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Prison realm (Gojo x reader)

The cube was jumping in your hands. It was the only indication that Satoru was still there and alive.

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Incident in Shibuya spoilers.

The cube was jumping in your hands. It was the only indication that Satoru was still there and alive. You keep it with you for two months. You look after it and, if necessary, you protect it. It never got dirty because you were there. You spent two hard months. You didn't want to know what was going on out there in Shibuya. You don't want to know how much blood has been spilled. But you know for sure no one has found you. All you did was take Satoru. He sat so calmly in the cube. Too easy. And it hurt from the inside out. Satoru has never been so calm. No. He never...

He couldn't sit still. He was never quiet for more than a few minutes. If he was pissed off, he would just complain or seek your relief. He had various activities to relax himself.

And if he was in a good mood, it was pretty much the same as when he wasn't. He walked around and did everything or nothing. And if he did not always lie with you lazily on the couch or in bed.

But now the bed was the place you didn't want to be. The soft sheets were cold. He wasn't there. But everything reminded you of him. Pictures at home did not help. Everything smelled of him. His characteristic smell was everywhere. Expensive perfumes, colognes and laundry detergents. It was all his. It always smelled different from the rest. It always told you it was him. And now you were so cold. No love at home.

He has always been your love. It was not without him. No love...

Home monitoring has become your routine. Around and everywhere. You had motion sensors on the outside, and you also had security measures. Ordinary, and also against curse intrusion and curse users. You've been looking at everything that might change.

Your Satoru had many enemies. Too many for you to just ignore. Therefore he did not leave the house. You never went out for your own pleasure. Just for shopping. Plus you made them so large and so fast that you weren't home for less than an hour. And you never left the cube at home once. A lot could happen in your absence. And the seals on the walls may not work sometimes. Gojo found its place in your purse which you kept close to you. You're not leaving him. Not that someone took it from you. If that happened, you might never see him again in your life. But for now, you could only admire the vibrations and tremors of the cube, the only signs of life.

But from the cube's appearance, you might also know that it lives there. The eyes on the walls were open. Sometimes it scared you. But sometimes, when they would close or widen at times, you had the feeling that he was there listening to you.

You spent minutes, hours, days, and then weeks caring for a cursed object. After all, it included someone you've known for a long time. The person you loved. He took care of you whenever you needed it. You take care of him now when you don't know if he needs it. But you don't know if you'll see him. You want it. It is certain. Hug him, kiss him and say you love him again. And don't just rub the sides of the cube. You could only pretend he was listening to you.

Sometimes you just thought about what he was doing there. Was he sitting idle for these two months? Or maybe it is in hibernation for a while and does not know what is going on? It is impossible for him to know what is going on around him in a reduced version. You believe these eyes are not for seeing.

What is he thinking now? What does he do? What he feel? What would he do first when he got out of there? He misses you as much as you miss him? Wants to see you again?

You don't know anything until he was inside.

Every night you cried with the cube to your chest apologizing for everything you ever did to him. For every quarrel and misunderstanding. For everything you've done to him. You blamed yourself for being in there. So vulnerable now.

„If you hadn't let him go to Shibuya, it wouldn't have happened. You would have a warm and lively Satoru next to you now. Not a little cold cube." these are your only thoughts. There were no more optimistic thoughts.

There was only a plea that he should come back.

You can't hold on anymore. Not with the idea that it will be there for 100 years or more. If he gets out, you'll be gone. He is frozen in time. May not be aging. And you? 100 years is a death sentence for you. You have no power of immortality. You don't have the power to help him in any way.

The owner of the little prison is there or not. You don't know who is alive and who is not. You don't know how to open a prison kingdom on your own. You are not its owner. You cannot give orders. Even if you tried, you heard about it. It will not open to someone who does not own it. And you are not. You know it. You only hold the Gojo in your hands continuously, making sure that no one has taken it. That's why you never tried to command it.

You can no longer sleep well, eat or live. Your daily routine is to guard your cube. Nothing more. You are concerned with her more than with yourself. You can't think normally. Only about the poor white-haired man who is not aware of his surroundings. But it is important that it is safe.

All you have to do is find something that will get him out of there. But you don't know what...

