Together forever, right?
The fight was hard. Even for Gojo. The curse was strong and more just kept showing up. Intelligent enough to create strategies and carry them out.
It wasn’t that they were smarter then you, or stronger, it was just that there were so many. Where were they coming from? Reports had said the activity had died down. This was not how the higher ups explained the mission.
You were a powerful sorcerer, good at your job, good enough to have Gojo sweating a bit during sparring— but he always let you get a few hits in without infinity.
It was dark. You were getting tired, and you could tell that Gojo was getting tired too.
Even he had a limit. And they just kept coming.
In a brief pause, a break in the constant wave of curses, you assumed you could take a breather. Have room to just simply inhale, clear your mind.
But as you tried to inhale, suddenly your breath halted, a searing pain sliced through your body. Your brows furrowed, suddenly you were choking on your own blood.
What had happened? Sure you were exhausted and your technique had your brain rattling in your skull, but you were fine. So why was there a sharp rebar pipe lodged in your ribcage?
Panic filled your body, especially when you felt your knees buckle.
You couldn’t manage to call out, maybe for Gojo, maybe for Nanami and Takuma who were supposed to be on their way.
As your back hit the ground, the pipe was pushed further in, a pained gurgle noise wretched from your throat.
“{🌸}? C’mon we gotta get out of this fucking veil.” Gojo was panting, thoroughly pissed off that these curses thought they could beat him. He was tired. His hands were shaking, eyes aching and his brain utterly throbbing. He wanted to go home. Go home and take a nice long, warm bath with you.
“{🌸}?” He could feel your cursed energy weakening, and suddenly a feeling of panic was coursing through him. “Hey where are y-“
He was cut off as he almost tripped over your body, managing to slide to a stop. His eyes were wide, pupils shrunk to little dots. Because no way this was happening.
With him so focused on you, his limitless flickered, and suddenly a searing pain radiated from the back of his head. He was collapsing, now on the ground next to you. Vision blurry, seeing doubles.
All he could see was you. You, so beautiful, even as you lay beside him dying.
Blood seeped from the corners of your lips, your eyes were unfocused and you looked like you were in so much pain.
But regardless, you reached a shaky hand over, and cupped his jaw. “Sweet boy,” a broken whisper, followed by a cough that had your body in agony as it tightened around the rebar in your ribcage.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, his head hurt so bad. What had happened? What had he gotten hit with?
He was the strongest, he was supposed to be a fucking god in the eyes of other sorcerer’s so just what in the fuck was happening? He wasn’t weak, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. Gojo Satoru could never and should never and HAD never tasted defeat before. Not like this, no.
“I love you…” you whispered, your voice soft despite the fact that you were choking in your own blood.
Gojo wanted to reply, wanted scream and heal you— fix you, teleport you to Shoko, do literally anything. But he could only move his eyes, hell, he could hardly keep them open.
“It’s okay,” somehow, you knew he’d be okay. Gojo Satoru wouldn’t die by the hands of some fuckass curse. Sure, he’d be heavily concussed for a while, but he’d be okay.
You felt cold. Weak. And downright exhausted. You wanted to close your eyes and let go, the pain searing through your body was making you numb, you couldn’t feel your legs. You were scared.
Even tho you’d just said it’d be okay, your bottom lip was quivering and tears were pouring from the corners of your eyes, “I don’t want to die.” You mumbled, but it was getting harder to stay awake, harder to breathe or speak.
And Gojo lay there, helpless for maybe the first time in his powerful life. He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t force his body to move. He watched as you cried, watched as that ugly piece of pipe in your torso shook as you coughed. Your body quivering and shaking at the pain.
Listening to you say it was okay, just for you to say you didn’t want to die? You weren’t going to die. Right? No. You said you’d be with him forever, you’d never leave him. You were his soulmate, his woman, his person. He was supposed to marry you and have little white haired babies with your eyes and his nose.
His heart was shattering, because even as he tried to convince himself that you’d be okay, he knew deep down that this was it.
With his consciousness slipping, he watched your final moments. How your eyes were filled with both fear and love.
One last “I love you,” before your body went limp and your pupils suddenly dilated, that shine gone.
His vision went black and he’d passed out.
Loud beeping filled the room. The heart rate monitor was obnoxious, almost as unbearable as the fluorescent lights glaring down at him.
Suddenly, he was inhaling sharply and sitting up immediately. His head filled with shooting pains, he’d sat up too fast.
His eyes were sensitive to the light and he was already looking for his blindfold—
But then, looking around the room, where were you?
