Saotomi Mio felt as if she were waking from a foggy dream, but not a dream, no... Something was happening to her, she remembered that, something dangerous, someone..

The feeling started to come back into her toes, she wiggled them determinedly, but her body was sluggish. Had she been sedated? Who would do that to her? She tried to open her eyes but there was still nothing but blackness, was she still asleep and just dreaming? No. She was sure that she was awake, so why could she not see? The feeling was slowly spreading back throughout her whole body now, like a trickle of thick maple syrup, followed by pins and needles. How long had she been out for? Where was she?

She wrinkled her nose, there it is..

She was blindfolded.

And tied down on all limbs.

Okay, thought Mio, so I've been taken prisoner, who would want me alive more than wanting me dead? Mio remembered where she had been before this, more of who she was and why she could be there. She had been on a mission to recover Intel about the wearabouts of Sukuna's vessel, and (should the possibility arise) attempt to retrieve him and imprison him back at HQ. Where Geto-sama could keep him and study him away from that bastard Satoru.

Satoru..

She had been fighting him before.. Yeah.. Near the Jujutsu college in Tokyo, where she was sent to collect intel. She had made it through the barrier, and had even gotten past Gojo into the deeper parts of the wretched school, the memory of being there made her feel sick. What a fucking joke of an institution, trying to revive the King of Curses as if its a fucking good idea, idiots. Mio often found herself wondering if Satoru had a fetish for power, having such a leading role in this twisted game they were playing with fate. What a fucking psycho.. But she had to admit there was always something intriguing, or even at times exciting about toying with the King of Curses like he's a collectable item in a game store.. Satoru really has his work cut out for him.

Satoru..He must be the reason that she's there. He must be, there is no other explanation. Mio took a deep breath in through her nose and assessed her surroundings with the only sense she had left at her disposal. She could smell old books.. Termites.. Damp.. The place smelled like no one had even been near there for years, for fear of the walls collapsing in on them. There was another smell Mio couldn't quite place, something musky and deep, with subtle notes of light floral tones. And coffee. Why could she smell coffee?

"So you're awake now.." said a voice coming from the direction of her feet, no more than 10 or 15 feet away, she decided. The voice was deep, and it rumbled against the walls like the room was a stomach and it had just become very, very hungry.

"Quite impressive, the sedative I used would normally keep someone down for up to a week!"

There was a high pitched giggle, and instantly Mio knew who it was, and why she was there, her heart started to race and she had to take a deep breath to steady her nerves. It's okay, she thought to herself quietly, this is just like what Geto-sama prepared you for, you can do this, give nothing away..

"Satoru.."

Mio attempted to add a silky texture to her voice, and it was a if she could feel Gojo's gaze on her from across the room. She bit her tongue inside her mouth to stop her body from reacting, but the room was cold, and the more she paid attention to her own sensations, she began to doubt if she was even fully clothed. That freak, is this how he expects to get information from me? Mio took another deep breath, she felt her heart rate slow, connecting mind and body to ensure that she was in control, that she was prepared. As she noticed more and more sensations, she could feel the weight of whatever was holding her down on her hands and feet. Could it be a curse seal? Mio was spread out, and there was so much tension on the bindings that she couldn't even bend her legs if she wanted to. She thought about testing it, but decided against it. She didn't want to give Satoru the satisfaction of seeing her struggle.

"You're lucky to be here, you know, the higher ups wanted you executed on the spot." Satoru grinned through his teeth, calmly running one hand down the door frame and taking a deep whiff of his fresh coffee. Everyone likes coffee, he thought to himself, nothing like the smell of something that someone wants to get them loosened up and ready to talk.

"Fortunately, being the marvelous Gojo Satoru, King manouverer and wanton negotiator, I got them to spare you."

Mio wondered for a second if Gojo was attempting to win her favour, her brow furrowed for a brief moment before she let her face drop to a neutral expression again. I can't let him see anything.

But it was too late.

"No need to be so moody about it, lady."

