Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

12: Refuge

The world slowly came into focus as Miyako opened her eyes. Her head throbbed with pain, and her arms felt heavy and bandaged. She lay in an unfamiliar bed, the surrounding room dimly lit and sparse, yet comfortable. Panic began to rise within her, but she forced herself to stay calm, assessing her situation.

Miyako tried to sit up, but immediately regretted it as a sharp pain shot through her body. Groaning, she fell back against the pillows, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. It was then she noticed Suguru sitting beside her, his expression unreadable.

"Good, you're awake," Suguru said, his voice calm.

Miyako's instincts kicked in, and she tried to summon her energy to attack, but her body refused to cooperate. Pain and exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she fell back again, panting.

"Don't bother," Suguru continued, his tone almost gentle. "You're too injured to fight right now."

Miyako's eyes narrowed, suspicion and anger flaring within her. "Why am I here, Suguru? What are you planning?"

Suguru sighed, leaning back in his chair. "After I fought off Kenji, I found you trapped and on the brink of death. I brought you here to recover."

Miyako's eyes widened, confusion mingling with her anger. "Why would you bring an enemy home? What's your game?"

Suguru met her gaze, his eyes surprisingly soft. "Because you weren't always my enemy, Miyako. You were once my friend."

The room fell silent as Miyako processed his words. Memories began to surface, of a time when she, Satoru, and Suguru were close, training together and dreaming of a better future. But those days felt like a lifetime ago, overshadowed by the conflict and betrayal that followed.

Suguru's voice broke through her thoughts. "I know you must be questioning everything right now, but I want you to understand something. The jujutsu society you and your brother protect is not as noble as it seems."

Miyako frowned, her mind flashing back to the call she had made while trapped in the pit. The higher-ups had dismissed her, calling her a lost cause. The memory stung, the betrayal fresh and raw.

"Why should I believe you?" Miyako asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and doubt. "You've caused so much pain and suffering. How can I trust anything you say?"

Suguru leaned forward, his expression earnest. "I'm not asking you to trust me blindly, Miyako. I want you to see the truth for yourself. The jujutsu society is corrupt, driven by power and control. They discard those who no longer serve their purpose, just as they discarded you."

Miyako's heart clenched, the truth in his words resonating with her own experience. She remembered the cold dismissal, the callous way the higher-ups had abandoned her. It was a stark contrast to the ideals she had once believed in.

Suguru continued, his voice softening. "I didn't bring you here to manipulate you. I brought you here because, despite everything, I still care about what happens to you. I couldn't just leave you to die."

Miyako looked away, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to reject his words, to cling to the belief that the jujutsu society was just and righteous. But the evidence of their corruption was too strong to ignore.

"You expect me to just believe you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No," Suguru replied. "I expect you to see the truth for yourself. Question everything, Miyako. Find the answers you need."

Silence fell between them, the weight of their past and present pressing down on them both. Miyako's mind raced with doubts and questions, but one thing was clear: she couldn't go back to the way things were, not without understanding the full picture.

As she lay back, exhaustion tugging at her consciousness, Miyako's last thoughts before sleep claimed her were of the uncertain path ahead. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she couldn't face it alone. For now, she would heal and gather her strength, preparing for the battles yet to come.

---

Miyako's recovery was slow, each day a painful reminder of her near-death experience. Suguru provided her with the care she needed, tending to her wounds and ensuring she had enough to eat and drink. Despite the circumstances, he remained respectful and distant, giving her the space to process everything.

As days turned into weeks, Miyako's strength gradually returned. Her mind, however, was plagued by the questions and doubts that Suguru's words had stirred. She spent hours reflecting on her experiences, the callousness of the higher-ups, and the ideals she had once held so dear.

One afternoon, as she sat by the window, gazing out at the cityscape, Suguru entered the room. He carried a tray with tea and some light snacks, placing it on the table beside her.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Miyako looked at him, her expression contemplative. "Better, physically at least."

Suguru nodded, understanding the unspoken turmoil she was experiencing. "I know this isn't easy, Miyako. But you need to find your own path, make your own decisions."

Miyako sighed, her eyes returning to the view outside. "I just don't know what to believe any more. Everything feels so... uncertain."

Suguru sat down across from her, his gaze steady. "That's the nature of the world we live in. But you have the strength to find the truth, to make a difference."

They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history and uncertain future hanging in the air. Miyako knew she had a long journey ahead, but she also knew she couldn't face it alone.

---

As the days passed, Miyako continued to regain her strength, both physically and mentally. Suguru provided her with information about the jujutsu society, exposing the corruption and manipulation that lay at its core. She listened, absorbing the details, but remained cautious, her scepticism still intact.

One evening, as the sun set, casting a golden glow over the room, Miyako made a decision. She turned to Suguru, her eyes filled with determination.

"I want to see it for myself," she said. "I need to know the truth."

Suguru nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll help you, Miyako. We'll uncover the truth together."

With that, a tentative alliance was formed. Miyako knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but she was ready to face it head-on. For now, she would heal, gather her strength, and prepare for the battles yet to come.

And as she looked at Suguru, she couldn't help but wonder if, despite everything, there was still a chance for redemption, for both of them.