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

174 ~ Hundred And Seventy-Four

"Go on. Ask me," Sinichi demanded, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of menace.

It wasn't a request—it was a challenge.

You had every intention of ignoring him for the rest of the night, but it seemed the universe wasn't in your corner. Between the palpable tension crackling between you and Gojo—so intense it felt like you were on the verge of either tearing each other apart or giving in to something far more dangerous—and now having to deal with Sinichi's twisted mind games, your patience was wearing thin.

A flicker of annoyance tightened your brow for a split second before you masked it with a smirk, playing along. "What?" you responded, feigning ignorance, knowing full well what he was angling at, though your thoughts kept drifting back to a certain pair of relentless crystalline blue eyes.

Gojo, lounging in his usual exaggerated manner, shot you a dramatic grimace, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, this is going to be good." He leaned over and beckoned a nearby waiter with a flick of his fingers, whispering something in his ear.

Whatever it was, it was likely absurd—probably some unnecessary indulgence knowing him—but you couldn't focus. The weight of his gaze was burning into you, daring you to keep ignoring him.

Then Sinichi's voice, smooth like dark velvet, drew your attention back. "I know what you really want to ask, Y/N. Why I 'cheated.' Isn't that why you're still so... tense?" His words came out slow, deliberate, practically dripping with provocation, as his eyes narrowed on you with an almost smug satisfaction.

You blinked once, then twice, before rolling your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "Honestly? Not curious," you shrugged, your tone cool, but the truth of your indifference was there.

Before Sinichi could reply, the waiter—who had just finished with Gojo—moved toward him, leaning in to deliver whatever message Gojo had concocted. Sinichi muttered something back, a quiet exchange that only thickened the strange air between them. There was always something off when those two were in the same space, as if they were silently measuring one another.

As the waiter disappeared, Sinichi's eyes flicked back to yours, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "But only if you wanna know..." You could see the challenge in his gaze, the game he wanted to play.

You crossed your arms, giving him a bored stare. "Yeah, go ahead," you replied, voice laced with a mix of indifference and sarcasm. "Tell us why you cheated."

Gojo, ever the showman, let out an exaggerated gasp, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh no, scandalous!" His grin widened as he stretched his legs out further, now reclining so casually it was almost obnoxious.

Blatantly disregarding Gojo's theatrics, Sinichi's expression darkened, his smirk sharpening into something more sinister, the edges of his mouth curling up like a predator toying with its prey. "Because, princess..." His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth, like the slow draw of a knife against skin. "You deserved better than me, better than what I could give. But I'm not the kind of man who lets something valuable slip through his fingers."

The tension in the room thickened, buzzing with the unspoken energy that now filled the space between you. It was suffocating, and yet, somewhere in the static, Gojo's ever-present smirk faltered. He drummed his fingers against the back of Mei Mei's chair, his other hand snapping sharply in the direction of the waiter. "Hey, can I get some popcorn for this?" His tone was playful, his grin unbothered, but his eyes—crystal clear and piercing—never left you. There was something simmering beneath the surface, a possessiveness barely masked by the humor in his voice.

Sinichi took note of Gojo's subtle reactions. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction, clearly enjoying the ripple effect he was causing.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" You tried to match Sinichi's composure, though Gojo's presence—his eyes burning into you from across the table—made it difficult.

The shots you'd downed earlier were finally starting to settle, leaving you buzzed, but not enough to lose control.

The black-haired man shrugged, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it. "My family was in debt. My old man made a deal with Miyu's folks. It's the type of thing where they trade their kid like a damn pawn to settle a balance."

You stiffened, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. Beside you, Nanami, who had been quiet until now, stirred. His voice cut through the thick atmosphere. "And what's your point?"

"Never cheated," Sinichi drawled, eyes flicking toward you before settling on Nanami, his tone nonchalant yet taunting. "Even sent word through your brother. The message I got back? You didn't care. You get how brutal that was, right?"

Your chest tightened at the mention of your brother. Some of the memories were blurry, hazy enough that you couldn't be sure if Sinichi was telling the truth or playing another of his sick games.

Gojo, still lounging with that devil-may-care attitude, was now watching you closely, his playful demeanor cracking ever so slightly. But it was Nanami who leaned forward, his voice steady. "You alright, Y/N?"

"Peachy," you muttered, forcing a smile, though it didn't reach your eyes.

