《Mystic: Gojo x Reader》35: *law & order sound*
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I woke up to the feeling of a slight vibration in my pocket. I was so tired I didn't even bother to put my phone away.
I reluctantly sat up, smiling as Y/n peacefully slept next to me. She was cuddled up in the blankets, readjusting herself after I had moved away from her grasp.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, closing my eyes and letting out a soft sigh as I saw Yaga's name pop up on the screen.
If he's calling that means there's something wrong. Another mission. It took everything I had not to ignore it. I really just wanted to stay with Y/n tonight.
"Hello?" I mumbled softly.
"It's an emergency. A curtain with a 400-meter radius was cast centred at the Tokyo Department Store Toyoko Branch."
"What?" I carefully climbed out of the bed, starting to get my shoes back on. "Shibuya Station?"
"Yes, we're not entirely sure what's going on. We need you to get there now."
"Shit, ok. I'll be right there. How many people are trapped?"
"It's hard to tell. Hundreds at least. Probably thousands."
"Any more information?"
"We have three teams standing by to help, but we need you to go in first. We're almost positive it's the Special Grades."
"Right. I'll get there now."
"And Y/n?"
I looked back over at her, just the sight making my heart ache. I couldn't let her be a part of this. Not with everything going on and not with her lack of control.
I couldn't let her get hurt.
"She's not coming. Tell everyone not to say a word to her. She's not to know."
I hung up the phone and walked to her desk. I wrote up a quick note and left it on her nightstand.
I gently pushed the hair out of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "I love you."
I sighed as I walked out of the room, and stopped right on the other side of her door. She was going to hate me for this, but I didn't have time to think too much about that.
I brought my hand up in front of me and created a curtain around her room. If she woke up and did happen to learn about this, I had to make sure she couldn't get out.
Shibuya wasn't exactly nearby, so I didn't know for certain that the barrier would trap her in here all night, but it'd keep her bound up for at least awhile. Hopefully just long enough for me to take care of this.
I already knew she would rip into me tomorrow for
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sealing her in with a curtain, but it was a risk I had to take. I'd rather have her angry tomorrow than destructive, or possibly even dead, tonight.
She would just have to trust me on this one. It was for her own safety. And honestly, the safety of everyone else too.
These things were obviously after her to some degree, and we could handle it on our own. Sure she'd make it easier, but still, there's was nothing for me to really worry about.
Besides, I had my own score to settle with these assholes. I'd have to teach them to quit fucking with everyone I loved.
••••
I woke up a little more disoriented than usual. It was still just barely light outside when I fell asleep, but now it was dark in my room, the only light coming from my small lamp.
I rolled over and was immediately overcome with sadness that Satoru was no longer in the bed with me.
Where the hell did he go? I thought we were going to be spending the night together eating candy and watching movies...
I slowly sat up in my bed, stretching my arms up as a soft yawn left my lips. Hopefully he was just going to get food or something because I was actually feeling pretty hungry.
I went to reach over for my phone when I saw a small little note on my nightstand.
I love you. We have forever☺
♡ Satoru
I couldn't help but smile at how sweet it was. A bit random, but sweet. Now that I had butterflies fluttering around inside me, I definitely wanted him to get back here already.
I quickly called him but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again but the same thing happened. I checked my phone and didn't have any messages.
It was weird that he would leave a note but not text me where he was headed off to or let me know at least when he was planning on being back.
I decided to just go to the bathroom and get dressed. Maybe I could go find someone else who knows where he went off to. It was still early so the students probably hadn't left for their own Halloween plans.
I opened the door but immediately smacked into an invisible boundary as I tried to leave my room.
"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my forehead gently.
I stuck my hand out, feeling a small shockwave once again as I came in contact with barrier. I was so confused and a bit disoriented by the sudden surprise.
I stood there for a moment, staring blankly as it all sunk in.
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"Am I trapped in here!?" I yelled out. I began to pound on the invisible wall blocking my exit. "Is this a fucking curtain!? Did they trap me in here!?"
I kept punch the curtain as anger and rage began to surge through me. I couldn't believe I was trapped in my room. Who would do this? And why?
