Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

18: Seeds of Doubt

The morning sun cast a warm glow over Jujutsu High, but Miyako felt a chill settle in her bones. She had barely slept the previous night, her mind racing with the events of the past few days. As she moved through the halls, she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes watching her, of suspicion lingering in the air.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted Satoru approaching, his usual confident demeanour replaced with a more serious expression. His azure eyes met hers, and she could see the worry etched in his features.

"Miyako, we need to talk," he said, his voice devoid of its usual lightness.

She nodded, her heart sinking. "What's wrong, Satoru?"

He led her to a quiet corner of the courtyard, away from prying eyes and ears. Once they were alone, he turned to her, his gaze intense.

"Where were you last night?" he asked bluntly.

Miyako's heart skipped a beat. "I was out for a walk, trying to clear my head," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Satoru frowned. "In the middle of the night? In a secluded forest?"

She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze head-on. "I needed time to think. Everything that's been happening, the attacks, the higher-ups' decisions... it's all been overwhelming."

Satoru's eyes softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of doubt. "Miyako, if something's going on, you can tell me. We're family."

Her heart ached at his words, knowing she couldn't reveal the full truth. "I know, Satoru. But I'm fine, really. Just... trying to process everything."

He studied her for a moment longer, then nodded reluctantly. "Alright. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

She forced a smile. "Thanks, Satoru. I appreciate it."

As they walked back towards the main building, Miyako couldn't shake the feeling that Satoru's suspicion hadn't been entirely dispelled. She knew she had to be even more careful.

---

Later that day, Miyako received a message from the higher-ups, summoning her to their office. When she arrived, she found Satoru already there, waiting for her.

"We have a mission for you," one of the higher-ups said, his tone curt. "You and Satoru are to investigate a series of cursed energy disturbances in the city. We need you to assess the situation and, if necessary, eliminate the threat."

Miyako nodded, her mind racing. A mission with Satoru would put her in a difficult position. She couldn't afford to slip up, but she also couldn't ignore her new purpose.

As they prepared to leave, Satoru glanced at her, his expression serious. "Ready?"

She nodded, forcing a smile. "Let's go."

---

The city was bustling with activity as Miyako and Satoru made their way to the location of the disturbances. The streets were filled with people going about their daily lives, unaware of the potential danger lurking beneath the surface.

As they arrived at the site, a sense of unease settled over Miyako. The cursed energy was palpable, a dark and oppressive presence that seemed to seep into the very air. She glanced at Satoru, who was already scanning the area with his Six Eyes.

"There," he said, pointing towards an abandoned building. "The cursed energy is strongest inside."

Miyako followed him into the building, her senses on high alert. The interior was dimly lit, with broken windows casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot.

As they moved deeper into the building, the cursed energy grew more intense. They finally reached a large room at the back, where they found the source of the disturbance. A powerful curse spirit stood before them, its form twisted and grotesque.

Satoru immediately sprang into action, his movements swift and precise. Miyako followed suit, using her shadow manipulation quirk to support him. The battle was intense, the air crackling with cursed energy as they fought.

As they fought, Miyako's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. She knew she needed to stay focused, but her recent discoveries weighed heavily on her. The higher-ups' corruption, the innocent lives at risk... it all seemed so overwhelming.

At one point during the battle, Satoru glanced at her, his expression concerned. "Miyako, are you alright?"

She nodded, forcing herself to concentrate. "I'm fine. Let's finish this."

Together, they managed to defeat the curse spirit, its form dissolving into nothingness. As the dust settled, Satoru turned to her, his eyes filled with worry.

"Miyako, you've been distracted all day. What's going on?"

She hesitated, her mind racing for an excuse. "It's just... everything that's been happening. The attacks, the missions... it's a lot to process."

Satoru studied her for a moment, then nodded. "I get it. But you need to stay focused. We can't afford any mistakes."

She nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. "I know. I'll do better."

As they left the building, Miyako couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over her. She knew she was walking a dangerous path, and the higher-ups' suspicion would only grow if she wasn't careful.

---

Back at Jujutsu High, Miyako tried to act as normal as possible, but the weight of her secrets was becoming harder to bear. She couldn't ignore what she had learned, but she also couldn't openly defy the higher-ups without putting herself and others at risk.

That evening, she sought out a quiet spot on the school grounds, hoping to clear her mind. As she sat beneath a large oak tree, the events of the day replayed in her mind. She knew she had to make a decision soon.

Just as she was deep in thought, her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Geto, asking for a meeting to discuss their next steps. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing she was betraying her school and her friends, but she also knew she couldn't ignore the truth.

With a deep breath, Miyako stood and made her way to their usual meeting spot. She had to be careful, but she also had to stay true to her convictions. The path ahead was uncertain, but she was determined to fight for what she believed in.

As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that her choices would soon come to a head. The higher-ups' suspicion, Satoru's concern, and her own inner turmoil all weighed heavily on her. But she knew she had to keep moving forward, one step at a time.