Another chuckle pierced the room, but this time a deeper one, that reverberated along the sodden walls.

"You're safe and sound, and you won't be seeing any of those decrepit geezers any time soon, or anyone else at all for that matter. Plus, you'd be dead right now if it weren't for me! I'm practically your Lord and Saviour!"

Mio could tell that Gojo was only buttering her up with humour to try and create a rapport with her, to make her comfortable. She could see straight through him, though she had to admit it did make her want to crack a smile. But if she did that then all her training and preparation would have been for nothing. Geto-sama would scold her beyond belief.. Though the thought of that as well wasn't exactly helpful.. Mio had always had a penchant for being punished, especially by such a strong curse wielder like Geto-sama..

Calm down, Mio told herself, get your fucking head in the game and think about where you are. Hold your nerve and don't say a fucking word to that idiot pervert, Gojo, or Geto-sama will make you regret it.

She'd done it again.. Well that was pointless, now Mio could only think about Geto-sama's gorgeous enraged stature towering over her, his dark hair jerking as he moves to strike her. The thought brings a heat to her neck and Mio forgets where she is. She quickly bites her tongue again, harder this time, and the shock brings her back to the room.

Mio stayed silent in the face of Satoru, her body motionless, refusing to play along to whatever game he was attempting to set up. She needed to think of a plan, a way to get him to trust her and let her go... She carefully thought about what tools she had at her disposal and narrowed it down to two things..

Her words...

And her body.

Shit.. She thought, is this really what it has come down to? Seducing the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in order to complete my mission?Mio couldn't deny that there was a part of her that liked the idea. She knew that Gojo wasn't really an idiot, he put her in this situation knowing full well that it would limit her abilities to engage in any type of warfare other than the two afore-mentioned skills, her wit, and her sexuality.

Gojo liked the idea of confining her like this, it took him convincing the higher ups for hours for them to let him have his way. He had met Mio once before, many years ago, at one of those silly conferences the board liked to have every however often. He never cared for the formal side of Jujutsu education, he was a practical man, and he hated doing paperwork. But this was important. Gojo had promised to do regular documentation on Mio and her detainment, so that they could monitor from the outside. However, he had insisted that none of them interact with her, as the shaman knew it would be a long process of getting her to crack and, with any luck, divulge information about Suguru's plans. That was the condition.

Stupid old men, he smiled to himself, as if they expect me to write an honest report of what's going to happen down here. If only I were honest, they would probably all have heart attacks, keel over and die! He considered it as an option for a moment, a potential way of getting what he wanted and removing the prying eyes and ears of the higher ups watching and judging everything he did. Wouldn't it be nice? Two birds with one stone? No.. Unfortunately, he would probably pay the price, not only for lying to get what he wanted (even though that was something he was known to do, and he suspected the higher ups knew that anyway) but also for causing the deaths of the leading members of the organisation. A crying shame, he thought darkly.

"You know why you're here, don't you."

He wasn't even asking. Something about his tone made Mio catch her breath silently, she held it for a moment to slow her heart, and began to breathe slowly through her nose. She knew his game, 'strongest jujutsu sorcerer', strongest stinking attitude more like. Mio had to start thinking of a way to get him to trust her, or to see her as a potential ally. She was a strong curse user, but jujutsu regulations stated that she should be exorcised on the spot as a threat. So why would Gojo keep her alive? To get to Geto-sama probably, not that they wouldn't be able to handle eachother.. Mio almost smiled at the wording.. Handle.. How she wished that Geto-sama would handle her, she was getting lost in though again.. Concentrate.

"Something bothering you, uh, sorry what was your name again?"

Gojo knew she would lie, but he wanted to give her the opportunity to get a foot in and see if she would take the bait, change the dynamic, fool him before he could fool her. Always let the weaker opponent strike first, create an opening, this was basic stuff here. Gojo wanted to see if Mio would try and outsmart him before he even started the real interrogating.

