#they'd rather not waste venom on you I promise

[marrow-bone]

Everyone that has ever said a mean word about wasps ever owes them an apology this instant

[mochikeiji]

Strong Sorcerers

Request: "Halo! Are your event still opened? If it is, can i get prompt 8, 18, 27, angst for Gojo? Im in the mood for angst fic."

8. "Say something, please"

18. "I've lost so many before, I'm not about to lose you too"

27. "Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: angst, tw: blood, death, mentions of Gojo's arc

↬ Word Count: 2.1k

↠ a/n: i had to be sad and cry just to write this one. And the atmosphere was quiet which sets the mood so yeah, I'm still sobbing ;-;

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

Above all he was. Who would've thought after the ruins of his high school year would turn him into someone who only acknowledges those who were up against his might. Where was the babbling idiot who'd always enter enter your room unannounced just to share even the stupidest topic or his sweets with you? Who was this man that stood in front of you, the harmless teasing spat venom towards your existence.

"Honestly, I thought you would've grown a bit of a pair, (y/n)."

You couldn't speak, not when he's always first to beat you to it. There was no telling apart whether he was scoffing out as a joke. Or he really thought that this was a waste of his time to improve his own skills.

"You're still as weak as before. That's ashamed."

Ever since Riko. Ever since Geto.

Gojo Satoru was no longer the man he was before. You've prayed he's grown into a fine teacher, a role model for the new generation. He was undoubtedly still hilarious, but what was it that made his perspective of you change so drastically over the years? Weren't you his favorite he said? The very day you two were sparing. He even acknowledged the little things you do. What was any difference when you still treated him with the same kindness and admiration as before? After all, He and Shoko were the only remains of your small family.

"Seriously, you need to keep your head up and be more wary of things. Do you want to die fast?" he said during your faceoff with a special graded curse. To your relief, Gojo had appeared just in time to clean up the mess. You weren't technically a bad sorcerer, heck Mei Mei wouldn't go a day of complimenting you whenever she meets up with you. If anything, your level was just beneath Geto's. Anyone would say it would be a waste of talent if you hadn't pursue it, but it wasn't that you wasted such precious gift.

It was because it meant causing your life.

A foreign technique that was not mastered for decades nor by any of the powerful clans. It was a double edged sword; your domain. No matter how gifted you were, there always came a dreadful price. Geto, Shoko and Gojo were the only people who knew of this. Even told you right from the bat to never use it just for the sake of defeating a curse. It was a selfish desire, but they'd rather deal with the mess than lose a precious friend.

That was before.

"Sometimes you really just have to go all out if you want to prove you're strong. Depending on me and other's is a hindrance, (Y/n). What if one of us died? You don't want that to pull you down for the rest of your life now, would you?"

"I wasn't depending on anyone! I did fine by myself, Satoru!" you argued once the last bit of curse was gone. The mission that the first years were assigned to was yet again another sabotage by the higher ups in other to annihilate the vessel. "I-I was doing fine! I swear!" you wailed after hearing him scoff. It was getting frustrating to see the man you used to love look at you with such unknown emotion never shown to anyone but you.

As if he despises you the most.

"You didn't do shit, (Y/n). Did you even feel yourself get tired? Have you even used maximum parts of your powers? You would've handled it if you finished it all from the first place!"

He misses the way your expression broke into the one thing he promised he'd never cause; Hurt. Pain written all over as your eyes started to get teary when he began walking away from the scene.

"What changed, Satoru? What did I ever do you to become such a fucking jackass all of a sudden?!" you needed to know. You were tired of being beaten and pierced by needles as if you were some rag doll by him. The one thing you wanted back was the old Satoru. Where he looked at you not only as his equal, but someone he cares about. The one you knew in love.

Without missing a heartbeat, no hesitation laced upon his words, he spoke,

"You're just not strong enough to look after yourself. It's honestly dragging every one down." and your heart broke into two as he resumes walking away, "It's time to grow up. We can't always stay forever where you think it's safe."

Those were the final moments you've had longer with Gojo. It would've been pleasant if you two went out like always. Maybe even eat out to that kikufuku shop in Sendai he promised before. He always did love sharing his meals, never fond of eating on his own. Maybe if you did grow a pair and ask him out, he wouldn't be such a jerk to you, right? Maybe then he would've been a little nicer as he usually was.

Maybe you wouldn't have to spend your last moments laying down on a bloodied, concrete floor alone.

So many maybe's you wished you could've done and known.

It was an unexpected turn of events sadly. You had thought you were facing only a 2nd grade curse, but it turned out to be a set up. Some random blue haired guy with stitches all over his body along with a smaller curse that possesses the ability of volcanic heat and destruction came after you. You wanted to make a run for it after analyzing the enemies techniques. It was far beyond your range to even exorcist them. You needed to report back, knowing this could be more than trouble.

"You're just not strong enough to look after yourself. It's honestly dragging every one down."

