Ė ą£Ŗą«®ā š.šššššš š ā survived, but his wife carved jujutsu itself out of him :: jujutsu scientist!reader :: angst :: unconsenting experimentation :: based on this post
āwhat did you do to me?ā
you'd never heard satoru quiver like that.
but it was a worthy sacrifice.
you mustered. how you wish you had it in your heart to ache for the horror in his eyes. to sympathise with his anguish. but you couldn't. not when your agony was stitched into the sutures engraved across his middle. over his arms. etched into his forehead.
āfixed me?ā he was pale. cold from your own hands, his wife's handsā and not the icy medbay.
silver locks hung over his furrowed brows. you could only watch as he stared at his trembling hands. silent.
the calm before the storm.
āfixed me. . . you fixed me!?ā
in the five years of your marriage, never had his voice bellowed at you like it did now. satoru haphazardly swung his legs over the edge of the medical bed. hands crushed into the mattress as he attempted to shove himself up.
never had you seen those eyes so wide.
never had they held angerā rage, for you.
you're in front of him in a matter of seconds. labcoat stiff with your sin as you jerked your hands to his shoulders. a warning: stay down.
but your husband was erratic.
āwhat did youā whyā how couldāā his teeth grit, hand shooting to feel the stitches on his forehead. breath ragged. irises shrunk, shaking.
āyou had no fucking right! do you have any idea what you've done?ā
they killed him. they ruined him. they sent him out there, into shinjuku. against a monster that tore him in two. and still had the audacity to use his body even after death.
you were a woman of science. a prodigy in jujutsu research. if anyone could bring gojo satoru back it was youā but you didn't care about bringing back the strongest.
you were bringing back your husband. for good.
no more higher-up harassment, no more working himself to the bone, no more late nights worrying. if they wanted to turn the love of your life into a weapon?
you'd break the blade. even if it meant breaking him in the process.
satoru scrambled. chest heaving. eyes darting. trying to see something, anything of what he used to. the world was silent. too silent. more silent than it had ever been since the moment he was born.
he'd shoved you aside harder than he expected. scuttling onto shaky knees as he tore his hands through his hair. like a fawn wobbling on its legs for the first time.
like a god grappling with the fact that he was now human.
you watched him struggle. watched him scuffled. attempt and fail to summon any of the incantations he could before. blue, red, purpleā it was all colourless now.
he jerked to you, still ever as tall and hulking, but now? he was a glass dagger. a broken blade.
āhow could youā how could you do this to meāā he wretched through clenched teeth as he staggered.
and you? you could only watch as the mortal ache flayed him. as he finally reached you and collapsed under the weight of his burning wounds and new, frightening humanity. large hands clawing at your labcoat, breathing shattered, muscles cramped. his knees hit the floor.
you beheld as the strongest crumbled into something weak.
at last you brushed some of his clumped hair out of his face. stroking the back of his head as he collapsed into a limp puddle of bare knees against cold tile and his cold-sweated face slumped into your waist.
āI did what I had to do, satoru.ā it was your turn to break. your hands shoved to his face. delicate, raging, as you cupped his cheekbones and jerked his head back.
ādo you have any idea what I felt watching you die?ā your thumbs pressed below his wide eyes. once blue, now a dull, murky white.
the six eyes was long gone. you'd carved it out with limitless.
ādo you have anyā fucking clue what I've had to live withā with a husband that the world decided was a weapon?ā
at last, your tears fell.
āI don't care if I ruined you. I don't care if I broke you. I don't fucking care that the world just lost their strongestāā you hunched over him, knees collapsing in front of his. hands still clinging onto his face. as you shook, and sobbed.
āI don't care that I had to carve jujutsu out of your fucking brain if it means I could keep you safe. if you hate me for that? then fine.ā
your nails dug into his skin, wrenching him closer. tears pouring down your face. the open wounds in your hearts ripped and merged. into something ugly. something twisted.
his eyes quivered with hatred.
and your teeth bit out love.
āhate me for loving you so selfishly. hate me all you want. I don't regret it.ā
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