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saturday came by too fast to y/n’s liking. they were waiting for the train to arrive, hand in hand, her fingers playing with Gojo’s as her mind was elsewhere.
Gojo knew that y/n was nervous; the way her palms were sweaty, fingers constantly looking to fiddle with something (his own fingers in this case), her eyes looking everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. seeing her mother after all those years brought her on the edge, and that’s why Gojo didn’t offer to simply take them there with his technique. no. he was in no rush to get y/n to her childhood house, not when it brought her to her current state.
the train ride was fast; the village was only 1 hour away from Tokyo, and while Gojo relaxed, feigning sleep (he was fully awake, aware of anything that happened during the ride), he would silently watch her, his gaze hidden underneath his lashes; her nervousness rubbed onto him, making him feel uneasy.
the effect she had on him was just ridiculous.
when they got off the train and stepped onto the platform, he knew he’d felt something, yet he wasn’t sure. taking hold of her hand once more, he had activated his infinity, making sure that wathever that feeling he had would not reach the girl; he did not have a good feeling about this village. he wanted out as soon as possible, but he did remember y/n telling her mother that she’d spend the weekend.
a small village, yet quite populated. don’t think about those old villages where people knew each other. no. although the buildings were indeed old, this place was thriving, the fields and mines bringing a lot of money to the population that resided there. even if the village was considered to be prosperous, the buildings and houses were structured all too similar, a newcomer hardly being able to tell them apart, spot any difference between them at a first glace — but Gojo quickly adapted to the scenery. he wondered which was y/n’s, where did she grow up.
another bus ride later, and he found himself standing in front of a manor. needless to say, he didn’t expect y/n to come from wealth, not with the way she dressed or behaved, not to mention her rich vocabulary which consisted of words such as ‘shit’, ‘fuck’, ‘crap’, ‘damn’ and so on.
the manor was not big. it most likely had 4 bedrooms at most, but what impressed Gojo was all the greenery. the place was surrounded by hills of grass, trees, ponds here and there. so much nature for one to see, no wonder y/n enjoyed the garden at the high school the most.
it reminded her of her home.
—or so he tought.
a maid was waiting at the entrance, having opened the gate for y/n and her guest. she’d bow the upper half of her body, greeting the girl with utmost respect.
“welcome home, l/n-sama.”
-sama? Gojo tried to stiffle his laugh, and y/n blushed as she caught onto it. but her bashfulness was gone the moment she stepped foot inside the yard. the amount of cursed energy around them was suffocating, nauseating even, but to his shock she was unbothered.
another shock was the demeanour of the girl do a full 180. if she was smiling and laughing before, all that was gone. the life in her eyes had faded, and Gojo would almost mistake her for a different person — it was only the hold that she still had on his hand that made him realise this was a defence mechanism.
this was y/n in her home.
how unfortunate.
she ignored the maid, very unusual behaviour Gojo noted, and walked directly towards the house. she did not spare one glance towards the garden; the nature she had loved so much, the trees under which she’d eat with her mother, have her father read her stories, nap when the weather was just too perfect. she felt her throat tighten with each step she took towards the place she called her house.
this was not her home. no.
it was an empty shell of what she once called her home. just a house where the woman who birthed her into this world lived.
she’d take Gojo to a big room which he concluded to be the living room, with only a table in the middle and 3 mats on the floor.
3
her father, her mother, and herself.
nothing in the house had changed since his death.
a maid had brought a 4th mat, and that Gojo realised was the one meant for him.
y/n gestured for Gojo to take a seat next to her, both kneeling on one side of the table, waiting.
waiting for her to make her appearance.
y/n was beautiful, his eyes mesmerised whenever he looked at her, and when her mother entered the room Gojo was quick to realise that beauty ran in the family.
although her skin was pale and her features looked sickly, the way the sunlight hit her face still made the woman glow. they looked so alike, yet so different at the same time.
during the short walk towards the living room, Gojo had realised that there were no family pictures displayed anywhere, the house lacking any form of life.
“hello, y/n.” her voice was grave, her steps softly pressing into the wooden floor as a maid helped her walk to the other side of the table. “and—-“
and then it cracked. the moment her mother’s gaze landed on the sorcerer, everyone in the room felt it.
such malevolent intent, coming from none other than her mother and aimed to Gojo Satoru.
“…six eyes.”
both Gojo and y/n tensed; for all she knew, y/n was raised by a normal family, herself being the only anomaly as she was born being able to see and later on talk to curses. her family was supposed to be a normal family, she was raised knowing that much.
—— she was raised knowing nothing.
“y/n, how do you know the bearer of the six eyes?” her mother was not questioning her due to being worried about her wellbeing or genuinely curious about her life. no. she was interrogating her daughter.
