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

193 ~ Hundred And Ninety-Three

[T]he moment you uttered the question, "When are we supposed to leave for the mission?" the thick air in the room shifted ever so slightly. It was subtle, but the tension that had been brewing amongst the men dissolved, giving way to the more pressing matters at hand as all eyes shifted to Yaga.

The principal sighed, running a hand through his hair, before reaching for his cup of tea. He took a slow sip, as if buying himself time to refocus the group. "Tomorrow evening," he eventually replied, sounding like he had already made peace with whatever chaos might follow. "Since Utahime's headed to Kyoto too, we can knock out two missions in one go."

"I see." Your tone was cool as you processed the information, but then you turned to Gojo, your words coming out smoother, a touch playful. "Give me some more of your reversed cursed energy."

Gojo cocked an eyebrow and let out a mock sigh, his lips curling into a playful pout. "Always so demanding." Still, his hand found yours easily, fingers grazing over your skin as he fed his cursed energy into you. The warmth from his energy flowed like a slow, intimate current, easing the soreness and numbness from your body, but he made sure not to overdo it—he knew exactly what you were asking for, and what you weren't.

"Not too much, right?" His voice was teasing, the cocky lilt unmistakable.

You smirked, sensing the game beneath his words, but pulled away, your body now lighter as the aches began to fade. "Thanks," you murmured, stretching as you rose to your feet. "Think I'll stop by Shoko's while I'm at it."

Before you could even take a step, Gojo's voice chimed in, whining playfully from behind. "Nooo, babe, you're trying to get rid of my hard work, aren't you?" You didn't need to look to know exactly what he was talking about—the marks, the hickeys, scattered like a signature over your skin, evidence of his handiwork from the past few nights.

"Unfortunately, yeah." Your response was casual, knowing full well the playful smirk tugging at his lips behind you. "Can't wear my uniform with all of them on display, right?"

Gojo's whine shifted into something more calculated, his tone dropping to a low murmur, laced with an edge of possessiveness. "Oh? Gonna erase them just like that?"

You shot a glance over your shoulder, catching the gleam in his eyes—amusement sparkling there as always. It felt almost like a silent promise or warning, a threat that if you even dared to try anything, he'd have to start all over again.

"Catch you later, Nanami-san, Yaga-san."

With that, you slipped out of the room, leaving the weight of your presence still lingering in the air. The door clicked shut, and for a moment, the silence was thick, heavier than before.

Yaga was the first to break it, letting out a tired grunt as he placed his cup down. His gaze shifted to Gojo, a hint of disapproval etched into his expression. "You're treading on dangerous ground, Satoru."

The strongest didn't even blink, leaning back lazily on the couch, still wearing that smug grin. "Dangerous is my middle name, Principal."

Yaga's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not amused by the flippancy. "She's not some random sorcerer you can just play around with."

The playful glint in Gojo's eyes didn't falter, but his smirk grew sharper, darker, as if Yaga's warning only added fuel to the fire. "Believe me, I'm not playing."

From his place near the door, Nanami let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his glasses with a tired, exasperated air. "You're insufferable."

Gojo chuckled, the sound rich and low, as he casually draped an arm over the back of the couch. "Yeah, but you still love me."

"Try not to drag her into your mess, Gojo." The blonde uttered in silent warning, before turning away.

The older man watched Nanami leave before his gaze returned to Gojo. There was a weight to his look, a kind of warning that only came from years of dealing with the strongest sorcerer's antics. "Even the strongest sorcerer can lose someone important, Satoru."

Gojo's grin softened, but his eyes still gleamed with that same unshakable confidence. "Not this time, Yaga."

***

"Hey, Shoko."

"Well, if it isn't Y/N gracing us with her presence," the brunette muttered dryly, barely glancing up from her paperwork. She had been in the middle of a conversation with Utahime when you walked in, her usual cigarette dangling lazily between her fingers. "Judging by that look, someone had a really eventful weekend."

You scoffed, a smirk creeping up on your lips. "Question. How good is your reverse curse technique? Can it fix... anything?"

Shoko leaned back in her chair, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Depends. What are we talking about here? Actual injuries, or is this Gojo-related?"

You hesitated for a moment, then tugged off your hoodie, revealing the black tank top underneath. But that wasn't what earned the quick intake of breath from Utahime or the raised eyebrow from Shoko.

"Wait... are those what I think they are?" Utahime stammered, her face turning an unmistakable shade of pink as she tried to keep her composure. She cleared her throat awkwardly, though her wide eyes betrayed her.