And Mio could see right through it, she knew he wanted her to lie and confirm that she was the weaker one. Her gut turned, her mind wandered. Mio wanted to submit, but she could never betray Geto-sama that way, it would only lead to more trouble for her. What a fucking shit show, Mio grumbled to herself, this fucking guy thinks he can make me roll over just by asking me my name. She was getting pissed off already, she couldn't let that happen. The more she reacts, the weaker she becomes.

Be a brick wall. Be a stone statue. Nothing on the outside, nothing on the inside.

"Come now, sweetheart.." Satoru cooed softly. His voice was like butter, sweet and grating, probably hoarse from being in a screaming match with Yaga and the other directors. "Don't you want me to be able to address you directly?"

Gojo already knew who Mio was, he even knew her family. The Saotomi lineage have been loyal allies to the Jujutsu College for centuries. They assist in gethering and selling resources for cursed weapons, and some members even branched out into smithing swords and the like. He knew that Mio must be aware of this as well, and that she would be trying to figure out if Gojo knowing who she was puts her at an advantage or not...

Mio lay still and silent as the grave, though her mind was still racing, no matter how hard she tried to quell her thoughts.

What does she gain from letting Satoru know her identity? Of confirming her identity at least? She had abandoned her family after falling for Geto-sama, renounced jujutsu and become a curse user. Mio had already lost the trust and respect of her family, so she wasn't at a loss there.

What else?

There was the cursed speech user, Inumaki Toge. She had done extensive research on his family's technique, the Serpent eye and Fang seal. Could they bind her using her name? Put her into some sort of pact without her consent? She couldn't allow that to happen... But he said no one else would be coming down here.. How can I trust that? What does he really gain from keeping such privacy instead of using everything he has against me? Am I really that important?

Satoru smiled, he could see the cogs turning in her brain and was excited to hear her answer. He would wait patiently and not press her any more until she had reached a decision. The tension was just too exquisite, it would be a waste to spoil it by speaking any more than necessary.

Mio thought back to her training, and what Geto-sama had taught her about Satoru.

"He works best on his own, and the higher ups know that to be true. Other people get in his way and 'spoil his process'." Suguru explained, "He will probably expect you to know this, and will likely have strong suspicions that you are affiliated with me. Throw the curses under the bus if you must, they are replaceable, but under no circumstances are you permitted to even utter my name, is that understood, Saotomi?"

The memory of his voice and words sent a small shiver from Mio's stomach up her spine. He was so strong. It would break her heart to betray the man she had abandoned her family for. Why did he even choose me for this mission? Mio thought to herself, why not just send one of the curses? Mio had excellent control over her cursed energy, Geto-sama had made sure of that. But still, the seals that had been placed on her were stronger than anything used in her training. This realisation alone was enough to make her start doubting her master's strength, as well as her own. She was losing her focus again, and yet Gojo had still not prompted her for an answer... What is he doing? Is he hoping for me to overthink this and lose my composure? Mio wondered, pausing her thoughts once again to recentre herself, to connect to the room and to her body...

Her body...

Mio started to breathe deeply into her chest, which rose and fell, lifting her ribs and tipping her shoulders back. She couldn't just lay there and do nothing, she couldn't think of whether to answer truthfully, whether Gojo already knew who she was, which was pretty likely when she thought about it in a more calm head space. What is the point of all this? He's just playing with me, I'm thinking myself into uselessness and reacting like a flustered teenager. What the fuck is going on?

Gojo smirked again, eyes glistening behind his black blindfold, white hair standing up supported by the fabric. He knew what she was thinking without even asking her, she was thinking about telling the truth, and the thought was scaring her. She was showing her belly like a frightful puppy, and it was delicious.

Mio was waiting for Satoru to take the lead again, to pester her for an answer, but with each moment of silence that passed by she sank deeper into despair and regret. She decided to trust her gut, and to trust Satoru's words, but only because of what Geto-sama had told her about him.

He knew who she was, and they were alone, could it really make this any worse?