“he’s got a name mom! he’s—“
“Gojo Satoru, i know.”
she felt as if she was talking to a stranger. forget not talking to her mother in 3 years, she had no idea what was going on.
“w.. we were studying together at Jujutsu High, he’s my upperclassman.”
“were?”
“he’s graduated now, and—“
“i thought you wanted to talk to your daughter, so what’s the point of asking her questions about me?” he was not curious, he was angry. the woman in front of him, the mother of the girl he cared for so deeply, was not treating her daughter as she was supposed to.
this conversation felt off. Gojo wanted to leave, but he wanted to find out what was so important to this woman that she wanted to tell y/n in person and not over the phone.
the mother sighed, finally deciding to take a seat in front of the two. she spared no glance towards the sorcerer, and to say that he was bothered would be a lie.
he didn’t care.
as long as nothing happened to y/n, he didn’t care the way people treated him.
“thank you for coming today.”
Gojo couldn’t help but note how strange their relation felt; the formal way they were talking to each, not like a mother and daughter would talk, but more like a teacher and student, boss and employee even.
“you’ve turned 18 this year, so now i can tell you—
— our family’s history.”
“family history? you mean about my grandma and granpa?” she was playing dumb, and Gojo knew she was frightened of whatever her mother was about to reveal.
“no. about our ancestors and our power. you felt, it didn’t you? the cursed energy in our garden.”
the woman’s question was aimed not only to y/n, but to her guest as well. Gojo tensed.
this was not going to end nicely.
“yes.” they both confirmed, and y/n’s mother gave one sinister smile.
“you, y/n, could not feel it before. but now you are 18, and i can see that you’re wearing the necklace as well.”
how did she know about the necklace?
if Gojo was sweating, he was not showing it. y/n, however, was.
she felt the fear all the way in her bones; this was not the same person who raised her. just a hollow husk of the one she used to call mother.
it all changed the day her father passed. it was as if her mother had died as well — well, her soul at least.
“so you inherted it! finally! darling, it is as you said—— y/n has it!”
now the woman’s head feel backwards, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as she started at the blank ceiling, as if talking to someone — she was delusional.
“it’s as your father said, y/n — the day you would find the necklace the seal on your cursed energy would break, but only when you’d turn 18 you’d finally be able to use it. it’s you.
you are the cursed child!”
and Gojo had had enough.
“thank you for your invitation today, but we must go.”
he helped y/n up, his gaze softening as concern clouded his judgement; y/n was shaking, she was on the verge of having a breakdown.
“…what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
and it snapped.
“me?! cursed child?! what’s that supposed to mean?!”
her breathing was laboured, her thoughts a disarray.
“y/n, have you ever wondered why i was against you going to Jujutsu High School?”
the question seemed to have quietened y/n down, her mother gaining her attention.
“because i knew you’d go for sure if i was against it. you’d do anything i’d tell you not to do, just like your father. and just like he wanted, you found the necklace and awakened your power… although it seems you don’t know yet how to use it.”
y/n froze; she had a really bad feeling.
she was correct — right next to her mother, out of thin air, a curse had materialised. it looked almost human, the only difference being that it was missing its head - it made her want to puke. the curse did not move, it had no intent or will to do anything whatsoever.
“go on, tell it to kill me.”
y/n wanted to scream, and Gojo was left too astounded to speak, let alone move - but he had to protect y/n, so as he’d almost gotten ready to exorcise the curse, he was stopped.
“Satoru, wait…”
y/n had stopped him, and he did not know what was happening anymore.
“tell it to kill me!” her mother demanded, and y/n shook her head.
“no!” her voice was shaky, she did not want to cry. she did not want to be weak.
“why?” a smirk etched itself across the woman’s face; she knew why.
“…because it will listen to me.”
y/n had now realised what her technique was; Suguru was able to control the curses only after ingesting them, but she was able to control any curse with only her voice. whatever she’d order the curse to do, whatever she’d ask them, the curses were forced to answer to her.
she was the master and they were her puppets.
“my cursed child.”
Gojo listened as y/n told the curse to leave, watched as the curse got on its feet and simply left; where it was headed to, no one knew, but y/n knew it would be somewhere far away from any source of human life.
her hand quickly found Gojo’s, and Gojo knew not to ask anything else. y/n knew her mother was not done, that she had still wanted to tell y/n about her ancestors, her father’s will, her power, but she no longer wanted to listen, she had had enough for that day. her eyes met Gojo’s, a silent plea, and without a word he warped them to the safety of Jujutsu’s high school dorms. they were just outside y/n’s bedroom when she fell to her knees, no longer able to contain her emotions.
“Satoru…” she managed through sobs, the sorcerer already holding her close to his chest, cradling her figure in his arms. “please stay with me tonight.
i don’t want to be alone.”