Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒

The command center is alive with tension, the kind that grips the soul and refuses to let go. Each second ticks away like an eternity, every passing moment a reminder of how much is at stake. The hum of computers and the soft shuffle of papers provide a steady backdrop, but for Gojo, it's all a blur. His focus is narrowed, centered on the incessant buzzing of his phone, the haunting messages from Miyu that keep coming, relentless, like a ghost haunting his every breath.

His breath quickens, his chest tight. He's been here before, he realizes — caught between logic and instinct, between what his mind tells him is right and what his heart screams he needs to do.

He recalls vividly of the situation before, a past of a desperate moment when Miyu's voice, filled with fear and pain, reached out to him through the darkness. That night has been cold, the wind biting against his skin as he stood on the rooftop, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.

< Flashback : Miyu's cries for help >

It is midnight, and the city of Tokyo is blanketed in darkness. Gojo stands alone on a rooftop, his eyes scanning the horizon, the lights of the city below a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him. His phone vibrates again in his hand, and he glances down at the screen.

[Miyu]
Satoru... I need you. Please... if you ever loved me, please save me. I'm scared.

Her message is like a whisper that barely audible over the howling wind, but he hears it. He hears every trembling note, every plea for help. He knows that tone — the same tone she used when she was truly afraid, when the world had grown too dark, too overwhelming.

But this time, there's something else — something beneath the fear. A sense of resignation, of surrender. He knows that tone and voice better than his own heartbeat. It's Miyu. It has to be. But doubt clings to him, a dark shadow whispering in his ear, warning him to be cautious.

He had been told it was a trap. That the enemy was skilled, that they would use every trick, every illusion to break him, to lure him into a false sense of security. His team had warned him, pleaded with him not to go. But standing there, under the vast expanse of the night sky, he feels a tug, an invisible thread pulling him toward her, urging him to trust what he knows in his heart.

Another vibration. Another message.

[Miyu]
I can't hold on much longer, Satoru. They're coming. I don't know what to do... I need you. I need you to believe me. Please.

The words cut through him like a knife. He clenches his jaw, his grip on the phone tightening. His mind races with possibilities, the risks, the danger. But then he remembers her eyes — those deep, violet eyes that had always held him steady, that had seen through his masks, his bravado. He remembers the way she would look at him when she was scared, trusting him to make everything okay.

He turns, ready to leave, ready to go to her, but Nanami steps in his path, his expression grim. "Gojo, think about this. What if it's a trick? You could be walking to a trap."

Gojo meets his gaze, his blue eyes burning with resolve. "And what if it's not?" he counters. "What if she's really out there, scared and alone? I can't... I can't risk losing her, Nanami."

Nanami hesitates, torn between his duty to keep Gojo safe and the desperation he sees in his friend's eyes. He sighs, stepping aside. "Just... be careful," he finally says. "Trust your instincts, but don't let them blind you."

Gojo nods, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes a step toward the edge of the rooftop, ready to leap into the night. His senses are heightened, every nerve on his body on edge as he concentrates on the faint trace of Miyu's energy, a flicker in the vast darkness that seems to call out to him, guiding him.

He closes his eyes, focusing all his energy, all his willpower, and in an instant, he's gone — a blur of motion, racing through the city streets , following the thread of her presence, her essence, that seems to pull him forward.

He moves with purpose, with urgency, his breath coming in sharp, quick bursts as he navigates the winding alleys and empty streets. He could feel her now, closer, the sensation growing stronger with each step. He knows he's close. He knows he's almost there.

And then, he hears it — a faint cry, a sound so soft it could be mistaken for the wind, but he knows. He knows that voice.

"Miyu!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the night.

There's a pause, a moment of stillness, and then he hears it again, louder this time, more frantic. "Satoru! I'm here!"

He follows the sound, his heart pounding in his chest as he rounds a corner and sees her — huddled against a wall, her body trembling, her eyes wide with fear. She looks up at him, and in that moment, all his doubts, all his fears vanish. It's her. It's really her.

He rushes to her side, pulling her into his arms, holding her close as she clings to him, her sobs wracking her body. "I'm here," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm here, Miyu. I've got you."

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with tears, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she smiles — a weak, fragile smile, but a smile nonetheless. "You found me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "You always find me."

He holds her tighter, his heart swelling with relief, with love. "Always," he promises. "I'll always find you."

< Flashback ends >

Gojo snaps back to the present, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The memory, so vivid, so real, lingers in his mind, a stark reminder of the last time he had doubted her, the last time he had let his fear, his hesitation almost cost him everything.

"I can't do it again," he mutters, his voice barely audible. "I can't ignore her."

Nanami steps closer, his expression concerned. "Gojo, I know what you're thinking, but this is different. We're not dealing with the same situation."

"But what if it's not?" Gojo counters, his eyes wide, frantic. "What if it's her, and I'm just... I'm just sitting here, doing nothing?"

Shoko places a hand on his shoulder, her voice calm, soothing. "We're doing everything we can. We're going to find her, but you have to trust us. You have to trust that we're on the right path."

Gojo nods, but his heart is heavy, his mind a storm of doubt and fear. He knows they are right. He knows he has to stay strong, to keep going. But the memory, the echo of her voice, her cries, are like a shadow hanging over him, a reminder of the consequences of hesitation, of doubt.

The phone buzz again, another message from Miyu. He doesn't open it. He couldn't. Instead, he turns back to the team, his resolve hardening, his eyes filled with a fierce determination.

"We're going to find her," he says, his voice steady, firm. "No matter what it takes, no matter what we have to do. We're going to bring her back."

Nanami nods, his expression serious. "We're with you, Gojo. Every step of the way."

The team resumes their search, their focus renewed, their determination unwavering. And as Gojo stands there, his mind racing, he knows one thing for certain: he would not abandon her. He would find her, no matter the cost. No matter the danger. He would find her, and he would bring her home.