In a life-or-death situation, there's only one option: Gojo has to transfer his cursed energy directly inside of you in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure...
🔗READ/PLAY HERE to make your own choices! [Playthrough by Anonymous] CW: Dubcon, fuck or die situation
"I can barely stand," you say flatly, staring at the door to the bath. "You're helping me."
Satoru's hand, mid-reach for a second mandarin, pauses. He looks at you, then at the door, then back. For a moment you think he'll make a joke — something about how he's already carried you halfway across Kinugawa tonight. But he doesn't.
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Okay."
He stands, crossing the room in two strides, and offers you his hand. You take it, and he does the work of hauling you upright, one arm sliding around your waist before your knees can make a decision. The world tilts, then steadies against the wall of his chest.
"Easy," he says. "I've got you."
The walk to the bath is short, but it feels longer. His hand is splayed against your hip, grip firm through the thin fabric of your shirt, and he matches your pace without complaint. He slides the door open with his free hand, and warm, steam-heavy air rolls out to meet you.
The bath is small and private, wood-paneled, a deep tub already filling with water that glows faintly in the lantern light. A wooden stool and bucket sit by the tap, a clean towel folded on the edge. Tanaka-san has been busy.
Satoru's eyes sweep the room once, taking it in, then drop to you.
"Alright," he says. "What do you need from me?"
"Stay close," you say, reading his hesitation. "Just — don't go far."
Satoru nods, settling onto the wooden stool with his back to the tub, elbows on his knees. "I'll be right here. Yell if you need me."
You shed your clothes with clumsy, tired fingers, the fabric clinging where blood has dried. A towel goes around you, and you lower yourself into the water with a hiss that melts into a sigh. The heat climbs your spine, sinking into muscle you didn't know you had left. Steam curls around your shoulders.
Behind you, Satoru's breathing is steady. A quiet, solid presence. The water laps at your chin, and for a moment, you let yourself just float in it.
"Y/N." His voice is careful. "How's your core feeling?"
