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As Gojo walked out of Yoshinobu's office, no one voiced the insolence of his decision to leave despite the meeting not being close to finishing. The door was wide open for him to freely walk out, and whether it was a sign he was taking the right decision by leaving, Gojo did not think further about it. Instead, he turned around and made a small wave with his hand before walking outside. The walls finally obscured him from their eyes, and without realizing, he had let out a small sigh of relief.
He heard someone faintly yell out "Gojo," before he closed the door behind him. He should have turned around and acknowledged the call of his name but he abstained himself. There was no point in doing so when those old men had voiced their opinion and he had voiced his own, which was supposed to mean that talking any further would be a waste of time.
Gojo would have stayed up until the end if the Elders hadn't brought up the worth of his student's life. Reasoning with a group like led to nothing; no change was ever made.
Alone in the hallway, the smile that had been plastered on his face for more than an hour disappeared once he was sure he was away from any eyes to see him. A meeting was supposed to entail speaking with people face to face but for those old men, the Elders as they liked to call themselves, had shoji doors greet their guests instead. They were the higher ups in the jujutsu world, ruling over anyone that was born with cursed energy. Such immense authority and yet they obscured their their faces, their identities. Whether the Elders truly felt protected by them or not, Gojo knew they were only brave enough to voice their conservative beliefs since there would be no face to correlate their words with.
It was superficial bravery.
They were a group of powerful men whose words were the law in their world. Gojo's way of thinking was immensely different from theirs despite having grown with it. He would never allow himself to get used to it.
That would mean losing his own voice.
Lifting both hands to slowly massage the temples of his face, he soon came to touch the soft fabric of the blindfold wrapped across his eyes. Mindlessly tracing its edge, Gojo's hands slowly drifted down his face, leaving a warm sensation across his skin before stopping at the base of his neck. Slowly stretching his head back to briefly release the stiffness on the muscles of his shoulder area, the action made the tendons of his neck finely define themselves against his skin. Gojo remained in that position for a few seconds.
The sensation of relief was temporary, disappearing as soon as he brought both hands back to his side. The stiffness that troubled his muscles crawled back once more. Letting out a short sigh, Gojo placed both hands inside the pockets of his pants before walking towards the only direction the hallway took him. The silence allowed his mind to recollect the majority of what had been said during the meeting.
