You’re hiding from Satoru Gojo because you got hit with a truth curse that forces you to say every thought out loud for four days.
“It’s just a minor curse,” shoko said, examining you with a cigarette between her fingers. “Truth serum type shit. You’ll say everything you think for about four days. Hope you weren’t planning on keeping any secrets.”
Truth Curse.
It forces you to say every thought out loud. The effects last for 4 days.
“This is gonna suck so bad,” you say, and then immediately, “I wonder if Shoko’s cigarette breath is why she’s single. Oh my god, why did I…”
“Out,” Shoko says, pointing to the door.
And that’s how you ended up in your own personal nightmare.
Day one, hour three, you’re already fucked.
You’re in a meeting with yaga when Nanami walks by the window “God his ass looks good in those pants” You said that out loud in front of your boss.
Nanami stops walking.
Yaga’s eye twitches.
“I haave to go,” you announce, standing up. “right now.”
You don’t go back to campus for the rest of the day.
The real problem is Gojo Satoru.
Your colleague. Your friend. The bane of your fucking existence and also the star of every inappropriate thought you’ve had for the past six months.
You’re in love with him. Disgustingly, embarrassingly in love with him.
And you’d rather die than let him know.
Normally you can hide it under layers of sarcasm and annoyed eye rolls. You’ve perfected the art of looking at him like he’s a mild inconvenience instead of someone you want to climb like a tree.
But now…. with this curse? You’ll take one look at his stupid face and probably confess everything.
absolutely the fuck not.
So you’re avoiding him. Hiding like a coward.
You told him you’ve been “sick” for two days. Haven’t answered his texts and turned off your location. You’re pretty sure he’s tried to come by your apartment but you pretended you weren’t home, hiding behind your couch like a fugitive.
“This is pathetic,” you tell yourself on day three, eating cereal for dinner in the dark. “I’m an adult. A fkn sorcerer who fight curses and I’m hiding from a man.”
“I should just tell him to fuck off,” you say out loud to your empty apartment.
Then, because of the curse… “except i don’t want him to fuck off, i want him to fuck me, ideally against a wall, maybe that window in his office….”
You drop your spoon.
One more day. You just have to make it one more day.
***
Day four
You’re so close. The curse should break by tonight. You’ve successfully avoided Gojo for ninety hours.
A feat of willpower that should qualify you for sainthood.
You’re getting coffee at the campus cafe… it’s risky, but you’re losing your mind cooped up and you need caffeine….. when you hear it.
“There you are.”
Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.
You turn. Gojo’s standing there in all his annoying glory. Sunglasses on, that stupid smile on his face.
“Been looking for you,” he says, casual as anything. Like he hasn’t been blowing up your phone.. “You sick? you look fine to me.”
“i’m….” you clamp your mouth shut so hard your teeth click.
Because what you’re thinking is…. you looks so good i’ve missed you and please rail me on this table…. you CANNOT say any of that.
“You okay?” he steps closer. “you’re being weird.”
“FINE” it comes out too loud, several people look over. “Totally fine! Actually i have to go….”
You try to leave but he catches your wrist and the touch sends electricity up your arm like you’re a fucking cartoon character.
“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?” his voice is softer now, concerned, and that’s somehow worse. “You’ve been avoiding me for four days. Did i do something?”
“no,” you manage through gritted teeth.
“then why….”
“i’m cursed,” you blurt out, your mouth is moving without permission. “Truth curse. I say everything i think for 4 days. It’s been hell but it breaks tonight.”
His eyebrows go up above his sunglasses. “Everything you think?”
“yes.”
“for four days?”
“yes.” You sigh
“and you’ve been avoiding me because…?”
Your mouth opens. You can feel the words forming.
No. No. No. No
“Because i have a crush on you and didn’t want to accidentally confess” it comes out in a rush.
Silence.
Gojo just stares at you. His mouth is slightly open. He looks like you just told him santa isn’t real.
You want the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
“I’m leaving,” you announce. “leaving the country, actually. Changing my name. You’ll never see me again….”
“wait wait wait.” he’s grinning now. full megawatt smile. “You have a crush on me?”
“I will kill you.” you’re backing away “i will actually murder you and make it look like an accident”
“How long?” he’s following you, that stupid grin getting wider.
“I’m not answering that…. six months…. FUCK.”
He’s laughing now, hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.
“This isn’t funny” you’re mortified. Dying. Deceased. “This is the worst day of my life”
“It’s pretty funny.”
He steps closer, backing you against the counter. His hand comes up to rest on the surface next to your hip, caging you in “You have a crush on me?”
“Had. It just died of embarrassment.”
“liar.” his other hand comes up to cup your face and your brain completely stops working. Blue screen of death “What are you thinking right now?”
Oh he’s evil. He’s genuinely evil. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“That you’re an asshole,” you say. Then, because curse: “and that i want you to kiss me. I’ve thought about this moment for months except in my head i was smoother and you were less smug and…..mmph….”
He kisses you.
Gojo Satoru is kissing you.
His hand is in your hair and he tastes like sugar. His other hand is on your waist pulling you closer and closer and…
“Oh my god,” you breathe when he pulls back. “oh my god…. ”
“What are you thinking now?” he’s smirking like an anime villain.
“That i want you to do that again. Your mouth is even better than i imagined. I…. Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that i’m in love with you.” His smile has gone soft.
Your brain stops working. Windows shutdown noise.
“What?”
“Yeah.” he says it casual. “Was gonna take you to dinner first. Even had a speech planned.” he smirks. “But this works too.”
“You…. You love me?” You blink
“yep.”
“With me.” you point at yourself like there might be another you standing nearby.
“That’s what i said.”
“i’m gonna say something stupid any second…” you warn him, but your voice is shaky.
“Good. Wanna hear all of it.” his thumb brushes your cheek. “What are you thinking right now?”
“That i love you,” it spills out like water. “REALLY want you to take me home and…”
He kisses you again. Harder this time, deeper. His hand tightens in your hair and you forget what you were saying. Forget your own name. forget everything that isn’t him.
“Been waiting months to hear you say that.” He murmurs against your mouth.
“I would’ve told you eventually. Probably…. Maybe….. in like five years when i was drunk enough.” Your say, blushing slightly.
“Good thing you got cursed then.”
“I hate this curse.” You huff, trying to hide your smile.
“i love this curse.”
He kisses you again, and again, and you’re both laughing between kisses like idiots. His hands are everywhere and you’re pretty sure you’re both making a scene in public but you don’t care.
“We’re leaving” he says, smirking like he already won.
“Where are we going?”
“My place. Gonna make you say every single thought in your head.” he’s already pulling you toward the exit.
“The curse breaks in like six hour…”
“Then we better hurry.”
He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together, pulling you toward the exit, and you’re laughing, stumbling after him.
And for once, you don’t mind the curse at all.
Turns out some truths are worth saying out loud.
Even the embarrassing ones.
Especially those.
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