TIMELESS | SATORU GOJO X READER

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You were skipping through Shibuya station, splashing blood around like it was nothing. The scent of it all rung thick in your nose, but you didn't seem to care much. The unusual childish demeanour you wore looked as if you hadn't been this young in a long, long time. Yet no one could truly know what was going on inside your head - if that even was your head at this point.

•~•

"Hey Shoko, mind if you pass me my phone?" You innocently whistled, staring down the medical sorcerer before you. You weren't blind - you could read Shoko's disbelief from the moment she laid her eyes upon you. But you shrugged it off and tried to keep it natural.

In a moment of confusion, Shoko took a few shaky steps away. It seems your 'natural' demeanour wasn't really working in your favour. "What... what is this?"

"Satoru's doing this all because he thinks I'm dead." You muttered, lips curling down into a frown. "If you pass me the phone, I can call him and tell him I'm alive. I can stop it all."

Shoko pressed the phone close to her chest, shaking her head at the timeless shaman. "Y/n is dead. I know Y/n is dead- I felt her pulse myself!"

"But I healed myself with a reverse-cursed technique!" You tried to reason, twirling your hair around your finger. "You're the one who taught me that after all."

Your rationale didn't seem to convince Shoko at all. Rather, it just made her doubt you even more. "That's not possible. You and I both know reverse cursed techniques don't work on you."

It seems you had been caught red handed. Though, you didn't expect to keep up the ruse for too long with her. Shoko wasn't a bad sorcerer for this era, and you knew she'd be able to pick up on the details soon.

Comically raising your hands above your shoulders, you couldn't help but smirk. It's truly a shame her talents are wasted healing the weak. "You caught me. It really is disappointing that Y/n's body rejects reverse cursed healing - but given the conditions of her technique it's only natural. A reverse cursed technique just accelerates time to heal wounds. And since her cursed energy restricts her from using time based techniques on herself, all she can do is hopelessly heal others while her own body suffers the consequence."

"Who the fuck are you?!" Shoko couldn't help but explode at the imposter before her. "Why do you have Y/n's body- what the hell are your goals here?!"

Lowering your arms, you relaxed a bit before extending your hand forward. "Ieri Shoko... want to make a deal?"

•~•

"Satoruu~" you hummed out, the white haired boy stiffening up entirely. He had just been wiping the blood off his hands from another massacred family when he heard that familiar ring. As soon as he'd come to realize just what it was he heard, the white haired murderer turned his head around as quickly as he could.

"Y-y/-!"

Before he could finish, you pulled him into a sloppy kiss. You didn't give him any time to process it at all, your hands hooking right onto his shirt collar to unbutton it a little. Caressing his collarbone, you pushed yourself on his chest before he could even say a full word.

"Senpai," you huffed out, breaking away from his lips so you could catch your breath. "I missed you so much!"

Satoru had white bloodstained bandages messily wrapped over his head, but they loosened as your arms wrapped around. His eyes were struck, wavering as they found it difficult to process the sensations he was feeling. Warmth, touch, sight, noise... all of which came from you.