Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

93 ~ Ninety-Three

[A] familiar tall figure stood in your bedroom, his presence somehow both commanding and out of place in such a nostalgic setting.

It wasn't like he was here out of sheer curiosity—though, knowing him, that wasn't entirely false either.

He had insisted on coming, somehow eager to see firsthand the place where you grew up since the search across the list of forbidden curse techniques had proven unfruitful.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

For now, he preferred to keep things under wraps, not letting anyone know anything.

"Ugh, why did you drag me along?" Utahime groaned, clearly irritated. "It's not like you need me here."

Gojo turned to her with his signature grin, his eyes glinting playfully even behind his white blindfold. "Oh, come on! You know it wouldn't be half as fun without you here."

The blackish-purple hair rolled her eyes, folding her arms with an annoyed sigh. "You just dragged me along because you need someone to torment."

"Guilty as charged," the sorcerer replied unashamedly, completely unfazed. "But admit it, you secretly enjoy the attention."

"In your dreams, Gojo!"

The white-hair chuckled simply, leaning casually against a nearby wall. "You know, you're always so serious. We're supposed to be hunting for clues about the type of forbidden curse technique we're possibly dealing with, not auditioning for a drama."

"If I wasn't serious, you'd be wandering off into who-knows-what," Utahime retorted, a hint of accusation laced in her voice. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Gojo. You're just trying to throw me off."

"Throw you off? Me?" The sorcerer put on an even more exaggerated look of innocence. "I'm here to assist, and maybe uncover somethings. Though I do enjoy a good mystery."

"More like you're just here to amuse yourself," the sorceress deadpanned, still skeptical.

She knew Gojo well enough to sense when he was enjoying himself a little too much, and right now, his flippant attitude was only making her warier.

"Hey, even detectives need a bit of fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Besides, I'm sure this place holds some interesting secrets. I might uncover something you missed."

"Sure," she declared, her tone flat. "But if you're going to stand around and joke, I'll get to work. I don't have time for your theatrics."

"Leaving me behind already?" Gojo straightened up, looking slightly amused. "Careful, Utahime. I might solve this before you even get started."

She rolled her eyes, heading for the door instead. "You'll probably get distracted by the first shiny thing you see. I'll handle it from here."

And she wasn't lying!

"Fine, fine," Gojo said with a mock salute. "But don't come crying to me if you miss out on the juicy details."

"I'll manage just fine," Utahime said, her tone resolute as she stepped out of the room.

Once in the hallway, she exhaled slowly, trying to clear her mind.

Being around Gojo was like navigating a minefield—one wrong step, and you'd find yourself caught in one of his distractions.

It was frustrating, especially when there was serious work to be done. As much as she grudgingly admitted that his skills were unmatched, his overconfidence often made her feel like she was the only one truly focused on the task at hand.

Glancing back toward the room she'd just left, she could almost picture Gojo smirking, probably convinced she'd come running back the moment she hit a dead end. But Gojo wasn't smirking for the reason she thought.