Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

The Shibuya Arc: Chasing Echoes

Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I really took my time to plan out the story plot so that the rest of the book could flow. This chapter is super long, so I broke it into two parts, maybe three, depending on how the second part turns out. Warning: Smut is in this chapter! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. As always, your feedback and comments are appreciated.

Part 1 of 2

POV (F/N)

My eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light spilling through sheer white curtains and kissing my eyes. A soft sigh escapes my mouth as my eyes flicker to the open white curtain that frames the full-length window that runs vertically along one wall, stretching up 8ft into the ceiling. It revealed a breathtaking view of the nearby cityscape.

A pang of dull pain radiated through my chest as my mind pushed every memory, I had of Satoru standing in front of that window. I could still vividly recall seeing him leaning against the window frame, his hand rubbing over the planes of his abs as he watched the city wake for the day below him. His baby blue eyes scanned over the surrounding high-rises, seemingly looking beyond, somewhere I could never guess. A look of frustration, no, maybe defeat, was carved into his face.

When I stirred, Satoru would glance back, his expression quickly melting away, shifting from concern to pure warmth. His crystal blue eyes sparkled as they met mine, and a gentle smile unfurled across his lips like the first light of dawn.

Those enchanting blue eyes, usually so vibrant, seemed to shimmer with an overwhelming warmth of love. Tears pricked the edge of my eyes. My lungs tightened, drawing in a sharp breath as an icy grip of pain seized my chest, its cold fingers clutching fiercely and ripping at the fragile remnants of my heart.

A soft, sleepy groan broke the silence, drawing my gaze down to the floor in front of me. There, amid a chaotic tumble of blankets and pillows, lay Megumi Fushiguro, his tousled black hair splayed out in a delightful mess. A gentle smile crept across my lips as I took in the sight of the young man sprawled unceremoniously before me. He was fast asleep, his head tilted slightly to the left, his head craned awkwardly contorted over his shoulder.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest created a rhythmic lull, contrasting sharply with the stark rigidity of the white bed frame behind him, which jutted into his back, likely pulling him away from the restful dreams that enveloped him. A soft, warm glow filled the room, illuminating his peaceful expression and casting flickering shadows that danced delicately across his features. The light accentuated the gentle arch of his brow and the slight curl of his lips, enhancing the tender beauty of the moment. My gaze softened even more, mesmerized by the tranquil sight before me, a fleeting moment of pure peace suspended in time.

 Leaning down, I let a gentle smile spread across my face as I gazed at the sleeping boy, captivated by the serenity of the moment. His features were relaxed, and the soft rise and fall of his chest created a peaceful rhythm in the quiet room. With great care, I reached for a plush pillow, my fingers moving cautiously as I intended to tuck it softly behind his neck. Despite my best efforts to preserve this stillness, the slightest movement stirred him, shattering the tranquility of his slumber.

Megumi's bright blue eyes slowly peeled open. He arched his back in a long, languid stretch, his body unwinding from the cozy cocoon of sleep. Sitting upright, he scanned the room around him, taking in the softly lit surroundings.

"Sorry, Gumi," I offered apologetically. My voice was laced with sincerity as I reached out to tuck a disheveled strand of black hair behind his ear.

For the past two weeks, Megumi had settled onto Satoru's floor each night, creating a makeshift sanctuary amidst the chaos. Since the Shibuya incident, he had remained glued to my side, driven by a sense of responsibility that Satoru Gojo had entrusted him with—watching over me.