Archive of Our Own

"Subject 1005, Y/n L/n." The words of the doctors behind you mumbled into one big blur. They were so loud that it made you curl tighter into your knees. Clipboards shuffled. Pens clicked. Shoes squeaked against the white tile floor.

"Cursed energy output remains stable."

"Emotional suppression seems ineffective."

"We should increase exposure during the next trial."

You squeezed your eyes shut......Trial. Such a harmless word for something that left your body aching for days afterward. The room smelled too clean, it made you nauseous. Bleach, medicine, rubber gloves.

Cold. Everything in this place was cold. Your fingernails dug into the thin fabric of your hospital pants as another sharp pulse of cursed energy crawled beneath your skin. One of the machines beside you immediately began beeping.

"See?" a doctor muttered. "The spikes worsen under stress."

Stress. You almost laughed at that. A sudden clang echoed from somewhere down the hall, followed by shouting. The doctors paused.

Then—

"Put me down before I make you regret touching me." A lazy, irritated voice drifted through the open doorway. Your eyes lifted slightly.

"Well, someone's in a good mood today," another voice sighed.

"I'm always in a good mood," the boy replied. "You people just ruin it every single morning." More shuffling. More arguing. Then white hair came into view. Bright even beneath the dull fluorescent lights.

The boy being dragged down the hallway looked around your age, maybe a little older. Bandages wrapped loosely around his wrists where restraints had clearly been removed recently. Despite the situation, he looked completely unbothered.

Until his eyes landed on you. For a second, he stopped fighting the staff entirely. Hidden behind those dark glasses, his gaze lingered. You quickly looked back down at your knees.

"Move," one of the guards snapped at him. The boy let out an exaggerated sigh before allowing himself to be pulled away again. But even as he disappeared down the hallway, you could still feel it.

That stare, curious, interested. Like he had just found something worth paying attention to in this miserable place.

The next time you saw him was three days later. Not because you wanted to. Because he wouldn't leave you alone.

You sat outside during the hospital's designated recreation hour, knees pulled to your chest beneath the shade of the concrete overhang. The courtyard was surrounded by towering gray walls lined with cursed seals strong enough to make your skin itch whenever you got too close.

Most patients stayed away from the walls. You didn't. Your eyes traced and counted the cracks running through the stone instead.

Beyond it, somewhere far outside this place, people were probably living normal lives. Walking to school, buying groceries, complaining about homework. Existing without needles shoved into their veins every other day. It almost felt fake.

"You know staring at it won't magically break it."

You didn't look over. The white-haired boy dropped onto the bench beside you, anyway, spreading himself out like he owned the entire courtyard.

Silence settled between you. You hoped he'd get bored and leave. Instead, he tilted his head back lazily toward the sky. "I've counted," he said suddenly.

Your brows furrowed slightly.

"The guards switch every four hours. Cameras reset for exactly eight seconds at midnight. East wing security is weaker when it rains."

You finally glanced at him. He grinned the second he noticed. "There you go. Was starting to think you we're mute and deaf."

"You're loud," you muttered.

"And you're depressing." His smile widened when you frowned slightly. "What's your name?" he asked.

"You already know it."

"Right." He tapped his chin dramatically. "Subject 1005. Catchy. Very human."

Your chest tightened faintly at the sarcasm in his voice. The doctors rarely used your real name anymore. Most days, you wondered if they even remembered it. "Y/n."

"Hm?" The boy leaned forward, resting his arms across his knees as he stared at the massive wall ahead of you.

"That's my name. Y/n."

He hums in response. "One day," he said casually, "I'm getting out of here."

You looked at him again. Not because of the words. Because he sounded certain. Not hopeful. "And then what?" you asked quietly.

He turned toward you slowly, blue eyes hidden behind black lenses. "Then," he said, "I'll stand on the other side of this wall and laugh at how ugly this place is."

A small breath escaped you before you could stop it. Not quite a laugh. But close enough.

His grin immediately softened into something more genuine. "There it is," he murmured. "Knew you could do it."

You quickly looked away. But for the first time in a long time, the walls didn't feel quite as suffocating.

Months after that, he kept finding you. In the courtyard, outside the testing rooms, in the library no one used except you. It didn't seem to matter how many times the staff redirected him or threatened punishment. Somehow, Satoru Gojo always ended up beside you anyway.

You learned his full name after hearing two nurses whisper about him nervously in the hallway. "You're staring."

Your eyes flicked up from your book to find Gojo dropping into the chair across from you in the library. "Heard you broke another restraint during your trial," you said flatly.

He gasped dramatically. "Wow. Word travels fast."

"You're going to get punished."

"Already did." He shrugged like it meant nothing. But when he reached for the book in front of you, the sleeve of his hospital hoodie slid back slightly. Dark bruises wrapped around his wrist.

Your expression tightened. Gojo noticed. For once, he didn't joke. "They get annoyed when I don't cooperate," he said lightly.

Your fingers curled slightly against the page. Cooperate. You knew what that meant.

Sit still.
Let them inject.
Let them experiment until your body gave up.

You hated that word. Gojo leaned back in his chair, balancing it dangerously on two legs. "So," he said, "you planning on talking more today, or are you committed to the whole mysterious silent thing?"

"I talk."

"Mhm. Barely."

"You talk enough for both of us."

"That's true." He grinned. "Good thing you like listening to me." You rolled your eyes faintly and looked back at your book. A few seconds passed. Then—

"You should come tonight."

Your gaze lifted again. "To where?"

"The rooftop."

You blinked. "The roof is off limits."

"That's what makes it fun."

"You'll get caught."

"Nah." He waved you off. "I've done it before."

"You literally just got punished."

"And yet," he said proudly, spreading his arms, "here I am." You stared at him. He stared back expectantly. There was something dangerous about Satoru Gojo. Not in the way the doctors described him. Not because of his cursed energy. Because he made you think about things you stopped allowing yourself to want.

Freedom. Choice. Normalcy. Hope.

"You're thinking too hard," he said suddenly.

"I'm thinking realistically."

"And that," Gojo sighed dramatically, "is exactly why you need to sneak onto a rooftop with me."

You should've said no. You knew you should've. Instead, hours later, long after curfew echoed through the intercoms and the hallways went dark— you found yourself following him through the shadows of the east wing.

Gojo looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Knew you'd come."

"You sound very confident for someone currently committing at least seven violations," you whispered.

Gojo carefully pushed open the maintenance door before glancing back at you. "Eight, actually. I stole pudding from the cafeteria earlier."

You stared at him. "You're unbelievable."

"You like it." The stairwell beyond the door was dark except for the weak emergency lights lining the walls. Your footsteps stayed quiet as you climbed after him, the air growing colder with every floor.

You still couldn't believe you were doing this. If the guards caught you outside your room after curfew, they'd separate you for weeks. Maybe worse.

Gojo didn't seem worried at all. He climbed the stairs with his hands shoved into his pockets, humming softly to himself like this was some late-night adventure instead of a punishable offense. "How many times have you done this?" you asked quietly.

"Hm?" He glanced back. "Snuck out?"

"Yes."

"A lot."

"That's reassuring."

"It should be. Means I'm good at it." Before you could respond, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. You stiffened immediately.

"Quiet," he murmured. Voices echoed faintly from the floor below. Guards.

Your breath caught as Gojo pulled you into the narrow corner between the wall and the stairwell railing. The space was small—way too small—and your chest pressed against his as footsteps approached from beneath.

You could feel the warmth radiating off him even through the thin fabric of your hoodie.

"Did you check the west hall?"

"Yeah. Nothing."

"What about 1006?"

A pause.

"He's locked in his room."

Gojo covered his mouth dramatically in fake offense. You almost shoved him. The footsteps faded after another moment. Silence returned.

But Gojo still hadn't moved. Neither had you. Your pulse felt annoyingly loud. Then his voice dropped quieter than before. "You're shaking."

"I'm fine."

"You're a terrible liar." His hand loosened around your wrist slightly, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin before he finally stepped back.

The loss of warmth felt strangely immediate. "We're clear," he whispered.

You quickly looked away from him. "Lead the way." A smug smile tugged at his mouth like he noticed your reaction but decided not to comment on it. Thankfully.

A few minutes later, the rooftop door creaked open. Cold night air rushed past you instantly. Your breath caught.

The city stretched far beyond the massive walls surrounding the facility, lights glittering in the distance like stars spilled across the ground. You hadn't seen this much of the outside world in years.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Gojo walked toward the edge first, tilting his head back beneath the moonlight. "See?" he said softly. "Told you there was more than those stupid walls."

You stepped closer slowly. The wind tugged gently at your clothes. It felt... freeing. A feeling you barely recognized anymore.

Gojo glanced sideways at you. And for once, he wasn't smiling arrogantly or joking or trying to annoy you. He just looked... happy you came. Then he reached into his hoodie pocket. "I also stole these."

