Notes: This is a series I'm writing for Gojo as a Mangled Curse Corpse♡
Summary: You're cursed with being binded to the man you hate. His dead presence following you everywhere. After dying to Sukuna, he's deemed to make you, and your students lives miserable.
THIS IS A PROLOGUE♡
His head made a sound of bones snapping, blood dripping from his sockets.
His pale skin coated in deep red.
His only arm raised slowly as he covered his eerie grin as he chuckled.
His stomach and all that was in it looked as if it was torn out, his lower spine and ribcage exposed.
His only eye hanging by a string of nerves, the intense glow of blue skies and clouds lit up the dark room that he stood in.
The room was covered in red, bloodied corpses and piles of unknown foul atrocities. Desks that belonged to the room flipped and broken.
The smell of iron and rot filled her nose.
His head snapped around to where he heard the sound, his head tilting as his grin widened.
His body slowly limped towards her hiding form, fully intent to tear her jaw from her head.
She held her hands over her mouth to contain the sudden urge to scream.
Her legs hugged to her chest as she hid under a desk that was still intact.
Her body was shaking to the point where she could almost vibrate an earthquake into the desk.
Her eyes watched cautiously as she watched his legs move, the limp in his leg making him slower than he seemed.
“Oh baby~” he sing-songed, his voice was smooth yet hoarse. It sounded as if it echoed in itself, to where it's terrifying even when he says ‘baby’.
“Come out honey, don’t make me find you.” he cooed with a giggle, a grown man giggling.
His body bending down to look under the desk two feet away from hers. The hanging eye was lifted by his only hand to look underneath.
He grinned as he stood back up.
The more he got closer to her, the more she smelt the stench.
Rotting flesh, the faint smell of gourmand.
Her eyes watered with how bad it affected her sensitive nose. Hands held over her nose to try and stop her from throwing up everywhere.
“Darling~ Come out, come out wherever you are!” he hummed as he grew closer to her spot, almost mocking her at how slow he's walking.
“Isn’t this what you call; cat and mouse?”
She had half a mind to scream at him.
She had tolerated him–until he lost it.
“I don’t like being teased, sweetie.” he pouted, almost child-like.
His hand grazed against the topside of her desk.
“Yet… You still hide and run.”
“What do you want in order for me to get you out of hiding? My life?”
The sound that came out of his lips sent shivers down her spine.
The sound is haunting and devilish.
It was his laugh.
No longer the one she knew–the one full of joy and playfulness.
Now; it's just a hollow shell of what it used to be.
“Too bad Sukuna already took that…”
His head swung downwards.
“Hi Cutie.”
She let out a muffled scream the moment he grabbed her and dragged her out.
She clawed at the desk legs, the floor, and anything she can grab to tear her away from him.
“Hey now, is this how you greet your dead Fiancee?” he smiled playfully.
His hand lifted her up effortlessly and stared at her upside down form.
His chest–or what's left of it–rumbled with a fit of giggles.
“I’ve missed you. Didn’t you miss me too?”
She sobbed at the man she once had been her co-worker, no longer seeing him but a walking corpse of her resentment.
“I’m sorry, for whoever cursed you I’m sorry you have to suffer this!” she cried, all the blood rushing to her head the more she hung upside down.
“Cursed me? Baby, that’s the least of my concerns.” he turned her upright, his hand held her waist and pulled her close.
She gagged at the feeling of her body pressing against the blood and torn flesh.
“I’m glad you cared though. At least now I know how much I meant to you.”
His hanging eye glowed brighter the more he grew excited.
He crouched slightly and smiled.
“Be a dear, put my eye in place?”
She covered her mouth, stopping herself from throwing up. She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“DO IT.” his voice came out demonic.
She sobbed and shakily lifted her hand, gently grabbing the eye. She gagged so bad she had to look away. Causing him to giggle in delight.
She slowly squished it into his socket, watching his eyelid slowly blink over it.
“Oh goodie.” he hummed, looking down at her and smiling more.
“Now I can see you better.”
Satoru hummed happily as he levitated around you, his exposed bones clinking and rattling the more he moved. It’s been days since he began following you around, you had no idea why he chose you over all the other people. The two were basically highschool enemies, people who couldn’t stand each other.
You know for a fact that he doesn’t like(like) you, that much is known. So you have no idea why he’s here. You came to the conclusion that he’s just doing this so he can make your life more miserable even in the afterlife.
The only thing that is good about this situation is that; Satoru wipes out any other curse without you having to use your technique.
The moment you step on the battlefield–he’s already killed the curse.
A few smart comments about you needing to be faster, but he always ends up killing them before you even had the chance.
Even when you’re at your home, he’s always there.
Stealing your hair ties and hiding them in your couch, turning the TV channels to annoy you, and even to the point where he’d mess with you while you slept.
It really is terrifying when you wake up, his bloodied sockets and scarred face staring down at you.
You screamed almost every time.
Satoru found it fun messing with you and your everyday life.
He couldn’t do it before back when he was alive.
“Alright students! Today, we’re going to show our newer rookies how to adjust their techniques.”
You smiled brightly at your now third year students.
Yuji Itadori.
Megumi Fushiguro.
Nobara Kugisaki.
“Of course sensei!” Itadori proudly stood, wrapping an arm around Fushiguro’s and Kugisaki’s shoulders.
Kugisaki and Fushiguro only grumbled, their eyes mostly staring at the mangled corpse of their old sensei.
Satoru Gojo.
He waved with his only arm, grinning happily as the two students swallowed hard.
“Sweetie~ Make them show off their amazing skills they learnt from me!” he cooed, floating over to the three and smiling happily.
Itadori’s eyes glew in excitement at his old sensei’s request, while the other two bit their lip and looked away.
“Sensei… Can you please, tell ‘IT’ to go away?” Kugisaki muttered, Fushiguro nodding slowly.
Satoru suddenly frowned, his eye dimmed and he let out a puff of steam. His feet now touching the ground, arms crossed. His head tilting and his hair of white strands sway gently in the wind. His lips twitched and tried to force his well known toothy smile.
Only for it to drip black blood along his lower lip and chin.
“Gumiii.. C’mon, don’t say such cruel things to your amazing Sensei.” Satoru tried to tease.
Fushiguro only flinches at the old nickname. He looks away and grit his teeth.
You gave a sad look to your students, walking over to the two and giving a gentle pat to the shoulder
“Just ignore him. I know it’s hard…” You whisper.
The two only nodded slowly.
Itadori beamed as he conversed with his old Sensei. His eyes gleaming and his body bouncing as he discussed his new techniques. His pink tufts waving crazily with every movement he made in one place. Satoru smiled genuinely while listening to him. He could always count on Itadori to cheer him up, ever since he became this way.
You looked at Itadori and Satoru.
Shifting in your spot before Fushiguro called out to Itadori.
“Yuji. Time for our sparring.”
Itadori grinned and basically appeared infront of Fushiguro. His smile showed off the faint freckles along his cheek bones. He was like a hyper puppy. It made you feel at ease with all the tension.
Satoru stood next to you now, his hand poked at your side and you yelped. Smacking him in the side–only to feel the exposed ribcage with mangled flesh. You gag and quickly wipe the blood onto his ripped uniform. He laughed and looked down at you. His dimples appeared on the sides of his cheeks, deepening the sides and the scars bending.
“This’ll be a fun year.” he cooed.
Notes: Agggh!! First time showing off my writings </3 be gentle with me lovelys^^☆
