Again & Again [JJK x READER]

1;; day one.

November 19th, 2018, 09:30 AM. Tokyo Jujutsu Tech High School, Teacher Dormitory Room #004.

Satoru made three knocks and waited for a response, his brows furrowing as the lack of an answer bothered his running thoughts. He swayed and rocked repeatedly, shoving his hands into his uniform's pockets harshly. He clicked his tongue as his head slung to the side limply, his white, silky hair following every movement he made abruptly (or gently). He knows you're in there; he can sense your cursed energy flourishing sharply and alarmingly, yet he couldn't comprehend the lack of an answer or a sign of you even coming out of your room to greet him with your usual, bubbly demeanor. Satoru isn't the greatest with emotions or inner problems. Still, he's been working things out since Suguru left him in 2007, but there is one thing he knows: emotions can significantly affect another person's curse overflow. Just by that knowledge, he can tell something is up with you, but he can't pinpoint the problem. Not like he didn't have a choice, his six eyes were a pain in the ass.

"Hey~! It's Gojo. I bet you recognized the knocks." He began speaking to the door, hoping you would hear him. "Are you still sleeping?" he inquired and fell momentarily silent. His lips, which formed a smile, melted entirely into a neutral semblance as you remained eerily quiet (described by him). Behind that expression, confusion lay mixed with great concern. Going deep into the memories that he had within his mind, little details like your favorite food or your favorite movie popped up. He remembered then what time you usually wake up. It was, without a doubt, 7:00 AM sharp, no later and less. He arrived here around 9:00 AM, where he figured you'd be eating breakfast or having a shower.

"They don't open the door and won't answer any of our calls. We've tried sending Megumi, we've also tried Yuuji. Nanami was so concerned that he went to check up on them himself. Still, no matter how hard we tried, they wouldn't budge at all," Satoru remembered Shoko's words when she pulled him aside to talk about the serious matter, which was you. "We've searched all over the school for them; we even went to neighboring cities in case they've sneaked out to do their missions, but it's all in vain. Satoru, could you help us see what's going on? The door's locked. Try and talk to them. If they're there at all."

He groaned as he scratched the back of his head, his nose scrunching up as he thoroughly assessed the severity of the situation. "Yeah, sure. I can do that; I can do anything," he replied to Shoko at the time, full of confidence, and brushed it off as an easy fix (of course he did). He miscalculated. He always did when it involved feelings and relationships with others. "Listen, I don't know what's going on," he said with a nervous giggle, "but everyone worries for you. They don't even know if you're in the building at all. It's been a month, and I'm their last resort for almost everything, so I'm here pestering you. Don't get me wrong, I'm also worried for you!" he exclaimed after stammering. Good going, Satoru! You fucked it up. He cringed to himself.

"They would like an answer from you, and hey, me too," he continued after a momentary silence of self-judgment. "I know you're in there. You know about my six eyes and how sensitive to curse energy I am. You can try to disguise yourself, but you can't hide from me." he continued with a silly tone, expecting some form of an answer, a giggle, cough, anything, but just like Shoko said, no matter how hard he tried (or them), you wouldn't reply at all. The great Satoru Gojo felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time: discouragement. His brows formed on the blindfold that held captive his icy, crystal-blue eyes. An idea popped into his head. He wasn't sure where it came from, but it was definitely because of all the worrying he's going through for you.

"Hey, how about this? I'll come by every few hours, chat with you, and wait for you to open up, even if it's a repetitive cycle. I have some free time in my schedule occasionally, so I'll spend it having a one-sided conversation with you." He paused, humming softly as he expressed himself with his body language, his palms open and swinging side to side, and his right leg and hip relaxed. "I'm not sure how long it will take for you to return to teaching alongside me, but I'll be there every step of the way. Sounds alright, yeah?" as he inquired, the silence remained unwavering. It will take a bit for him to get used to it, but he'll be able to handle it at some point.