He held up two slightly crushed juice boxes with a grin. You blinked. "You risked getting caught for juice?"

"I'm a generous person."

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Real this time. Gojo froze slightly at the sound. Then his expression softened into something so genuine it made your chest ache. "There it is again," he said quietly. "I like that sound and I like you."

Playfully you look off into the distance. "Would you still like me if I were that bunny down there?" You laugh.

"Yes, every time you laugh your nose kind of twitches like one. It's one of the things I like about you. It's cute."

Your laughter faded almost immediately after he said it. Not because you wanted it to. Because you weren't used to someone noticing things like that. Gojo seemed to realize it too. His smile softened slightly as he handed you one of the juice boxes. "Don't make it weird," he said casually, leaning against the railing. "I'm still cooler than you."

You rolled your eyes faintly before taking it from him. The juice was warm. Probably stolen hours ago. But somehow it still tasted better than anything the hospital had given you in years.

The two of you sat near the edge of the rooftop in comfortable silence, legs stretched out beneath the glow of the moon. From down below, the facility looked smaller. Less suffocating. Like maybe it wasn't impossible to escape after all.

Gojo laid back against the concrete with his hands behind his head. "So," he said, "what were you like before this place?"

Your grip tightened slightly around the juice box. "I don't remember."

He turned his head toward you. "You don't remember?"

"Not much." Pieces, maybe. A blurry kitchen. Rain against windows. Someone crying. But every memory before the hospital felt faded around the edges now, like something half-erased. "They took a lot of it," you admitted quietly. "The treatments made things... fuzzy."

Gojo's expression darkened slightly. You had seen that look before during evaluations. The one he got whenever the doctors talked about patients like experiments instead of people. "What about you?" you asked.

He was quiet for a second. Then he huffed softly. "I remember enough." Something in his tone told you not to push further.

So, you didn't. The wind blew between you gently. Then— "They're scared of you....scared of us."

Your brows furrowed slightly. "Who?"

"The staff."

You stared at him. Gojo sat up slightly, resting his arms across his knees as he looked out toward the distant city lights.

"I hear things," he said quieter now. "Doctors talking. Guards complaining." Your stomach tightened faintly. "They think your cursed energy reacts to your emotions."

You looked down at your hands. It was true. The worse you felt, the harder it became to control.

Fear.
Pain.
Stress.

The hospital knew exactly how to trigger it. "They think if you lose control completely," Gojo continued, "this whole place goes down with you."

Silence. Then quietly— "Maybe they're right."

The words slipped out before you could stop them. Gojo immediately looked at you. "You don't mean that."

"You don't know me."

"I know enough."

Your jaw tightened. "You don't know what I've done during testing."

"And whose fault is that?" His voice sharpened suddenly.

You blinked. Gojo rarely sounded genuinely angry. "They push you until you break," he continued. "Then act shocked when it happens." His fingers curled tightly against the concrete beside him. "You think they don't do the same thing to me?"

You looked away. Because part of you did know.

The bruises on his wrists.
The restraints.
The punishments.

Gojo exhaled slowly through his nose before leaning back again. Then, quieter— "This place wants us to think we're monsters."

Your chest tightened.

"But you're not," he said firmly. The certainty in his voice scared you more than doubt would've. Because if he kept looking at you like that...like there was still something human left inside you. You might start believing it too.

After that night, everything changed. Not all at once. Just slowly enough to be dangerous.

You started waiting for him without realizing it. During recreation hour, your eyes searched the courtyard before he even arrived. During evaluations, you caught yourself listening for his voice somewhere down the hallway.

And every night every single night. Gojo found a way to sneak into your room. "At this point, you should just move in here," you muttered one night as he climbed through the ventilation access above your bed.

He dropped down quietly before flashing you a grin. "Awh. You want me around."

"I want you to stop getting caught."

"Those are two very different things." He landed beside your desk chair and held up a triumphant bag. "I bring gifts."

You stared. "...Are those chips?"

"And chocolate."

"How did you even get that?"

Gojo looked offended. "You ask too many questions for someone receiving free snacks."

You snorted softly before taking the bag from him. Moments like this felt dangerously normal. Sitting cross-legged on your bed while sharing stolen snacks with a boy who made the hospital feel less unbearable.

Almost like carefree teenagers. Almost. Gojo leaned back against the wall beside your bed, watching you quietly while you opened the chips.

"What?" you asked eventually.

"You smiled more this week."

Your movements paused. "You keep track?"

"Obviously."

"That's weird."

"You like weird."

"I tolerate weird."

"Eh I'll take it this time."

You rolled your eyes, but heat still crept into your cheeks. Gojo noticed immediately. His grin widened. "Oh my god."

"Stop."

"You're blushing."

"I'm literally not."

"You literally are."

You threw a pillow at his face. He caught it effortlessly while laughing under his breath. The sound filled the tiny room warmly. Then a scream echoed somewhere down the hall. Everything went still.

Your body tensed instantly. So did Gojo's. Another scream followed. Then shouting. Your stomach dropped. Testing room. You recognized the sound.

Gojo's expression darkened immediately as he stood from the floor. "They're doing late evaluations again," he muttered.

The screaming suddenly cut off. Too abruptly. Silence flooded the hallway afterward. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl. You stared at the floor.

Gojo looked toward you again, his jaw tightening slightly when he saw your expression. "You okay?"

No. You never were after hearing that. Because every patient in this facility knew what happened during the "bad" evaluations. Sometimes people came back shaking. Sometimes bruised. Sometimes heavily sedated. And sometimes—they didn't come back at all.

Your breathing grew uneven before you could stop it. The lights in your room flickered faintly. Gojo noticed immediately. "Hey."

The air pressure shifted slightly as cursed energy curled sharply beneath your skin. Panic. You shoved yourself off the bed quickly. "I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I said I'm fine." The windows rattled.

Gojo stepped toward you carefully now, all traces of teasing gone from his voice. "Y/n."

You backed away instinctively. "Don't." Not because you were scared of him. Because you were scared of yourself.

The buzzing in your ears grew louder. Your cursed energy always reacted fastest to fear. And right now, memories of cold restraints and screaming hallways and needles under your skin were crashing into you all at once.

The lights overhead flashed violently. "Y/n, look at me."

You couldn't but Gojo moved closer anyway. Slowly. Carefully. Until his hand wrapped gently around your wrist. Your cursed energy stuttered violently before settling just slightly.

Gojo's voice dropped softer. "Breathe."

Your chest heaved unevenly. "I could hurt you," you whispered.

His grip tightened instead of loosening. "No, you won't, and you can't."

"You don't know that."

"I do." The confidence in his voice cracked something inside you. Because he sounded so sure. Like he trusted you more than you trusted yourself.

The lights slowly stopped flickering. The shaking in your hands eased little by little beneath his touch. Gojo exhaled quietly in relief.

Then, without thinking, his thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. And neither of you pulled away. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your uneven breathing. Gojo still held your wrist. Not tightly. Just enough to ground you.

The panic slowly drained from your body in shaky waves, leaving exhaustion behind instead. Your cursed energy settled reluctantly beneath your skin, though faint sparks still crackled through the air around the light fixtures.

Gojo watched you carefully the entire time. Like he was waiting to make sure you were really okay. "You back with me?" he asked quietly.

You swallowed before nodding once. His shoulders loosened slightly. Only then did he let go. The sudden absence of warmth made your chest feel strangely hollow.

You hated noticing that. Gojo glanced toward the door when distant footsteps echoed down the hallway. Guards. His expression twisted immediately. "Tch."

Your stomach tightened. "You should go."

"Probably."

Neither of you moved. The footsteps grew louder. Gojo looked back at you, his usual grin absent now. "They hurt you during evaluations, don't they?"

The question sat heavy between you. You looked away first. That was enough of an answer. Gojo's jaw clenched.

You could practically see the anger simmering beneath his skin now. "They do the same thing to you," you said quietly.

"Yeah."

"But you don't have any reaction towards them."

His eyes narrowed slightly. Glasses missing from his face. You noticed that when he was alone with you, he never wore them. "That's because I learned what they want."

You frowned faintly.

"They want fear," he said. "They want us angry. Unstable. Easier to study that way." The thought made you feel sick. Gojo stepped closer again, lowering his voice. "So, stop giving them what they want."

Your brows pulled together. "You make that sound easy."

"It's not." His expression softened slightly. "But you don't have to do it alone."

Something in your chest ached painfully at those words. Not because they were dramatic. Because no one had said something like that to you in years. Maybe ever.

The footsteps outside finally faded again. Gojo exhaled softly before glancing toward the vent above your room. "I should leave before they notice I'm missing."

You nodded slowly. But as he turned away— "Gojo." He paused immediately, looking back over his shoulder.

You hesitated. The words felt unfamiliar in your mouth. "Thank you."

