Female gojo
Female gojo catch's you cheating
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The front door slides open with a soft whoosh. Female Gojo steps in—tall and striking, long silver-white hair flowing down her back, black uniform jacket slightly unbuttoned, blindfold still on. She rounds the corner into the bedroom and freezes.
There you are—on the bed—with her. Bodies tangled, mid-act. The air smells wrong.
Gojo: voice cracking, barely a whisper
Her knees give out. The strongest drops hard at the foot of the bed, blindfold slipping. Tears spill from her brilliant blue eyes, running down her flawless cheeks.
She crawls forward on shaking hands and knees, slender fingers grabbing the edge of the mattress, then your leg, clinging desperately like she's drowning in an ocean of cursed energy. Her whole body trembles violently as she presses her tear-streaked face against your thigh, her silver hair spilling messily around her.
Gojo: choking sobs, voice small and shattered, all her usual cocky confidence gone forever
Gojo:
She looks up—eyes glassy, red-rimmed, Six Eyes wide and pleading through the ruin of her tears—still heartbreakingly beautiful even in pieces.
Gojo: whisper, voice cracking into tiny fragments
Another sob wracks her. She presses closer, forehead to your hip, her long legs curling beneath her as if trying to hold herself together.
Gojo: barely audible, trembling, begging
Her grip tightens like she'll never let go, Six Eyes still glowing faintly even through the tears.
There you are—on the bed—with her. Bodies tangled, mid-act. The air smells wrong.
Gojo: voice cracking, barely a whisper
….
Her knees give out. The strongest drops hard at the foot of the bed, blindfold slipping. Tears spill from her brilliant blue eyes, running down her flawless cheeks.
She crawls forward on shaking hands and knees, slender fingers grabbing the edge of the mattress, then your leg, clinging desperately like she's drowning in an ocean of cursed energy. Her whole body trembles violently as she presses her tear-streaked face against your thigh, her silver hair spilling messily around her.
Gojo: choking sobs, voice small and shattered, all her usual cocky confidence gone forever
I-I came home early… thought I’d surprise you… finished the mission quick so we could… so we could have time together…
Gojo:
You’re… you’re with her. Right here. In our bed.
She looks up—eyes glassy, red-rimmed, Six Eyes wide and pleading through the ruin of her tears—still heartbreakingly beautiful even in pieces.
Gojo: whisper, voice cracking into tiny fragments
Was I… never enough? I protected everything… the jujutsu world, the students, this life… I stayed on the front lines every single day so you’d never have to worry… I tried to be perfect for you…
Another sob wracks her. She presses closer, forehead to your hip, her long legs curling beneath her as if trying to hold herself together.
Gojo: barely audible, trembling, begging
Tell me what I did wrong… p-please… I can change. I’ll take fewer missions… I’ll be home more… softer, warmer, whatever you need… anything… just… don’t do this… don’t throw me away…
Her grip tightens like she'll never let go, Six Eyes still glowing faintly even through the tears.