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

160 ~ Hundred And Sixty

[G]ojo Satoru wasn't the type to be caught off guard often. He was the strongest, after all—he knew how people reacted to him, and he could usually predict how situations would play out long before they happened.

But this? A full-out confession from you? That was something he hadn't seen coming.

Especially considering how you'd been icing him out for weeks, avoiding his jokes, dodging his teasing remarks, and creating an impenetrable wall between the two of you. If anything, Gojo had figured you were tired of him. Annoyed, maybe even disgusted by his carefree attitude. But love? Not even just a fleeting crush—but love?

He felt the weight of those words linger in the air, heavy and unexpected.

Gojo tugged off his blindfold slowly, revealing his crystalline eyes. A faint smirk played on his lips, but there was something different in his gaze—something softer, more contemplative.

"Well... who wouldn't love me, huh?" he teased lightly, though his voice wasn't quite as carefree as usual. His smirk deepened, but it didn't reach his eyes, which were studying you carefully.

He wasn't sure what he was looking for—maybe a sign that you were joking. Maybe a clue to help him understand what was happening. But all he saw was your pensive expression, tired, drunk, and... hurt.

Nanami Kento, standing nearby, let out an audible sigh, rubbing his temples as though this whole situation was giving him a headache. His posture was tense, his brow furrowed in that classic look of disapproval that Gojo had come to expect from him.

"This is exactly why she doesn't let herself be vulnerable around you," the blonde muttered, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. It wasn't loud, but it cut through the room like a reprimand. "You don't take anything seriously, and now look where this got you."

The words hit Gojo harder than he wanted to admit. They lodged themselves somewhere deep, pulling at something in his chest.

He'd heard this kind of thing before, but coming from Nanami—and in front of you—made it sting more than usual. He felt a strange ache, the same ache he'd felt when Yuki had said something somewhat similar. It was like a knife twisting, reminding him of the distance between you.

His eyes flickered back to you, and that's when he saw it—a hint of pain in your expression. Your lips pressed together, your eyes reflecting a shadow of vulnerability you rarely showed. And then, almost reflexively, you turned away from him, your body leaning toward Nanami, hands outstretched slightly as if seeking comfort from someone more stable, someone less chaotic. Someone like Nanami.

It stung.

Something dark and possessive twisted inside him. You—turning to Nanami? The rational part of him knew why. Nanami was steady, reliable, and safe. Everything Gojo wasn't. And yet, seeing you reach for him—it hurt like hell.

Without thinking, Gojo's hand shot out, grabbing the collar of your jacket and pulling you back toward him before you could reach the blonde. His grip was firm but not harsh, his fingers curling into the fabric as he yanked you closer. You stumbled back into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you tight, possessive.

"You're really playing the knight in shining armor now, huh, Nanami?" Gojo's voice was light, almost sing-song, but there was a sharpness to it, an edge of something darker, something territorial.

His cursed energy flickered around you for a moment, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made it clear—you belonged to him.

Nanami, merely sighed again, his expression unchanged as he stared at Gojo with the same tired look he always had. He wasn't intimidated by Gojo's show of power. If anything, he seemed unaffected by it.

"Just an observation," He replied, his voice calm but laced with disapproval. He wasn't playing into Gojo's taunt, nor was he backing down. He didn't need to. "If you want her to trust you, maybe stop acting like this."

Gojo's jaw clenched for a second, his smirk twitching at the edges. Nanami wasn't wrong, but that didn't make it easier to hear. Especially not when you had started to shift in his arms, trying to pull away from his hold.

"Let go... I smell..." Your voice was slurred, your words slow and a little clumsy from the alcohol, but there was still a quiet defiance in your tone, that calm and compose you always carried, even when you were drunk.