For staying.
For helping.
For seeing me as a person.

You didn't say any of that aloud. But somehow, he understood anyway. His teasing smile returned faintly. "There's the nice side of you."

"Don't ruin it."

He laughed quietly before climbing onto your desk to reach the vent. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped. "Oh, and by the way?"

You looked up.

"If they ever push you too far," he said lightly, "tell me." Something dangerous flickered beneath his casual tone. The kind of danger that made even the doctors nervous around him.

Your chest tightened slightly. "What are you going to do?"

Gojo grinned. "Something irresponsible." Before you could respond, he disappeared into the vent. Leaving you alone in the quiet room again.

But this time the loneliness didn't feel quite as crushing as before. The next evaluation happened four days later. You knew it was coming the second the nurses avoided eye contact that morning.

Two guards escorted you through the lower levels of the facility, their hands hovering near their weapons the entire walk. The deeper underground you went, the colder it became.

Steel doors. Observation windows. White lights so bright they hurt your eyes. Your stomach twisted. Room 3. One of the worst testing rooms. "Subject 1005," a doctor greeted without looking up from his clipboard. "Sit."

You obeyed silently. Metal restraints locked around your wrists almost immediately. Cold. Too tight.

Machines surrounded the chair you were strapped into, wires already waiting beside the armrests. A few doctors stood behind the observation glass while others prepared equipment around you.

Like you weren't even there. "Today we'll be measuring emotional fluctuation under increased cursed energy output."

Your fingers curled instinctively. One of the doctors noticed. "Anxiety response beginning already," he noted casually.

You hated them. You hated how calm they sounded. The needle slid into your arm. Burning liquid spread through your veins almost instantly.

Your breathing hitched. The medication always did this. Forced your cursed energy closer to the surface. Made everything harder to control.

A machine beside you began beeping faster. "Output rising." "Good. Continue." Pain shot through your chest sharply enough to make you gasp. The restraints rattled.

"Subject instability increasing." Another pulse of cursed energy burst violently from your body, cracking the tile beneath the chair. "Push further," someone ordered behind the glass.

Your vision blurred.

Too loud.
Too bright.
Too much—

Then suddenly—The alarms began screaming. Every doctor in the room froze. "What the hell—?" A deafening crash echoed from outside the testing room. Then another. The reinforced door dented inward violently.

Once. Twice. By the third hit, the entire thing ripped off its hinges. Smoke and dust filled the room. And standing in the middle of it— white hair glowing beneath the emergency lights

One of the guards stumbled backward immediately. "How did you get down here?!" a doctor shouted. Gojo ignored him completely.

His hidden gaze landed on you instead. On the restraints. On the needle in your arm. And the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

"You know," he said softly, "I was trying really hard to behave today."

Nobody moved. Not the guards. Not the doctors. Because suddenly the pressure flooding the room became unbearable.

Even you felt it. Gojo's cursed energy leaked around him like something alive, violent enough to make the walls tremble faintly.

A doctor stepped forward nervously. "Subject 1006, stand down immed—" The wall beside him exploded. The entire room fell silent. Gojo tilted his head slightly, smiling. "Oops."

Nobody believed that was an accident. His attention shifted back to you again. The smile disappeared immediately. "They hurt you again," he said quietly.

Not a question. Your chest tightened. One of the guards reached for his weapon. Big mistake. In less than a second, Gojo appeared in front of him. The man hit the floor unconscious before anyone even processed what happened.

Panic erupted instantly. "Sedate him!" "Call security!" "Activate suppression—"

Gojo laughed. "You guys say the same things every time." Then his eyes found yours again. And despite the chaos around him, his voice softened. "C'mon," he said, reaching toward your restraints. "Let's go."

The room erupted into motion the second Gojo touched the restraints. Red lights flashed across the ceiling. Alarms screamed louder. And the remaining guards rushed in through the side doors.

"Don't move!" "Both subjects are to be contained!"

Gojo didn't even look at them. His fingers snapped once. The metal around your wrists shattered like glass. Cold air hit your skin immediately where the restraints had been, and your arms trembled slightly as circulation returned.

"Can you stand?" he asked you, already stepping closer.

You swallowed hard. Your body felt wrong—heavy, oversensitized from the medication still in your system. The cursed energy inside you pulsed unevenly, unstable but no longer trapped. "I... think so."

"That's not a yes."

Before you could argue, Gojo slid an arm under yours and pulled you up effortlessly. Too fast. The world tilted. You stumbled into him slightly, and for a second, his grip tightened instinctively to keep you steady.

"Easy," he muttered. "I got you."

A guard lunged toward him. Gojo didn't turn. The man slammed into the wall mid-step as if an invisible force crushed him backward.

The impact cracked concrete. You froze. Even now—seeing it—your brain struggled to process how easily he moved. How effortlessly everything around him bent.

"Stop staring," Gojo said lightly, like he wasn't currently dismantling an entire security team.

"I'm not—"

"You are." Despite everything happening, there was the faintest edge of amusement in his voice. Then the air shifted again. He looked toward the observation glass. The doctors were backing away now.

One of them was shouting into a radio, voice shaking. "Containment breach level— we need higher suppression immediately—!"

Gojo raised a hand slightly. The glass didn't just crack this time. It dissolved. A clean, silent collapse that sent shards glittering harmlessly into the floor before disintegrating further under his cursed energy.

No one moved after that. Even the shouting stopped. Silence returned—heavy and suffocating. Gojo tilted his head, expression blank now. "You ever wonder," he said calmly, "how many people it takes before you stop calling it 'research'?"

No one answered. Your hand gripped the front of his sleeve without thinking. He glanced down at it. Then softened immediately.

That was all it took for him to stop looking at them like he might erase the entire building. "Hey," he said quietly, just to you. "We're leaving. Right now, kay?"

Another alarm blared somewhere deeper in the facility. Boots thundered down the hallway outside. But Gojo didn't rush. He just turned, guiding you toward the exit like the entire place wasn't collapsing behind him.

You stumbled slightly again. He adjusted instantly, pulling you closer without hesitation. "You're really reckless," you murmured.

Gojo let out a small laugh. "Yeah," he said. "But I told you already." He glanced at you briefly as he walked. "I'm good at it."

A beat passed. Then, quieter— "And I wasn't leaving without you."

The hallways were chaos. Emergency sirens screamed through the facility while red warning lights flashed overhead, painting everything in violent crimson.

Gojo kept one hand tightly around yours as the two of you ran. "Left," he said quickly, pulling you around the corner just before armed guards flooded the opposite corridor.

Gunfire exploded behind you. The bullets never reached either of you. They stopped midair before dropping harmlessly to the floor. Gojo didn't even look back.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to keep up, the drugs still burning through your system and making your cursed energy pulse unevenly beneath your skin. "You, okay?" Gojo asked immediately, slowing slightly.

You nodded once despite your shaking legs.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm trying."

His grip tightened reassuringly. "That's enough for now."

Another squad rounded the hallway ahead. "THERE!" The guards raised their weapons instantly. Gojo clicked his tongue. "So annoying."

The pressure in the air changed sharply.

Before they could even fire, the entire hallway warped violently under Gojo's cursed energy. The guards were thrown backward like ragdolls, crashing into walls hard enough to leave cracks behind them.

Your eyes widened slightly. Every time he fought, it was terrifying. Not because you feared him. Because you finally understood why everyone else did. Gojo looked back at you immediately afterward. "You still with me?"

You nodded again. His eyes scanned your face carefully like he was checking for injuries.

Then—A sharp movement behind him. One of the soldiers had recovered faster than expected. Your breath caught. "Gojo!"

The soldier lunged from behind with a cursed tool raised high. Gojo turned too late.

Instinct took over before you could think. Your cursed energy exploded outward violently. The force slammed into the soldier midair, sending him flying down the hallway hard enough to shatter the concrete wall behind him.

Silence. Dust drifted through the air. Your breathing turned uneven immediately after. You hadn't meant to use that much power. For a second, you froze, waiting—

waiting for fear.
For judgment.
For that look people always gave you afterward.

Instead Gojo stared at the destroyed hallway. Then at you. And suddenly he grinned. Bright. Proud. Like you'd just done something incredible. "That's my girl."

Heat rushed to your face so fast it almost hurt. Before you could even process the words, Gojo grabbed your hand again and started running. "C'mon!" he laughed. "That was hot, but we gotta go!"

"Gojo!"

"What? It was!"

You almost couldn't believe him. The two of you burst through the final emergency exit moments later. Cold night air hit your face instantly. You stopped dead for half a second. Outside. Actually outside.

No walls above you. No fluorescent lights. No restraints. Just the open night sky stretching endlessly overhead. Gojo watched your expression carefully. Then softer— "Told you we'd make it past the wall."

Your chest tightened painfully. A floodlight suddenly snapped on behind you. "There they are!"

