𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | J. kaisen x child!reader

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You pressed your back against the wall as the crowd past. You were getting closer to whatever Sune had guided you to visit. But a crowd had blocked your path. Their voices knocked at your ears. Their feet knocking against the street. You held your ears, your long coat not pulled down all the way, your shins feeling someone brush them. You froze at the foreign touch on your skin. Everyone towered over you as they past.

Everything was moving so fast, it was overloading your senses. Blocking the voice of Sunekosuri out. Too much sound, you had never heard more than one voice at a time. Your eyes stay unblinking, staring down at you coat to avoid seeing anything other than yourself. Your shoulders hunched as the sound of voices rang against your ear drums, ringing and spinning in your head as you try to block out the sound desperately.

The sound was hammering at you, no matter how hard to tried to block it out the explosive sound of chatter, relentless sound, rung at every part of your body. Every brush of someone's dress would shock you. You were heaving loudly. Your throat felt as if it where closing up under the pressure of sound. Your body broke out into a cold sweat. And your head rocked against the wall. Your surgical mask aiding in your comfort.

The familiar feeling of the soft fabric gently brushing your cheek helped you breath. And the cold feeling consuming your skin helped you calm down. But despite Sunekosuri's best efforts to calm you. Your lungs still felt tight, labored, and tired. You hand to remind yourself to breath. And the strange pressure in your lungs brought tears to your eyes.

The salty beads fell from your eyes. The sound of chatter and footsteps being replaced by a relentless ringing. You blinked slowly. Opening your eyes, welcomed by the feeling of darkness. Someone had covered your eyes. With a cloth. You felt a fingertip leave your face. Sunekosuri had guided you to accept the feeling, using his own influence on you to let the other calm you down.

Your breathing had slowed. And the pressure in your lungs and throat had let up. The cloth stayed on your face for a couple of minutes, letting you completely relax into the feeling of your hair being rubbed backwards gently. The hand was large compared to your head. They pulled the cloth off your face. And you held your eyes closed for a few more seconds. Before opening them, your hear Sunekosuri's breathing inside your head. It was calming, you rarely heard him do anything's besides talk. So hearing him breathe made you feel as if you could breathe as well.

You cracked your eyes open slowly, your vision coming back to you after taking a second to adjust to you surroundings. You seemingly made eye contact with a man, watching him adjust his dark sunglasses. Pushing his white hair up. He smiled at you. "Hey buddy.. You okay?" He questioned. And you silently nodded as an answer. The crowd was gone. And the man continued petting your hair After he was done adjusting his sunglasses

"That was quite the scare wasn't it? You don't like crowds, is that it?"

He smiled softly and nodded when you did as well. "My names' Gojo Satoru, yours kiddo?" You sat in silence, looking up at him with worried eyes as you thought of what to say. "Y/n." You could tell by his eyebrows he squinted. "No last name?" He asked, and you shook your head. Earning a short 'Aight' from the older man.

He stood up after rocking on his heels slightly, tucking on of his hands into his pocket while the other reached down to you. And you grabbed his hand, your hand fit inside his perfectly, him being able to wrap his whole hand around your smaller one. He lifted you up. Yet, not letting go of your hand. "You parents?" You shook your head once again. And he quirked an eyebrow.

Could this be the reason they didn't have a name? Gojo thought as he looked down at the child who held his hand with a weak grip. "All right.. Wanna look for em?" You shook your head once again, and by your blunt or wordless answers he knew communication could be hard for a child with no parents. So yes and no questions were the way to go.

"Diddly darn- where do I even take you?" You own a house? Oh wait! Yuji's dorm!"

Both of you started walking, walking closer to wherever Sunekosuri had influenced you to go. You didn't expect to continue walking in that direction, but it was a welcomed surprise. You heard Sunekosuri start talking inside your head. 'That's Gojo, that's- ABAGABAHAGA, he's shorter than I thought? You're telling me this guys the one who stood a fight against Sukuna?! Pffft!  Sukuna must've gotten weak!' You smacked them side of your head slightly, earning a yelp from Gojo, causing Sunekosuri to cackle.

"Why'd you hit yourself!?" His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was slightly open, looking as if someone just insulted him as he looked down at you. "Bug." He deadpanned, pursing his lips, looking slightly disgusted. But his disgusted face dropped playfully, the smile returning to his face quickly after he poked your forehead, "Good reflexes, did you kill it?" You nodded. Looking back down.

You didn't like looking at him. He was much taller than what you thought people looked like. Sunekosuri had quieted down after the first shock of what the 'strongest' looked like. You adjusted your surgical mask. Closing your eyes and furrowing you eyebrows. It looked as if you were mad in your sleep, but in actuality; you were going to Sunekosuri face to face for directions. He had the same markings as you. And you watched the ink like patterns swirl on his skin.

"I don't like it, let's go back." You spoke of the city, and all of the disarray that came along with the overpopulation. Sunekosuri frowned. Sighting with a roll of his eyes. He smiled down at you, his thick eyebrows raising as he looked down at his vessel. "He would've known I would get stuck with this vessel." You shrunk at his words. And he stood from the water of your mind. "Then suddenly the vessel is me.." he sighed, circling you. Brushing the hair out of his face with he finger.

He kneeled in front of you, completely ignoring what you said. He lifted your face with his nail. "We're too different people, so if you'd like to live. Do what the hell I tell you or I'll rip your throat out." That's what you heard. But that's not what he said. What he saying was much more poetic than the simple threat your mind processed it as.

"We're too different people, I live for the praise, the awe, the satisfaction, and the love. And you, a mere human, lives for the peace, the quiet, and the love." His idea of love was much different from yours, and you knew that without knowing what his way of love was. You just knew it was different. He started up again. "A live my life without bitches telling me how to live. And you, you live following orders, and in turn, both our lives make us happy, do they not?" You shook your head at him, his nail pressing into your chin a little bit. He smiled once again. "Then follow my orders, that'll make me happy, and you like when I'm happy.. right?" You tensed, his slits for eyes staring down at you.

You nodded, gulping when he released your chin. "Now, be a good little child and do what I say?" You nodded once again.

That's what he had said.