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

110 ~ Hundred And Ten

[G]ojo's mind was a blur, but his body moved on its own accord, yanking Utahime to safety with a force that bordered on reckless.

He barely registered her stunned expression or Shoko's concerned voice behind him, only feeling the overwhelming, roiling fury within.

"S-Satoru? What the hell's happening?" Shoko's voice broke through the noise, but when Satoru turned, the look in his eyes made her falter.

Those usually bright, playful blue eyes were dark and wild, an intensity that was unsettling, if not terrifying.

He wasn't angry at them—no, the anger was turned inward, boiling up from somewhere deep, somewhere he couldn't reach to control.

"Y/N. Where's Y/N?" Utahime's voice came out shaky, but she was already trying to stand, her concern cutting through the shock.

She reached out, but Gojo didn't wait—he moved before she could even finish her sentence, leaping off the edge of the rooftop.

He needed to find you, needed to reach you. It was the only thing that mattered.

"S-Satoru, wait!" Shoko's call echoed after him, but it was useless. He was beyond hearing, beyond reason.

On the ground, Nanami had already landed safely with you in his arms, his usual stoic expression giving way to something more complex, something like concern. He set you down gently, his movements careful, deliberate. But the moment Gojo landed with a heavy thud, the atmosphere shifted, a palpable tension settling over the scene.

"Y/N, what the hell happened?" His voice cut through the silence, sharp and uncharacteristically cold.

Nanami's eyes flickered with a frown, recognizing the unusual edge in his tone, the seriousness that bordered on something darker—almost manic.

Your mind was a fog, thoughts tangled in a web of shock and confusion. You blinked, trying to force yourself back to reality, but nothing made sense. Everything was muted, distant, as if you were watching from far away.

When you finally looked up at Satoru, your expression was empty, your eyes dull.

"Why did you push Utahime?" Satoru's question was more than a demand—it was a challenge, his tone laced with an accusation that cut deeper than any blade.

Your response came out hollow, void of any real emotion. "Let me ask you something, Satoru." Your voice was steady, eerily calm, the kind of calm that comes from resignation. "If it were a life-or-death situation, who would you save first? Utahime or me?"

The answer was something you already knew.

You'd seen it with your own eyes. But your mind was still struggling to make sense of it, caught in a whirlwind of disbelief and acceptance.

Satoru's eyes widened slightly, shock flickering across his features, but he didn't speak. He couldn't, the words caught somewhere between his heart and his throat.

"Y/N, what are you even talking about—" Nanami's voice cut in, but you silenced him with a dismissive wave, your voice trailing off into a bitter whisper.

"That's right. It's always her, isn't it? It's always been her."

The words had barely escaped your lips when a sharp, brutal crack pierced the air, almost too sudden to register. The sting came an instant later, searing across your cheek, your vision blurring at the edges from the shock.

For a fleeting moment, your mind struggled to catch up, refusing to believe what had just occurred.

Gojo Satoru had slapped you. The realization hit like a freight train, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs.

The one person you'd always believed in had struck you, and the pain of that betrayal was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It was a wound that cut deeper than any curse, an agony that hollowed you out from the inside, leaving you empty, broken.

You slowly raised your hand to your cheek, the skin tender beneath your fingers.

"What the hell are you doing, Gojo?" Nanami's voice was low, biting, but even that felt distant, overshadowed by the numbness spreading through you.

You turned to Gojo, eyes locking onto his. His face was a mask of conflicting emotions—anger, regret, confusion—but none of it mattered. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger, someone you once knew but had long since lost.

"Y/N—" His voice faltered as he reached out to you, his hand trembling slightly as if he could undo the damage he'd done with a touch. But you stepped back, just out of his reach, your expression eerily calm.

"Thank you." Your voice was flat, devoid of the fire it usually carried, the emptiness echoing in the space between you. "Thank you for proving me right again."

The words hung in the air, sharp and cutting. They were a final blow, more devastating than the slap, more lethal than any curse.

It was a truth you'd always known but had never wanted to face—that when it came down to it, you were always going to be second to someone else, that he would choose another over you.

Gojo's hand fell to his side, his face a mixture of disbelief and devastation. It was a rare sight, seeing the strongest sorcerer completely undone, and for a moment, he looked like a man teetering on the edge of something he couldn't escape.

His Six Eyes, those cursed orbs that could see everything, had failed him—he hadn't seen this coming, hadn't seen how deeply he'd hurt you.

"Y/N, please—" He tried again, but his voice was barely a whisper now, full of desperation and regret.

He wanted to explain, to say something that could make it all better, but the words wouldn't come. He could feel you slipping away, and he was powerless to stop it.

"Don't." Your voice cut through his like a knife, firm and unyielding.

You had nothing left to give him—not your anger, not your forgiveness. There was only this empty space, a void where something precious had once been.

Shoko and Utahime finally reached the scene, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. They had missed the most crucial moments, arriving just in time to see the aftermath—the shattered pieces of something they didn't understand.

Nanami, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "Y/N, we need to get you out of here. You're not in any state to be dealing with this." His voice was gentle, but there was an underlying firmness that said he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You looked at him, seeing the concern in his eyes, but it didn't reach you. Nothing did. You felt cold, detached, like you were floating outside of your own body.

Nodding mechanically, you allowed Nanami to guide you away, your feet moving on autopilot as he led you from the scene.

Satoru didn't move. He couldn't.

His eyes stayed locked on your retreating figure, each step you took felt like another nail being driven into his chest.

He had always been the strongest, the one who could handle anything, but now he stood there, utterly powerless.

The others exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to say or do. Utahime's hand hovered over her mouth, a hint of worry warring on her features.

Shoko, usually so composed, was at a loss, her eyes flicking between you and Satoru.

"Gojo, what the hell just happened?" Shoko's voice was barely above a whisper.

But Gojo didn't answer. He couldn't find the words.

Instead, he stood there, rooted to the spot, watching as you disappeared from view, knowing that something between you had shattered beyond repair.