Gojo groaned dramatically. "Can these people give us like five minutes?"

He grabbed your wrist again before sprinting toward the parking lot outside the hospital. A black car sat near the security gate. Gojo pointed. "That one."

"You know how to drive?"

"Nope."

"...What?"

"I'll figure it out."

"GOJO—" A second later he shattered the driver-side window with absolutely zero hesitation. "You are literally insane." You climbed into the passenger seat while he hotwired the car with concerning confidence.

"How do you know how to do that?"

"I seen a movie once."

"That is not reassuring!"

The engine roared to life. Gojo grinned triumphantly before slamming on the gas hard enough to throw both of you back into your seats. The facility disappeared further behind you with every second.

Neither of you spoke for a while after that. Just the sound of the road beneath the tires and the wind rushing through the broken window. Freedom felt strangely quiet. Eventually, you looked over at him.

The moonlight caught against his white hair while one hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. "Where are we going?" you asked softly.

Gojo hummed. "Wherever the wind takes us." Then he glanced toward you briefly. "Unless there's somewhere you'd rather be."

You looked at him for a moment. At the boy who broke into a testing room for you. Who held your hand like he was scared to let go. Who looked at you like you were something human instead of something dangerous.

Slowly, you shook your head. "I wanna be wherever you are."

Gojo went completely still for half a second. Then his smile softened into something small and real. Something that belonged only to you. "Yeah?" he asked quietly.

You nodded. And for the first time in years the future didn't feel so terrifying anymore. The road stretched endlessly. Dark highways. Empty fields. The distant glow of passing streetlights flashing across the windshield every few seconds.

Gojo drove with one hand lazily hooked over the steering wheel while the other rested near the open window. The cold night air pushed through his hair, and despite everything that had happened he looked weirdly relaxed.

You sat curled slightly against the passenger seat, exhaustion finally beginning to settle into your bones now that the adrenaline was fading. Your eyes drifted toward him quietly. Free. The thought still didn't feel real. Then your stomach twisted uncomfortably. "...Gojo."

"Hm?"

"I need to pee."

He blinked once before immediately pointing ahead. A flickering gas station sign glowed faintly off the side of the highway. "Well," he said dramatically, "look at fate helping us out."

The place looked nearly abandoned when he pulled in. One gas pump. Buzzing neon lights. A tiny convenience store attached to it.

You frowned slightly as Gojo parked. "How are we even going to pay for gas?"

Gojo shrugged easily. "I'll figure it out."

"That's not an actual plan."

"Yeah, but it's something."

You rolled your eyes softly before climbing out of the car. The second you stepped inside the gas station, the smell of stale coffee and cheap cigarettes hit you.

An older man stood behind the counter. The moment his eyes landed on you something changed. Your stomach tightened slightly.

He stared too long. You looked away quickly and headed toward the bathroom without saying anything. You told yourself you were paranoid. Of course, people stared.

You and Gojo looked like escaped patients right now, to which you are. Inside the bathroom, after using it you splashed cold water against your face and stared at yourself in the mirror.

You barely recognized the person staring back anymore. Tired eyes. Hospital clothes hidden beneath stolen hoodies. Bruises still faint against your wrists.

But at least you were alive. At least you weren't there anymore.

After a minute, you stepped back out. The clerk was still watching you. You ignored him and wandered through the snack aisle instead, grabbing chips, candy, drinks—anything easy to shove into your hoodie pockets for you and Gojo.

You doubted either of you had real money anyway. By the time you turned toward the exit the clerk was standing directly in front of the door. Your steps slowed immediately. "...Excuse me."

The man smiled strangely. "Can't let you leave, sweetheart."

Your heart dropped. Slowly, he lifted a walkie-talkie toward his mouth. "I got the girl." Ice flooded your veins instantly.

Agency. They found us. You turned sharply to run. But the man grabbed your hair violently. Pain ripped through your scalp as he yanked you backward hard enough to slam you against the floor.

You gasped. "Let go—!"

"You little freaks caused a lotta trouble tonight," he muttered.

You tried to use your cursed technique, but exhaustion and panic made it flicker weakly instead. The man forced your wrists behind your back, tying them painfully tight with rough zip ties before shoving you against the wall.

Your breathing turned ragged. No no no—Not again. Not back there. Tears burned your eyes before you could stop them.

The man crouched in front of you, looking almost amused. "Don't worry," he said mockingly. "The agency's on the way."

Your chest tightened harder. Then his smile twisted into something uglier. "But while we wait..." He stepped closer slowly. "I might as well have some fun with you."

Fear crashed through you instantly. You tried pulling against the restraints desperately. The man reached toward you, then suddenly stopped.

The front door had opened. And closed. But nobody walked in or at least you didn't see anyone. The clerk frowned slightly, looking around. "What the—"

A familiar voice echoed quietly behind him. "I wish you fucking would put your hands on her."

The man froze. Your breath caught. The clerk turned too late.

Gojo stood behind him, blue eyes glowing faintly. And he looked furious. Not playful. Not teasing. Terrifying. The man barely managed to open his mouth before—

CRACK.

The sound of Gojo snapping the clercks neck echoed sickeningly through the empty store. The clerk's body collapsed instantly. Silence followed. Gojo didn't even look at him afterward.

He was already kneeling in front of you. "Hey. Hey." His hands immediately moved to your wrists, quickly breaking the restraints apart. "Look at me pretty girl."

Your vision blurred with tears as soon as he touched you.

Gojo's expression cracked instantly. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, brushing your hair away from your face carefully. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."

Your hands shook violently. Gojo grabbed them gently between his own. "You're okay," he murmured. "I got you."

The tenderness in his voice only made you cry harder. His face softened painfully before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. "We're leaving," he whispered.

Distant sirens suddenly echoed outside. Gojo clicked his tongue. "Right. Definitely time to go." He pulled you to your feet carefully, keeping one arm around you as the two of you rushed back outside toward the car.

The second you climbed in, Gojo slammed on the gas again. The gas station disappeared behind you quickly. Neither of you spoke for a while. Your hands still trembled slightly in your lap.

Gojo noticed immediately. Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached over and laced his fingers through yours. Grounding you again.

Hours passed before the highway finally emptied into almost nothing. No cities. No lights. Just endless darkness and trees. Then finally a tiny motel appeared near the side of the road.

The vacancy sign flickered weakly in the night. Gojo looked over at you softly. "We should stop." The motel looked like it had been forgotten sometime in the eighties.

Flickering neon sign. Cracked pavement. A tiny front office glowing warmly against the dark highway. Gojo parked the car near the far end of the lot before looking over at you. "You okay to walk?"

You nodded softly. The exhaustion in your body felt unbearable now that the panic had faded. Every muscle ached, and your eyes still burned from crying earlier.

Gojo noticed anyway. He always noticed. His hand brushed lightly against your lower back as the two of you walked toward the office together.

A tiny bell chimed when Gojo pushed open the door. The room smelled like old books and lavender. Behind the desk sat a tiny elderly woman with silver hair and thick glasses hanging low on her nose. She looked up from her crossword puzzle the second you entered.

And immediately smiled. "Well," she said warmly, "aren't you two a sight."

You stiffened slightly out of instinct. People usually looked at you with suspicion first. Not kindness.

Gojo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while his grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Uh... hi."

The woman's eyes moved between both of you carefully. You probably looked awful. Rumpled clothes. Bruises. Exhaustion written all over your faces.

Gojo glanced toward the desk apologetically. "So... slight problem," he admitted. "We kinda don't have any money."

You blinked at him. "Kinda?"

"Okay, fully."

The woman laughed softly under her breath. Gojo continued quickly before she could answer. "We can leave if that's a problem. We just needed somewhere to stop for the night."

The old woman looked at the two of you for another long moment. Then her expression softened completely. "Oh, honey," she sighed. "You both look exhausted."

Your chest tightened faintly.

"You can take the suite at the end of the hall, stay as long as you'd like."

Both you and Gojo froze. "...For free?" you asked quietly.

She waved her hand dismissively. "You look like sweet kids who've had a rough night."

If only she knew. Gojo stared at her for a second before smiling—small and genuine. "Thank you," he said softly.

The woman handed him the room key. "Get some sleep," she told you both kindly. "And no causing trouble."

Gojo gasped dramatically. "Us? Never."

You snorted quietly beside him. The old woman smiled knowingly like she could already tell exactly what kind of person Gojo was.

A few minutes later, the two of you stepped into the motel suite. And immediately stopped. It wasn't fancy. But compared to the hospital it felt unreal. Warm lighting. Soft carpet. A couch. A TV. A bathroom without steel walls. And one bed.

Your eyes landed on it at the same time as Gojo's. Silence. "Well," Gojo coughed awkwardly, "that's... convenient."

Heat crept into your face instantly. "It's fine," you said quickly.

