For the Purpose of An Heir (Gojo X Reader)

Book II (Chapter 3)

"I keep hearing this 'pure heir' term as if I'm supposed to know what it is." Satoru smirked and popped his hip out as his large hands bulged out of the pockets of his skinny jeans.

"That means they listened..." one woman practically screeched with her old vocal chords.

"Dai and Misaki...they listen well." The old man then pointed at Haru and Naobito Zen'in, "You kept the secret...correct?"

The two nodded. You couldn't help but wonder what they were referring to.

"Y/N L/N--" the man shouted with a booming voice, and everybody flinched then looked at you. You quickly shrank into your own body. "--You were found October 11 after accidentally murdering the entirety of an elementary school with your pure technique."

You shrank even lower. Both Naoya and Satoru looked at you in shock, only Haru and Naobito stared forward. Naru obviously knew, and Naobito probably knew as well.

"Your technique is derived from the hands of ancient weavers who we cannot name, all we know is that your technique is pure, and thus the same as theirs."

You looked down in shame and embarrassment. You had hoped and prayed you would never have to deal with the horrific memory of your elementary school, but you were faced with it for the first time in years.

"The moment the L/N clan found this news out, we as higher ups worked to take advantage of this. We had you train, but found that you lacked any defensive skills, making you weak, but your technique is increasingly valuable in the increasing amount of threats we face as a society. Thus, we looked for a way to utilize your technique. We decided to see and observe the clans for their strongest men, and the Zen'in clan and Gojo clan presented Naoya Zen'in and Satoru Gojo."

"Can we please just cut to the chase?" Satoru interrupted with his arms crossed, while quickly tapped his foot. 

"Yes...of course," the old man muttered, "We spent the course of Y/N's stay in the Jujutsu world finding a suitor for her in hopes of a heir one day being created with the techniques of both Y/N and either Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zen'in, and as of today, we have decided who shall be the husband of this pure sorcerer."

The three young adults looked shocked. Satoru especially. 

"Marriage?! I am not getting married to a prissy little princess who kills people with string." Satoru looked pissed.

You looked over to Naoya, both of you more worried at the prospect of not getting married to each other.

Naobito spoke up, "So who did you decide? That's why we're here. I have been trying to get my heir to marry this young woman for thirteen years. I do not want to, and will not be waiting for the answer."

"So the heads of the clans knew about this?!" Satoru gawked at the Zen'in elder, and threw his hands up in annoyance and protest.

"We have unanimously decided that Y/N's husband will be the strongest sorcerer of our generation, Satoru Gojo."

"Of course." His remark was sarcastic, "I'm a clan leader! Shouldn't I have a say?"

"Misaki wrote in her will, that 'if our heir, Satoru Gojo, is selected to be betrothed to Y/N L/N, he will complete the task of marrying her and creating a heir for the safety of the Jujutsu World.'"

You looked over to Naoya, who looked like he was about to flip his lid. On your right, Satoru was about to do the same.

"I will not be marrying Y/N L/N."

"I will not be abandoning my relationship with Y/N L/N."

The two men made their declarations at the same time. Naoya couldn't help but feel jealous towards the man he had already hated the most. Satoru couldn't help but feel angry at his own mother who ensured the marriage would take place. And you couldn't help but feel the existential dread of marrying, and sleeping with a man you hated, and leaving the one you loved.