Other sorcerers could also search for the item. Free or further imprison Satoru. You are only glad that he is safe with you. But you are still afraid.

But if your end comes... You will find hiding for him. If this closing time has passed, he will wake up at home. In his home and stories. You can write anything on sheets of paper. To tell about the years without him. He will wake up without you. And breaking up like this is better than watching your loved one leave in front of your eyes. You are ready to die for him. But first you still had hope. You won't dismiss him that easily. He hasn't been inside for several years. It's two months. You can get he out or he will get out by itself.

You were now recognized as a thief. You stole a cursed special-class item and hid. You are removed from society. Considered a traitor.

They told you this. You have had contact with several people. They informed you. They themselves were condemned to death. They wanted to save Satoru themselves. They wanted to help you make it happen. Shibuya was a troubled place. All Japan was like that. Without a Gojo, the old peace will not return.

They warned you about your superiors. You weren't supposed to go near them, but you'd better run away. Don't come back until something changes.

Satoru was considered a traitor. You also. For helping him.

They didn't care about logic.

Why was Satoru a traitor when he himself suffers in confinement now?

If there was anything you could do, you'd get rid of the old men. But not now. You can't endanger Satoru. He was your priority now.

There wasn't a day when you didn't feel bad. You didn't get phone calls often. Most often it is once a week. They couldn't call often and talk about the situation. If they didn't call, it was nothing. Not as bad as if they were calling all the time.

All you ever wanted was Satoru back home.

You slept with him, put him at the table at meals, and even took a bath with him. Everything with the thought that he is next. You could have sworn you could feel his spirit. Even if everything was closed.

You wish he was next to you.

You'd even prefer he wasn't a sorcerer. That he would not be the strongest. Then they wouldn't want to get rid of it. And because he is, you are now lonely without him.

Two trembles. As always. Nothing has changed. The cube twitched twice, then calmed down. Something that gives you the only opportunity to check if he is still there and fighting. Or at least he's fine.

Would you like to know how you can help him. But you are not a sorcerer. You are not as powerful as he is. You never have been and never will be.

You would like to vent your depression already. You don't want bad thoughts, but... It could also be the end.

The end of your Satoru.

End of your love.

End of your relationship.

So the end of your life.

It hasn't been that long yet. You still have hope.

Therefore, when the cube lay on the blanket next to you while watching TV, you were smiling with the thought that your loved one who is still alive there and is next to you.

"I want you next to me again, Satoru..." You moaned softly as tears ran down your face. But despite that, you were smiling.

He made you smile. Always.

You remembered his words.

Even if he was the strongest, it was the first time you heard such words from him. The first time he spoke as if he were weak. As if he didn't think he was better. As if he were the one to be killed. You were always meant to smile. Even when he was dying. As if he never came back, you weren't supposed to cry. You were supposed to be happy.

But that was not possible with him. You wanted him with you. Only with him could you be happy. His absence hurt so much. Every moment without him, you wanted relief from suffering. You will not depart from it even if it remains like this forever.

You are ready to write on the cards everything that happened in the world while he was gone. Because then, even if he comes out after all these years, even after you end your existence in this world, he will see it. Maybe read it.

You couldn't even say goodbye. If your last moment is that you didn't want to hug him before he left, you don't want to live like that. You don't want to live with the thought that you broke up forever after all this time. And that's all because he pissed you off as always. You know he tried to make up when he wanted to hug you. He laughed, he smiled, he wanted to tickle you and hug you. Everything is so nice, but you refused him. You wanted to show him that he was punished for what he was doing. And now you regret it. During this banter, he suddenly got an important call and he threw his sunglasses on the ground and put on a blindfold. He was running out of the house so fast you couldn't keep up with what he was doing. And he was so quick that he only slowed down later when he was approaching you. All he said was that he had a very important business to do now. He didn't say details. He never said that. He did not want to initiate you about sorcerers. The last thing he told you was' see you later. "I love you." You didn't answer him anything. You just sighed sadly, mumbling that you love him too. But you know he didn't hear it. Even if you wanted to tell him to take care of himself, you didn't. Because when you told him so, he always answered the same.

„It will be fine, darling. I am the strongest."

And now the most populous one sits locked in a small object. Sealed in something that is several dozen times smaller than him.

