Winner Takes All || Various!JJK X Reader

14: Proper Communication? Between Teens?

Uwahh sorry for the later published chapter i had a lot happening today WOOO BRUISED LEG WOOO 💃

WTA isn't proving the whole 'author's curse' thing wrong at this point...

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Fresh air had never felt so good until now.

Warm hands held your face as you gasped sharply. Your head turned over side to side, disorienting you for a moment. The figure in front of you shone in the low light, an almost glowing halo brushing along the crown of his white hair. When you tried blinking away the darkness, shadows still covered his eyes. It lit up just the side of his face until you saw his lips curl into a frown.

Despite knowing better, you thought a disappointed angel had come down to claim you. When he adjusted his hands and you felt their temperature easing your chilled skin, and when he tilted his head down to look at you better, your mind blanked out.

That's not an angel.

That's Gojo Satoru.

And gosh, how long have you been out of it? You almost forgot that he really existed. That you died earlier, and that now you're actually alive.

"O- Oppappi?" you offered, voice hoarse and unsure.

His snort was a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Ah? What the hell are you saying?"

You don't know anymore. One moment you were knocked out of consciousness, and the next, Gojo was yanking the rest of you out of what encased you.

His hand gently slid to your waist, the other on your wrist to steady you. When you blinked away the viscous liquid on your lashes, you looked up to see the sight of a messy laundromat.

No... "Messy" isn't the right word to use here.

You should use decimated instead.

Machines twisted and peeled like cans that have been stepped on then shredded. Some that were somewhat together had their metal casings dented as if they had been thrown with incredible force. The clothes inside was damp from leaking water. Glass from the windows and the machines glittered among the fallen debris, tiles shattered into pieces. Clothes strewn across the broken windows and walls, some even burned.

Most of all, the ceiling was gone. The warm afternoon sun shone above the two of you.

Swallowing, you mechanically moved your arm then your hand to wipe your eyes and rid yourself of the strange liquid on your face, "You did this?"

You expected a smirk, and maybe even a proud, affirmative drawl to come out of his curled lips.

But Gojo's face went blank instead.

"It was a curse," he blurted. "I forgot to put up a curtain when it destroyed everything."

He stood still fists clenching and unclenching from his sides. You moved on the ground trying to gain a sense of balance and stand.

It was slow, but the memories were coming back to your mind now: the movie-like scene that you watched within a void, the fury that leaked from wide, enraged blue eyes, and the cracking of your very own fourth wall.