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

116 ~ Hundred And Sixteen

"Y/N, if you're hurting and need help, just say it." Nanami's voice was steady, as he adjusted his green glasses, a faint frown tugging at his brow.

You could feel what he was doing, didn't even need your gift to tell.

Nanami had always been straightforward, but tactful. He wasn't accusing you—just nudging, trying to steer you away from whatever dark thoughts he assumed you might be having.

"I'm not going to off myself, if that's what you're worried about," you muttered, a weak smile curling on your lips. But even that felt half-hearted, empty.

You appreciated the concern, you really did, but it didn't change how drained you felt. Like you were running on fumes.

The blonde didn't flinch, didn't rush to deny it or cover up his intent. That was what set him apart. He wasn't one to hide behind pleasantries or talk in circles. If he had something to say, he'd say it—and not once would he try to make you feel like you were imagining things. No gaslighting. No dodging. Just the truth.

And you admired that.

In a world where people danced around honesty, where even Gojo twisted reality into something lighter sometimes, Nanami was a rock. His sense of duty, his reliability—it was rare. And in moments like these, it was a lifeline, even if you couldn't admit it out loud.

"Then?" The blonde exhaled, his tone heavy with frustration, but not with you—never with you.

It was the situation. You were a tough one to deal with, always had been. But there was a strength in you that gave him some measure of comfort. You were steady, grounded. You weren't floundering or lost; you knew exactly what you wanted, even if the road ahead was unclear.

"What are you trying to say?"

A soft hum escaped you as you gazed out the window, the light reflecting off your distant eyes. "I wish... the pain, the ache, everything would just stop. Just for a moment, so I can think."

"Think about what?"

You turned your head slightly, enough to catch his shaded sharp gaze. "Whether I want to continue investigating my brother's death or not."

That sentence hit like a punch to the gut, not just to Nanami, but to the figure lurking outside your door. Gojo—who probably thought his stealth was impeccable. You'd have laughed if it weren't so exhausting. He was an idiot if he thought you couldn't feel him there, watching like some overgrown guardian.

No, you didn't have the Six Eyes, but you had something else, something sharper in its own way.

"You're considering dropping the investigation?" His voice was measured, but you could hear the tension beneath the surface. The idea rubbed him the wrong way, and you knew it would do the same for Gojo.

"I'm still thinking about it," you replied casually, offering a slight shrug as you took another sip of your tea. You didn't even bother looking at him, eyes drifting back to the world outside, the one you wanted to be a part of again.

The implications weren't lost on either of them.

If you gave up, if you walked away from Jujutsu High's protection, it wasn't just about you leaving—it was about what came next.

You'd be an easier target, vulnerable to whatever cursed threats were out there. More than that, it meant leaving behind everything and everyone. The bonds you'd formed, the friendships you'd built... and then there was Gojo. You didn't even want to think about how he'd react. The thought of it made your chest tighten, but still, the decision weighed heavy on your mind.

"Y/N," Nanami spoke again, his voice firm but gentle. "You do realize the implications, right?"

You nodded slowly, giving the question its due weight. "I do."

"And even knowing that, you're willing to give it up?" There was a pause, tension thick in the air as both men waited for your answer.

A sigh escaped you as you leaned back in your chair. It was annoyingly comfortable, and in that moment, you couldn't help but think, Satoru really does have a taste for the finer things.

"I'm scared," you admitted softly, the truth slipping from your lips before you could second-guess it.

Nanami's eyes widened ever so slightly, and even from behind the door, you could feel Gojo's reaction.

They weren't used to hearing you admit something like that, not so openly. But it was the truth, raw and unfiltered. The kind of truth you couldn't run from anymore.

"S-Scared?" Nanami's voice wavered slightly, carrying an uncharacteristic hint of disbelief.

You could understand why. You weren't exactly known for vulnerability. You'd spent years perfecting the art of detachment, keeping everyone at arm's length. The idea of you—someone who barely flinched in the face of death—being scared must've seemed impossible.

"What makes you so scared?" He asked.

You noticed the subtle, darting glances he cast toward the door. Satoru. He was thinking about him. They both were. Neither of them had expected you to admit to any sort of fear. But the faint tremor in the cursed energy around you confirmed it—Gojo had flinched.

The irony didn't escape you. Satoru probably thought you were scared of him, maybe still reeling from the slap he'd dealt you a few days back. Like he'd done some irreparable damage. And sure, he had—just not in the way he thought.

The corner of your lips twitched, a faint semblance of a smile playing there, though you quickly swallowed it back.

Cute.

You weren't immune to Satoru's power. You'd seen firsthand what he was capable of—the lengths he'd go to in the name of the greater good. After all, he had killed his best friend. You had no illusions about what Gojo Satoru was willing to do if ordered to. The thought lingered at the edge of your mind, but it wasn't what was terrifying you right now.

"I think..." You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. You wanted to say this right, to soften the blow. You didn't want them to feel the same disgust that churned in your gut every time you thought about it. "I'm afraid that if I keep digging... I might find something I'm not ready for."

Nanami's brow furrowed, his attention sharpening. "Like what?"

You swallowed hard, feeling your throat tighten. The words felt thick on your tongue. "Like traces of abuse... and maybe worse."

Nanami inhaled deeply, the tension in the room thickening. You could see it in his eyes, the struggle to remain calm. "Y/N, I won't push you. Not if you don't want to talk about it, but... what exactly did you see?"

The way you danced around the truth only made them more anxious. They didn't know. Not yet. But you could tell they wanted to help—they just needed to understand.

"A brother... who covets his own sister." The words fell from your lips like a stone dropped into a still pond, sending shockwaves through the room.

Nanami, ever composed, cracked. Even he gasped, his hands balling up into fists on instinct. Behind the door, Gojo's energy spiked, fierce and volatile. You didn't need to see him to know what was going through his mind—rage. Pure, unfiltered rage.

You kept going, voice steady but hollow, "I think it must've started when—"

"That's enough." Nanami's voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and commanding. His face was taut, jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain control.

He'd expected abuse. They both had.

When you were out cold, he and Gojo had combed through every inch of your records, looking for any clue that could explain what had happened to you. But this... this was beyond anything they'd imagined.

It was vile, and the fury in his eyes mirrored the disgust curling in his gut.

Gojo's cursed energy pulsed dangerously from the hallway, his rage almost palpable—unhinged. The same kind you saw in his memory fragments.

You could picture him there, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were probably white.

"Don't want to hear more?" Your tone was flat, expression unreadable, but there was a hint of mockery in your voice. You could see the cracks forming in their control, and for a second, it felt almost... satisfying.

"No need." Nanami's response was quick, deliberate. His voice was steady, but you could see the tightness in his jaw, the barely restrained anger. He wasn't going to let you finish that thought. Not now.

"Alright, then." You lifted your tea to your lips, sipping it as if you hadn't just dropped a bombshell in the room. Your actions were casual, almost indifferent, as if it barely even mattered to you at this point.