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

104 ~ Hundred And Four

"Woah," Shoko drawled, her voice lazily dragging out the word as if she was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. Her eyes were half-lidded, almost bored, but there was a spark of curiosity there. "W-what just happened?"

A certain white-haired sorcerer stood there, frozen in place, still processing the sting of the slap that had reset his usual cocky demeanor. Anyone could tell it was one hell of a slap, one that had momentarily shut down the all-powerful sorcerer.

Normally, the absurdity of the situation might've been funny. But there was nothing funny about the heavy tension hanging in the air.

"I'll check on Y/n," Nanami sighed, his voice laced with exhaustion, as if this was just another headache in a long line of them. "She shouldn't be left alone right now, not in her condition—"

"Hold on, why are you going after Y/n?" Gojo snapped out of his daze, his voice sharp with an uncharacteristic edge.

He was pissed—more than pissed. There was something else simmering beneath the surface, something raw and possessive. Watching you turn to Nanami instead of him had sparked a deep irritation, a jealousy he didn't want to acknowledge. And now, the thought of Nanami going after you only made it worse.

The blonde met Gojo's glare with calm indifference, his expression unreadable. "You're mad at me when you just shot yourself in the foot?"

"Wait, wait—" Shoko cut in, sensing the growing tension between them. She tilted her head slightly, contemplating her words before saying: "Satoru, are you seriously telling me you've been... sleeping with Y/n?"

Nanami's gaze flicked to Shoko, his tone even as he responded, "That's not exactly the most tactful way to phrase it, Shoko." There was a subtle tension in his jaw, a controlled irritation that he kept in check.

"We're dating," the strongest sorcerer stated, his tone firm, like he was trying to reclaim some control over the situation.

The brunette blinked, clearly taken aback by his admission. When the words finally registered, her expression shifted to one of... disbelief.

"Not for long, apparently," the stoic blonde remarked dryly, his voice carrying a faint note of resignation as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Gojo shot him a dark look. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just an observation," Nanami replied with a shrug, his tone as neutral as ever. "Anyone with half a brain can see where this is heading."

The strongest sorcerer scoffed, but he didn't argue. Deep down, he knew Nanami was right. This wasn't just a minor spat; it was a blow-up that could have lasting consequences. But he couldn't admit that—not to them, and definitely not to himself.

In his mind, this was just another fight. You'd both cool off, and things would go back to the way they were. They had to.

"So, you're actually dating Y/n?" Shoko's voice carried a mix of curiosity and skepticism, her gaze lingering on Gojo as if trying to reconcile the idea.

Satoru? Dating? Sure, it was bound to happen eventually, but dating you? That wasn't the scenario she'd imagined for him.

No offense—you were stunning, though Shoko often wondered if you even realized it—but you didn't seem like Satoru's type. Based on his relentless teasing of Utahime and those rumors about him hanging around her quarters, Shoko had pegged Gojo as the type who'd go for someone more challenging, someone who could match his energy and give as good as they got.

Not that you were a pushover, but you were different.

You kept your distance, stayed calm, and avoided unnecessary drama. Essentially, you were the exact opposite of Satoru Gojo himself. So how did the two of you end up together—and to the point of sleeping together? Shoko couldn't help but think you were too good for him. Way too good.

"And you don't seem surprised?" Shoko turned to Nanami, who met her gaze with his usual calm.

"I suspected it a while ago," Nanami responded evenly, his tone as measured as ever. "Though I didn't realize the extent of it."

"What's with the shock, anyway?" Gojo grumbled, flopping into a nearby chair as if he hadn't just been slapped into next week. He sprawled out lazily, one hand running through his hair, the other draped over the armrest. "Didn't know I had to report my love life to the both of you."

"No offense," Shoko said, unimpressed by Gojo's theatrics, "but Y/n? She's out of your league."

"Absolutely," Nanami agreed, his voice firm as he adjusted his tie, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the white-haired sorcerer.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gojo's irritation flared, and he sat up straight, eyes narrowing. "I'm FUCKING Gojo Satoru. If anything, she should be grateful I'm with her."

"You're the one who should be grateful," the blonde replied, his tone sharp and unforgiving, defending you with no hesitation.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Shoko added with a shrug, clearly on the same page as Nanami.

Gojo's scowl deepened. Perfect. Now they were both ganging up on him. And the annoying part? Deep down, he knew they weren't entirely wrong.

