ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

¹¹. ᴰᵉᵃᵈ

A headache so strong, so strong she fell on her knees. She threw up and gasped for air as she clawed the muddy ground in pain.

"Y/n?" inquired a blurry face she couldn't make out.

She gasped and whimpered, her brain was frying. Her vision blurred and blurred until she was in total pitch black. A fearful scream escaped her as she lost her sense of vision. She felt hands grabbing her, making her panic as she couldn't process her surroundings. She couldn't make out the voices trying to reach out to her. Many unknown hands grabbed her tightly, restraining her to lead her away. After a short moment that felt like eternity to the poor agonizing girl, she was laid down on a cold and hard table, her condition worsening by the second, she was now convulsing. The voices around her faded away - was she losing her hearing too? She screamed to the top of her lungs - screams that she couldn't hear anymore. She felt a hand on her forehead, and her whole mind was siphoned away.

Later, her eyes painfully opened. Relief was the first emotion she felt as she realized she could clearly see again. Her eyes first landed on the back of a woman in a white medical blouse, her brown hair flowing down her back. The woman turned to look at the pitiful looking girl. She faintly smiled, accentuating the black circle under her eyes.

The girl elevated herself on her elbow. Her body started to recover sensations, her fingers were tingling.

"You shouldn't get up for now." The fatigued woman advised while lighting up a cigarette.

Defeated, the girl lied down, lightheaded, facing the white neon lights on the ceiling. She started reconstructing what had happened before she collapsed. She remembered coming back from the mission she was assigned to, after two months out in Ibaraki prefecture. The mission wore her out - yes. But that didn't explain the collapse, she thought. She had it worse before. She remembered entering the Jujutsu Tech barrier safely, she then remembered seeing Maki and Panda - Panda was waving at her, she reciprocated. She remembered fluffy white hair belonging to a tall man coming in her direction - Gojo Satoru?

"How long have I been out?" Y/n asked the woman that was silently smoking in the corner of the room, studying her.

"Two days ? Three days ?...or was it four ?" the woman said, seemingly thinking out loud.

"It was five."

White silky hair, white bandages as a blindfold, peachy lips and a tall figure - Gojo Satoru had entered the room. The girl followed his every movement. The way his hands flowed while he talked to the woman - Shoko he called her -, the way his smile softened by interacting with her, how decontracted his posture was, how decontracted Shoko's become too.

It wasn't the first time the girl saw him - everyone knew of Gojo Satoru, bearer of the Limitless technique and of the Six Eyes. But for some reasons, her whole being didn't react the same to his presence as before, when she caught glimpses of him between missions. She couldn't pinpoint what was different - but she felt a tug in her chest when he landed his blindfolded gaze on her.

"Is she staring because she still has brain damage?" He asked Shoko.

The brown haired woman shook her head.

"She's probably staring because you're so weird looking."

"Aaahh?" The white haired exclaimed in indignation.

They both left the room, bickering like dogs and cats. The girl on the cold operating table looked at them until they left the room. She took a long breath, feeling her whole body wake up to pains all over. She racked her mind, trying to find what had happened to her, to no avail.

A little further in the corridors of the cold and stern building, Gojo Satoru and Shoko Ieri stopped to talk.

"The higher ups sent you? Is she that important?"