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

154 ~ Hundred And Fifty-Four

[G]ojo's arrival at Nanami's office had been delayed, but not because of any emergency from Jujutsu High. No. The real reason was far more unnerving.

Earlier, when he'd materialized into his bedroom to freshen up before meeting with Nanami, he'd stumbled upon something he probably shouldn't have—something he'd forgotten even existed.

Your diary.

At first, he'd only meant to toss it aside after knocking it off his bedside table, but a page caught his eye—one of those old pages you'd scribbled during your teenage years. The words, written with so much raw emotion, hit him harder than any curse ever had.

'Your love was the match, and now the fire you've sparked will consume everything. I'll watch from a distance, but never again will I step into the flames—no second chances.'

His heart had skipped a beat, then another. Was this about Sinichi Arai? The bastard who had broken your heart back then? Or... was it about him?

The idea had gnawed at him, his usual playful confidence suddenly slipping. Gojo, the guy who always had everything under control, was feeling vulnerable. The strongest sorcerer in the world, undone by a few lines in an old diary.

So now, as he slouched on Nanami's couch, his legs stretched out and his blindfolded eyes glued to the ceiling, the weight of those words still lingered. He wasn't ready to admit how much they bothered him. But if anyone could see through his act, it was Nanami.

"I thought you didn't need relationship advice," the blonde spoke up, his tone dry, yet layered with a hint of concern as he adjusted his glasses, crossing his arms over his chest in that signature stoic way.

The strongest let out a lazy chuckle, waving it off. "Yeah, well... change of plans, Nanamin." He shrugged, but this time, his usual smirk wasn't quite as cocky. "Figured I might need some wisdom from the guy who's got it all together, y'know?"

Nanami studied him for a second longer than usual, his gaze probing. Gojo could tell he wasn't buying the nonchalant act, but Nanami wasn't one to push.

"What's really going on?" Nanami asked, his voice calm but pointed. He didn't waste time dancing around the issue.

Gojo sighed, finally sitting up, resting his elbows on his knees. The blindfold stayed on, but there was an uncharacteristic tension in the way he held himself. "I found something... something she wrote. Years ago." He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "It... kinda stuck with me."

Nanami tilted his head slightly, waiting for more.

"It was this diary entry from back when she got screwed over by Sinichi Arai." Gojo's voice was quieter now, unsteady, like he hated even saying the guy's name. "She wrote about how she'd never give someone a second chance. How if someone broke her trust, that was it. Game over." He leaned back, rubbing his temples. "And now I'm wondering if... if that's what she thinks about me. About us."

Nanami's brow furrowed slightly, but his face remained unreadable. "She's not the type to hold onto things forever," he noted, his voice steady. "But she's also not the type to forgive easily."

The strongest scoffed, forcing a laugh that held no humor. "Tell me something I don't know, Nanami."

"You're worried she's moving on." It wasn't a question. Nanami was just cutting to the heart of it, as always.

Gojo didn't bother denying it. "Yeah. Maybe I am." His voice dropped, his usual confidence wavering. "I don't know. She's always been the strong one, hasn't she? Like... she doesn't need me." He ran a hand through his messy white hair. "I thought... if I gave her space, she'd come back. But now? Now I'm not so sure."

Nanami's eyes remained fixed on him, and after a brief silence, he spoke, his voice as composed as ever. "She's built a world where you're not essential, Gojo. She's been doing that for a while now."

That hit hard. Gojo's signature grin faltered, a grimace flickering across his face.

"You always need to be needed," the blonde continued. "But her? She's never needed you. Not like everyone else does."

Gojo winced. The truth stung. "What am I supposed to do then?" He muttered, his voice a little softer now, more vulnerable. "Just... let her go?"

Nanami let out a sigh, pushing his glasses up. "You're Gojo Satoru. When have you ever let anything go that you actually cared about?" He raised an eyebrow, watching the white-haired sorcerer carefully. "But if she's moving on, there's nothing you can do to stop it. You either give her what she deserves, or you let her make the choice."

Gojo clenched his jaw, frustration boiling beneath the surface. "And if I'm too late?"

"Then you'll have to live with that. But if you want a chance at anything real with her, you'd better stop treating it like some game."

Gojo exhaled sharply. "Yeah, yeah. No more ego trips, right?" His voice was softer, less cocky. He glanced at the door, debating whether he should just walk out and pretend this conversation never happened.

But that diary extract still lingered in his mind. The idea of losing you—really losing you—had never felt so real before.

Nanami stood up, grabbing his jacket. "You know what you need to do, Gojo. But don't expect her to wait around. She's already made it clear she won't." He paused for a moment, his voice lowering. "And you, of all people, should understand what it's like to be left behind."