"Right. Totally fine." Neither of you sounded convincing.

Gojo shut the door behind him before tossing his glasses onto the nearby table. The quiet that followed suddenly felt very different from before. Smaller. Closer.

He had taken off his black jacket, leaving him in just a dark t-shirt. His white hair was slightly messy from the drive, and he looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed the second you emerged.

You moved toward the bathroom quietly. "I'm really craving a shower I need to wash my face. But we have no clean clothes."

"We could sleep naked."

You pause to look at him for a second but there was no evil intent behind his eyes they were full of pureness, and you trusted him. "Okay I'll be back."

"Take your time."

Inside the shower you let the hot water run on your body. You couldn't remember the last time you've had a hot shower. The hospital showers were always either Lukewarm or just plain cold. After your shower, you gripped the edge of the sink tightly for a moment. Your pulse wouldn't calm down. Not because you were scared. Because tonight had changed everything between you.

The hand holding. The forehead kiss. The way Gojo looked at you like losing you terrified him. You splashed water against your face while taking a deep breath before finally stepping back out. Gojo had his back facing towards you.

"I- um just wanted to give you your privacy."

The nervous tone in his voice makes you giggle. "It's ok. I don't mind if you look."

Slowly he gets up and walks towards you. Even though you gave him the green light his eyes stayed on yours. He placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed the corner of your lip and pulled back with a smile after seeing your reaction.

Without a word he walked into the bathroom for his shower. Your face got immediately hot afterwards. What if you guys ended up.... doing more than sleeping tonight. You never done anything like that before. You were so nervous that you crawled into the bed and reached for the remote to find something to watch.

Sometime later Gojo comes out of the bathroom and your eyes dart in his direction, but you quickly avert your gaze. It makes him do a deep chuckle before he joins you on the bed, sitting on the edge.

For a moment neither of you spoke. The tension in the room felt thick now. Warm. Gojo's eyes drifted briefly toward the fading marks around your wrists from the restraints earlier.

His expression softened instantly. "...Does it hurt?"

You looked down. "A little."

He stood slowly and walked toward your side of the bed. Every step made your heartbeat worse. "Can I see?" He kneeled down in front of you.

Your breath caught slightly. But you nodded. Gojo reached for your hand carefully, like he was scared of hurting you somehow and turned your wrist gently beneath the light.

His thumb brushed softly over the bruised skin. The touch was so gentle it almost hurt more. His jaw tightened faintly. "I should've gotten there faster."

"You came and that's all that matters." The words slipped out quietly.

Gojo looked up at you immediately. Your faces were suddenly too close. You could feel his breath now. The room felt unbearably warm. "You scared me," he admitted softly.

Your chest tightened painfully. Nobody had ever said something like that about you before. Like losing you would actually matter. Gojo's eyes flicked down briefly to your lips. Then back up again.

And the air between you shifted completely. Neither of you moved. The space between you felt impossibly small now. Gojo still held your wrist gently in his hand, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the bruised skin like he couldn't stop checking that you were really okay.

Your heartbeat was so loud you were convinced he could hear it. His gaze stayed locked on yours for a long second before dropping again. Slowly. To your lips. Your breath caught.

Gojo noticed immediately. And for once Satoru Gojo looked nervous. Not scared. Not uncertain. Just... careful. Like he was waiting for you to pull away.

"You know," he murmured softly, "for someone who barely talked when we met, you're causing me a lot of problems lately."

A tiny smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. "You cause your own problems."

"True." His voice had dropped lower now.

Your fingers curled slightly against his hand without thinking. Gojo's expression shifted instantly at the feeling. Something softer. Hungrier. Like he'd been holding himself back for a while now.

"Y/n," he said quietly. The way he said your name made your stomach twist. Not like the doctors did. Not like a file number. Like it actually meant something. You leaned a tiny bit closer before you could overthink it.

Gojo went completely still. "You're staring again," you whispered.

His mouth curved faintly. "Can you blame me?"

Heat rushed into your cheeks immediately. Gojo smiled softer at the sight. Then carefully slow enough for you to stop him his free hand lifted to brush a strand of hair.

His fingertips lingered against your cheek afterward. Gentle. You leaned into it without realizing. Gojo inhaled sharply at the movement. That tiny sound nearly destroyed whatever restraint he had left.

"You keep doing things like that," he muttered, voice rougher now, "and I'm gonna start making bad decisions."

Your eyes flicked toward his lips this time. You didn't miss the way his gaze darkened when he noticed. Then quietly "Maybe I want you to."

Something in Gojo's expression broke completely after that.

His hand slid carefully to the side of your neck as he inched closer, pushing you lightly against the bed. Still giving you time to pull away. Still waiting. You didn't.

The second he realized that he kissed you. Soft at first. Almost hesitant. Like he was trying to memorize what this felt like. Your breath caught against his mouth immediately.

Gojo's hand tightened slightly at your waist, pulling you closer carefully, and suddenly every feeling you'd shoved down since meeting him came crashing to the surface all at once. Relief. Want. Safety. Him.

The kiss deepened slowly, warmth flooding through your chest so intensely it almost hurt. Gojo kissed like he cared too much already. Like he'd been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours as both of you tried to breathe again. A quiet laugh escaped him. "There goes my self-control."

You smiled softly for the first time all night. "I don't think you had much to begin with."

A smirk grows on his face as he grabs yours and kisses you hard, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He hooks his hands down under your knees and lifts you up as you hook your ankles around his waist, he lets out a stifled moan, feeling your body on his was like sticking his fingers in an outlet. He had punished his cock endlessly over daydreams like this, and here he was, sinking onto the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

His mouth leaves yours, and begins leaving urgent, marks down your neck. You slowly start grinding on him, and he's fighting back whimpers and moans. It's perfect, it's everything, he needs more.

You softly moan as he continues kissing, licking and biting your neck from your earlobe to your collarbone. This is heaven.

He slips his hands down, feeling your stomach, your back, stopping right at the curve of your breasts. "Can I- touch you- more please?" He says desperately between kisses.

"God, please" you say breathlessly.

He pulls back a little stopping to admire your body. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined" he said as he began squeezing and sucking on your chest. You cry out in pleasure and quickly slap your hand over your mouth. "You-ahh fuck- you thought of m-me like this?" you whisper, already knowing answer.

"What do you think has been keeping me up at night? You haunt me, my love. I am tortured by the thought of pleasing you."

He lifts you up and gently tosses you onto the bed. He grabs your hands, lacing his fingers between yours and holding your hands above your head. He kisses you, sloppy and desperate to taste more of you.

more.

more.

more.

It's all he can think of. His strong, muscular body is sprawled out between your legs. He pulls himself up until he can grind his cock into you. Soon, the friction is too much. You are still enthralled by his beauty.

You've never seen him like this. Never in the hushed frenzy of hands and tongues in a room alone.

You trace the scar on his wrists, a sad look flashes over your face. He notices and grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. "I'm okay now, don't worry. I remember, I'm better now because of you."

He lays back on top of you and begins kissing down your neck again, down to your chest, but this time not stopping there. He drags long stripes with his tongue down between the valley of your chest, biting and kissing your stomach on the way down. It's every fantasy he'd had about you all crashing into him right now. He was so hard it hurt but he ignored it.

This wasn't something he wanted to push away or rush through. He had spent months agonizing over every little detail, every way he wanted to please you. He was going to do all of it. He lifted your thigh to his mouth kissing and licking down it until he reached your ankle.

He wanted to worship your body, the body that works so hard, the body that houses during the trials, the girl he loves. He drops your leg and sinks back down, "May I?" he said quietly with heavy eyelids.

"y-yes please. I need you too." you whispered in response, lifting your hips in anticipation.

Sticky strands of your wetness start to cling smearing on your thighs. He cleaned you up quickly, licking the wet spots down your thighs.

Unconsciously palming his throbbing cock. He leans his cheek on your thigh looking down at your dripping pussy. "God, you're so amazing. Look at her, your pretty pussy" he says as he lays back down, kissing from your belly button until just above your clit.

Squirming and writhing with impatience, you whimper out a small "please, Satoru." Your eyes meet and that was all he needed, the last straw.

He dove in hungrily, sucking and slurping your dripping wet pussy, burying his face into you. You let out a gasp, clamping your hand over your mouth as you let out a deep groan from the bottom of your stomach.

He reaches up to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, he just started but you already feel close.

You look down at him, his deep blue eyes staring up at you full of lust, something so dark behind them. He plunged his tongue into you so deeply, fucking you and slurping on your gushing wet pussy. "C-can I tell you something?" you gasp out breathlessly trying not to scream from the pleasure.

"Of course-you can" he replied between thick wet kisses on your clit. He eased up, gently nibbling and sucking on it so you could respond easier.

