Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

Jujutsu High has transformed from a place of study and instruction into a buzzing hub of emergency activity. Teams from all levels of the Jujutsu community had converged to assist, understanding the gravity of the situation that one of their own is deeply entwined with. As they gathered, the room filled with the mix of seasoned sorcerers and eager students, all ready to lend their abilities to search for Miyu.

Gojo, central to the operations, has become the pivot around which all efforts swirled. His usual calm demeanour is replaced by a barely contained urgency that mirrors the anxious energy permeating the room. Despite his inner turmoil, he managed a composed exterior. Directing teams with efficiency born of desperation.

The unsettling calmness in Miyu's earlier phone call has left everyone on edge. That edge sharpened into acute alarm when Gojo's phone rings again, only for the calls to drop before he could answer. The repeated attempts to connect, met only with brief rings and abrupt silences, ratcheted the tension higher with each failed attempt.

Finally, another call from Miyu comes through, and this time Gojo managed to answer. Miyu's voice once calm and unsettlingly serene, is now thick with panic and despair. The stark contrast sends a chill through everyone within earshot of the speakerphone.

"Gojo! Please, you have to help me!" Miyu's voice is desperate, each word laced with terror. The background is ominously silent, suggesting she is speaking from a secluded place.

"Miyu, listen to me, I'm here. Tell me anything you can about where you are," Gojo responds, his voice a soothing contrast to the palpable fear in hers, though his own heart is racing with fear.

"I don't know, I don't know! It's dark, and I can hear water... maybe a river? The air... it smells like chemical and something rotten. I..." Miyu's voice breaks, a sob cutting through her hurried speech.

"Stay with me, Miyu. Focus on my voice. We're going to find you," Gojo urged, his words a steady stream means to anchor her. "What else you can hear or see?"

"There's... there's a small window, but it's too high, I can't reach... And there's this sound, like... like machinery, maybe a generator? I'm so scared, Gojo!" Her voice escalated into a cry, a sound that twisted at Gojo's heart.

"We're doing everything we can, Miyu. Hold on. What did you mean by chemicals? Do you see any containers, any labels?" Gojo pressed, trying to extract as much actionable information as he could.

"I can't see much... it's too dark. But the smell is strong, acrid... like cleaning agents or something worse. I... Oh no, they're coming back—" Her voice hitched, panic overtaking her words.

"Miyu, just stay quiet, we—" Gojo started, but a sudden, terrifying scream cut him off. It is a scream of pure agony, one that echoed ominously through the speaker and into the hearts of everyone in the room.

The call ends abruptly, leaving a haunting silence that no one dares to break. Gojo stood frozen, phone still in hand, his face ashen, eyes wide with raw, unspoken fear. The scream — the pain and terror in it — is not something any of them could unheard.

The room erupts into action, the earlier calm shattered like a glass under a boot. Voices rise, and bodies move; the school becomes a storm of activity. Gojo, the eye of this storm, feels a rage building within him — a fierce, protective rage that fuels his next commands.

"Track that call! Anything you got, I need it now!" He barks to Takeda, who is furiously typing, trying to trace the call to any conceivable source.

Nanami coordinates with field teams, dispatching them to any locations that match Miyu's descriptions — a potential warehouse near a water body, industrial areas with possible chemical storage. Yaga organized a secondary team, ready to move out at moment's notice, their gear prepared for any scenario.