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

167 ~ Hundred And Sixty-Seven

[G]oing on a mission with Gojo was something else entirely. Sure, you knew he was strong—he never let anyone forget it—but watching him in action like this? It was borderline ridiculous. No, scratch that—it was completely ridiculous.

You'd seen him fight before, but nothing like this. Nothing compared to this insane death march schedule he'd set up for himself. What the hell was this? Five missions in a single night, and that was him taking it easy? And all because he wasn't using teleportation. You didn't even want to think about how many more missions he'd cram in if he did.

The first one, he let you tag along, made it look easy as hell—taking down two special grade curses with a single Reverse Cursed Technique: Red, and he did it while holding onto you.

Why the hell was he holding you anyway? Not that you minded the whole 'being saved' thing, but... really? Then, during the second mission, it clicked.

His Limitless technique—he was subtly manipulating the space between you and the curses, keeping you safely within his infinity. You couldn't even get close to him, but he could draw you in whenever he felt like it. Perfect. Just another way for him to have total control. Now you were stuck playing damsel while he blasted through curses left and right.

But... you had to admit, watching him in his element was something else. Cool? Yeah. And if you were being honest, the whole 'little princess' thing wasn't so bad when he was the one doing all the dirty work.

Each mission took him about ten minutes, tops. The real killer was the drive between them—long hours cooped up in a car with Gojo, who somehow seemed completely unbothered by it all. Of course, you kept quiet. No complaints when the guy was juggling this many missions like they were nothing. But still, it was weird.

Why wasn't he teleporting everywhere like he usually did? You realized it wasn't just because of Yuki's interference, like you'd initially thought.

Nah, the real reason was more obvious. He wanted to be with you, to spend time with you, even if it meant driving from one prefecture to the next like some kind of twisted road trip.

By the time he was onto his fourth mission of the day, Gojo shot you one of those devastating smirks that made your stomach flip. He handed you a bento box with the kind of casual confidence only he could pull off. "Eat up. I'll finish this one quick and be back in no time," he promised, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

You were about to make some smart remark, probably something sarcastic about him being too cocky for his own good, when suddenly he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a quick kiss that left you blinking.

What. The. Hell.

Before you could even process it, he was out of the car, already heading off to exorcise the next curse like he hadn't just casually kissed you in the middle of a mission.

Your heart was still racing. He wanted you to just sit here and eat while he risked his life out there? Yeah, right. He might be the strongest, but that didn't mean you couldn't worry. A little. Maybe. Okay, fine—a lot. Guilty as charged. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud, of course.

The truth was, he didn't need you here at all. Not to drive, not to help with the veil, not even to exorcise the curses. You were useless, sitting there in the passenger seat with food in your lap, staring out at the empty stretch of road. The realization hit you hard. You'd been brought along because he wanted you there, not because he needed you.

You shifted in the seat, trying to distract yourself with the bento, but your thoughts kept spiraling back to him.

He could've easily teleported, finished this whole mission spree hours ago. But teleporting used a crazy amount of cursed energy—more than you'd realized. It wasn't just snapping his fingers and popping from one place to the next. It required focus, intense mental calculations to manipulate the space around him. Even for Gojo, that kind of constant warping would take a toll. And you... you were extra baggage, dragging him down.

Except he didn't see it that way.

No, he made time for you, even with the brutal mission load. He made sure you had everything you needed, even went out of his way to grab dinner between curses. It was ridiculous how he balanced it all. And the kiss? That was just Gojo being Gojo, right? Except now, sitting in the car, waiting for him to come back, your lips still tingled from where he'd kissed you.

He'd told you to eat, but how could you? Not when the usual sound of his obnoxious teasing, or his attempts at off-key karaoke, were missing from the silence. The car felt too quiet without him. Lonely. Especially after a whole day of having him so close, his presence filling every moment, saturating every breath. You waited for him to return, ignoring the food in your lap.