Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝓉𝓌𝑜

The tension in the command center is palpable. The hum of computers and the rustle of papers filled the room, but to Gojo, it all seems muted, distant. His thoughts are dominated by the relentless barrage of messages pinging on his phone. Each one is like a ghostly whisper in his ear, a call from someone who knows his heart better than anyone.

He stares down at his phone, the screen lighting up with yet another message. He doesn't have to look to know what it says. They all carry the same underlying message: Come back to me.

[Miyu]
Satoru, please, just trust me. I'm not playing games. I need you here. I need you with me.

His heart aches. The words are so familiar, so undeniably Miyu. He wants to believe them. Wants to let himself go, let himself be carried away by the hope that she is somehow safe, somehow reaching out to him through the darkness. But he knows better. He knows how cruel their enemies could be, how skilled they are at manipulation.

The phone buzz again, and Gojo finally gives in and opens the message.

[Miyu]
I remember our first dance. Do you? We were so nervous, but the moment you held me, everything else is disappeared. It was just you and me, and the world faded away.

His breath hitched. That memory — how could they know? It was one of their private moments, one he hadn't shared with anyone. Whoever is behind this has access to something deeply personal, something that should have been locked away in his heart.

Shoko, observing Gojo's struggle from across the room, approached him carefully. "Gojo, are you alright?"

He looks up, his eyes filled with conflict. "No," he admits. "I don't know what to believe anymore. Every message... it's like she's right there, just out of reach."

Shoko nods, her expression sympathetic. "I can't imagine what you're going through, but remember — we're dealing with powerful forces here. They could be using a curse or some other technique to mimic her perfectly."

Gojo nods, but the doubt lingers. What if it really is Miyu? What if she is somehow trapped, reaching out to him in the only way she could?

The phone buzz again, and he couldn't help but glance down.

[Miyu]
I'm scared, Satoru. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Please, just come to me. I promise, I'm not playing games. I'm not.

Gojo's hand trembles. He wanted to respond, wanted to tell her he is coming, that he would save her. But every instinct, every bit of training tells him to stay the course, to stay strong.

Nanami approached, his expression serious. "Gojo, we're close to pinpointing a location. I need you to stay focus. We're almost there."

Gojo nods, his jaw set. "I'm trying, Nanami. But these messages... they're relentless."

Nanami frowns, glancing at the phone. "Have you noticed any patterns? Anything that might give us a clue about where they're coming from?"

Gojo thought for a moment, then shake his head. "No. They are all different, but each one... it's like they're tailored to break me down, to make me doubt."

The phone buzz once more, and Gojo couldn't help but check the screen.

[Miyu]
Do you remember our secret spot? The place where we used to go when things got too much? I'm there now, waiting for you. Please, Satoru, come back to me.

He feels a jolt of recognition. Their secret spot — a hidden place in the forest, far from the chaos of the city, where they would escape to be alone. It is a place no one else knows about. Not even their closest friends.