"Saotomi"

She spoke boldly, hoping that it would disguise the fit of nervousness she just had. Gojo relished this. So she did tell the truth, huh.. The man thought to himself, watching her proud chest rise and fall with her breath, running his tongue over his bottom lip causing it to glisten in the dull, dark room. How interesting... I wonder what Suguru has told her about me. Better wait until later to bring him up, though, don't want to let the cat out of the bag too soon, I think I'd like to have some fun with the poor girl first.

"So, Saotomi" he paused to take a sip of his coffee, the sound made Mio realise how dehydrated she was. That bastard..

"Do you come to places like this often?"

Gojo burst out laughing, the sound almost made Mio angry, but she contained herself. She had expected this sort of thing to happen, but wasnt really given any real life experience in interrogation. Had Geto-sama set her up to fail intentionally? Was she just a pawn in his game to get Gojo where he wanted him? Was anyone coming to save her? Probably not... Geto-sama was always a cold man, he probably knew that she would get captured. Mio felt a pang of betrayal deep in her heart, did Geto-sama think that she was weak? That she was only useful as a pawn? Her change of heart was noticed by the sorcerer, at the moment she stopped the rhythmic breathing in her chest.

Got you.

"No matter, though I can't say why you're here, Saotomi-chan, I can assure you that you will be well looked-after for the duration of your stay at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College dungeon. I've got a class to run to now, so I'll come back later OK!"

Mio heard his footsteps coming closer to her, causing her mouth to go dry. Satoru closed the distance between the two of them with slow, deliberate steps, and leaned over the helpless girl. His tone changed, to something much darker, with murderous intent that poured off of Satoru like a thick spill of poisonous cream.

"Behave yourself."

Within a moment, he was gone. The door shut so quietly she wouldn't have noticed it, were her ears not pricked to attention by Satoru's words. What a rush.. The feeling was so similar to how she felt when Geto-sama was scolding her, she could barely tell the difference..

Little did she know how significant these two men and all their troubles would be to her. Mio bit her lip and attempted to wriggle around a little, staying still for so long was so taxing. Let alone having to stay as deadpan as she could manage in the presence of the only other person who could get her as flustered as her master.

What a fucking nightmare you've got yourself into Mio, baa-chan would be rolling in her grave if she could see you now.

She thought about Geto-sama for a while, how he always kept her at arms length, how when she came back from missions he would wave her away without really saying a proper hello or asking how she was. Seeing it this way now made her feel so powerless. Suguru had told her in the past how Gojo has a weakness for pretty girls... Mio took that, at the time, as her master calling her pretty. Her heart leapt with joy in the moment, but now it filled her with a crushing feeling of rejection. Has Geto-sama just used me because he though that Satoru would find me attractive? Not because he did... Her heart sank, perhaps the man she betrayed her whole family for thought nothing more of her than he did of his cursed familiars, she was just a tool.. She used to be okay with that, any reason to be around him was enough for her.. But now.. Now she was trapped and at the mercy of the most powerful cursed technique user in the world, and he was toying with her like she was nothing. Mio realised in that moment how weak she really was, but the fear of retribution from Geto-sama did not abate, she couldn't give up, especially not at the first hurdle, she would be a laughing stock.

Her thoughts drifted to Satoru. She could feel his presence immensely when he was leant over her like that, it was like being next to an open fire the size of a house. His quiet rage spoke for him, but the words he had used, the command he gave to Mio... Behave myself.. What does that mean? Was he trying to get in her head? Make her think about him instead of Geto-sama? She hated to admit that it was working, that when he spoke it sent shivers up and down her spine... And the whole time she couldn't even see him.

This was a living hell, and it hadn't even started. Mio let out an exhausted sigh, and tried to fall back asleep.


Hey guys, gals and gargoyles!

So this is my first ever fanfic, I thought I'd do it for the JJK fandom cause its my current favourite and also y'all a bunch of thirsty hoes ;)

This is meant to read as Gojo x reader, but I find it easier to give the reader character a name and backstory because I feel like it reads better than (y/n) or anything like that..

Please let me know what you think! I hope you have a second chapter out by next week :3