ups. The only person he confirmed to be a woman, the aura surrounding her more potent than he ever suspected. It confirmed his understanding, his suspicions. And now, he'd backed your secretive relative into a corner she couldn't weasel out of this time.

It was the first time he felt her gaze. It was different from the rest. It was an acknowledgment. Every other meeting, this Higher-up, Tomoe, was shrouded in mystery and never uttered a word. But the unveiling prompted her to fully open her eyes.

And when Gojo caught her stare, all he saw was an everlasting, vibrant, and forever-giving forest. Trees that touched the sky and beyond.

Gazing into her eyes was like staring into an older version of yours. Such wisdom in a young soul, such comfort, entirely and utterly the purest form of love that he would never be able to feel elsewhere.

"What do you really mean boy?" Her voice was low and commanding, divining his intentions without even having to lift her finger. The other Higher-Ups remained mute as if obeying the same commandment. Those unaware of her power shall not interrupt.

A perfect failsafe. Only those aware shall remember, one of the oldest spells in the book for those who studied it.

"Nobody else knows?" Gojo smirked, noticing how long it took the clock on the wall to pass one minute. His infinity warned him he was being forced into an overwhelmingly strong spell, one so potent that the other Higher-Ups failed to notice. It was only him, and this grandma shrouded in mystery.

"Of course not." Her voice almost shattered his eardrums. "Don't be coy now."

"Don't play games with me, witch." Gojo hissed, pushing through the mystifying spell, through the threat of hallucination, knowing it wasn't from you. The remnants of your energy embedded into the spell enveloped the entire room. Your touch, comfort, and promises were the only things that pulled Gojo back to reality and helped him fight against the Higher-Up before him.

"There are no games being played." She fired back, seeming to grow larger upon her throne. "Has she been marked yet?"

Gojo only stared back through his blindfold, his silence alone providing the answer. For you, he would entertain the people he hated most.

"A few nights ago."

Tomoe sighed. Indifference was what Gojo noticed, not excitement or disappointment. "So... It's finally begun."