Just a short Yandere Satoru Gojo Drabble
Satoru Gojo loves you. And for everyone else, that love is a death sentence.
Pairings : Satoru Gojo x reader
Warnings : MDNI, 18+, body horror, dead dove do not eat, Yandere,
(Reblogs and comments are appreciated)
This is fucked up so proceed with caution.
You stopped screaming when you realized he likes it….the way he smiles slightly or how he tilts his head like you're singing just for him.
The apartment is your prison. The soft bed you're not allowed to leave at night, the bathroom door he removed
“privacy is for people who have secrets, and we don't keep secrets from each other, do we, baby?"
The living room where he makes you watch movies curled against him, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that make you want to crawl out of your body.
You don't try to escape anymore. Not since the motel.
You can still smell it when you close your eyes, blood, thick and wet in the air.
You'd been so careful, so clever. Stolen cash from his wallet while he showered, slipped out during one of those rare moments.
You'd made it three hours away, paid for a room at a tiny roadside motel.
The owner was kind, elderly, reminded you of someone's grandmother with her warm smile as she handed you the key to room 7.
The man in room 3 had held the door for you, arms full of grocery bags. "Thank you," you'd whispered, and he'd nodded, friendly and polite.
You'd locked yourself in, pushed the dresser against the door, and for the first time in months, you'd felt something like hope.
Then you heard the screaming.
It started in the lobby
Then room 1. Room 2. Sounds that didn't seem human, thuds and cracks and this awful, final silence that followed each one.
You'd backed into the corner, hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing, praying he wouldn't….
The door to room 3 exploded inward. You heard the man, the one who'd been kind to you, try to speak, try to plead. Then just... choking. Gurgling. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor.
Your door came next.
The dresser might as well have been paper. The wood didn't just break, it disintegrated, reduced to splinters by pure cursed energy.
And there he was, Satoru Gojo, that beautiful face you'd grown to fear. His blindfold was off. Those Six Eyes blazed with something inhuman, something terrible and completely, utterly obsessed.
Blood dripped from his hands, his clothes, his hair. He was soaked in it.
"There you are." His voice cracked with relief, with joy, like he'd found something precious he'd lost. You gag, stepping back, but it was too late.
You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but stand there as he wrapped you in his arms.
The blood was still warm. It soaked through your clothes, stuck to your skin.
"Oh, baby. Baby. I was so worried. Do you have any idea what you put me through?"
He squeezed you so tight your ribs ached, face buried in your hair, breathing you in like he'd been drowning and you were air.
You could feel him trembling, not with rage, but with euphoria.
"I missed you so much." He pulled back just enough to cup your face, smearing red across your cheeks. His smile was bright, adoring, completely deranged.
"Three hours. You were gone for three hours and I thought I'd die. My heart, God, you can't do that to me. You can't."
You couldn't speak. Could barely process what you were seeing. The blood under his fingernails. The piece of…something, caught in his hair.
"I know, I know, I'm a mess." He laughed, light and affectionate, like he'd just come home from a hard day at work.
"But you see what happens? You see what you make me do?" His thumb traced your bottom lip, leaving a red streak. "I didn't want to hurt them, sweetheart.”
“Those people, they helped you try to leave me. They took you from me."
Your legs gave out. He caught you easily, cradling you against his chest.
"Shh, shh, it's okay now. We're going home now, okay? Just you and me.” He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. "I'll always find you. You understand that now, don't you? There's nowhere in this world you can go that I won't follow. No one who can hide you from me."
He carried you past room 3.
Through the big hole, you saw the nice man who smiled at you before and held the door with his grocery bag. His belly was cut open from belly button to chest, his guts were out. His groceries were spilled, eggs smashed with yellow stuff mixing into the blood pool, milk carton tipped over making white lines in the red mess. His mouth was open wide in a scream.
Your stomach flipped, and you felt like throwing up, but Satoru's hand held your head back. 'Don't look, baby,” he said soft like to a kid. “That's not for you to see. Just focus on me. Only me.”
The lobby was worse. You squeezed your eyes shut, but you'd already seen her, the kind old lady, still behind the desk, her kind smile gone forever. Her neck was turned wrong, bones were sticking out through skin like a broken ladder.
Thirteen people. You learned later from the news he let you watch, his arms around your waist, chin hooked over your shoulder.
Thirteen people dead in what authorities called "a mysterious mass casualty event." No suspects. No evidence. Just bodies.
"I'd paint the whole world red if it meant keeping you with me,” he'd whispered in your ear while the news played.
You are his. You will always be his.
The blood under his fingernails from the motel took three days to fully wash away, but he never stopped touching you.
Now, whenever you hear the door unlock. Your stomach drops, but you don't move from where you're sitting on the couch. You learned.
“I’m home. Miss me baby?” He’s holding takeout from that restaurant you mentioned liking once.
You just nod. It's easier this way.
"That's my good girl." He kisses you then, slow and deep, swallowing your whimper. When he pulls back, he's smiling like he's just won everything. And he has, hasn't he?
"Now, let's eat. You haven't been finishing your meals, and you're getting too thin. I need you healthy and strong."
For what? you want to ask. For this life sentence he's decided for you?
But you don't ask. You've learned. You sit where he guides you, let him feed you bites of food you can't taste, and when he pulls you into his lap afterward, caging you against his chest, you don't resist. His heart beats steady against your back, and yours rabbits against your ribs like a trapped animal.
He talks about your future together, about the life you'll build, completely delusional to the reality that you're his prisoner.
"I'd never hurt you," he says, and you believe him.
Because Satoru Gojo loves you. And for everyone else in the world, that love is a death sentence.