The truth was, you weren't fine. You felt exposed, unsettled, like the ground beneath you was slowly crumbling.

"Let's have dinner sometime. I'll fill in the gaps." He continued.

You paused, weighing your options. The air was thick with Gojo's presence, his irritation barely concealed by the casual mask he wore. Still, you shrugged. "I'll think about it."

Gojo's brow twitched, a silent protest, but for once, he kept quiet. You weren't even sure if he cared—or if he just didn't want to show it.

Shoko, on the other hand, let out a low whistle, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, is that an invitation? Should we all start taking bets on how this ends?"

Sinichi chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Maybe. Guess we'll see."

The tension was briefly broken as Nanami spun the bottle in the center of the table, and when it landed on Mei Mei, he shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "Truth or dare," he mumbled, clearly not enjoying this part of the game.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, glancing at his obvious discomfort. "Nanami, you're really not made for this kind of thing."

He sighed, pushing up his glasses with a subtle twitch of annoyance. "Don't tease me, Y/N."

Gojo chuckled, his playful energy returning in full force. "Come on, Nana-min, loosen up a bit. This is supposed to be fun."

Mei Mei, always composed, winked at Nanami as she made her choice. "Truth. I wouldn't dream of passing up a chance to watch you squirm."

Nanami grimaced slightly. "What's the best place to live?"

Mei Mei chuckled, swirling her drink. "I expected something juicier, but fine. If I wanted to become someone new, I'd head north. If I wanted to find my old self again... I'd go south."

You and Gojo exchanged a glance, rolling your eyes in unison. "Boring," you both muttered at the same time, your voices melding together in a rare moment of synchronicity. Shoko chuckled, shaking her head.

"Seriously, where's the fun in that?" Gojo added, his smirk firmly back in place. But even with the playful banter, you couldn't shake the feeling of Gojo's gaze still burning into you, the unresolved tension simmering just beneath the surface.

Utahime's turn came next. She spun the bottle, and it landed on Nanami. A pause hung in the air, and then she flashed a sly grin. "Truth or dare?"

Nanami, always predictable, sighed before answering, "Truth." Of course. The man had discipline running through his veins—no one expected him to go for something as reckless as a dare.

"Hypothetically speaking, would you consider dating Y/N if the opportunity arose?" Utahime asked, a playful glimmer in her eyes. Her tone was laced with mischief, clearly trying to provoke Gojo.

The question hit harder than you expected. You blinked, and from the corner of your eye, you caught Gojo stiffen, his expression barely changing, but his jaw clenched just enough for you to notice. His hand, resting lazily on his knee, tightened into a fist before relaxing again.

"What kind of question is that, Utahime?" Gojo's voice carried that usual edge of mockery.

Utahime leaned back casually, raising an eyebrow. "What? Aren't you all curious?" Then turned her attention back to Nanami. "Well?"

The blonde met her gaze with the same calm indifference he approached most things. "I don't see how that's relevant to this game," he remarked, but Utahime wasn't letting it go.

"Actually," Gojo chimed in, his smile sharp and playful but with an undercurrent of something colder, "I'm curious too."

You shot a quick glance at Gojo, uncertain if he was joking or serious. His gaze lingered on Nanami, but something in his eyes was hard to decipher. Was it jealousy? Perhaps.

"I would," Nanami finally admitted, in the same tone he might use to explain a work assignment—straightforward and without any drama.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. "Really? You would?"

"Yes."

There was something about the certainty in his voice that made you tilt your head, genuinely curious. "Why?"

Before Nanami could answer, Gojo interrupted with a sharp flick of his hand, spinning the bottle in front of him, effectively ending that conversation. "Alright, moving on. My turn."

The bottle spun, clicking against the table, until it landed squarely on you. Of course.

A slow, wicked grin spread across Gojo's face. He leaned back, one long arm draped lazily over the back of his seat, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Truth or dare, Y/N?"

His voice was smooth, daring, and you knew there was no way you could back out of this without hearing about it for the rest of the night. You sighed, weighing your options, and the glint in his eyes told you he was silently daring you to play along.

"Dare," you answered, because what was the worst that could happen?

Gojo's grin deepened, his eyes never leaving yours as he tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. "I dare you..." he started slowly, savoring the moment, "to sit on my lap for the rest of the game." He paused, letting the suggestion settle before adding, "Or... be my plaything for the rest of the night. Your choice."