𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 || Megumi Fushiguro × F!Reader ||

Chapter 7 ~|Things Are Getting Hot|~

-"Mount Yuji!"-
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"Nah, I'm having fun." Gojo sneers at the volcano looking spirit.

"You're having fun?" Jogo has to hold back his laugh as he smirks cockily at the sorcerer.

Bringing his hands in front of him, in an aiming motion, several bugs with long stylets come charging towards Gojo. Buzzing, with wings that flap in high speeds.

The six foot man looks like he couldn't give a fuck, though the creatures did pique his curiosity. He just stood there, a grin creasing his lips as he brings up two fingers.

All the strange creatures come to an abrupt halt. As if there was an invisible barrier surrounding him. Twitching within his telepathic hold, determined to strike.

"I wonder what would've happened if this hit me?" He says to himself with a smile.

The weird bug things start to grin, little mischievous smirks across their "faces". They start to produce a strange noise. A sound that would echo through your ears at night.

All of them synchronize in a nail scratching blackboard chorus of buzzing and screeches. Eyes bulging from the pain they were in, before fucking blowing up. Effortlessly, Gojo jumps out of the explosions reach.

Jogo watches with his single measly eyeball, with shock, but he's overall impressed, as to how Gojo avoided his attack of bugs.

"It's a two-pronged strategy of sound and explosion. How clever." The best comments.

Without a second to lose, Jogo strikes again. Aiming a palm towards Gojo's head. His hand "impacts" his head in a slapping motion. Where the sorcerer's head once rested, is now home to a burning flame.

"I'm not done yet!" Jogo remarks with confidence.

With another strike of his palm against the man's chest, a big burst of fire, lava and everything hot comes shooting out towards the "headless" Satoru. The sight of his body being flung back makes the curse squint.

"...So that's what it is. It turns out I underestimated the weak." His voice dark and certain.

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Where did he go?

The beat up Jogo thinks to himself. Gojo had disappeared after giving him a good kicking. It's just after he tumbled in a struggle to his feet, that he realized the man had vanished.

"Sorry. Sorry." The tall white haired man apologizes.

The single eyed gaze of Jogo lands on him, as he lands on the water in the distance. Satoru stands tall and casually, as if he isn't literally walking and standing on water.

Not to mention he's carrying two living, breathing teenagers. Your limp body swings in Gojo grasp. You floppily lift your hanging head to look up at the cursed spirit in front of the three of you.

You had just woken up from your little nap, when Gojo decided to pop out of no where, pick you up and take you with him like a handbag.

Apparently he brought Yuji along too. Who's currently flailing his arms and kicking his legs. He won't shut up and just keeps asking where the hell we are. Which you're obviously wondering too.

Sweat dripping from his forehead as his eyes dart around his surroundings. Until his gaze finally falls upon Jogo. With a precise pointing finger at Jogo, Yuji exclaims.

"Mount Fuji! That's Mount Fuji on his head!!"

His stupid observation makes you chuckle, but also makes your eyebrows furrow at his childishness. Sure, you thought almost the same thing, but ain't no way you're admitting that.