He couldn’t remember what had happened. He remembered the beginning to the fight, but then everything else was blank.
Looking up at the door, he noticed Takuma, Yuji and Megumi.
“You’re awake?! How do you feel?” Yuji was immediately sitting up straight, looking at him wide eyed.
Gojo’s brows furrowed, the looks on their faces was… concerning. They looked exhausted, Takuma looked like he’d been crying his fucking eyes out, Megumi just looked… depressed? Exhausted? Drained? Yuji looked like Yuji. Just more.. worried and sad.
“I’m fine, where’s {🌸}?” Gojo’s brows furrowed, rubbing over his eyes as he felt another wave of ache course through them.
“…” Takuma couldn’t breathe. How could he tell Gojo fucking Satoru that his fiancée died because he and Nanami didn’t get there soon enough? Of course he blamed himself. When he saw you laying there, already cold and stiff, wet tears still on your face, it shattered him.
You and Takuma weren’t super close, but by god were you the second most important role model to him. Nanami being the first of course. He adored you, you were the softer version of Nanami, the fun version. The kind of person that let him get away with stupid shit just to take him out to get ice cream as a reward for good work later.
And you were dead.
Because he and Nanami couldn’t get there fast enough.
“Well? Where is she?” Gojo’s blue eyes were sharper, a sinking feeling was slowly filling him. His heart clenching and stomach churning.
Takuma swallowed thickly, but Megumi is the one that spoke up, “she’s dead.” It was blunt, but his voice was raw. Like he’d been screaming the entire few days prior. And he had. Straight into his pillow or hands.
“What? That’s not fucking funny,” Gojo’s heart was racing and his throat was closing up. What kind of sick fucking joke was this? And from Megumi of all people? “I’m all for pranks but where is my girl?”
This time, Gojo looked at Yuji.
Yuji had to take a shaky breath, eyes locked onto the ground, “she passed during the fight.”
“…what?”
“A piece of rebar was lodged in her abdomen. She died shortly after.” Shoko was in the doorway. Looking more tired than usual. Smelling like the distinct scent of cigarettes. Her voice was quieter but she didn’t sugar coat it.
Gojo was staring at the ground, wide eyed and distraught. Because it was all coming back to him.
How you’d looked at him, like you knew he’d be okay. How you’d whispered ‘I love you’ like it’d be the last thing you’d say to him. It was. Then he remembered how you’d cried, how you’d said you were scared. And oh god, it tore him to shreds.
He didn’t know whether to scream, rip his hair out, of hyperventilate.
He didn’t want to believe it, he couldn’t believe. A deranged look settled on his face as he got out of bed, “where is she?” He mumbled, the room filled with a cold energy. The kind that made it hard to breathe.
“She’s dead Gojo—“
“Where, is she.” He wasn’t taking no for answer, not even when he snatched the clipboard from Shoko, barefoot and murderous as he walked his way all the way down to the morgue.
A singular body sat on a metal table. And he froze, his soul trembled as his hands did. And he was slowly pulling the sheet away from your face when—
“Baby? Baby! Wake up!” You were looking at Gojo wide eyed. He’d been moving and speaking in his sleep, his powers going fucking haywire. When he didn’t wake up, you slapped the shit out of him.
Gojo’s eyes snapped open and his hand shot out to your throat. His eyes were wide dangerous and utterly panicked. He was sweating, his heart was racing and his eyes were glassy.
However, as he recognized it was you, his hand loosened. Brows furrowing in confusion as he looked around.
“Toru,” You carefully pulled his hand away from your throat, “what happened?” You whispered softly, concerned to say the least.
“I-“ Gojo was swallowing thickly, looking around, expecting to see the morgue, to see your body, but just saw your shared bedroom.
“Baby?” You whispered again, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks, “what’s wrong?”
He was crying. Gojo turned his gaze back to you, and his eyes dilated. And he was breathing out the most relived sigh you’d ever heard from the man.
And suddenly he was pulling you into a bone crushing hug, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck. “Oh fuck. Is this real?” He was breathing you in in deep breaths.
“Yes? Toru what’s wrong? Your scaring me—“
“No no, don’t be scared. Please— fuck never say that again, your safe. I’ll keep you safe.” He was frantic in how he cupped your cheeks just to press his ear against your chest. Hearing your heartbeat, your warmth? The biggest fucking relief of his life.
“Ok?…” you simply wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gently pulling him to lay down with you. Letting his face bury in your plush tits and for him to sink his full body weight down into you.
“I love you so fucking much. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I’ll keep you safe, forever. I’m never letting you of my sight again.”