"I touched myself almost every night thinking about you in my room like this. You let out a raspy moan as he sucked harder. He let go and sat up for a moment, eyes darkening. A smile creeps up his face as he asks, "Can I tell you something then?"

You whined at the lack of stimulation but nodded softly.

"So, have I. I punished myself to the thought of you every night, I just couldn't help myself. I felt like such a dickhead for it." Your eyes grow wide, as it dawns on you, all those sweet, innocent interactions.

All those pleasantries and small lingering stares, the whole time he thought about you in the same way you did of him. A pervert and he was all for you.

You grab his face and pull him up, crashing into him. His face covered in your slick, creating a sloppy wet kiss. You accepted him, not only that, you seemed elated at the idea of him to cumming to the thought of you over and over again. God, you were everything he could've ever wanted.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm not done. Let me keep going for a little while longer. Please, I need to." he whispered into your lips. You nod, as he sunk back down to gently place a kiss on your clit. But that gentleness didn't last long, he quickly became consumed by you again. He was devouring you viciously, his eyes darkened and hazy.

He was unconsciously grinding against your mattress, moaning into your pussy. "You taste- so fucking good. God I love it" he mumbled into your soft wet lips.

You began to feel your orgasm coming on, and quickly. 'ahh-fuck, wait- slow down- i'm gonna-'

"say it."

"I'm gonna cum! fuck-I'm gonna cum Toru!" your whole body grinding into his face, as he pushed his jaw into your wet throbbing pussy.

He growled and gripped your thighs tighter, pulling himself even deeper into you. One of your hands smacked over your mouth to keep you from screaming, the other laced its way into his hair, gripping it and using it to twist his tongue around on you. You gush onto his face, panting and moaning into your hand. He shudders and groans, over and over saying "mhm, mhm~" encouraging you to use him.

Your stiff, shaking legs relax as you come down, slumping back onto the pillows. He slows down with you, matching your body language. He pulls off you, placing gentle yet firm kisses on your clit, helping you ride out the end of your orgasm.

"Thank you." he says, his eyes still dark and low. You blush and hide your face in your hands, "I don't know what you're thanking me for."

"For letting me please you. It's all I want to do. I want to worship you until my body breaks down. I want to satisfy every craving you have. Can I keep going?" he says, as he places long sloppy kisses on your thigh, leaving marks up and down them.

"Yes please, I still need so much from you" you reply breathlessly.

He dips back down and begins sucking on your clit again, but this time he brings one of his hands around and gently rubs your lips with his fingers. He spreads you open and slowly starts sinking one of his fingers into you. Just that small amount of stretch felt so good, you felt yourself clench around him, your body desperate for more of him.

He groaned into your pussy, muttering something like "fuck, you're pulling me in~" but it was hard to hear over your own raspy moans and whimpers. He pulled out his finger to add a second one, stretching you further. His fingers felt large so long, and rough. He began slowly pumping them in an out, noticing how your moans would get higher and quicker the more he ran his fingers over that nub of flesh inside you.

"ahh-fuck, oh my god' you cried, 'it's so much, fuck it feels too good. please, faster, im gonna cum!!"

He sucked harder on your clit, pushing his jaw into you again while pumping in and out of your dripping wet pussy. You were clenching and throbbing around him, sucking his fingers back in. he was shuddering and grinding into the bed again, desperately trying to hold back cumming himself.

You cried out, calling his name over and over as you came on his face and hands, you squirted all over his fingers, gushing down his jaw and neck.

goodness, you made such a fucking mess. He rides it out with you, easing up and slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

Sitting up, he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking them and licking his hands down to his wrists, cleaning himself off. He wipes his face with his hand and reaches to smear your cum all over his cock.

The air was thick and heady, his head swimming from all the pleasure in the air. On his knees, he looked down at you pleasuring himself. His precum growing as he touched himself. His eyebrows scrunched, and his jaw hanging open, he let out small guttural moans.

He fell down onto you, propping himself up over your face his white hair hanging around you as he continued stroking his cock. "please.... can I please fuck you?" he begs, never taking his eyes off your face.

You look down to see it was red and twitching and angry desperate to be inside you. You grab his hips and roughly pull him down onto you, the hilt of his cock wetly slapping onto your pussy with a squelch. "Please fuck me, I have needed you for so long." You whisper as you grab his face and kiss him deeply, as if he had been gone for days.

His breath catches in his throat as his cock finally makes contact with you for the first time. without thinking, he began grinding into you, thick wet sounds reverberated around the room. you were so wet, so covered in cum that his cock glided so easily on you. He could've cum from this alone, but he couldn't.

He was so close to getting what he needed, he had to hold back. He hooked his arm under your back and pulled you closer. He moved from your lips to your neck, sucking on your earlobe, gasping and moaning in your ear. "c-can you put me inside you? if I watch I'm going to cum. I-hah fuck- I need you to do it." he said through gritted teeth.

You reach down between the two of you and grab his cock. He stifles a moan as you give it a few cautionary strokes, before rubbing the tip between your lips to gather some of your wet cum. You angle it into yourself and grab his hips to slowly push him into you. His eyes shoot open and lock with yours, letting out a loud "ohhhh fuuccckkkkk~" as his eyes roll back a little and his jaw hangs open.

You keep going, whimpering as it stretches you out. You reach the base of his long, thick cock, the white puffs of hair tickling your clit. You grind down onto him, slowly rocking your hips back and forth trying to get used to it. He's frozen, choking on his own moans trying to comprehend what he's feeling.

It's exactly what he thought it would be. no, it's so much better. All those nights spent fucking his pillows like a creep, when just two floors over the sweetest, tightest, wettest, prettiest pussy was getting fingered and played with to the thought of him. It was almost cruel, realizing that as your pussy clenched tightly around him, he could've had it sooner.

He slowly started rolling his hips with you, every bit of friction on his cock, every throb of your pussy felt like overstimulation. He needed it so badly for so long, now that he had it, it's overwhelming. He pushes past the urge to cum and begins pumping long, slow, deep strokes into you. Every time he bottoms out and feels your cervix around the head of his cock, you both moan in unison.

You were both breaking down under the weight of your lust for each other. "fuck, your cock feels so amazing. It's better than I thought it would be!!" you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes.

Your praise goes straight down to his cock. Looking down at you crying over the pleasure he could give you, it was crippling. His elbows buckle, no longer able to hold himself up to watch you bounce under him. He wraps his other arm that's not under you around the back of your neck and starts biting into your shoulder "god, your-fuckfuck ahh- your pussy is p-perfect, you keep sucking me back in, it's so wet and tight, I can't take it!! it's-god, fuck- it's too good!!" He wells with tears too, you are both so overcome with pleasure you are crying and clawing at each other.

You leave thick red scratches down his back as he continues to fuck you hard and slow, leaving bite marks and dark hickeys all over your neck. You drool into his shoulder unable to speak, mumbling and moaning loosely about how good it feels, how badly you need his cum, how you dreamed of him fucking you like this.

But with every sound you make, he gets closer and closer to cumming inside your sweet little pussy. He begins to fuck you faster and harder, drilling his hips into you as he sits up and spreads your thighs open for him. His face looks angry and dark as he tries desperately not to cum. "oh my god, yes-fuck!!! i'm gonna cum, Toru!!! I'm gonna cum on your cock please keep going!!!"

Thank god, he thought. He was not going to be able to keep this up much longer, but he had to make you cum before he did. Your bouncing tits and your slack jawed, fucked out face was making it so much harder for him to keep up. He looked down at the mess you were making on him, your wet slick running all the way up to just under his belly button, matting down his happy trail, and dripping down his balls.

There was a creamy ring of your cum all over the hilt of his cock. Every wet smack and squelch of your tight little pussy was ruining him. He felt you begin to shake and clench around him, sucking him in even harder. Your pussy was milking his cock for cum and it was too much.

You both crash into each other in a tangle of limbs and guttural, animalistic groans as you both cum so hard you are seeing stars. You squirt all down the length of his cock, splashing up onto both of your stomachs as he cums deep into your pussy. You feel the throb of his cock as it pumps deep against your cervix as you clench around him, milking him for more.

He whimpers and drools against your shoulder as he comes down, you shudder and weakly grind your clit against him as you fuck the last of your high off. You both lay there in the sticky mess you made, just breathing in each other for a while.

He pulls you in tight, holding you close against him. He slowly pulls his half-hard cock out of you, watching his cum spill out onto the bed around you. He gets up pulls a towel from the bathroom. He cleans you off and lays down next to you, lightly tracing hearts on your stomach.

Nothing was said after that, and nothing had to be. It was just a moment to take in. A moment of peace. His arms stayed around you. Like he had no intention of letting go now that he finally had you.

Morning came quietly. For the first time in years, there were no alarms. No doctors. No fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Just warmth spilling softly through the motel curtains.

Gojo shifted sleepily beneath the blankets, arm moving instinctively across the bed beside him. Cold. His eyes opened immediately. "Y/n...?"

