Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

2: Echoes of the Past

The rain grew heavier as Miyako Gojo descended from the rooftop. Each step was deliberate, her senses on high alert, anticipating another attack or surprise encounter. The wind howled through the alleyways, carrying with it a chill that cut through her jacket. The city seemed to close in around her as if reacting to the tension that had built on the rooftop.

As she reached street level, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and saw a message from her brother, Gojo Satoru.

"Where are you? I've been waiting for you at HQ."

Miyako sighed, typing out a quick reply.

"Just finished a mission. Ran into someone unexpected."

The response came almost instantly.

"Suguru?"

She paused before answering. Her brother had always been perceptive, almost unsettlingly so. It was one of his strengths as a sorcerer and one of the reasons why he was the strongest. But it also made it difficult to hide things from him.

"Yeah. I'm okay. He hasn't changed."

There was a moment of silence before the reply came.

"Stay safe. Don't confront him alone. See you soon."

Miyako pocketed her phone and continued down the alleyway, her thoughts swirling. It wasn't just her brother's warning that lingered in her mind—it was the encounter with Suguru, the way he had looked at her with that detached gaze as if she were just another obstacle in his path.

The storm was reaching its peak, thunder rumbling overhead, and lightning flashing in the distance. She reached the end of the alley and found herself in a deserted park, the playground equipment casting long shadows in the dim streetlights. The rain had driven most people indoors, leaving the park eerily quiet.

Miyako took a moment to collect herself. This had been the first time she'd encountered Suguru since he'd left Tokyo Jujutsu High. He had once been her brother's closest friend, a part of their tight-knit group. But something had changed in him—something dark and driven by anger. She knew it had to do with the day he turned against the jujutsu society, but the details remained a mystery to her.

A rustling sound broke her thoughts, and she instinctively reached for her weapon. A cursed spirit, small but belligerent, emerged from the shadows, its form shifting and writhing. Miyako was quick to react, summoning her cursed energy and striking it down with a single, precise blow. The spirit disintegrated into the night, leaving no trace behind.

"Still got it," she muttered to herself, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

But the moment of triumph was short-lived. As she stood in the empty park, she sensed a familiar presence behind her—a presence that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Impressive," said a voice, smooth and confident. "You've gotten stronger, Miyako."

She turned to see Suguru standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was one of casual curiosity, but his eyes betrayed a deeper intensity.

"What do you want now?" she asked, her grip tightening on her weapon.

He shrugged, his demeanour as nonchalant as ever. "Just watching the show. I didn't expect you to deal with that spirit so easily. Most sorcerers would struggle with that one."

Miyako didn't lower her guard. "Why are you following me? If you're here to cause trouble, you know how this ends."

Suguru chuckled, the sound low and unsettling. "Relax, Miyako. I'm not here to fight. Not tonight, anyway. I just wanted to see how much you've changed."

She narrowed her eyes. "You left us, Suguru. You betrayed everything we stood for. Why should I believe anything you say?"

His smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "I left because the world we stood for was broken. You just don't see it yet. But you will."

Miyako's anger flared, but she held it in check. "You're wrong. The world isn't broken—we're here to protect it, to make it better. What you're doing only brings more chaos and pain."

Suguru's eyes hardened. "You and your brother, always the idealists. You think you can change the world by playing by the rules. But the rules are what's keeping us from making real progress."

He stepped closer, and Miyako felt the weight of his gaze. It was as if he were trying to see through her, to understand what drove her. But she wasn't about to let him inside her head.

"Listen, Suguru," she said, her voice firm. "I don't know what you went through to make you this way, but it doesn't justify hurting innocent people. If you keep down this path, I won't hesitate to stop you."

Suguru nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "We'll see, Miyako. But remember, when the time comes, you might have to make choices you never expected. Choices that could change everything."

With that, he turned and walked into the darkness, his silhouette fading into the stormy night. Miyako watched him go, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She knew he was dangerous, but a part of her couldn't help but remember the times when they were friends, when they laughed and trained together. Those memories felt distant now, like echoes from a different life.

As the rain continued to fall, Miyako took a deep breath and headed back toward Tokyo Jujutsu High. There was work to be done, and she couldn't afford to dwell on the past. But she knew that her encounters with Suguru were far from over, and the next time they met, it might not end with words. It might end with a fight—one that would test her resolve and her commitment to her ideals.