Random Anime Oneshots

Gojo x Reader

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The old shrine had long since collapsed into itself, its gates leaning crooked, wood eaten by moss and weather. The only thing still alive there was the sound of music.

A biwa, low and mournful, carried on the evening wind.

Gojo Satoru stood outside the cracked torii, head tilted, sunglasses slipping down his nose as though even his Limitless couldn't keep the sound from pulling him forward. His white hair bobbed slightly with each lazy step as he muttered to himself.

"So this is where my little goth ghost is hiding, huh?"

Rumors had reached him weeks ago. Whispers of Thirteen. A cursed girl who was neither curse nor sorcerer. A bad omen who walked in black and left destruction in her wake. Most sorcerers dismissed it as superstition. But Gojo... Gojo had been intrigued the moment he heard curses wouldn't touch her.

Now, hearing that melancholy plucking from inside the shrine, he felt his grin widen.

He pushed through the sagging gate.

Inside, seated cross-legged on the rotting wood of the shrine steps, was a girl draped in black. Her hair curtained her face, but not enough to hide the heavy shadows under her eyes. Her fingers danced along the strings of her biwa, coaxing out a sound that was both eerie and tender, like grief given voice.

Gojo almost whistled in appreciation, but the moment his foot touched the step, the wood cracked.

He blinked.

"Oh? Bad luck already?"

The plank snapped entirely, and he dropped through the floor up to his knee. He wobbled, cursed under his breath, then yanked himself free with exaggerated annoyance.

The girl had stopped playing. Her eyes—ringed, wary—snapped up to him.

The moment their gazes met, she bolted.

"Wait, wait, wait—hold on!" Gojo called, hopping after her, his long strides eating the distance. "I'm not here to—oh, come on, don't run!"

But she did run. She darted barefoot across the shrine grounds, her black clothes flaring behind her. Gojo sighed, adjusted his sunglasses, and gave chase.

That was when the roof collapsed.

With no warning, the entire top of the shrine groaned and fell inward. Beams and tiles rained down right where Gojo had been standing. He had to flick his Infinity up to avoid being crushed.

"...Okay," he muttered, watching the debris scatter harmlessly before it touched him. "That wasn't normal."

The girl—Thirteen—didn't even glance back. She sprinted for the woods, clutching her biwa to her chest.

The chase lasted three days.

Every time Gojo got close, something happened.

Day one: the bridge he tried to cross snapped in half. He had to catch himself with cursed energy mid-fall while Y/N scrambled up the far bank and vanished.

Day two: a pack of curses tried to ambush him, only for them to be crushed by a sudden landslide. Gojo just stood there in the dust, hands in his pockets, thinking, Well. That explains the rumors.

Day three: a flock of crows divebombed him as he finally cornered her near a half-abandoned street. His sunglasses cracked down the middle, feathers sticking out of his hair. Y/N, wide-eyed, slipped down an alley before he could even finish laughing.