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

108 ~ Hundred And Eight

[T]his time, you came prepared.

You had baked your signature cream puffs for Yuki. It was a small gesture, but you hoped it would bring a bit of comfort. You'd also packed some for Shoko and Utahime as a thank you for their support in escorting you to Tokyo.

Knock! Knock!

You tapped gently on the door to Yuki's hospital room, and her familiar voice called out from the other side, "Come in."

Opening the door, you stepped inside with Utahime and Shoko following closely. The room was softly illuminated by the fading evening light, casting a gentle glow through the window.

Yuki was sitting by the window, holding her baby, looking far healthier and more vibrant than you'd seen her in days. A stack of her belongings sat beside her hospital bed, ready for her discharge tomorrow afternoon.

"Hey," you greeted, taking a few steps in and giving her a concerned look. "Should you really be up and about like this?"

She glanced up, her smile warm and reassuring. "Oh, Y/N! I'm feeling a lot better. You and Yuichi really worry too much."

"Speaking of Yuichi," you remarked, your gaze shifting around the room. "Where is he?"

Yuki shrugged lightly. "He had some errands to run. Said he'd be back later."

"I see," you muttered, mostly to yourself, before presenting the box of cream puffs with a small smile. "I brought these for you. Homemade cream puffs. Hope they're to your taste."

Yuki's eyes brightened as she gently placed her baby back in the crib. "That's so thoughtful of you! Thank you."

"It was no trouble at all," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed that Yuki considered your belated gift thoughtful. "By the way, Yuki, these are my friends—Utahime and Shoko."

Utahime offered a warm smile. "Nice to meet you."

Shoko, with her typical dry wit, added, "Yeah, nice to meet you, Yuki-san."

Yuki's laughter was soft and welcoming. "Just Yuki is fine." She moved her bags to clear some space and motioned to the seats. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Everyone took a seat. Utahime's gaze immediately fell on the baby, her eyes lighting up with genuine interest.

Given their line of work, encounters with babies, especially healthy ones, were rare.

"So cute," she murmured, clearly captivated.

"I know, right?" Yuki responded with enthusiasm. "He looks just like my late husband. Not a single feature of his is mine."

"He?" Utahime's interest was piqued. "So the baby's a boy?"

Yuki nodded, smiling.

The interaction was both endearing and a bit draining. You and Shoko, both more reserved, exchanged knowing looks, each of you reflecting the quiet exhaustion of watching two extroverted personalities engage so animatedly.

The conversation flowed smoothly as Yuki continued to chat about her baby, sharing anecdotes about his birth and the joys of motherhood. Utahime was fully engaged, asking questions and admiring the baby's tiny features.

Shoko, while quieter, observed with a thoughtful expression, her gaze occasionally drifting to the window as if lost in her own thoughts.

You noticed Yuki's joy as she spoke, her eyes shining with pride. "He's been keeping me busy, but it's worth every moment," Yuki explained. "And it's nice to have some company while I'm here. It can get a bit lonely."

"I can imagine. It must be nice to have visitors, especially now that you're on the mend."

Yuki nodded appreciatively. "It really is."

The conversation shifted as Yuki inquired about your journey to Tokyo and how you'd been managing your recent illness. You recounted the challenges you'd faced and expressed your gratitude for Shoko and Utahime's support. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a soothing contrast to the exhaustion you had felt earlier.

As the evening progressed, Yuki's fatigue became more apparent. Her energy waned, and she stifled a yawn, glancing at the clock. "I should probably get some rest. It's been a long day."

You nodded, understanding. "Of course, Yuki. We don't want to keep you up. But..." You hesitated, glancing at Shoko before continuing, "Shoko's a doctor. I know it might sound a bit..."

Yuki's eyes lit up with understanding. "You want Shoko to check on me?" She asked, her tone as if it were the most natural request.

You sighed, giving a quick nod. "I've been worried," you admitted. "Especially since we couldn't quite explain the... bleeding."

You avoided directly mentioning the accident that nearly led to the loss of her baby, though it was clear that's what you were referring to.

Yuki's expression was cooperative. "Okay, sure. What do I need to do?"

Shoko, taking charge with her usual professional demeanor, responded. "It'll be a routine examination. We just want to make sure everything's alright. After all, we wouldn't want Y/N to worry."

