Summary: Blinded by guilt and needing someone's eyes to move forward.
Notes: This has been on my drafts for the LONGEST time, I basically have two one shots in which I trauma dump whenever I feel like I need it, and I was able to finish one of them just now! :) the other one is still in the works and will be finished when I feel quite suicidal LMAO
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“I’ve always looked up to those who use reverse cursed technique on others,” Gojo said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence with an uncharacteristically earnest tone.
You paused mid-chip and looked at him with surprise that soon morphed into pure sarcasm. “Woah… the great Gojo Satoru looks up to someone, that’s unheard of.”
“Hey…” He pouted, setting down the cup with a mock frown all the while talking with his mouth full. “I’m serious.”
“So what? Is this your way of telling me that I’ve earned your respect? Goodness, I’m flattered—” You put on an exaggeratedly haughty expression.
“Ah Ah Ah— Lemme finish, will ya?” He cut you off, his smirk returning as he leaned back against the back of his seat.
You leisurely sipped on your soda, taking your precious time before glancing at him once more. “Alright, I’m all ears,”
Gojo reached for a chip, holding it up as if it were a priceless artifact. “It’s already considered something grand by achieving this kind of cursed energy mastery in order to heal yourself. Let alone using it on others. It’s admirable, really.”
You narrowed your eyes, processing his words. Then you studied his face, the bluest of blues looking right back at you, obviously enjoying your skepticism, yet…
You never really seem to figure him out.
“Huh… I guess, isn't that common sense— why are you telling me this?”
“Hmmmmm, I just felt like it!” Gojo replied, tossing the chip into his mouth with a casual shrug.
Average Gojo response— you shook your head.
“Unlocked your psychic abilities? Did your third eye tell you to bestow upon me such words of wisdom?”
“My sixth one did,” Gojo shot back with a mischievous grin, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
You glared, “Okay, fuck off,”
“Hehehe…” Gojo chuckled, reaching for the cup of noodles again and handing it to you. “Never let our job change ya! A breath of fresh air.”
“No, 'cause at this point, you’re speaking as if you’re having visions about me.”
Was that what this idiot tried to accomplish? On some psychic-therapist type of shit?
