Suguru Geto x reader pt 4.
hiii, another chapter ready.
hope you like it ___
The days were getting warmer, and the trees were now fully dressed in green leaves. School days had fallen into a familiar, repetitive rhythm, with the same tasks coming and going. A few days into the week, I found myself at another practice, with Tori and I running in circles. We were the only two from our class here, just the two of us. I was trying to pace myself to last longer, focusing on a single point as I ran, when a shadow passed by me. Tori had sped up, quickly finishing her run.
“I’m done. I can’t do any more,” she panted, catching her breath. “Ugh, I’m all sweaty. You do you—I’m off to shower.” She grabbed her things and headed to her room, grumbling as she went, though I couldn’t hear much more. I ran for a few more minutes when I caught a glimpse of someone waving toward me.
“Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N!” It was Kiyotaka, the manager’s assistant, rushing toward me with a piece of paper in hand. The first thought in my head was: A mission. I stopped and went to meet him, looking around and noticing that he was alone.
“Miss Y/N, there’s a mission request for you,” he explained, still catching his breath.
“Me? You mean… alone?” I asked, surprise in my voice. I’d never been requested alone.
“Yes. I’ll explain the details later. Can you grab your things and meet at the parking lot in 30 minutes?” He turned and jogged back. I nodded, grabbed my things, and headed to my room to change into my uniform and grab my nunchaku.
By the time I got to the meeting spot, Kiyotaka was already there. Securing my ponytail, I asked, “So, what are the details?” I felt a nervous edge in my voice; they rarely sent me alone. Maybe it was just a low-grade curse that needed handling? Almost always, when I asked why I was chosen, the answer was the same: You’re suitable for it.
“It’s just a small office building. Two people have gone missing, and there’s been some cursed energy detected,” he said, adjusting his glasses as he read from his paper. I heard footsteps approaching behind me, and when I turned, I was greeted by Suguru’s familiar face.
“I heard you were going on a mission, so I wanted to wish you luck, babe.” He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, but… I’m going alone,” I said, unable to keep the anxiety out of my voice.
“If you’re being sent alone, that means they’re confident you can handle it. Don’t worry,” he reassured me, patting my head. “I’ll wait here for you, okay? Go kick their asses,” he said with a wink as I walked to the car. Wow, I thought to myself. Everyone seems more confident in me than I am.
On the way to the site, Kiyotaka tried to calm me. “There’s no need to be nervous. It’s probably just a matter of confirming whether the missing people are there. The goal is to check for any sign of life—or anything else,” he said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
I nodded and smiled, starting to feel more at ease. I could handle this, I told myself. Check every corner, and see if anyone is there, alive or otherwise.
The building was unassuming, a standard office with big glass windows, and I couldn’t sense any cursed energy as I stepped out of the car. “Alright, I’m going to set up the veil. Good luck,” Kiyotaka said, and I turned toward the building.
“Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure…” I heard him chant from behind me, and with those final words, the world around me shifted as the veil descended. Darkness surrounded me, the air feeling heavy and still. I clenched my fists, trying to steady my nerves. Everything will be alright, I reminded myself.
The shift from the sunny outdoors to the enveloping darkness was jarring. The veil’s effect, as it wrapped the building in night, made my pulse quicken, the silence amplifying every sound—each creak of a floorboard or distant hum of electrical wires felt like an echo in my chest. I took a steadying breath and gripped my nunchaku tightly, mentally running through my training and everything I’d practiced for.
The lobby was eerily quiet, the usual hum of office life absent, leaving behind only the cold, sterile scent of paper and cleaning supplies. The lights overhead flickered weakly, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the walls. I moved carefully, footsteps soft, focusing my senses for any sign of cursed energy.
I made my way past rows of empty desks, scanning for any hint of movement or cursed presence. Each office cubicle and corridor seemed to stretch out endlessly in the quiet darkness, the windows overlooking the city obscured under the veil, making the building feel like a world unto itself.
Just as I was starting to feel a glimmer of confidence—thinking maybe this mission really would be as simple as Kiyotaka and Suguru had suggested—a faint sound echoed down the hallway to my left. I froze, heart pounding as I strained to listen. It was a faint shuffle, almost too soft to hear, like someone dragging their feet or… something heavier being moved.
I swallowed, steeling myself, and moved toward the noise.
The hallway felt like it was narrowing with each step, the shadows shifting in strange, uncomfortable ways. When I reached the end, I found a door slightly ajar, the light inside flickering erratically. Pushing it open carefully, I stepped into what looked like a break room. The smell hit me first—metallic and faintly rotten. I glanced around, spotting the remnants of spilled coffee, papers strewn across the floor, and then…
I saw it.
A faint, barely visible mist hovering near the ceiling, dark and thick. It was almost translucent, and yet the malevolent energy was undeniable, like the air itself was crackling with malice. It wasn’t the usual kind of curse I’d encountered; this one felt… dormant, but watching. Waiting.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for my nunchaku, keeping my stance steady as I moved closer, my eyes fixed on the mist. If I could find the source, maybe I could neutralize it before anything worse appeared. The quiet pulsing of cursed energy grew stronger, like a heartbeat resonating through the walls.
Suddenly, a low, guttural sound echoed from the corner, snapping me back to full alertness. Out of the shadows, a figure began to materialize—a cursed spirit, its form grotesque and twisted, with limbs that seemed far too long and claws that scraped the floor as it moved. Its eyes glowed a sickly yellow, locked onto me with a ravenous intensity.
My breath hitched, but I tightened my grip on the nunchaku, steadying myself as I prepared for its approach. “Alright,” I muttered under my breath, “time to get this done.”
This is no low-grade curse, I thought, my heart pounding.