"I can't stay here much longer, though. I have a class to teach and some missions and meetings to attend. That doesn't mean I am not returning to talk to you." Satoru continued assertively. "Give me a few hours, and I'll catch up with you, yeah? I'll talk to you later." as he bid you farewell, he placed a hand on the door, tracing its intricate design with his delicate fingers. His gaze landed on the doorknob. He looked at it expectantly but was disappointed after waiting one or two minutes. He didn't add anything as he began to walk away, the soles of his shoes echoing and announcing his departure.

You felt like you could breathe again when he had left your door. A wheezy-like inhale and exhale escaped your lips, tainted with crimson. Moving is so tricky, especially with all of the pain that you feel all over you. You managed to sit up with a quiet whine and a broken swear. You felt lightheaded and just about ready to throw up your empty insides, but you fought through it. The conversation replayed in your head. You appreciated Satoru coming to you, but it felt like he was forced to do it. Last resort for almost everything...

You hyper-fixated on that sentence alone. The aching in your chest returned twice as horrible as it was the entire month. It weakened you, so you fell right back onto the bed. You began to cough harshly once more. You felt tired after trying to pay so much attention to Satoru's words and imagine every little movement he made. All you could do now was close your eyes and fall asleep soundly (or at least you tried to).

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November 19th, 2018, 10:50 PM.

Knock, knock, knock. It was Satoru once again at your door. "Hey! It's Satoru again. I told you I would come back to chat with you, wouldn't I?" he mused. You could hear the faint sounds of bags being shaken around. "I bought myself some Kikufuku, and I treated the kids to some expensive restaurant food," he began to ramble about his day. "I've got a few meetings to attend after this, so I won't be able to be home by 3 AM again." he sighed with a groan. "It's crazy. This routine is so tiring!" You know many things about a tiring routine, so you understood Satoru's sentiment. Considering the similarities you and Gojo had, you're wondering if this is good or bad for you, but you're not one to complain, so you remained with your eyes and lips shut and your ears perked up to Satoru's voice and words.

On Gojo's side, he spoke to the door again, his iconic smile plastered on his semblance. He raised his fingers, rubbing on the fabric of his blindfold. "We sparred some, and I taught them about Domain Expansions, positive curse energy output and negative ones, and some curse techniques I know." he paused for a second. "Wait, I didn't spar with them. I saw them spar, just for clarification! I'm too strong; I would've accidentally Hollowed Purple them, and I'd be killed for it." such a statement made you snicker, and from the other side of the door, Gojo abruptly paused. He heard a noise, a noise that came from you. That's a good sign. Is he making progress? His mind raced with multiple questions, but he figured he'd need time to get the answer to every singular one. "I hope you cared for yourself there while I was gone," he spoke with a sigh.

"There's not much to talk about. That's the only interesting thing I have today," Gojo said. "It's getting pretty late, too. You must be getting tired." he scratched the back of his head, opening his bags to grab a treat. You heard his happy glee as he munched down the Kikufuku he got for himself. You wished you could eat it beside him and see his cute face, but you'd be in so much pain by just laying eyes on him that everything would spiral out of control, and indeed, you'd die. Gojo wished he'd be able to go in and eat the sweets with you, but he respects everyone's privacy, which not many other sorcerers and students would know about other than you.

"I'm going to go now since I've got stuff to do tonight. I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you much," he said with some regret. It's alright, Satoru. I know you're busy. Thanks for passing by either way. "I'll be back tomorrow, though—exact times maybe a bit earlier if nothing stops me. Goodnight." he bid farewell to you once more, and the rattling of bags and hums went ever so distant with every step he took. Goodnight.

It was a short and lovely conversation, and you appreciated it either way. But that made you tired again, and you only expected pain the next day. You entered a rough slumber in the same position you had been in the entire day, regretfully hoping for tomorrow's vibrant sun to shine through and for Satoru's voice to ring out the slim openings of your door.