The Weaver of Fate (A Satoru Gojo Love Story)

Chapter 2

The air crackled with a tension thicker than the aged wood paneling in the conference room. it's been almost two month; Shirazaki, still adjusting to Jujutsu High and the weight of her amnesia, sat at the long table amidst several imposing figures. On one side, Principal Yaga, Gojo Satoru with his signature laid-back posture, and the stoic Nanami Kento. Opposite them sat the grim-faced representatives of the Jujutsu Headquarters, Utahime and Mei Mei flanking an even more stern-looking Gakuganji.

The discussion had started with mission debriefs and upcoming threats, but a chill settled in the room as the topic turned to Gojo's recent actions. The higher-ups, a well-oiled machine of pronouncements and scrutiny, launched into a scathing critique.

"Satoru Gojo," one official began, his voice a clipped monotone, "your decision to spare Geto Suguru after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons remains a point of contention. Our intel suggests his loyalties are suspect, at best." Gojo, ever the nonchalant rebel, leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his blue eyes. "Suspect? It's more like misunderstood, old man. The guy just needs a chance to prove himself again."

The official slammed a file on the table, its contents obscured. "This 'chance' has already cost lives, Gojo! Geto's past actions speak for themselves. He is a potential threat, and your blind loyalty is putting everyone at risk." Shirazaki stole a glance at Gojo. Despite the tension, his expression remained unwavering, a quiet confidence radiating from him. She couldn't decipher the details of their past, the extent of their bond, but his stance resonated with a loyalty that surprised her.

The debate raged on, the higher-ups spewing statistics and pronouncements, while Gojo countered with an almost casual defiance. There were moments of frustration on both sides, whispers of "reckless" and "uncontrolled." Throughout it all, Shirazaki remained an observer, her mind absorbing the information, the conflicting viewpoints. Despite the power barrier in her own past, this confrontation painted a vivid picture – Gojo wasn't just the strongest sorcerer alive, he was fiercely loyal. His friends, even a potentially wayward one like Geto, seemed to hold immense value for him. It was a facet of his personality she hadn't quite grasped yet, and a flicker of admiration sparked within her.

Finally, Principal Yaga, ever the mediator, cleared his throat. "Noblemen," he boomed, his voice surprisingly deep for such a diminutive stature, "perhaps we can all agree that trust is earned, not demanded. Let's allow Geto a chance, and keep a watchful eye. If anything goes wrong, we have Gojo and many other strong sorcerers to eliminate him.  Now, shall we move on to the next mission report?" The tension subsided, replaced by a grudging acceptance.

 The meeting concluded, and as everyone filed out, Gojo lingered behind, catching Shirazaki's eye. "Hey, Shirazaki," he drawled, his usual playful smirk back in place. "You alright after all that yelling?" Shirazaki, still processing the scene, met his gaze. "It was... intense," she admitted.

Gojo chuckled, his amusement genuine. "Yeah, the higher-ups love a good debate. But hey, don't worry about it. I'll handle them. I'm the strongest after all" There was a comfortable silence between them for a moment, a newfound understanding forming. Shirazaki nodded, a flicker of a smile playing on her lips. This loyalty, this fierce protectiveness – it was a side of Gojo she was starting to appreciate. Perhaps, in the coming days, she might even understand it. Gojo, a playful smirk back in place after the tense meeting, was about to saunter into his dorm room when a voice stopped him. He turned to find Shirazaki standing awkwardly in the hallway, her dark eyes flickering with a mix of hesitancy and resolve. "Gojo-san," she began, her voice barely a whisper.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. "Huh? What's up?" Shirazaki took a deep breath. "I know I might be the last person you need comfort from after all that," she said, her voice gaining strength, "but... I believe what you did was right. I mean, With Geto-San" Gojo's smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He wasn't used to people, especially new sorcerers, questioning the decisions of the higher-ups, let alone defending him.

"You do?" he drawled, a hint of curiosity in his voice. Shirazaki met his gaze, her own filled with a newfound determination. "Yes. If... if I had someone I truly believed in, someone I trusted implicitly, I wouldn't hesitate to protect them either. Even if it meant burning the whole world down." Her voice dropped to a whisper, the intensity of her words hanging heavy in the air. "Maybe that's not the answer the higher-ups want to hear, but..."She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a faint pink.