It didn’t wait, slashing its enormous arm toward me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding its claws, feeling the air whoosh past my head as it struck the wall, gouging deep marks into the concrete. I quickly retaliated, spinning my nunchaku and striking its side, but it barely flinched. Its thick, armored hide absorbed the impact, and it swung its other arm in a brutal arc that sent me flying back against a row of desks.
Gritting my teeth, I scrambled to my feet, feeling a sharp ache in my ribs. I gathered more of my cursed energy, pouring it into my nunchaku as I lunged back toward it, aiming for its legs to destabilize it. The curse let out a guttural roar, its form flickering as I landed a solid blow on its knee, forcing it to drop slightly. But it rebounded quickly, lashing out with claws that tore through my uniform sleeve, grazing my arm. A hot, searing pain flared where it cut, and blood began to seep through the tear.
I took a few quick steps back, realizing that I’d have to draw out far more power to even have a chance. I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy within me, channeling more of it than I’d ever dared to. I felt it swirl and build, thick and almost overwhelming, before releasing it in a burst that surrounded me like an aura. My senses sharpened, and I could feel every movement, every twitch of the curse’s body.
It roared again, coming at me with renewed fury, but this time, I anticipated its move. I struck it mid-lunge, my nunchaku charged with cursed energy as I slammed it against the creature’s side, a powerful wave radiating outward from the impact. The curse howled, momentarily stunned, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Its energy was as thick as a swamp, and it was still far from being defeated.
I pushed further, feeling the strain as I gathered even more energy. I’d never attempted this much before. My vision blurred slightly as I channeled all I could muster, and then, without any other choice, I spread my hands and summoned my Domain Expansion.
—my surroundings shifted abruptly, transforming into my childhood room. Confusion mingled with shock as I realized I had brought both myself and the spirit here, within this intimate yet haunting space.
The curse spirit’s twisted face sneered, but I sensed something strange beneath its rage: fear. I could feel its emotions flickering in the air around me, more vivid than ever before. Could I influence this somehow? Driven by sheer instinct, I focused my curse energy, channeling it like I’d never done before. The air grew dense, thick with dread, and the spirit hesitated, its confidence faltering.
In that instant, something dark and tangible manifested around my hands—a substance like shadow, alive and pulsing. This dark energy, which I instinctively named the Hollow, obeyed my will, moving with a fluid intensity I’d never experienced. I directed it toward the spirit, pressing forward with the full force of my fear and intensity, projecting those emotions onto it. Its monstrous form began to shudder, caught in a storm of dread and hesitation that I didn’t know I could wield.
With a final push, I sent the Hollow surging through the spirit, shattering it into nothingness. But as the room faded, a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I stumbled, my head colliding with the floor.
My vision blurred even further, dark spots clouding my sight. I struggled to stay conscious, but the pain pulsed through my skull, a dull ache settling in as the room faded in and out. I could barely make out the remnants of my domain flickering around me as I lay there, feeling the exhaustion drag me down.
Before everything went dark, a single thought passed through my mind: At least it’s over.
___
A few years ago, Mei Mei found me at my lowest. After my father left, my mother spiraled into a raging depression and became a heavy alcoholic. Every day, she suffered panic attacks, and her unstable emotions washed over me like a tidal wave. I became hyper-aware of her moods, reading every twitch of her face, every subtle shift in her demeanor, anticipating what would come next. It was a constant battle just to stay grounded.
It was a Friday when I arrived home from school, only to realize I’d forgotten my phone. Panic set in. My mother would kill me if she found out. I knew there was still a chance someone might be at the school, so I ran back, hoping to retrieve it before it was too late.
The school was open, but eerily empty. I searched under my desk, and just as I was about to grab my phone, the sun dipped, and nightfall rushed in. My heart raced as I hid under the desk, consumed by fear. The air felt heavy, and in the silence, I heard strange, terrifying sounds—groans, shrieks, and crackling that echoed through the empty hallways. Then, the door to the classroom creaked open.
I stifled a gasp, pressing my hand over my mouth to stay silent. A figure stepped into the room. She was a woman with turquoise blue hair, her smile calm and reassuring.
“It’s okay, don’t worry,” she said, extending her hand to me.
I hesitated but took her hand, feeling an odd sense of comfort. Together, we walked out of the school, and I was horrified by the scene that unfolded in front of us. She had just exorcised curses.
“You can see them?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
I nodded, unsure how to respond, still in shock.
“Well, then,” she said, “maybe I should take you for a little trip.”
That was how I ended up at Jujutsu High in Tokyo.
—-
The ringing in my ears was deafening, but I managed to crack my eyes open just enough to see that the sun was up again. I knew that meant the curse was finally dead.
“Oh my god, what happened?” A voice broke through the ringing.
“Miss Y/N, are you alright?” It continued, clearer now. I felt my body being lifted from the ground, and then everything went dark again.
When I managed to open my eyes slightly, I saw landscapes blurring past in a rush. We were in a car. But then, darkness fell again, and the ringing returned, unbearable.
"Quickly, help!" The voice was distorted by the agonizing sound in my head. Why wouldn’t it stop?
"What the hell happened?" Another voice shouted, adding to the chaos, making the pain worse. I could feel my body being moved again. I was probably being taken out of the car.
“I’m taking her to the nurse office, you call Shoko!” A voice ordered. My body jolted with each step they took, and each movement felt like a sharp stab through my skull.
“You’re going to be alright, I told you, monkey,” Geto’s voice came through, soothing despite the chaos. It was his arms that I felt holding me, and in that moment, I knew everything would be okay.
And then, everything went black again.
____
if you like this chapter please leave a like or a comment :)))