Still half asleep, he pushed himself up, messy white hair falling into his eyes as he rubbed at them tiredly. Then he saw you. Standing on the small balcony outside the motel room with a blanket wrapped around your body.

The early morning sun wrapped around you softly, golden light catching against your exposed skin and hair while the breeze moved the blanket gently.

Gojo went completely still. His chest tightened painfully. Because standing there beneath the sunlight you looked unreal. Like something too beautiful for this world. An angel. And somehow, somehow, you were his.

A small smile pulled at his mouth before he quietly got out of bed and walked toward you. You didn't notice him at first, too focused on the empty fields stretching endlessly beyond the motel parking lot.

The country around you was peaceful. Quiet. Nothing like the facility. Gojo stepped behind you slowly before wrapping his arms around your waist. You relaxed instantly against him. His lips brushed softly against the side of your neck once. Then again.

The feeling of him pressed against you made you gasp. "Toru you're on a balcony butt ass naked you know."

He chuckles. "There's no one out here. Now tell me what's going on in that pretty brain of yours." he murmured sleepily against your skin.

You smiled faintly, but it didn't fully reach your eyes. Gojo noticed immediately. His hold tightened slightly. "It just..." you hesitated quietly. "Doesn't feel real yet."

He stayed silent, listening. "I keep thinking someone's gonna take us back." The words came out smaller than you intended. "And sometimes..." your fingers curled against the balcony railing. "Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve this."

Gojo pulled back just enough to look at you. His expression softened instantly. "Don't say that." You looked away. "I mean it," he said more firmly this time. "You deserve to be free."

Your throat tightened.

"You deserve more than that, actually." His hand moved gently to turn your face toward him again. "The world was awful to you," he murmured. "That doesn't mean you were supposed to stay trapped there forever."

You stared at him quietly.

Gojo smiled softly before resting his forehead lightly against yours. "And if you let me," he whispered, "I'll give you the whole world. We've been through a lot together these past few days and it's shown me that life is too short to not live it to the fullest. I love you Y/n. Whatever you feel, I feel, when you're hurt, I'm hurt, and that look in your eyes when we were back at the hospital, how you looked when that guy had you at the gas station. I never want to see it again and if you let me, I promise I'll keep you safe."

Your chest ached so badly it almost scared you. "I love you too."

Gojo hummed and smiled thoughtfully after a moment before glancing out toward the open fields. "You know what we should do?"

"What?"

"We disappear."

A small laugh escaped you. "We already did."

"No, I mean really disappear." His eyes brightened slightly now. "Like... middle of nowhere type of disappear."

You blinked. Gojo continued excitedly, already imagining it. "We find some tiny place way out in the country where nobody knows us."

"You? Living quietly?" you teased softly.

"I can be peaceful."

"You started a prison riot yesterday."

"Yesterday's problem."

You laughed quietly.

Gojo grinned proudly before continuing. "We'd grow our own food," he said. "Have a little house. Maybe some animals."

"You don't know how to farm."

"I'd learn."

You smile imagining him as a farmer. "Okay..." your smile softened slightly. "I like the idea."

Gojo's expression immediately melted. "Yeah?"

You nodded. The thought sounded nice. No experiments. No running. No fear. Just him. Just peace.

A sharp knock at the motel door suddenly interrupted the moment. Gojo's body tensed instantly. All softness disappeared in a second. His arm moved protectively in front of you while his eyes locked onto the room behind you.

Another knock. Gojo pressed a finger gently to his lips. You nodded immediately and stepped behind him quietly. He quickly wrapped a blanket around his lower half. Every muscle in his body looked ready to fight as he slowly opened the motel door.

Then paused. "Oh."

The sweet old lady from the front office stood there holding two bags with a warm smile. "Well, good morning." Gojo visibly relaxed.

You peeked out from behind him cautiously. The woman's smile softened further at the sight of both of you. "I hope you don't mind," she said kindly, holding up the bags. "I went into town early this morning."

Your brows furrowed slightly. "For us?"

"There's clothes in one bag," she explained. "And breakfast in the other. You two looked like you needed both."

Your chest tightened painfully at the kindness. Nobody had ever done something like this for you before. Gojo looked genuinely caught off guard too.

"That's... really nice of you," he said quietly.

The woman waved him off. "You remind me of my grandson," she said fondly. "Always getting into trouble."

Gojo grinned immediately. "See? I'm charming."

"You're something," she laughed.

You smiled softly as she handed over the bags. Inside were fresh clothes, toiletries, and warm breakfast sandwiches wrapped carefully in foil.

Your eyes burned unexpectedly. "Thank you," you whispered.

The old woman reached out gently, squeezing your hand once. "Take care of each other," she said softly. Then she left the two of you standing quietly in the doorway. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Gojo looked over at you with the smallest smile.

"Maybe the world isn't completely terrible after all."

The tiny motel room smelled like syrup and coffee by the time the two of you finally sat down to eat.

Gojo sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, already halfway through his breakfast sandwich while you unwrapped yours more slowly. He grinned shamelessly before holding out one of the hash browns toward you.

You took it quietly, warmth spreading through your chest again at how natural this all felt. Too natural. After breakfast, the two of you changed into the clothes the old lady had bought.

Gojo ended up in a black hoodie and dark jeans while you changed into a soft oversized sweater and leggings that fit. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Gojo looked up from where he was fixing his sunglasses. And froze.

"...Wow."

Heat crept into your cheeks instantly. "What?"

He stared for another second before dramatically placing a hand over his chest. "You're going to kill me."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. "Please this outfit isn't even all that."

A little while later, the two of you wandered through the small nearby town together. And for the first time in forever you felt normal. Street performers played music near the sidewalks while little shops lined the roads. Children ran laughing through the streets. Couples walked hand in hand.

Life. Actual life. Gojo dragged you toward almost everything. "Oh my god, look."

"That's literally just a guy making balloon animals."

"Exactly."

At one point he won you a tiny stuffed bear from a rigged carnival game after threatening the booth owner. You laughed harder than you had in years. And Gojo looked at you the entire time instead of the game. Like your happiness mattered more than anything else around him.

By the time the sun began setting, the two of you were walking back toward the motel exhausted but smiling.

Gojo bumped his shoulder lightly against yours. "You know," he said smugly, "we'd be really good at being normal."

"You stole three snacks from a candy shop."

"We have no money and they were overpriced."

You snorted quietly. But as you reached the motel room Gojo suddenly stopped. Your smile faded immediately. The door was slightly open. Every instinct in Gojo's body sharpened instantly. He moved subtly in front of you. Then—

A deafening high-frequency screech exploded through the room. Pain tore through your skull instantly. You collapsed to your knees with a cry, hands flying to your ears as cursed energy spasmed violently beneath your skin.

Beside you, Gojo hit the ground hard too, teeth clenched painfully. "What the fuck—"

The frequency grew louder. A sound so high pitch that was specialized, made specifically to disable sorcerers. The door slammed open fully as armed soldiers stormed the room. Before either of you could recover, rough hands grabbed you both and shoved you violently inside.

Your shoulder hit the floor painfully. Then you saw her. The sweet old lady lay crumpled near the bed. Motionless. Blood stained the carpet beneath her head.

Your breath stopped. "No..." Your entire body shook violently as the realization hit. She was dead. Because of you. A broken sound escaped your throat before you scrambled toward Gojo desperately, clutching onto him while sobs tore through your chest.

Gojo wrapped his arms around you immediately despite the pain wracking his own body. But his eyes— His eyes locked onto the soldiers with pure hatred.

"How did you find us?" he asked through gritted teeth. One of the soldiers crouched in front of him slowly before tipping the barrel of his gun against your forehead mockingly. "There's a tracker in your little bitches head."

Your stomach dropped. The soldier smiled coldly. "So as long as the little whore is alive and kicking..."

His gaze shifted toward you. "We'll always find you."

Something inside you shattered. Of course. Of course there was never really a way out. You felt sick. But beside you Gojo suddenly laughed softly. Not amused. Dangerous.

The soldier frowned. "What's so funny?"

Gojo slowly lifted his head despite the frequency still screaming around him.

"You really," he said quietly, "shouldn't have said that." The pressure in the room exploded. Before anyone could react, Gojo forced himself upright through sheer rage alone. The soldier barely had time to widen his eyes before his body crumpled violently beneath Gojo's cursed technique.

Blood splattered across the floor. The other soldiers opened fire instantly, but Gojo moved faster. Even weakened, even in pain he was unstoppable.

The room erupted into chaos. Walls cracked, furniture shattered, screams echoed briefly before cutting off one by one. And then—

Silence.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Gojo stood in the middle of the destruction, blood smeared across his clothes while the frequency device sparked uselessly on the floor beside the bodies.

