Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎

The air around Jujutsu High feels different today—heavy, suffocating, like an invisible weight pressing down on the campus. It isn't the usual busy energy of students training or teachers preparing for missions. No, this is something far darker, something sinister that creeps into the halls and twists the very atmosphere.

Nanami stands near the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. He feels it too—the oppressive shift, like a storm brewing just beyond the boundary of the school. It's been like this for hours, the eerie sensation gnawing at the back of his mind. His hand rests on his weapon, fingers tense, ready.

Shoko walks past him, her face pale but composed. "Do you feel that?" she asks quietly, not really needing confirmation.

Nanami gives a curt nod, his jaw tightening. "Something's coming. I don't like it."

She nods in agreement, her usually calm demeanor strained. "Gojo's out there, isn't he?"

"He's been gone for hours," Nanami mutters. "He won't stop searching for her. Even when he knows he's running himself ragged."

Shoko sighs, rubbing her temples. "And we can't do anything but wait."

But waiting feels unbearable with the air so thick with tension. It's like they're all standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground beneath them to give way. And they know, deep in their bones, that something terrible is about to happen.

Suddenly, the energy around the school shifts—darkness surges through the air, thick and tangible. It sweeps over Jujutsu High like a black tide, smothering the light and plunging everything into a cold, eerie silence.

Nanami's eyes narrow, his body immediately going into high alert. "They're here."

Before anyone can react, figures emerge from the shadows—dark, twisted forms that radiate malevolent energy. The enemy has arrived. They step into the courtyard like they own the place, their faces obscured by shadows, their cursed energy crackling in the air like static. The presence is overwhelming, suffocating, a clear sign that these are no ordinary intruders.

The air seems to hum with malice as they advance, their leader at the front, tall and imposing. His face is hidden beneath a hood, but the aura he exudes is unmistakable—pure, unfiltered evil. He walks with a slow, deliberate pace, like he has all the time in the world, like he's savoring the fear he's causing. His men fan out behind him, their expressions twisted with malicious grins, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Nanami tightens his grip on his weapon, eyes darting between the figures as they advance. The enemy leader, draped in black, steps forward, a smug aura radiating off him as he stops just before the threshold of Jujutsu High's main courtyard. His presence sends a cold chill through the air, freezing the lingering curses and tension into something palpable.

Behind him, the enemy soldiers move like shadows, slinking into position, their cruel smiles visible in the faint light. They aren't ordinary cursed users—they reek of something darker, something twisted and wrong. Shoko takes a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows they're outnumbered, and more importantly, something about the leader's presence feels... calculated, deliberate.

Nanami's eyes narrow as he watches the leader. There's no immediate attack, no reckless charge into battle. Instead, the enemy just stands there, waiting, as if daring them to make the first move.

"Where's Gojo?" Shoko asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"On his way, I hope," Nanami replies tersely. His eyes never leave the intruder. "But I don't like this. They're too confident."

Just then, the leader speaks, his voice smooth and cold, like the crack of ice breaking across a frozen lake.

"Is this the famed Jujutsu High?" he muses, his tone mocking. "I expected... more. Though, I suppose the famed Satoru Gojo isn't here to welcome me, is he?"