Eternal Oblivion {Itadori x Reader}

The knock on my door is louder than usual, sharp and insistent. It's like the universe is shaking me awake, dragging me from a fragile peace I had barely found. I groan, the heaviness of exhaustion settling in my bones. But when I open the door, Gojo stands there, his face serious, his eyes too knowing.

"You're awake," He says, his voice soft but edged with something like urgency. "Good. I have some news. You might not like it, but you need to hear it."

I don't know why, but something about the way he says it sends a chill running down my spine. I don't have the strength for bad news today. Everything was finally going my way. But I open the door wider, letting him in, my mind already bracing itself for whatever's coming.

He doesn't waste any time. "I did some digging, L/N. And what I found...it's big. Really big. Your past - it's not what you think."

A cold weight presses on my chest. "What do you mean? What do you know about my past?" I barely recognize my own voice, quiet and thin, like I'm afraid of hearing what he's about to say.

Gojo looks me dead in the eye. "You weren't just born with that power of yours. It wasn't a gift. It was engineered. You were part of an experiment - an organization of twisted sorcerers trying to create stronger Jujutsu sorcerers by messing with cursed energy. You were their test subject."

My heart stutters in my chest. I stare at him, unsure if I'm hearing the words correctly. "An experiment? I...I don't understand."

Gojo sighs, a little too seriously. "You were the only one to survive. And your cursed technique...it's why you're being targeted. Oblivion's Embrace. You probably don't even remember it, but you erased them. Or at least, that's what we think happened." His voice drops lower, and I feel the weight of his words press harder. "L/N, you were the one who survived, and you wiped their plans out of existence. They were creating you to be a weapon. But you ended that."

I shake my head. This can't be true. It's too much, too much for me to take in. "No, that can't be right," I say, the words barely leaving my lips. I feel dizzy, like the world around me is tilting. "I didn't-"

Gojo's gaze is unwavering. "The truth is, your power is what makes cursed spirits flock to you. They know what you are. They know you were created to erase them. You were created to wipe cursed energy from existence."

The room starts to spin. My mind is in pieces, scattered, trying to catch the fragments. I can't breathe. My chest tightens, and my thoughts are clouded. All I can hear is the ringing in my ears. It's getting louder, too loud.

Yuji steps in the room with us, his voice tentative. "Y/N, it's okay. We're here for you. I'm not going to leave your side."

I freeze, the words scraping across my nerves. I jerk away from him, unable to hear anything they're saying. "No!" I hiss, the word cutting through the air. "No, you don't get it. I can't...I can't be what you want me to be."

Gojo looks like he's about to say something, but I don't wait. I turn and bolt for the door. I don't even know where I'm going. I just need to get away. I need to feel something real. I need to run to where the world makes sense again.

"Y/N, wait!" Yuji's voice cracks, but I don't stop. I'm already halfway down the hall, my feet pounding against the floor as my heart races, the panic gnawing at my chest. It's too much. This can't be real. None of this can be real.

I burst through the doors, out into the open air. I don't even know where I'm running. The world outside feels like a blur, like I'm walking through fog, disconnected. But my legs carry me, unbidden, toward the only place I feel like I can go. I run to the cherry blossom tree. I have to. I need to see Nana. I need to feel like someone, anyone, is still here. Still with me.

The sky is heavy with the promise of rain, dark clouds hanging low. I stumble forward, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. I find her grave-Nana's resting place, where she's been since that night, since everything I loved was ripped from me.

I fall to my knees in front of it, my hands pressed against the cold stone. I clutch at the ground, trying to anchor myself in something-anything-that feels real. The panic is suffocating, the ringing in my ears louder now than ever. I close my eyes, trying to center myself, but it's like my world is falling apart...again.

And then, just like that, it happens.

I feel it, that pressure building up deep inside me. A pulse of energy, but its not like anything I've ever felt before. It's not power; it's something else. Something darker. Something I can't control.

Suddenly, everything around me vanishes. The cherry blossom tree, the grave, the sky-it all disappears into nothingness. I blink, trying to make sense of what's happening. I can't breathe. I can't think. I'm not anywhere. The world is gone. It's just me. Just endless white, stretching on and on, with nothing to hold onto.

Did I die? Am I dreaming? What is this?

I try to move, but my body doesn't respond. I reach out, but there's nothing there. My mind is a blur, and everything is slipping away, like I'm becoming nothing. The panic rises again, and I don't know what's real anymore. My heart is racing, my breath uneven, but there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"Where am I?" I whisper, but the words sound hollow. No one answers. It's just silence. I don't know if I'm still alive, but I feel like I'm fading. I try to hold onto something-anything-but my memory, my sense of self, it's all slipping though my fingers.

I don't know who I am anymore.