The second his eyes found you, all the rage disappeared instantly. "Y/n." He crouched in front of you quickly, hands gently grabbing your cheeks as he searched your face frantically. "Are you hurt?"

You shoved his hands away suddenly. Gojo froze. Fresh tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. His expression softened immediately. "Hey—"

"No," you snapped brokenly. "Everything is not okay." Your chest heaved painfully.

"Because of me," you whispered. "You'll never be safe."

Gojo stared at you.

"They'll always find us. No matter where we go." Your voice cracked harder. "Don't you get it, Satoru? I was never meant to be happy."

His face tightened painfully. "What are you trying to say?"

You looked away from him because you couldn't bear the expression in his eyes. "What I'm saying is..." your voice trembled. "I'm going to turn myself in." Gojo's expression darkened instantly.

"And you're going to run away and live out your dream and find some girl who—"

"Not gonna happen toots. Like hell I'll let you do that." His voice cut through yours sharply.

You blinked at him.

"We aren't giving up," he said firmly.

A shaky breath escaped you. "Satoru—"

"No." He moved closer again, gentler this time. You looked exhausted, broken. And Gojo could see it. Without another word, he pulled you tightly against him. Your body shook in his arms as you cried harder.

Gojo held you like letting go wasn't an option. After a moment, he pulled back slightly and wiped your tears carefully with his thumb. "I made a promise to you, didn't I?"

You nodded weakly. His forehead rested lightly against yours. "And I don't intend on breaking it."

Your chest tightened painfully. "They can follow us to the ends of hell and earth," he murmured softly, "and I'll kill every last one of them with my bare hands if I have to."

You shook your head immediately. "It's not fair to you."

Gojo suddenly grabbed your cheeks dramatically, squishing your face together. "Fine," he said stubbornly. "If you go back, then I go back."

You stared at him. "Satoru no—"

"I'm serious."

You sighed shakily in defeat. Because once Gojo decided something there was no changing his mind. His smile softened immediately afterward. "C'mon," he said quietly. "Let's get moving."

Hours later, after endless driving through empty roads and forests the two of you found it. An abandoned cabin hidden deep in the woods. The place looked old and falling apart, but it was secluded. Safe enough for now.

Gojo managed to fix the broken generator outside after nearly electrocuting himself twice. "You absolutely did not know what you were doing."

"I figured it out eventually." The lights flickered on moments later. Inside, the cabin was small. But it was warm. That night after changing, you lay beside Gojo beneath old blankets while rain tapped softly against the windows outside.

The tension between you felt heavier now.

Not just attraction anymore. Fear, love, desperation. Gojo looked over at you quietly in the darkness. Then slowly opened his arms. "Come here."

You hesitated only a second before moving into him. He wrapped himself around you instantly, pulling you tightly against his chest like he needed to feel you there. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, "I love you so much." And for the first time since the motel your breathing finally began to steady.

He held you tight as if you could disappear at any second. "Toru?" Your voice came out as barley above a whisper.

"Yes?"

"Would you love me if I were a rock?" The question weighed heavy on your heart.

It takes him a minute to process your question. "I would love you if you were a grain, a pebble, and dust." He jokes. His light heartedness made you snuggle into him more. You wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

Gojo pressed a soft kiss against your hair. "I got you," he whispered into the dark. And this time you tried to believe him.... but you already made your choice. He deserved to be happy.

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The wind rolled gently through the tall grass. Golden fields stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sun, swaying like waves beneath the sky. Three figures sat quietly near the top of a hill. Itadori, Megumi, and Gojo.

For a while, nobody spoke. The story had gone on much longer than either of the students expected. Neither of them had interrupted. Neither of them had wanted to. Because somewhere along the way, it had stopped sounding like one of Gojo's ridiculous stories.

And started sounding like a wound that never healed. Itadori stared down at the grass beneath him before finally breaking the silence. "W-what happened next, Gojo-sensei?"

The question came out softer than intended. Gojo didn't answer immediately. His hand lowered absently toward the ground beside him. His fingertips brushed against a small stone half-buried in the dirt.

For a moment, he simply stared at it. Then he laughed, a broken sound. "I woke up the next morning..."

His voice was quiet. "...and she was gone." The breeze seemed colder somehow. Gojo's fingers curled around the rock. "I searched everywhere." His jaw tightened. "The cabin, the woods. the roads, every town within a hundred miles, I even went back to that hospital to kill and torcher every single fucking doctor to try and find her" His grip on the stone tightened further. "But it was no use."

Silence followed. Heavy silence. The kind that made Itadori's chest hurt. Gojo lowered his head. His white hair shifted gently in the wind. For the first time, neither student saw the strongest sorcerer alive. They just saw a man. A man who was hurt. A man who never got over losing her.

Gojo swallowed hard. Then continued. "She killed herself to save me." The words hit like a punch. Both Itadori and Megumi froze. Gojo laughed bitterly. A humorless sound."We never even got the—"

His voice cracked. Immediately. He stopped and tried again. "I never even got the chance to..." Nothing came out. The sentence died in his throat. For the first time since either of them had met him—

Gojo looked genuinely close to breaking. Itadori frowned. Without thinking, he reached over and patted Gojo awkwardly on the back. It was clumsy, a little uncomfortable. But sincere. Gojo glanced toward him. For a second, something softened.

Then he took a slow breath. Trying to pull himself together. Trying to be Satoru Gojo again. "It doesn't matter." His voice sounded rough. "It was a long time ago."

Neither student believed that. Not for a second. Gojo stared toward the horizon. The endless field, the distant trees the empty sky. "Today makes four years." His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Four years since I've seen her beautiful face."

The words came easier now. Like he'd repeated them a thousand times in his head. "Four years since I've smelled her fragrance." A faint smile appeared. Small, painful. "Four years since I've heard her laugh." His fingers tightened around the rock. "Four years since I held her in my arms."

The smile disappeared. The silence that followed felt endless. Then Gojo sighed. A shaky breath. "I should've known." Megumi looked toward him. Gojo lowered his gaze. "I should've known what she meant."

His voice cracked again. "When she asked me if I'd love her if she were a rock." His shoulders shook once. Barely noticeable. "I should've stayed awake." A whisper. "I should've talked to her."

His head lowered further. "Fuck..." His hand clenched. "I should've..."

The words refused to come. "I should've..." The rock cracked in his palm. Neither Megumi nor Itadori said anything. There wasn't anything to say. Eventually, Gojo stood. Slowly, carefully. He turned away from them.

The blindfold hid his eyes. But not well enough. Not from the students who knew him. His shoulders were too stiff.... too rigid. Like he was fighting something.

Fighting tears. Fighting memories. Fighting himself. Megumi looked away. Giving him privacy. That's when he noticed movement. Far across the field. Two figures. Blurry and distant. One was smoking.

The other stood beside her. Megumi narrowed his eyes. "...Huh?"

Itadori looked over. "What?"

Megumi pointed. "There." Far beyond the hill. Two women stood near the tree line. Too far away to make out clearly.

But something about them felt familiar. The taller one had dark hair. The other— The wind shifted. And for a split second— Sunlight caught her face.

"How long are you planning to let him keep thinking you're dead?" Shoko's voice cut through the breeze. She took another drag from her cigarette before lazily extending the pack toward you.

You shook your head. "No thanks."

Shoko shrugged. More for her.

You stood quietly beneath the shade of a large tree. Watching always watching. Four years, four years of distance four years of hiding, four years of convincing yourself it was the right decision.

Your eyes found him immediately. They always did. Even from this far away. Satoru. The sight of him still made your chest ache.

"He looks miserable."nShoko exhaled smoke.

You laughed softly. Your gaze lingered on him. Longer than it should have. "I know."

Shoko looked sideways at you. "You know this is getting ridiculous, right?"

You ignored her. Instead, your attention remained fixed on the hill. On him, on the life he'd built, on the students sitting beside him. The family he'd found. Your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.

"When the time is right." The answer came automatically. The same answer you'd given Shoko for years.

She rolled her eyes immediately. "Oh, good." Another drag. "That answer again."

You smiled faintly. But didn't respond. Then movement caught your eye. The pink-haired boy. He was pointing. Directly toward you. Your stomach dropped. Beside him, Megumi was already turning. And Gojo—

Gojo was turning too. Your heart skipped. For a single dangerous second— You almost stayed. Almost. Then instinct won. The same instinct that had kept you hidden for four years.

You stepped backward. One. Two. Three steps. And vanished into the trees. Just as Gojo turned around.

"What?" Gojo frowned.

Itadori pointed toward the tree line. "There was someone standing there."

Megumi nodded. "There were two people."

Gojo glanced toward the distant woods. Nothing. Just trees swaying in the wind. Empty....Silent. His eyes lingered there longer than necessary. A strange feeling settling in his chest. Something familiar. Something impossible. Then it was gone and the forest stood empty.

Like nobody had ever been there at all.