Synopsis

Gojo huffed catching his breath before quickly breaking the door open as his blue orbs widen in fear and shock to see the situation. His hands trembled as he took a shaky breath making the female look up with red glassy orbs.

She leapt in his awaiting arms,pushing them in wall behind. She gripped onto his shirt desperately, her shaky breaths slowly turning into loud sobs as his body shooked with rage.

He wrapped his masculine arms around her shivering frame as she cried in his chest. He pats her back soothingly as she moaned painfully, making him halt. His glare hardened seeing her neck and chest red and purple, literally bruised with hickeys and blood oozing from slashes on forearms and shoulder blade.

"How far did he go?" She whines, shaking her head gently pressing herself against him for comfort.

"I am sorry. I was too late. Please forgive me if you can." He whispers softly as she buried herself in his neck ashamed.

"Don't feel ashamed or guilty for this. There wasn't a single fault of yours in this but me." He hugged her closer as she hiccups breathless.

"You weren't late sensei. Youre never too late." She whispers softly with strained voice as he picked her up bridal style before walking away. Gojo growls thinking of seniors with pure agony. He was about to turn around but halted in his steps upon hearing her soft cries. She buried her face in his chest as she pants heavily.

"P-please don't. I just want us to go from here." She whimpers scared, tightening her grip around his neck. He looked down at her before slowly turning around, making her sigh relief.

"I will always love you my dear. Never forget that hm?" He nuzzles his nose in her neck as she whimpers weakly.

"Please stop sensei. Don't touch me-" "I asked you not to feel ashamed of yourself didn't I?" Tears roll down endlessly as she shooked her head.