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

185 ~ Hundred And Eighty-Five

[T]here was no resistance left in you as you melted into his arms, surrendering to the warmth that enveloped you. His heartbeat thrummed against your ear, a steady reminder of his presence, yet it felt so fragile, like a thread that could snap at any moment.

Concern laced your voice as you glanced up at him, searching his eyes. "You alright, Satoru?" The words felt heavy on your tongue, layered with an unspoken worry.

He wasn't hurt; you knew that. This was Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer—untouchable, invincible. Yet the vulnerability in his gaze tore at you.

"You really don't get it, do you?" His voice was almost a whisper, laced with something deeper, something that made your heart ache. "The way you've turned my world upside down? You've practically ruined me." His attempt at humor fell flat, the weight of his words made your heart skipped.

Ruin. It wasn't destruction in the way most would think. No, he wasn't talking about the kind of ruin that crumbles buildings or shatters glass. This was different—an unraveling, a vulnerability he only showed you, here in the silence where his masks fell away.

"I don't want to ruin you," you murmured, your fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, trying to ground yourself in the feel of his skin beneath yours. "I just... I wish you could see yourself the way I do. The way I love you—not for your strength or your title, but for the person beneath it all. You're so much more than what the... world sees."

His breath caught at your words, the vulnerability in your voice enveloping him like a tide. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck—warm and tender—stirring a deep, simmering fire within you. The playful spark that usually danced in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by an intense openness that was both mesmerizing and daunting.

"I don't know if you see this, or if you even care," you whispered, your heart pounding as you fought to keep your composure. "But I don't need you for your strength, or because you're handsome. I told you before, didn't I?" You pulled back slightly, just enough to avoid his gaze, the truth burning in your chest. "I'm not special. I have nothing to offer you that you can't find in someone else."

"Y/N, that's not true—"

"Please, Satoru," you interrupted, raising a hand to halt his words, your heart racing. "Just... let me finish."

You took a shaky breath, struggling to keep your emotions at bay. Each word felt like a weight pressing down on you, threatening to break you.

"I'm just... ordinary. I know that, and I know my place. But I don't love you because I need something from you. I love you because... you've made it impossible not to fall for you."

The vulnerability in your gaze met his, and you could see the way his eyes softened, the realization of your truth striking him deep. He was everything—a pillar of strength to the world, yet here, he stood before you, stripped bare.

"So, if one day you decide you don't want my love anymore... if you decide I'm not worth it..." Your voice trembled slightly, each syllable a dagger to your heart. "Just tell me. I'll walk away. I've learned to cope with loss, with people leaving. I can manage it. I'll be fine. Eventually... I'll be okay."

The words clawed their way out, and before you could finish, he pulled you into a fierce embrace.

No words came from him, but the strength of his hold said everything you needed to hear. It was a promise—a vow that he wouldn't let you go.

But then, Gojo chuckled softly, a sound that radiated warmth rather than his usual teasing tone. "I've nearly lost you once. I'd be a complete fool to let that happen again."

His gaze sparkled with sincerity and mischief, and for a moment, your heart fluttered. But before you could fully digest the weight of his words, he tried to lighten the mood with one of his signature jests. "Seriously, are you sure you're not a daifuku or something? You're so sweet, I swear I could just—"

He didn't finish that thought.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your cheeks, nipping at them as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the wetness left behind—a stark reminder of the tears you had shed; tears he had unintentionally brought forth. Just last night, he had promised he wouldn't hurt you, yet here you were, caught in a storm of emotions, teetering on the edge of heartbreak.

You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hoodie sleeve, the soft fabric grounding you. "What do you think you're doing?" Your voice trembled, balancing embarrassment and affection.

"Just checking for salt," he replied, inspecting your cheek with mock seriousness. "Not too salty, but definitely sweet. You might need a little more sugar, though."

Rolling your eyes, you allowed a small smirk to break through despite the heaviness in your heart. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Ridiculous? Sure," he nodded, leaning closer, the playful spark returning. "But I'm also the strongest sorcerer. And I'm pretty sure that ridiculousness is part of what makes you love me."

His confidence was infectious, and for a brief moment, the weight of your earlier confessions felt lighter.

"Anyway," you tried to distance yourself, almost as if fleeing from the weight of the moment. "Isn't my ride supposed to be here soon? It feels like I've been waiting forever—"

But Gojo wasn't about to let you slip away so easily. Yuki had warned him, along with Nanami and Shoko. If he allowed you to leave now, without showing you he could shoulder your emotions, history would inevitably repeat itself. He stepped closer, the warmth radiating from him searing into your back, his cursed energy wrapping around you, holding you steady.

"Listen," he urged, his tone gentle yet unyielding. "You could never be a burden. You've transformed my world in ways I... never thought possible. The way you see me, the love you give—it's everything. You're not ordinary; you're extraordinary."

"Do you truly mean that?" you murmured from over your shoulder, back turned to him, the question hanging heavily in the air.

A flicker of hurt crossed his face, a moment of vulnerability before he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your left shoulder. His breath danced against the skin of your neck and ear, a soft warmth that both comforted and unsettled you.

"You're stuck with me, Y/N. No escaping that," Gojo's voice was steady, yet there was a tenderness threaded through it. He took a deep breath, the weight of his next words tangible. "And if I ever hurt you again... I swear, I'll spend every day trying to make it right. That's not just a promise—it's a vow."

Despite the calm exterior you tried to maintain, his words undid something deep within you. It wasn't just what he said—it was how he said it, the sincerity in his voice that tore down the last pieces of the wall you had built around your heart.

You inhaled, steadying yourself before you relented, "Alright... deal." There was no lightness in your tone, just the raw honesty of someone who had been hurt too many times. "But you have to promise to stop being the reason... I cry."

His laughter followed, soft but tinged with something more than concern, almost like he was trying to lighten the heaviness between you. "I can't help it if you look so damn cute when you get emotional," he teased, the familiar Gojo mischief slipping back in. "It's basically your superpower."

"Satoru," your voice came out low, a mix of resignation and something that bordered on amusement.

He straightened, planting a quick kiss to your temple with a gentleness that belied the strength he always carried. "Okay, enough of the heavy stuff. How about we grab some daifuku? You can pick whatever you want."

The way he switched the mood so effortlessly should've been predictable—it was Gojo, after all—but still, it made something inside you relax.

A genuine, soft laugh escaped you, not loud but enough to ease the tension that had been wrapped so tightly around your chest. "You're just looking for an excuse to binge on sweets again, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," he confessed, his grin spreading wide, the playful pout he put on absurdly charming. "But come on, sharing sweets with you is the best part. So, what do you say? You in for a little indulgence?"

You raised a brow, a small flicker of that guarded demeanor slipping back in. "Only if you promise to share," you countered.

His reply was quiet, almost too gentle for someone like Gojo. "Always." The single word carried more weight than any teasing comeback could. You knew he wasn't just referring to sharing sweets.