My eyes widened as I thought about Satoru's note and his phone going straight to voicemail.
"No, no, no.." I mumbled to myself as I rushed back over to my nightstand to grab my phone.
I kept calling him. Each time getting the same response.
"Ahhh!" I let out a loud shriek. "What the fuck did you do Gojo!?"
He said we had forever because he knew how absolutely pissed I would be once I woke up. That asshole. Why the hell would he lock me in here!?
I changed into my typical sorcerer outfit and my mask, figuring he was probably called out to a mission he didn't want me to go on with him.
But still, he had been going on missions all the time without me lately. Why would this one be any different? Why did he think I would chase after him this time?
My heart shattered as I finally realized it... Something must be terribly wrong. This must be serious.
He's in actual danger.
I began to call through every number on my phone. All the sorcerers. All the students. The windows. The aids. Even fucking Gakuganji got a phone call.
Absolutely nothing.
I couldn't help but let out more frustrated yells. Why was no one answering me!!?!
"Y/n?" the voice on the other end answered.
"Ahh fucking finally!! Utahime!? What's going on!!?!"
"Y/n? Why are you calling right now?"
"Because what the hell is going on!? No one is answering me!! Gojo sealed me inside my damn room!"
I heard her let out a loud sigh, "Just stay put."
"Stay put!? What the hell Utahime! Tell me what's going on right now!"
She was silent for a moment, and I could feel the tension even through the phone. She obviously knew something and was debating on telling me.
I couldn't help it as tears started to fall. The anxiety of not knowing where Satoru was or what was going on became almost more than I could bear.
"Y/n, there's been an attack at Shibuya station. A curtain covering almost a quarter mile radius trapped in thousands of civilians. We're in route now. Everyone from Tokyo is already there."
My eyes widened as she explained the situation.
"E-everyone but me?" I mumbled. "W-why?"
"Look, Gojo can handle this. If he placed a curtain around you, it's to keep you safe."
"Who's leading the attack?"
"Y/n—"
I quickly cut her off, "Who?"
She sighed, "Geto and the cursed spirits you've encountered previously."
I clenched my jaw and immediately hung up the phone. Satoru, that son of a bitch. How dare he leave me behind on this...
Well, I have to get out of here, and there's only one way to do this. Unfortunately, it wouldn't come without collateral damage, but I didn't care about that much right now.
Fuck this building. They can rebuild. And it'll teach his dumbass to never try and trap me in ever again.
I brought my right hand in front of me, holding up my first two fingers as I took in a focused breath.
"Cursed Technique: Black Abyss."
A surge of black, electric cursed energy gathered in front of me, creating a ball the size larger than my body and shot it forward. I watched as it blew threw the curtain taking out most of the bedroom, neighboring rooms, and hallway along with it.
Like I said, they can rebuild.
I carefully stepped out into the destruction, looking both ways while thinking about the fastest way to get to Shibuya station.
•••••
I was just about to confront Jogo, Hanami, and Death Womb number whatever when I felt the small shock wave go through me.
I let out a loud sigh as I continued to walk forward.
She got rid of the curtain. Of course she did. I just didn't think it would be so damn soon.
Who the hell folded and told her about this? She wouldn't have blown through it without a good reason. I don't want to even think about the destruction she left behind at the school.
I bet it was Itadori. He's annoyingly obsessed with her. Or Toge. Maybe Megumi. Utahime?
It literally could've been anyone. They all loved her so much. She was everyone's favorite. Everyone's best friend. It was no fair. They always took her side...
Damn it. Now I need to make this even faster. If I was lucky, I'd have maybe half an hour before she got here.
"What's wrong, Gojo? You look a little distracted," volcano head smirked.
I huffed as I looked back at the three spirits, "No excuses if you lose again this time, ok?"
I ignored him as he made some other stupid comment. I removed my blindfold and stared them down. I'm surprised they think they can actually beat me.
"Hey, weed," I called out. "You're the one that attacked my fiancé right? You're going down first."
I glanced down at the black band around my finger... Time to get serious I guess.
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