ON YOUR KNEES! starring cult!gojo x sorcerer!reader x sorcerer!geto
เซฎ๊ฐ ๏ฝก. ๏ฝก๊ฑเพเฝฒแ mdni. who wouldn't follow gojo to the ends of the earth? even when he's literally lost it?
You traded your soul for a spot by the strongest sorcerer's side.
Because back then, he was still just Satoru.
Still the boy who ruffled your hair and called you weak when you lost for the fourth time in a row sparring him. Still the object of your childish crush you just couldn't let go of.
He tried to tell you that you didn't need to follow him.
That he didn't need your help. Need you.
But you followed him anyway. Stood there and did nothing when he started spouting bullshit about being a god. Helped him set everything up, arranged meetings with rich assholes so that it wouldn't be his own family's funds he was spending.
Listened to him ramble about the higher ups, but even after he condemned them, after he returned to cull them, he still wasn't satisfied. Didn't think that the society of sorcery you'd both been raised in was cleansed enough.
It took you too long to realize that he just liked being worshipped.
Liked being lazy. Getting to sit around on a stage and spout nonsense while an audience eagerly agreed along with whatever he was spewing, able to act however he liked without anyone ever daring him to be different.
And you liked what little attention he gave you too much to leave.
Even when you were well aware what he did with the rich women who didn't mind spending their money on him if they got to share his bed.
You'd left him with another one tonight. Excused yourself from a meeting the second you saw a manicured hand drift up the inside of his thigh across from you.
The wind felt a little more bitter than usual as you walked out onto the roof of his little compound. Nipped at your nose until you were sure it was going to fall off. But it didn't.
That was all you ever did. Held your breath and let your feet swing over the edge, wondering how far the fall would really feel.
If you'd ever be more than a splotch on Satoru's story after all.
Forever alone even in a fucking cult full of people.
Because no matter how many years you'd spent kneeling by him, hanging onto his every word, he still would have been able to do it all without you.
How were you any different from any other worshipper?
You felt him before you saw him.
The shift in the air, the energy creating a funny buzz. You sat up straight, glancing behind you in time to see Suguru's dragon getting close enough for him to hop off.
Satoru had to notice. To know he was here too. But he was probably too balls-deep in some sponsor's cunt to pay attention. Probably figured you'd take care of it for him.
It was a little funny. You had liked Suguru first, but he seemed so uninterested in you that it had just sorta fizzled out. Satoru had been there though, had sensed you were sad and dragged you out to get ice cream, dramatically leaning over to lick some the dripped off the cone onto your fingers.
You were pretty sure that was the moment your fate had been sealed.
Damned to be his fool for the rest of your life.
You hadn't seen Suguru since you left the campus. And irritatingly enough, he'd only managed to get more handsome, his frame wider, muscles packed onto him and his features all sharper, those piercing purple eyes swirling as they locked onto your face.
Your stupid heart fluttered - probably just at being paid a compliment for the first time in what felt like forever. His uniform had been traded for a loose sweater, his hair down for once, a hair band peeking out on his wrist.
You didn't say anything. Your stomach shifted, coiling in tight knots.
"I don't even get a hi?" He teased, as if you weren't meant to be enemies now.
"Do you want me to get him?" You asked, your voice tight as you wrapped your arms tight around yourself.
"I'm here for you," he shrugged casually, your chest constricting at the way his jaw clenched at just the mention of Satoru even when you hadn't said his name.
Was this it then? Your moment of reckoning had arrived?
Sure you hadn't killed anyone yourself, but your hands felt far from fucking clean. You had been labeled as a curse user the day you walked away.
You didn't care to put up a fight. You were too tired for that. But you would still prefer he do it somewhere else. Maybe take you out to the forest, or the beach, if he was feeling particularly gracious.
"If you're going to kill me-"
"I'm not going to kill you," Suguru interrupted, mouth curling down into a deep frown as he shook his head with...disappointment?
Why else would he be dispatched here then?
Your mouth opened, but you shut it again, unsure of what to say when he'd already caught you off guard. Reluctantly studying his face, familiar remorse rolling around inside you as you swallowed hard.
Seeing him here almost made you wish you had stayed back then.
But you had to wonder if you'd feel the same if you were the one a few floors down fucking Satoru.
"I'm here to take you home."
a/n: i've literally had this in my drafts since september lmfao oops i lowk doubt i'll do a part two but still wanted to post <3 div is by @/tsumiinum