Reverse Curse Manifestation (Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader Fanfiction)

🍁Traumerei🍁

"Is everything okay?" Gojo asked, noticing the doleful expression on your face.

"Yeah, I just zoned out." You responded monotonically, continuing to eat the delicious pancakes.

As Gojo ate, he kept watching you. You looked thinner; your shoulders seemed frail underneath the baggy shirt, and your face was almost gaunt. It looked like you had lost weight -- all of your worrying had made you forget to eat, and Gojo didn't like that.

The breakfast was quiet with you being unable to hold a conversation, but Satoru didn't seem to notice since he was too engrossed in his own thoughts; he was also wondering what you were thinking about. There was no way for him to tell what was going on inside your mind, especially with you being so quiet.

"Y/N..." Satoru spoke up. You looked up to meet his eyes, and he continued "Why were you afraid of the bath last night?"

You paused for a second.

"When I sleep..." You chewed on another bite of pancake. "I end up on this beach. And Kento is floating in the water. He won't wake up, no matter what I do."

"I see... you dream about him." Satoru responded.

"I don't think it's a dream." You responded. "I first went there after I was kidnapped, when I supposedly died. I think it's an actual place."

Gojo's head tilted slightly downwards as he maintained eye contact with you, staring directly into your eyes through his tinted glasses. He realized this was the place you met Suguru.

"Tell me more." Gojo stared intently, his eyes drilling into your soul.

"It's... just a beach. With an endless coastline. Suguru has been there for longer than I have... He told me about going to school with you, about how he spiraled into destruction... But now Nanami is there too, always floating in the water."

"What else did Suguru say?" Gojo pressed, desperate to know more about his one and only.

"I don't remember specific things. Maybe it really is a dream..." You trailed off as you broke the stare between you and Satoru, casting your gaze towards the ground.

"But, you met Suguru there, and you'd never met him before that, right?" Gojo continued to press you for answers.

"I think so..." You responded, no longer engaged in the conversation as you took another bite of pancake. Gojo sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to get anything else out of you for now as the two of you finished your giant plates of pancakes.

"Thank you for the pancakes." You spoke as you finished your plate. "I'm going to see Kento now."

"I'll go too, just to say hi." Gojo responded.

You got changed into the clothes that Gojo had bought for you the day before, not bothering to get annoyed at the fact that Gojo had not gotten you a single pair of pants -- only skirts. You dressed in an Armani silk blouse and jacket with a flowing maxi skirt.

During the short walk to the hospital, Gojo admired your outfit. He was proud of himself for choosing something that looked simply so pretty. He also managed to get things that fit your exact size, which he was also proud of. He wondered if he would be a fashion designer in another life.

Gojo followed you as you walked up the front steps of the hospital, and wondered how long it would take for you to move on. It was unlikely Nanami would ever wake up, especially from Ieiri's account of what had happened. You had seemingly brought him back from the dead, but if you had done it successfully, Nanami should have been awake right away. Gojo was ready to move on, but you seemed to not only be trapped in the strings of grief, but something much darker as well.

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The cycle continued, as you spent your days by Nanami's bedside and your nights at Gojo's apartment. Sometimes you couldn't do anything at all, you just sat there and stared into the distance. Your mind was caught like a fish on a hook, being dragged away from reality against your own will. It would drift through the crevices of your mind and find memories and thoughts that you had forgotten for years and years.

When you were a part of reality, you weren't much better.

Every day, Gojo hoped to see some sort of improvement in your mood, and every day he was disappointed. You still weren't able to function on your own. You couldn't even brush your teeth on your own, Gojo had to sit you down and painstakingly brush your teeth like he would do for a child.

Every morning, he made sure to make you a big breakfast since you never ate anything on your own. However, sometimes you would just skip it because you simply wanted to see Nanami so badly. You spent your nights in the Ocean Realm as your soul dipped beyond sleep and closer to death each day, your body slowly becoming more and more materialized in the ethereal world. Each morning you would wake up and crave the sight of Nanami breathing, and would rush to the hospital without a single word to Satoru.

Of course, Suguru noticed this inside the ocean realm. He could feel you become more solid, making more contact with his eternal body. You never said much anymore, spending your nights watching over Nanami's floating body. You had long since cried your last tears, and with nothing left within you simply stared.

The routine continued, and Gojo found himself simply going shopping day after day. When he didn't know what else to do, he would head off into town and go to a new designer store. He bought random accessories, shoes, coats, even bed linens. Whenever he saw something cute that was meant for a woman, he would purchase it for you even if it would simply sit in your closet. Gojo only seemed to get you incredibly feminine and formal clothing, with blouses and skirts and high heels and you mostly left them unused in your closet. Gojo never once thought that this amount of shopping wasn't healthy; he had no clue that it would ever come close to an addiction.

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