Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

4: Shadows of the Past

The early morning light filtered through the clouds, casting a gentle glow over Tokyo Jujutsu High. The storm had cleared, but the air still carried the scent of rain and the ground was damp with dew. The first rays of sunlight touched the tops of the buildings, slowly warming the campus from its night chill. It was a beautiful sight, but Miyako Gojo couldn't enjoy it. Her mind was too full of questions, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty.

After her encounter with Geto Suguru, she had spent the rest of the night trying to make sense of his words. He spoke with such conviction, as if his cause was just, even as he stood against everything she and her brother fought to protect. It wasn't just the ideological divide that troubled her—it was the familiarity, the memories of when they were friends and trained together. Those memories seemed distant now, like echoes from a past life.

After her meeting with her brother, she returned to her dorm room, a small but comfortable space filled with personal mementos and training equipment. She sat at her desk, reviewing notes on the cursed spirit she had defeated and drafting a report for the school's archives. But her thoughts kept drifting back to Suguru—the way he moved, the words he spoke, the unsettling calm in his voice. It was as if he were mocking the ideals she and Gojo Satoru held dear.

As she worked, a soft knock on her door broke her concentration. "Come in," she said, without looking up from her notes.

The door creaked open, and Shoko Ieiri entered, a cup of coffee in each hand. Shoko was a doctor at Tokyo Jujutsu High and one of Miyako's closest friends. Her long hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her white lab coat swayed as she moved.

"Good morning," Shoko said, handing Miyako a cup of coffee. "I heard you had an interesting night."

Miyako took the coffee with a grateful nod. "Yeah, you could say that. Ran into Suguru on a rooftop. He hasn't changed."

Shoko raised an eyebrow as she sat on the edge of the desk. "Really? I thought he was off causing trouble somewhere else. What was he doing in Tokyo?"

Miyako shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. "Not sure. He said he was just passing through, but I don't buy it. He's up to something, and it's only a matter of time before he makes his move."

Shoko nodded, her expression serious. "Sounds like you need to be careful. Suguru's dangerous, and he's not the type to play by the rules. If he's in Tokyo, it can't be good."

Miyako leaned back in her chair, her thoughts racing. "I know. But I can't just sit around and wait for him to strike. We need to gather more information, find out what he's planning, and stop him before it's too late."

Shoko took a sip of her coffee, her eyes studying Miyako. "Sounds like you and Satoru have your work cut out for you. But be careful, okay? Don't let him get under your skin."

Miyako nodded, her gaze distant. "I'll be fine, Shoko. But thank you for the coffee and the advice."

Shoko smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Anytime. Just remember, if you need a break from all this jujutsu drama, I'm always up for a drink or a movie night."

Miyako chuckled, feeling a bit of tension ease. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Shoko."

As Shoko left, Miyako finished her coffee and returned to her notes. She needed to stay focused—there was no room for distractions when dealing with someone like Suguru. She went over the recent reports from other sorcerers, looking for patterns or clues that might lead her to Suguru's next move.

A few hours later, as the school began to fill with activity, Miyako met with Gojo Satoru in his office. The room was filled with papers and files, evidence of the various missions and investigations he was overseeing. Gojo was leaning back in his chair, his blindfold in place, but his demeanor was relaxed as always.

"You're early," he said with a grin. "Couldn't sleep?"

Miyako shrugged, taking a seat across from him. "I had a lot on my mind. Suguru's appearance caught me off guard. I didn't expect him to be in Tokyo."

Gojo nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, it's not like him to show up without a reason. He's planning something. We need to figure out what it is before he makes his move."

Miyako agreed. "Do we have any leads? Anyone who might know what Suguru's up to?"

Gojo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "We've got a few. Some of the other sorcerers reported seeing Suguru's group in various parts of the city, but their movements seem random. I think they're trying to keep us guessing. We need to be careful, Miyako. If Suguru is targeting high-level sorcerers, we're all at risk."

Miyako listened carefully, feeling a sense of urgency. The stakes were high, and the risk was real. But she also knew that she couldn't let fear dictate her actions. She had a duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and she wouldn't back down from that responsibility.

"I'll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice firm. "But we need a plan. If Suguru's targeting sorcerers, we need to find out why. What's his endgame? What's he hoping to achieve?"

Gojo shrugged, a hint of playfulness returning to his voice. "That's the million-yen question, isn't it? We'll have to dig deeper, find out who his allies are, and see if we can get some answers. But for now, let's focus on keeping everyone safe. We can't let Suguru's group get the upper hand."

Miyako nodded, her resolve strengthening. She knew that the road ahead would be challenging, filled with uncertainty and danger. But she was ready to face whatever came her way, with her brother and her friends by her side.

As she left Gojo's office, the sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the campus. The day was just beginning, and with it came new challenges and opportunities. Miyako knew that she couldn't let her guard down—not when the safety of the jujutsu world was at stake. But she also knew that she wasn't alone in this fight, and that gave her the strength to keep moving forward.