"Right," Yuki agreed, her tone light but earnest. As Utahime kept an attentive eye on the baby, Shoko began her examination with a practiced efficiency.

Halfway through Shoko's examination, you felt a pressing need to use the restroom.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back," you mentioned, making a quick exit. You took this chance to distance yourself from the examination.

Part of your urgency was driven by a latent anxiety about absorbing Shoko's curse energy while she was attending to Yuki. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of the complications that had arisen with Gojo, especially if absorbing Shoko's curse energy were to cause any further issues.

You took a few steps away, leaning against a nearby wall to catch your breath.

The exhaustion that still clung to you felt somewhat manageable in this quieter corner of the hospital.

But then, you felt it—a familiar tug, a pull from somewhere unknown and ominous. The sensation was reminiscent of the dark energy you'd felt during Kota's incident.

Your eyes darted around, searching for the source of this unsettling feeling. The area was eerily deserted, with no sign of life or movement. Above you, the lights started to flicker intermittently, casting erratic shadows across the corridor.

A whisper, barely audible yet unmistakable, reached your ears. "Y/N." The voice seemed to echo through the desolate space, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as a cold sweat formed despite the fact you didn't actually feel cold.

Recalling something Gojo had mentioned when you discovered Shinji's body, you exhaled slowly. To your shock, your breath came out as vapor, fogging in the chilled air. A curse spirit—likely a special grade—was nearby.

"Y/N..." The voice whispered again, sending a wave of terror through you. The call seemed to draw you, compelling you to follow it.

You knew Gojo wasn't here to help, but leaving a curse spirit that clearly knew you, that was lurking near Yuki's hospital room, was not an option.

Fear gripped you like never before; deeper than any terror you'd ever felt. But despite the fear and uncertainty, you took a hesitant step forward, moving in the direction of the voice.

Somehow, you found yourself on the rooftop of the hospital, the journey here a blur. You had no memory of the exact path you took, and the eerie silence—how you hadn't crossed a single person on your way—only added to the unease.

Movement flickered in your peripheral vision, a shadow darting beside you before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. It was like stepping into a horror film, the kind where something malevolent lurks just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, your instincts screaming at you to turn and flee. But you stood there, a mixture of fear and defiance tightening your grip on reality. "Who are you? What do you want?" Your voice echoed in the stillness, a demand more than a question.

If it had wanted to harm you, it could have done so already. So why hadn't it? The possibility that this curse spirit might need something from you, just as Kota's sister once had, crept into your thoughts.

"Y/N..."

You jolted at the sound of your name, spinning around to scan your surroundings. The whisper had been so close, almost as if someone had leaned in to murmur directly into your ear.

"Fucking what do you want?" You growled, your voice shaky despite the bravado. A shudder rippled down your spine, the fear now a palpable force within you. But you needed to know. You needed answers.

"Go back... He wants you back."

The voice was louder now, no longer a whisper but a command, an order that seemed to reverberate through the air, amplifying the dread pooling in your gut.

"W-who?"

"Ryusaki L/N!"

The name struck you like a physical blow, one you hadn't heard in months. Your brother... but he was dead. And yet, this curse was telling you to go back. Where? To what?

"W-what are you—"

"Y/N! What are you doing here?"

Utahime's voice cut through the fog of fear, snapping you back to the present. You turned to see her standing at the rooftop door, her expression a mix of confusion and concern as she approached.

"Utahime... don't come—" But it was too late. She was already by your side, her hand on your shoulder, trying to gauge what was wrong.

"Why are you sweating so much? Are you still sick or something?" Her eyes scanned over you, taking in your trembling form. "Shoko's done and is waiting for us—"

Her sentence was cut short by a low, guttural growl that echoed from behind her. Your eyes widened in horror as a shadowy figure loomed up, its form twisting and writhing, almost humanoid but disturbingly wrong.

Utahime stiffened, sensing the danger. She began to turn her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what was behind her, but the curse spirit was faster. A limb, grotesque and tentacle-like, lashed out with lethal intent.

Acting on pure instinct, you grabbed Utahime, trying to pull her out of harm's way. But in your haste, you misjudged your footing.

The rooftop's edge was too close, and with a sickening lurch, you felt yourself slip. Both of you tumbled over the side, the world spinning into a chaotic blur as gravity took hold.