Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇

The tense and stillness hanging over the command center room like a thick fog after the insistent pleas from Miyu. Her desperate cries continue to echo in the minds of everyone present, but no one feels the weight of her words more heavily than Gojo. He stands rooted to the spot, Miyu's pleas seared into his consciousness, a constant refrain in his thoughts. His heart aches with every beat, a visceral pull to leave, to find her, to hold her and promise that everything would be okay. But doubt clouds his mind, fogging his instincts, his judgment.

He takes a tentative step forward toward the door, every muscle in his body screaming at him to go, to find her, to make this all right. But before he can make another step, a firm hand grips his shoulder, pulling him back. He turns sharply, his eyes meeting Yaga's. The older sorcerer's face is stern, concern etched deep into his features.

"Gojo," Yaga says, his voice low, steady, but carrying an undeniable weight. "You can't just leave. Not like this."

Gojo's expression hardens, conflicts flashing in his eyes. "I have to go, Yaga. I can't just sit here and do nothing while she's out there, begging for my help." His voice is raw, desperate, each word a plea for understanding.

Yaga's grip tightens. "And what if it's not her?" he asks, his tone growing more insistent. "What if this is all a trap? If you leave now, you're not just risking yourself. You're risking all of us. You might be the strongest among us, but even you can't protect everyone if you're blinded by emotion."

Gojo's jaw clenches, frustration boiling beneath the surface. "I know the risks, but—"

"No, you don't," Yaga interrupts, his voice rising with an uncharacteristic intensity. "If you go out there without a plan, without knowing what's really going on, you could be walking right into their hands. And then what? What happens to Miyu then? What happens to everyone here, depending on you?"

Gojo's breath catches in his throat. Yaga's words are like a cold splash of water, cutting through the fog of his emotions. He knows Yaga is right. If this is a trap and he falls for it, he would not only endanger himself but everyone who depends on him. His love for Miyu pulls him in one direction, his sense of duty on the other, tearing him apart.

"I..." Gojo begins, his voice faltering. "I don't know what to believe anymore."

Yaga's expression softens, but his grip on Gojo's shoulder remains firm. "I understand, Gojo. I really do. But you have to trust us. We're all in this together. We're not just going to sit back and let them win. But we need you here, thinking clearly. We need you at your best."

Gojo takes a deep breath, his eyes closing as he tries to find his center. He knows Yaga is right. As much as he wants to run to Miyu, to find her and hold her close, he can't afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment. Not now. Not with so much at stake.

His phone buzzes again, vibrating insistently in his hand, another message from Miyu. He hesitates, his thumb hovering over the screen. The need to open it, to see her words, feels like a physical ache. But Yaga's grip tightens once more.

"Don't," Yaga says quietly but firm. "Don't let them get into your head again. They know exactly what they're doing. They're trying to break you down, to make you doubt yourself. Don't give them the satisfaction."

Gojo nods slowly, lowering his hand. He knows Yaga is right. He can't let them manipulate him like this. He has to stay strong, for Miyu, for himself, for everyone who is counting on him.

But doubt still lingers, a shadow over his thoughts. What if it really is her? What if she is out there, waiting for him, scared and alone?

He turns his face to his team, his eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. "I... I don't know how to ignore her cries, her pleas," he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I don't know how to just let this go."