Shoko crossed her arms. "You know, Satoru, it's not like you to lose your cool like that."

The white-hair scoffed, glancing up at the ceiling as if the answer might be written there. "Yeah? Well, she's not exactly making it easy."

Nanami stayed silent, watching Gojo with that same, unreadable expression.

It was one of the things that annoyed Gojo most about him—how calm and composed he always seemed, even when everything was falling apart. It made Gojo feel like a reckless kid in comparison.

"You really don't get it, do you?" The blonde finally spoke, his tone clipped. "This isn't about you being Satoru Gojo, or whatever title you want to give yourself. It's about how you treat her. You can't keep acting like she should be grateful just because you're you."

Gojo's jaw clenched. He wanted to snap back, to tell Nanami he didn't need advice on how to handle his relationships. But the truth was, he didn't even know how this one had gotten so out of hand.

One minute, things were fine—better than fine, even. The next, you were slamming doors and walking out on him, and he was left feeling like he'd been sucker-punched.

"Yeah, well, she's the one who—" He stopped himself, the words catching in his throat.

What? Who what? What had you done that was so wrong?

Shoko raised an eyebrow, watching the gears turn in Gojo's head. "Maybe stop and think for a second, Satoru. You're not exactly the easiest person to deal with."

The strongest sorcerer's irritation flared. "And she is? What, am I supposed to just sit there and take it when she ignores me, or acts like I'm the bad guy?"

"She's sick, Gojo," Nanami cut in, his voice like ice. "And instead of being there for her, you're picking a fight. What's that say about you?"

The strongest sorcerer's hands curled into fists, the frustration bubbling up inside him. "What do you two want me to say? That I'm wrong? That I should apologize?"

Shoko and Nanami exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

"You don't have to say anything," Shoko replied, her tone softening slightly. "Just... don't make it worse. You care about her, don't you?"

Gojo didn't answer right away. He just stared at the ceiling, the weight of his own emotions pressing down on him.

Did he care? Of course he did. More than he'd ever admit out loud. But that didn't make any of this easier.

For a split second, the strongest sorcerer's fingers twitched with impatience, his mind racing with a thousand ways this could go down if he followed you. "I'm going after her."

Nanami's voice cut through the air, sharp and decisive. "That's not happening."

Shoko leaned back, a smirk tugging at her lips, but her eyes held a rare seriousness. "Yeah, Gojo, bad idea. You two near each other right now? Recipe for disaster. Maybe the whole school goes up in flames."

Or worse, Gojo thought, a wicked grin threatening to pull at the corners of his mouth.

If he went after you now, it wouldn't be to talk things out.

No, it'd be to fuck the frustration right out of both of you—hard and fast until you couldn't think straight. He'd remind you exactly who you belonged to, leaving no room for doubt. But as much as the thought excited him, it also unsettled him.

He was pissed, you were pissed, and that kind of anger mixed with desire... it was dangerous.

For you, especially.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What do you want me to do then? Just sit here?"

"Exactly," Nanami affirmed, not even turning to look at Gojo as he moved toward the door. His tone was as steady as ever, but there was an underlying firmness that left no room for argument. "I'll check on her. Make sure she's okay."

Gojo's jaw tightened. "Nanami, wait—"

The blonde paused, just for a moment, his voice carrying an unspoken reprimand. "I'm not you, Gojo. I'm not going to push her when she's already down. I'm just making sure she's alright."

That hit harder than Gojo wanted to admit. It wasn't just the words; it was the fact that Nanami said them like Gojo was someone who couldn't be trusted to do the right thing when it mattered. It stung, even if he knew there was some truth to it.

"Fine," he muttered, though his voice held a tension that was hard to miss. "Just... make sure she's okay."

Nanami didn't respond, didn't even glance back as he walked out, leaving Gojo and Shoko in a silence that felt like it was about to swallow the room whole.

"You know," the brunette finally said, her voice low and almost sympathetic, "this might be one of those times you actually listen to him."

Gojo didn't say anything, his thoughts a chaotic mess.

This wasn't a situation he could just brute-force his way through. He was Satoru Gojo, the strongest, the one who could handle anything. But right now? He felt more lost than ever, unsure of how to fix what had just gone wrong.

And the worst part? He didn't even know if it was something he could fix at all.