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

102 ~ Hundred and Two

[G]ojo Satoru was frustrated.

No, he was beyond frustrated—he was irritated, a rare state for him.

After leaving the mess hall with a resolute decision to find you, he had checked every place you frequented: your room, the library, Shoko's lab, the track and field, the kitchen, and even his own bedroom.

But you were nowhere to be found!

Growing increasingly impatient, he decided to head back to Shoko's lab, hoping she or Utahime might have some idea where you were—or, at the very least, help him track you down.

His mind raced with possibilities, a sense of unease creeping in.

As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with someone. His reflexes kicked in, and he stepped back just in time to prevent an unwanted collision against the rebound of his Limitless.

But then he saw a familiar blonde approaching, carrying your unconscious form cradled in his arms, bridal-style.

Gojo had removed his blindfold when he left the mess hall earlier, an uncharacteristic move that heightened his sensitivity to the surrounding cursed energy. But now, he was thankful for the unobstructed view as he took in the scene before him—your limp body held in Nanami's arms, your face flushed, and your breathing shallow.

His heart sank. "Nanami," he called out, his voice laced with a casualness that didn't match the tension in his chest. "Care to explain what's going on here?"

The blonde's gaze was calm, his demeanor composed. "I found her outside my workroom," he explained, his voice even. "She was slumped against the wall, half-conscious and burning with a fever. I'm taking her to Shoko."

A wry smirk flickered across Gojo's face as he placed his hand gently on your forehead, feeling the searing heat radiating from your skin. "Damn it," he muttered, a hint of regret in his voice. "I should've found her sooner."

Taking in the situation, he made a mental note to add Nanami's study to the list of places you frequented. Next time, he promised himself, he'd be the first to find you.

"We can sort this out later," the blonde reminded him. "Right now, she needs Shoko."

Gojo's gaze momentarily swept over you, his jaw clenched. "Give her to me," he said, his voice low but commanding. "I'll take her."

Normally, Nanami might have resisted, thinking this was just Gojo being dramatic. But after the events of the day, he had a better understanding of what might be going on between you and the white-haired sorcerer.

With a reluctant nod, he carefully transferred you into Gojo's arms.

The strongest sorcerer held you securely, his usual light-heartedness muted.

Without saying anything else, he turned and headed toward Shoko's lab. Nanami followed quietly, keeping his thoughts to himself as they walked.

**Flashback: A Few Hours Prior**

You couldn't think of anywhere else to go.

Every corner of Jujutsu High reminded you of Gojo Satoru, but there was one place you thought you might find peace—the private office room of a certain blonde.

It was a place of order, quiet, and a stark contrast to the chaotic presence that a certain white-haired brought into your life.

When you reached Nanami's study, the room was empty, the blonde's familiar presence nowhere to be seen.

You hesitated briefly, unsure whether to step inside or wait outside. Finally deciding to stay put, you leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until you were seated on the floor.

"I'll just wait here for a bit," you murmured, the words slipping out softly.

Some times later, Nanami returned and immediately noticed you slumped against the wall. He hurried over, kneeling beside you. "Y/N?" His voice was steady, but the concern was clear.

As your awareness slowly returned, you realized you must have fallen asleep outside his workspace.

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, barely registering his presence. "Nana-mi-san..." you mumbled weakly, your voice hoarse. "Am I... really weak?"

Nanami's expression softened as he placed a hand on your forehead, feeling the heat. "You're not weak," he said, his tone stoic but gentle. "You're just exhausted. What happened?"

You tried to focus, but your thoughts were muddled. "I... just needed to be alone," you whispered, your eyelids growing heavier. "But I couldn't... find anywhere that didn't remind me of... him."

"Him?"

"S-Satoru. Who... else?"

Understanding flashed in Nanami's eyes. He carefully gathered you in his arms, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. "Let's get you to Shoko. She'll know what to do."

You didn't have the strength to protest.

All you could do was lean against the blonde's chest, your mind drifting in and out of consciousness. As he carried you down the hallway, your last coherent thought was of Gojo—of his smile, his laugh, and the way he always seemed to be everywhere, yet nowhere when you needed him most.

But exhaustion overtook you.

The emotional strain of the past few days, combined with your injury and the fever that had been quietly building, was too much.

Your thoughts became a blur, and before you knew it, you were slipping into unconsciousness.

***

"What's up with Y/N this time?" Shoko asked, her voice steady but tinged with weariness as she glanced at Gojo, letting out a sigh. It was the second time today he'd shown up at her lab, with someone in need of care.

"No idea," the strongest sorcerer replied, his tone unusually calm as he gently laid you down on the examination table. "She's burning up with a nasty fever."

Gojo stepped back, leaning against the wall to give Shoko space to work. As she slipped on her disposable gloves, she carefully inspected you, her expression focused.

"She's got some injuries," Shoko noted, gently examining your bruised left arm. "But nothing that should cause a fever this high. My guess? It's psychogenic stress."

"Psychogenic?" Gojo echoed, a mild frown forming on his face. Meanwhile, Nanami, who had arrived quietly, kept his composure, observing silently on the sideline.

"She's probably been through... some serious emotional stress," Shoko explained, turning to face them. "I'll give her something to bring the fever down and heal her arm. There's no fracture, just bruising, but..."

She paused, her gaze thoughtful. "There's something off. I'm not entirely sure what it is yet."

"Should we be worried?" Nanami asked calmly, a subtle frown creasing his brow.

"Hard to say just yet," She admitted honestly.

Then picked up a syringe, carefully drawing the liquid into it before pressing the plunger to remove any air bubbles.

After administering the injection, she moved on to applying her Reverse Curse Technique to your arm.

"Okay," Shoko finally stated, peeling off her gloves and tossing them into the bin. "You said her arm was broken?"

"Yes," Nanami confirmed, adjusting his glasses. "I saw it myself."

"And you think she healed her friend?"

"Possibly," Nanami responded evenly. "Her friend was pregnant and was bleeding during the accident, but the medical reports came back clean—no signs of injury."

Shoko's eyes narrowed as she processed this. "I don't think it's Reverse Curse Technique, though."

"What makes you say that?" Gojo interjected, his usual nonchalance giving way to genuine curiosity.

The brunette sighed, choosing her words carefully. "Reverse Curse Technique is all about full recovery, right? It regenerates injuries completely, painlessly."

"Yeah, it's supposed to heal everything as long as the brain's still connected," Gojo confirmed, his tone slightly serious. "So what's the issue?"

"In her case," Shoko began, pausing as she carefully considered her words. "Her technique completely healed the bone—good as new—but the swelling and bruises are still there. It's almost like..."

She hesitated again, her mind turning over the possibilities. "It's like she has the ability to heal selectively—whether she's doing it on purpose or not. Reverse Curse Technique usually doesn't work like that. Unless... she's mastered some advanced level of control over it, which would be... impressive, to say the least."

The strongest sorcerer leaned back, crossing his arms with a smirk. "Selective healing, huh? That's pretty interesting."

"Exactly," Shoko agreed with a nod. "But figuring out how she's doing it? That's a whole other challenge."

"Couldn't it just be a coincidence?" Nanami suggested with a weary sigh.

"Maybe," she answered with a slight shrug, a hint of a lazy smile playing on her lips. "But we'll have to wait until she's back on her feet to dig deeper into it."