"Satoru you idiot..." you growled as your smile faded. How can you smile now? You don't care that he made you do it. You want to challenge him so badly. Apologise. Scream. Anything. Because it all means you're talking to him. That he hears you and can react.

Grabbing a small object in your hands, you put it on your lap to start stroking the cold walls. The eyes on the sides didn't move. But they were a bit closed.

As you ran your fingers along the lines you imagined it was your Satoru. That you are touching the edges of his cheekbones. His collarbones, his hands. That you are scratching his chest. You imagined everything just to forget that the object is cold. Not like Satoru's skin.

"You rest there, right?" you said focusing on the sweet snacks in the bowl in front of you. These were his favorites. You took some in your hand and put it in your mouth. Sweetness filled your taste buds. "I'd like to see you eat what I cook again. You were the only one who ate it." he laughed softly.

You remembered his screams and smug smiles as he slowly chewed his food. He was never afraid that it would not be very tasty, and took everything in excess.

He was the only one who valued you so much. You never thought that such a person would cling to you. And he has now become a giant leech that won't last an hour without hugging you, kissing you, or at least seeing you. He always loved your voice. He called from work or on missions. He even wanted face to face conversations. And the video call while he was murdering curses was not pleasant.

But you still loved him.

You weren't scared of him.

But you couldn't say the same now. You were afraid for him.

With nothing, you went to the bedroom. After making sure that everything is turned off and everything around the house is as it should be. When you changed into Satoru's T-shirt, you stepped under the covers, taking Satoru with you. You placed it on the cushion next to you and allowed yourself to rest.

But it didn't take long. You were tired of insomnia. You were afraid you would get paranoid. You still had the feeling that someone was about to take Satoru from you. There may be danger in every corner.

Fucking Prison realm. If it weren't for that, you'd be with him now.

Grabbing the cube as fast as you could, you squeezed it in your hands. Holding your heart with all your might, you huddled around to start crying. Tears soaked the pillows underneath you and ran down your face.

It was always like this before you took the sedatives. You could at least sleep with them.

You promised yourself you wouldn't say the name of the cursed item.

But you could let go once.

"Please give me my Satoru... Prison realm, please open up... Please..."

And despite the pleas, nothing happened.

At least you thought so. The cube twitched slightly. And then it calmed down.

It's clear, they won't give you Satoru. Not now.

You got out of bed slowly, going to get your dose of pills. Swallowing them all you thought was how long it would be. How long will you have to do this.

And suddenly you heard a faint crack in the bedroom. Very surprising because there is no "living" person here except you. There is no other life here.

By running there as fast as possible, you only looked at some strange parts that moved in the room, and then the black masses that were combined in one place in the middle.

It was through this place that you started running there as fast as possible.

You stumbled along the way, but the most important thing was that you got there. With a scream coming out of your throat, you fell to your knees with a pain in your voice.

Right there, at the union of the black masses, your Satoru knelt. Diffused, unconscious. Looking very weak. He wasn't moving. As if it had sucked the energy out of him.

You are now the owner of a cursed special-class item, prison realm. The item that seals the most powerful.

So long with this item has made it live up to your word. That's why you could see your Satoru again.

Blinding light came in through the slightly open blinds. The view was blurry. A feeling he has never felt. Pain and numbness. Weakness. He felt so weak. His whole body ached. He felt like he was being torn apart. His body is hell. The eyes hurt.

Plus he felt so out of place. It was strange for him.

strange He didn't recognize the energy, nor the smell, nor the sight of this place. He had a vision problem. Everything was blurry. The energy he felt was flowing in waves. As if he was just tuning in to signaling this sources. It's as if he lost his techniques for a while.

But he was not bothered by the momentary lack of vision. He felt the energy. Only that was important. He visualized the world through energy.

Speaking of which, he turned his head to the other energy. Very familiar. And with his blurry eyesight, he tried to see as many details as possible.

"(y/n)...?" he thought, his lips too dry to speak. He felt his arm feel for warmth. All he could see was a stain. Everything like a fog. He hoped it would be over soon.

Touching his fingers on something warm, he slipped his hand over it, feeling into it trying to guess what he touched. After the move, he concluded it was your arm. He was holding his hand on your shoulder blade now, feeling you breathe calmly.