You think to yourself that he was right. The millions of voices at the back of your head screaming no on what you're about to attempt. From that moment you prayed once more, surprising both curses when they see the smile that held gratitude and tears streaming down, "Watch me, Gojo."

I can be strong.

On that designated area, strong sorcerers and veterans besides Gojo felt that massive wave being released. Enough to send him to overdrive because of the unusual sense of power released by you.

He didn't want to think of the worse case possible as he was now carrying your limping, shattered body in his arms.

"Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open."

He couldn't teleport back. Your body was junked up badly, it would become more fatal if he teleported someone with him, to which he's never tried to avoid unnecessary circumstances. But he couldn't keep his breathing calm as he's doing his best to be quick and careful to being you back to Shoko's in time.

You noticed how his blindfold was off when he arrived. That may be the possible reason he's found you, he may have even scanned the area in search of the two curses who sadly escaped your domain, but indeed at death's door now because of the never foreseen power.

"G-gojo."

"Shut up and save your breath." his legs shakes a bit when he feels your finger trace below his chin. He was here again to pick you up as always. But this time, there were no mean remarks exchanged. "You're a fucking idiot. I told you to never use that!" his hold around you tightens when he sees the building Shoko was in.

"I w-wanted to be strong..for you." you kept your eyes locked to his face. The slightest bite on his lips meant he was in trouble. The wavering of his eyes meant that they were on the verge of crying. Your heart clenched at the thought of Gojo being hurt once again, he's been through so much.

"You are strong! I didn't mean you have to show me to that extent, stupid! You're never weak to begin with for fucks sake."

"But you said—"

"Fucking hell (Y/n) I only wanted you to be safe. I didn't want to lose you. No more.."

At Shoko's doorstep, she immediately let's him in. Even she couldn't contain her emotions when she saw your state. These injuries were fatal, she's couldn't.

"Shoko, do something please." he hugs your body closer, without a care of the blood smearing through his skin and clothes.

"Satoru, you know these aren't—"

"Please, just do what you can."

Gojo chokes a sob for when you visibly nuzzle yourself comfortably in his embrace, "I've lost so many before, I'm not about to lose you too" he cries, settling you down on the bed in preparations with Shoko beside you. You can no longer feel her hands worked their way through your limbs and torso as your senses had became numb. You can only look at them in through mixed tears and blood before mustering up last bits of your strength to wipe away Gojo's, "Did you know, I loved you, Satoru?"

He sniffles but nods. Shoko just chuckling bitterly at the fact you chose this timing to spill your feelings, "Of course I did. Every one did, you idiot." whilst holding your hand, "I really thought you hated me, y'know." smiling sadly to Shoko, she understood the downfall of your friendship with the guy, "I only wanted you to know I was strong..that I can be like you guys."

"I never hated you. God.." heaving out a sob, Gojo presses his the tip of his nose to yours, glossy lips close to your bloody one, "Please— just, (Y/n), you know I never meant every thing I said." time seemed to stopped the same second Shoko's hands disappeared from attending your body. No longer finding any hope of improvement as you start to breathe slowly.

"I didn't mean it. I promise. I'm sorry. Just please, don't leave me too." he should've turned back when he had the chance that very day. To wipe away the tears that streamed down on your face and tell you all the things he wishes you could've heard earlier. If he hadn't let his own self dwell on the strings of his past, he would've become the monster he was today, initiating a horrible attempt to push you away to safety, but only closer to death.

You weren't the one who was weak. It was him from the beginning.

"I love you, too. I have even before I knew you did too." he cups your cheeks before giving you a kiss on the lips. Your heart was relieved; he didn't hate you. You were strong in his eyes still. And he loved you.

Someone please, protect your friends. Keep Gojo in company, you thought. The kids to live longer and away from the curses and wickedness of people. You wish you could've known all of this to cherish the slightest bit if happiness that was now within your reach. How cruel faith has played with you, gifted one.

Thank you, Satoru.

"(Y/n)?"

Swollen eyes with fresh tears at its awakening, he gathers up the courage. Even though he can hear Shoko's sobs behind her hands, even when his six eyes no longer detect any source of light in you, he looks back to your lovely features. Thumb tugging the corner of your lips as if he was trying to bring back the smile he's ruined and shun away.

"Say something, please."

That very day was a huge loss for both remaining teammates. What could've been now, all turns into ashes. He couldn't let go of you still no matter who pried him off of you. At least for a moment, he wanted to hold you longer than he should've.

However, for someone, it was one step closer to their plan. Watching the two curses groan in pain, the wounds inflicted on them was going to take longer recovery than expected.

"It was good that Hanami was able to retrieve you both."

Light chuckling can be heard from the source watching the two males in distress.

"You were not wrong about that sorcerer. Such a shame another strong one had to bite the dust." Hanami speaks whilst leaning against the wall, half of his body cut off from when your domain was inflicted.

"I know, funny how the soul in this one seems to be quite angry of me." he points at the arm that was choking him by the neck, baffling Mahito before going back to soothe the excruciating pain.

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"You're next, Gojo Satoru."