"I figured it out..." Satoru whispered. "Why it's taking you so long."
He placed his forehead gently against the mirror's cold surface.
"You broke... a barrier of the Archive of Souls. And of the Prison Realm. That might have changed how the realm functions... the one you're in."
A pause.
"You let yourself take the fall for my safety... But I know you're alive." That last part came out softer, a secret murmured just for you.
"Worst case... the ice froze you, too. But it's your energy. Your cursed energy. It won't let you die. It might look like it... But I read those books on your technique. Your cursed energy will always preserve you."
He smiled faintly.
"You get that, right? It'll always protect you. Your cursed energy would never kill you. That's a fact..."
He exhaled shakily.
"As long as you didn't amplify by infinity... right?" He laughed under his breath, but there was no joy in it. "No. No, you wouldn't. You knew the risks. A million, maybe. A billion. But not infinity."
His voice wavered.
"And even if you did... It's your cursed energy. It won't let you die. It never would."
He fell silent for a moment, staring through the glass. Then, quietly:
"And if you did... Then... It's just a theory. As long as it wasn't your brain that fried— as long as your brain is okay—your energy will protect you. Your ice will protect you. It always preserves its owner."
He knelt, pulling something from his pocket: a thin parchment, weathered with age. A heat spell. Ancient. The ink was infused with cursed energy from a sorcerer long dead.
He laid it gently on the mirror's frame and pressed his palm against the ground.
"This should warm you up," he murmured. "You should be back soon. If your ice thaws... you'll be able to come back to me."
He stood.
With one last look at the mirror, he turned away.
"Come back to me, baby..."
And then he walked out—off to finish the final preparations before facing Sukuna. In his pocket: a picture of you. The same one he had been carrying ever since he learned you were trapped.
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December 24th, 2018.
'Can you escape in time to save your husband, Y/N?'
The entity in the realm whispered in a broken voice.
"You know... I see the past. But I also see the future. And your husband? He's walking to his death."
A slow exhale.
"So... can you escape? Or have you given up?"
Your frozen form stood like a fallen angel—still, silent, sculpted in sorrow. But then...
Heat began to seep into the realm.
The current temperature? -250°C. Or -418°F. Twenty-three Kelvin.
Near absolute zero. But not quite.
The spell Satoru left behind was potent. It began to warm the realm—fast. You were lucky. You'd frozen near the gates, and now, you were the first to feel the incoming warmth.
But would you be alive when you thawed?
Or would a corpse fall out of its coffin made of ice?
"You broke my realm like it was glass, and now you're telling me ice is what gets you?" the entity scoffed. "Come on, Goddess. You crossed the cosmos—don't let me down now."
It watched the ice encasing you, slowly beginning to melt. Steam curled from cracks along your shoulders, your chest.
"My realm doesn't just break because you shattered a barrier," it muttered. "It hurts, though. I am the realm, and the realm is me. So... it's like you cut my arm off. I didn't die. But now I have to work around it. And fix it, eventually. Thanks a lot."
A dry laugh.
"Can you even hear me? Look at me, rambling like an old man..."
The temperature climbed.
10°C.
"Wow... someone sure left a hell of a spell. You better get out quick—if you're alive, that is. Otherwise, you might just burn alive instead." It leaned in, watching the ice drip down your body. "I see why your ice is melting like it's 50... when it's barely 10."
It chuckled, whispering now.
"Your cursed energy is fighting for you. It wants you out. Out of my realm."
The ice melted from your fingers. Your shoulders. Your chest. Your heart.
"So... am I right?" it asked, now impatient.
One second...
Two...
Three, four, five.
No response. No breath. No twitch.
You looked pale. Limp. Dead.
And then, the ice cracked from your lips.
A single breath.
Sharp. Cold. Alive.
The entity gasped, its full attention now on you.
"Well, well..." it murmured, watching as the last frost melted from your skin.
Your eyes opened.
And the entity grinned, wide and wild.
"Welcome back, Goddess of Jujutsu," it laughed.
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| Pinky Promise | S. Gojo x Reader
Romance"Pinky promise, Satoru?" A young Y/N held her pinky out, looking at the cold boy's icy eyes with her warm ones. He interlocked his little finger with hers and spoke in the warmest tone he could use. A small smile formed on his face. "Pinky prom...