"Sleeps? At least that's good..." he thought as he stroked your fingers.

As soon as he moved harder, he felt you jump up quickly and straighten up, thereby dropping his arm.

He wanted so badly to see you now. But he couldn't.

"Satoru...?" he heard your soft moan. He wanted to answer, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. No sound. Except for a soft screeching. He was so tired...

He widened his narrowed eyes a little more, pointing them towards you as you were still a blur.

He started to hear soft squeals from you. As if you were holding back crying. He felt your breathing speed up. As the heart beat faster. Lying on his back on the pillows, there wasn't much he could do. Just lie there and wait for your move.

He almost flinched at the sudden touch on his hand and pulled away slightly. He heard a soft apology. But, knowing it was you, he smiled slightly and relaxed, letting you touch him.

He felt like he was going to melt as you ran your hands over his palm as you headed higher. You stroked his forearm, then his biceps to his shoulders. To finally go to the dream thing - the face. But just sliding my fingers over his features, instead of focusing on every detail, he felt your hands pressing into his neck. You hugged him. He felt you pressed against him. He could feel your heart beating. He just felt you. He smiled slightly as he reached for you and managed to grab you lightly at the waist.

"Please don't ever do that to me again... Don't ever leave me again..." he heard your soft plea, and then felt hot tears streaming down his neck.

"...N-Never..." he groaned very softly, his voice breaking, then grunted, hoping it would help him. "I will not leave you..."

"Satoru..."

You suddenly stepped aside to see the vivid Color of his eyes once more. But you saw the chill as soon as you saw his eyes are white and blue. His pupils were so small you could hardly see them at all.

"S'toru... Your... Your eyes..." you began to tremble uncontrollably and cry. Your Satoru was in this condition.

"All right. I can see. Only that is blurry." he said, feeling better and better. He could talk more and more. Vision improved as well because it didn't react that much to light. He still saw you. "I think it will be back to normal... Just... I just don't have the energy... There is so little of it... So you could say that this is what my eyes could have looked like without the six-eye technique." He laughed.

"You idiot! This is not funny! You could have died! You might not have come out of there! How can you laugh now ?! You don't know how I was worried! You don't know what I had to do to be here with you right now! You don't know how I have to live now! You don't know what I was going through without you here..." sobs escaped from your throat.

"Hey. It's good. I'm already here." he said, lifting himself a little on the pillows. "I know you took care of me. Thank you for looking after me. Without you, I'd be– Hey! No. Please do not cry. Shhhh. I didn't mean to say that I would die. No more, stop crying." silenced your crying once you were finishing his sentence for him in your mind.

Seeing any details on your face, he raised his hand to wipe your tears.

Just feeling his skin on yours, you clung to him, not wanting to let go or go.

"You are always beautiful. Even when you cry. Now calm down. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

You looked at his eyes and an encouraging smile. Despite how faint he felt now, he must have been of support to you.

Looking at the his eyes, you could see the blue. It was filling up. More and more blue. Slowly but surely it's still something. The important thing is that he saw you. His eyes will return. He will return with his renewed strength. When he is in full strength, everything will be fine as before.

You don't want to know more about killing. You only want your Satoru next to you for the rest of your life.

"I love you." he said, pulling you towards him, and he looked into your eyes.

From this distance, he could see anything. And it was enough for him to see you. Your appearance, which he has always considered the highest beauty.

"... I love you." You groaned smiling at him and letting him lead you into a kiss.

Lying down next to him, you grabbed his head against your chest. He closed his eyes and smiled at the soft warmth around his face.

He felt it load in your arms. You could heal him faster than he did himself. He knew he wouldn't give this feeling that easily. He knows he will have to shed blood. And he will do it without remorse. For you and your safety. For you.

"I could lie between them every day." he laughed as he pressed his face between your breasts. You couldn't hit him. You couldn't yell at him. You couldn't forbid him to do that. After all, you love him. If he's in a good mood now, you can't take it away from him. It also affects you.

You want to be with Satoru forever. No matter who doesn't like it. It is your life. He loves you more than anything. He promised to protect you. No matter what happens to him, he will keep it. For you. Nobody will take you away. And the one who may want to destroy it...

...will die...

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