Remember? [Satoru Gojo x Reader]

chapter 1

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A year following your welcoming ceremony, you walk in Osaka armed with every bit of knowledge about Gojo Satoru. You've lived among the ranks of the group who called themselves the "true sorcerers," where you were trained to more fully realize your jujutsu potential and your ultimate goal in joining the group. Currently, you're out running some errands (AKA buying food and snacks) for a party that was to be hosted tomorrow.

"White hair, usually sticking straight up, wearing a black blindfold, wearing a black jacket, black pants, and black shoes. You sure this man isn't just some crazy old psycho? It sounds like that to me." You're on the phone with Sora, who chuckles at your statement.

"It's not like you've never seen his pictures, (Y/N). Plus, he's only 2 years older than us. He's not that old."

"Oh, wait shhh be quiet! I see someone with white hair... Just kidding, it's an old man." Both of you laugh. Over the past year, you and he have really grown close and you often joke about the first time the two of you met. You walk down the Osaka streets to the nearby grocery store, passing small street stands and alleyways.

"It's a miracle that you were able to develop your cursed technique and everything on your own," Sora continues. "You sure no one taught you that stuff?"

You think a bit. "Not at all! I told no one about my powers!"

Suddenly, to your left, you sense a cursed spirit's energy. Looking to your left, you notice a narrow, dark alleyway that ended some tens meters away.

"I'll call you back. Found a cursed spirit." You hang up.

Quickly darting into the alley, you follow your senses. The cursed energy intensifies as you head forward. The alley widens and you find yourself at the base of what looks like an abandoned parking lot. Cursed energy emanates from the building, sending your stomach into uneasy flips.

Slowly, carefully, you walk into the lobby floor and make a right turn into the main lot. The area is dark and sticky, puddles of foul-smelling water littering the ground, probably the result of years of abandonment. Looking around, the area seemed empty, although there was cursed energy coming from all directions. Above you, a weird mucousy liquid dripped down onto your head. You almost threw up.

In a flash, you sense a surplus of cursed energy straight above you and you jump to the right just as a slimy mass from above drops down towards you, preparing to swallow you. You watch as it stretches to the ground to the rules of gravity. Immediately, a rotten sulfurous odor hits your nose, and your stomach retches and flips.

That has got to be the most DISGUSTING thing I've ever smelled, you think.

Trying hard to not breathe through your nose, you get into a fighting stance. It doesn't work. The stench seems to cling to your tongue, leaving a terrible taste in your mouth as well. This thing needs to be exorcised right now, and you are gonna brush your teeth right after.

For a slow-moving slime ball like the one before you, your cursed technique of splitting time wouldn't be effective at all, and neither would physically striking it, as you would probably just be swallowed. What could you do, then? Rip it to shreds with convergence, a new skill you learned? No, that would tear the entire area apart.

The thing seems to gurgle at you in wait, seeing what you will do. It's very passive, you think.

It comes to you. For a simple being, choose an easy technique. You opt for a simple technique of directing your cursed energy straight towards the being, using a simple cursed technique. You intricately maneuver the energy, twisting and slicing at the slime as it is separated into pieces. You note that the pieces aren't trying to grow together, as you thought. It was a relatively weak cursed spirit and was easy to take care of.

Despite the successful exorcism, the area continues to smell terrible. Unable to withstand another second, you quickly head out of the parking lot, speeding up to a sprint your way out.

Making the last left turn to leave the lot, you suddenly find yourself almost crashing into a tall figure.

"Oh! I'm so sor-" In your haste to get out of the disgusting-smelling place, you hadn't noticed the cursed energy. You stop as you make eye contact with the stranger. Well, eye-mask contact would be a better phrase to describe. Your eyes look up and down the tall figure, wearing a full black attire, hair slicked up by the blindfold, just as you had described him earlier. Except, he was even taller than you imagined. You knew exactly who this was.

It was the Gojo Satoru. The one you'd been conditioned to hate in the past year. Jumping back, you hold up your guard. Would he hurt you? A moment seems to pass where you simply stare at him. To your surprise, however, his mouth breaks into a wide smile. You noticed that his canine teeth were sharp, giving him the appearance of having small fangs.

"You're so what? You ever gonna finish your sentence? Or will you keep staring at me?"

You snap out of your thoughts, but you can't keep your eyes off his figure.

"Nothing." You retort. What to do, what to do, what to do!?

This was not how you planned to meet him for the first time at all; covered in slime residue and completely unprepared.

"(L/N) (Y/N), huh? It's be-"

"How do you know my name?" you hiss. This man was becoming more and more suspicious by the second. Was he feigning kindness?

"How not? You know my name very well, don't you?" His voice carries a jeering note, and you fume at this. It was like he was making fun of you. But on a more serious note, how did he know you knew his name? Had he caught on to your organization's goal? If so, you would have to warn them immediately.

Do I fight him right now?

You didn't want to. Despite having practiced your skill for a year, you knew that fighting the strongest sorcerer was probably no easy feat. If he had grown up practicing and perfecting his skill, there was no way that you, a sorcerer of one year, would be able to beat him. For all you knew, he might be able to easily slice you up into pieces. Maybe a better choice would be to just hold a conversation, since you didn't sense any hostility from the man. Then, you could catch him off guard and get him.

Yeah, that sounds good.

You slowly relax your stance into a more forced but casual position.

"... How... are you?" You say. It felt really odd to be trying to talk to someone you were meant to kill.

"Man, let's get out of here. It smells terrible!" Gojo turns around to face the exit, putting his hands behind his head as if he were relaxing on a beach chair, and begins walking. He had ignored your question. How annoying! You follow suit, not really knowing what to do, but glad to be finally leaving the foul-smelling place.

Before long, the two of you are outside in the sun. You've never been more grateful for clean air, after breathing in the murky air in the parking lot. Gojo looks at you.

"Wanna get dessert with me? I've been to Osaka before but I'm reaaalllly craving some taiyaki and ice cream right now. My treat!" He flashes you his irritating wide grin as he points at himself with his thumb as if he were so amazing.

"Uhhh, sure." You grudgingly agree. What is up with this man? You think. He's so overly friendly.

"This way!!" Gojo exclaims, skipping down the alleyway you had entered through earlier and making a left.

What have I just gotten myself into?

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Eek! First chapter out. Let me know if you guys are enjoying this. I feel awkward writing again after so many years ahah

After reading A Hymn for Salvation by @IWantToDrinkMilk I suddenly feel a lot less confident about this story HAHA Go check out that fanfic tho, it's honestly probably one of the most exquisitely written books I've ever read. It's so beautiful.

Word count: 1305 words

Published May 4, 2021

I do not own any of the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen.