We are just friends

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As the blaring of my alarm startles me, I jolt awake and hurriedly swing my legs out of bed. In my haste, I accidentally knock over a container of melted ice cream, sending a sticky mess splattering across my carpet and dripping over the ends of my blinds. I mutter "Shit" under my breath as I attempt to flick the clinging ice cream off my fingers, only to inadvertently send more of it flying onto the floor. Dizzy from the abrupt awakening, my head spins, and my sense of balance feels off-kilter as remnants of a vivid dream invade my waking thoughts. My breathing is labored, and I can feel my chest rising and falling in rhythm with the effort. Vivid images from the dream play over and over in my mind, each scene etching itself into my conscious awareness like scenes from a movie.


Sukuna. The kiss.I blink back the tears that sting my eyes. I'm frustrated. I'm terrified. I can still feel the effects of Sukuna's kiss and the terrifying heat of his touch. The shattered dream catcher lies on the floor, broken into delicate pieces. I lift my gaze to the empty space above my bed, where it once hung, casting intricate shadows on the wall. Satoru's words echo in my mind, lingering like an unwelcome guest.


FLASH BACK

"Here, princess, I have a little surprise for you," he says with a joyful expression, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "A surprise?" I inquire, trying to gauge his sincerity as I meet his gaze. He simply grins and extends a crisp white gift bag in my direction. The sunlight catches on the bag's glossy surface, creating a surreal glow that mirrors the gleam in his own eyes behind his sunglasses. The bag is tied with a delicate ribbon, adding a touch of elegance to the mystery inside.


I carefully untie the ribbon and pull out the tissue paper, exchanging a knowing smile with him before setting the paper aside. The tissue paper rustles as I set it down on the table. As my fingers explore the bag's depths, I feel the object's weight. It's a small, intriguing mystery waiting to be revealed. The anticipation builds as I wonder what could be inside this beautifully presented gift.


I gently close my hands over the soft material, feeling its delicate texture under my fingertips. As I look up at Satoru, his eyes seem to glow in the dim light. "What is this?" I ask, holding the material up to get a better look. The fabric is a rich, deep navy blue, reminiscent of the night sky. It feels smooth and delicate, like the touch of a feather.


"A dream catcher," he replies in a gruff voice, adding an air of mystery to the moment. The way he says it makes me feel like there's more to the story of this beautiful object.I can't help but smile as I hold it. "Why?" I inquire, genuinely curious about the purpose of this beautiful object. Satoru nonchalantly shrugs and explains, "So that big bad curses don't come through your window and disturb your dreams." Despite his playful expression and teasing tone, I can detect a glint of seriousness in his eyes. It dawns on me that this is his way of showing he cares, even if it's wrapped in a veil of playfulness.


"Very funny," I retort with a laugh. "The only thing haunting my dreams is your arrogant ass."

To my delight, he chuckles in response, and I can't help but join in.

 He cocks his head to the side, a playful sparkle in his eyes as he remarks, "I had you going there for a second." His laughter fills the room with a soft, infectious melody, prompting me to respond with an exaggerated eye roll. I hold the exquisite dream catcher in my hands, entranced by its intricate details. The resilient string, expertly woven into an elaborate pattern, holds the delicate pieces together. At the same time, the circular frame is a testament to the masterful art of willow weaving.

Is love a curse          -                   Sukunaxreader / GojoxreaderWhere stories live. Discover now