𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮 | gojo s.

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You sat on the floor, frozen. The scene before you was a chaotic mess, as there are some who stood in your way to document the whole thing. A hand touched your arm and helped you to stand. You couldn't see the two so you just let the person help you mindlessly.

"What the fuck, Y/N! He's not stopping! We have to get him away from Megumi!" you snapped out of it and turned your head to your brown-haired friend. Her eyes are wide, now gripping your arm, shouting in your ear. The alcohol in your system was not going away, so you blinked a few times, blocking out the noise.

Once you think you could stand on your own without her support, you dragged your eyes to where they were.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You pulled your arm off of Nobara's grip hastily and pushed the people out of your way, panicking. "Satoru!" you shouted, voice drowning because of the loud cheers from the nosy crowd. "Stop, Satoru!" you screamed, and finally, people noticed your presence and died down.

The music was still blasting when you spotted Satoru holding Megumi's collar, almost lifting him off the floor. He was glowering at your friend, with the veins on his hands and arms bulging from the force of his grip. Gojo towered over him and had way more impressive build than Megumi, so you were scared for your friend.

When your eyes went to Megumi, you visibly cringed. His cheek was swollen, and blood was dripping from his nose. His lips were parted, looking at Gojo with hazy eyes, and the way you see it, he seems more relaxed than the man holding him.

That was pissing Gojo off. You can see him ticking off, and you didn't want that to happen.

When Gojo raised a fist, you ran to them and grabbed his thick arm. He flexed under your touch, not even sparing you a glance. The man in front of you wasn't your boyfriend... he was a totally different person. He was giving your friend a murderous glare that scared you a bit. He wasn't like this. This was the first time you saw him so tense and livid that the veins in his neck was popping out painfully.

"Sato." you called for him weakly. The lights inside the house was making you dizzy but you stood still, moving your hold to his wrist to stop him.

Your gazed drifted to Megumi, whose jaw was hard, staring at the man holding him. He sensed your stare, his eyes softening. You pleaded with your eyes, but you couldn't move to touch him. You know it would just trigger Gojo, so you turned to Gojo, your other hand making its way to his stomach.

"Satoru. Please, let go of him." you whisper in his ear when you noticed how the crowd seemed to be holding their breath as they watched you calm the raging man.

Finally, his eyes moved to your face. He was breathing heavily, his grip on Megumi's collar still tight as he clenched his strong jaw. You didn't say anything, just meeting his gaze, hoping he'd get whatever you were pleading for.

In an abrupt move, he let go of Megumi, making him fall to the floor. You rushed to get to him but you felt Gojo's tight grip on your arm. He gave you a warning look that sent shivers down your spine because he has never acted this way before.

Was that what he did to Brittany's brother? But worse?

A thought came to mind. He broke his arm, he said. Was he really capable of doing that to Megumi, too? If you didn't stop him?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your friends and some guys attended to Megumi, who was coughing out some blood on the floor. Cringing at the sight, you felt helpless just watching your friend struggle to get up even with the help of your friends. Yuji threw you a concerned look, and Nobara was staring daggers at the man beside you.