 Gojo stared at her, his surprise giving way to a grudging respect. This quiet, amnesiac girl held a fire within her, a loyalty that mirrored his own in a way he hadn't expected. "You know," she said slowly, a thoughtful glint in her eyes, "they say you're the strongest sorcerer alive. But you're also human. A friend who believes in his best friend, and protects him no matter what."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gojo's lips. It was a bond she was starting to understand, a fierce protectiveness that transcended blind obedience. "Gojo-san," she began again, "perhaps..." She hesitated, then blurted out, "I apologize for rambling on so much. You already have a lot on your plate.  I should get going." Before she could turn away, Gojo spoke, his voice surprisingly soft. "Satoru," he said. "Huh?", she thought she was hearing... stuff. "Call me Satoru."

Shirazaki froze, her eyes wide with surprise. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, a genuine warmth radiating from her. "Satoru-san" she began, then corrected herself with a blush, "Satoru... maybe you can call me Shiro." Gojo grinned, the playful glint back in his eyes. "Shiro, huh? Sounds good to me." For a moment, they stood there in the hallway, an unspoken understanding passing between them. The weight of the meeting, the tension with the higher-ups, seemed to fade away. In its place, a tentative camaraderie bloomed, a promise of a future where trust, not suspicion, would pave the way. With a final bow with a smile, Shirazaki turned and headed towards her dorm, a newfound warmth settling in her chest. Perhaps, amidst the chaos of Jujutsu High, she had found not just a purpose, but a friend.

A smile lingered on Gojo's face as he watched Shirazaki disappear down the hallway. As he entered his own dorm room, the playful facade slipped slightly. The weight of the meeting with the higher-ups settled back on him, a dull ache in his gut. But intertwined with it was a newfound warmth – the echo of Shirazaki's words, her unwavering belief in his decision. He sank onto his plush couch, the memory of her eyes, filled with a fierce loyalty that mirrored his own, replaying in his mind. "Pure of heart," the words murmured in his head, a soft smile gracing his lips. In a world shrouded in darkness, Shirazaki's innocence, her unwavering belief in the power of friendship, was a refreshing anomaly. An unexpected fondness bloomed in his chest for this amnesiac girl. Her loyalty, her willingness to stand by him, was a welcome change from the usual suspicion he faced. Perhaps, he thought, there was more to her than just amnesia and hidden power. Maybe, in due time, their bond could become something stronger, a true solidarity forged in the fires of the Jujutsu world.

Meanwhile, Shirazaki entered her dorm room, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The encounter with Gojo replayed in her mind, his surprise at her words, the way his blue eyes softened when he called her "Shiro." A blush painted her cheeks as she realized a truth she'd tried to deny. She had fallen hard for Gojo Satoru. His strength, his unwavering loyalty – they were qualities she admired deeply. But beneath that playful facade, she sensed a vulnerability, a darkness that mirrored the void in her own past. Yet, it was that very darkness that drew her to him, a strange sense of familiarity in the midst of her amnesia.

But the fear of rejection was a cold serpent coiling around her heart. What if he didn't feel the same? What if her feelings were a mere echo of the emotions she couldn't remember? With a sigh, Shirazaki resolved to keep her feelings hidden, a secret locked away in the depths of her heart. For now, she would focus on getting stronger, on uncovering the mysteries of her past. Perhaps, someday, when she was ready, she would let him know. But for now, their bond, this fragile trust they were building, was enough. As she drifted off to sleep, a small smile touched her lips. The road ahead might be filled with challenges, but she wouldn't face them alone. She had Satoru, and that, for now, was all that mattered.

A/N: In my universe, Shibuya Incident never happened. Geto is alive and breathing. Personally I am not a massive Geto fan but I always believed that he deserved a second chance. Anything for a bestfriend, Right?

Anyways, Let me know how you like it. I apologize for any grammatical error or any sort of mistkes. Happy reading <3