The sun hung high in the sky, casting long, hard shadows down the narrow streets of Shinjuku. In the heart of the bustling district, a man moved with a purposeful stride, his presence commanding attention from all who crossed his path. Dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit, the lieutenant exuded an air of calculated menace, his every step echoing a silent declaration of his authority.
Satoru Gojo's reputation preceded him. Those who recognized him averted their eyes, and even the bravest souls thought twice before lingering too close. His white hair, slicked back with precision, framed his beautiful face and strikingly blue eyes.
As Gojo moved through the crowd, his keen eyes observed everything. The street vendors hawking their goods, the businessmen rushing to their next appointment, the schoolchildren laughing as they made their way home. To the untrained eye, it was a normal day in Tokyo, but to Gojo, every detail was a potential threat or opportunity.
He turned a corner, entering a quieter alley where the noise of the city faded into the background. It was then that a young man, engrossed in his phone, hurriedly rounded the same corner and collided with the infinity surrounding Gojo. The impact sent the young man stumbling back, his phone clattering to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" the young man stammered, his face going pale as he looked up and recognized who he had bumped into. His eyes widened in fear, and he bowed repeatedly, desperate to convey his apologies.
Gojo remained silent for a moment, his bright eyes boring into the young man. The tension was palpable, and those nearby slowed their pace, watching with morbid curiosity. The lieutenant's expression was unreadable, a mask of controlled power that hinted at the violence lurking just beneath the surface.
"Watch where you're going," Gojo said finally, his voice low and dangerous. He bent down, picked up the phone, and handed it back to the trembling man. The young man's hands shook as he took it, bowing again in gratitude and fear.
"Th-thank you, sir," he managed to choke out, retreating a few steps before turning and nearly running away.
Gojo watched him go, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling at the corners of his lips. He enjoyed these moments of fear and submission, the way people crumbled under the weight of his presence. It was a reminder of the respect he commanded, the power he wielded.
Continuing his walk, Gojo reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it with a flick of his lighter, he took a deep drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifted lazily into the afternoon air. He walked on, his gaze shifting back to the busy streets ahead, where his business awaited. Each step he took was a reminder to the world that Satoru Gojo was not a man to be trifled with, and in Shinjuku, that meant everything.
Down the alley he met up with exactly the guy he wanted to see.
"Heeeyyy!" Gojo grinned, throwing his arm around the young man's shoulders, "There he is!"
Yuji Itadori, with his pink spikey hair and friendly looking eyes, grinned. The young man was pretty damn strong, built sturdy and stocky. Itadori was one of Gojo's favorites of the new guys. "Gojo, sir! How are ya?" The young man called, a big friendly smile on his face.
"Doing good, my man doing good." Gojo said, nodding, "You uhh did you happen to--"
"Sure thing," Itadori said, reaching into his hoodie pocket and producing a small plastic baggie full of white dust, "I wouldn't be late, you know."
Taking the baggie, Gojo slipped it in his pocket and slapped Itadori on the back. "Good! I knew you wouldn't let me down." He said with a grin.
"Oh, hey they also threw in this?" Itadori's brows furrowed, "Although I probably wouldn't mess with it."
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Kodoku
Fanfiction"100 species of insects were collected, the larger ones were snakes, the smaller ones were lice, Place them inside, let them eat each other, and keep what is left of the last species." - Geography of the Suishu A Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU Story. Not...