"Yup," you sighed, shaking your head slightly. "Unfortunately, they don't come with a warning label."

Shoko stubbed out her cigarette and stood, gesturing to an empty seat. "I can take care of it. Though honestly, letting them fade naturally might be better. Builds character, you know."

"No thanks. I've got a mission tomorrow, and I don't think 'covered in hickeys' is part of the dress code." You plopped down beside Utahime, crossing your arms.

Utahime looked you over with a mix of disbelief and curiosity before muttering, "Was he trying to eat you or something?"

You groaned, shooting her a glance. "Don't even get me started. There's more hickeys than skin at this point."

Shoko chuckled, stepping closer and placing a hand on your shoulder as she began her work. "Guess that's what you get for being with Satoru. Seriously, though, how long does he go for you to end up looking like this?"

You blinked, thinking for a second. "I dunno... maybe 10, 15 times? I lost count after a while."

Both women went dead silent, staring at you like you'd grown a second head.

Utahime coughed, trying to hide her shock. "Hold on. You're saying what now?"

Shoko paused mid-heal, sighing. "Okay, someone needs to fill her in."

You raised an eyebrow, confused. "What are you two on about?"

The brunette's tone remained flat as she responded, "Most guys? Four, maybe five rounds max before they're done. You're talking double digits, Y/N. That's... not human."

Utahime shook her head slowly. "And yet, you're still standing. You're tougher than I thought."

Your eyes widened in realization. "Wait, so that's not... normal?"

"Nope," Utahime muttered, rubbing her temples. "Not unless your boyfriend is a walking energy and stamina factory."

Shoko shrugged in agreement, her expression resigned. "Has to be the Six Eyes and Limitless. His energy regeneration is practically flawless. It's like he's a perpetual motion machine, especially when it comes to endurance."

Utahime flashed you a thumbs-up, grinning. "Honestly, props to you for surviving. No one else could pull that off."

"Yeah," Shoko smirked with a nod, "I don't think anyone could, besides you."

"Well, he did heal me up before going at it again, I guess," you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

This caused the brunette to paused, her lips curling into a suppressed smile. "Oh, a real gentleman, huh? That's quite the revelation." Her tone dripped with hints of sarcasm as she resumed focusing on healing the marks.

Utahime leaned back in her chair, disbelief written all over her face. "So you're telling me that he healed you with his reverse cursed technique... and then just kept going? I thought he could only heal himself with that." Her voice was a mix of horror and fascination.

"More like he let me absorb his reverse cursed energy to heal myself." You shrugged, an exasperated smile forming. "But what can I say? Satoru just doesn't know when to quit."

"Doesn't know when to stop?" Shoko raised an eyebrow. "More like he doesn't even acknowledge the concept. You're basically dealing with an endless well of cursed energy—and ego."

"Sounds like he's turned it into some kind of endurance sport," Utahime muttered, clearly still processing the absurdity of it all. "I can't even imagine."

You chuckled dryly. "Neither could I—until it happened. And now, well..."

Shoko shook her head with a grin, finishing up the last of the healing. "You must've made quite an impression on him, if he's this relentless."

"I'm starting to think it's less about me and more about him trying to set a personal record," you groaned, leaning back in the chair as you stretched your shoulders.

Utahime glanced at Shoko with an amused smirk. "Y/N's dealing with a whole other breed of crazy. And here I thought having to put up with him in meetings was bad enough."

Shoko stepped back, strolling to her seat as she lit another cigarette, a short laugh escaping her lips. "Meetings are a cakewalk compared to this. At least in meetings, you can just walk away."

"Or throw something at him when he gets too annoying," Utahime added.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Believe me, I've been tempted. But then he flashes that stupid smile of his, and suddenly... well, I forget why I was mad."

"Classic Satoru," Shoko said with a knowing look. "He's impossible to stay mad at for long, but also impossible not to want to smack sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Utahime scoffed. "More like all the time. And yet somehow, you're still alive to talk about it. That's... impressive, Y/N."

You shrugged again. "I guess I've just gotten used to his ridiculousness."

Shoko let out a small sigh. "Well, there. You're all set. Just try not to let him mark you up too badly before your mission tomorrow, alright?"

"No promises," you grinned, getting up from the chair. "But I'll try."

Utahime raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Try harder, or we'll have to start calling you Spotty instead of Y/N."

"Got it. I'll take that under advisement," you replied, chuckling as you made your way to the door. You paused, turning back to add, "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Need to get ready for that mission."