𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
「After years of heartache, you thought you were done with Gojo Satoru-the man who shattered your trust. But now, fate forces you to work with him again. Gojo hasn't changed, and despite your defenses, he's rele...
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Gojo arrived at the scene like a storm, his presence palpable even before the henchmen spotted him.
They charged at him, but his Infinity made it impossible for them to touch him. Gojo fixed his sight on them.
He casually pumped curse energy into his Infinity, the pressure from his power crushed the thugs without him even breaking a sweat.
The backup team arrived soon after. Megumi approached Gojo, surveying the scene with a nod.
"Go get L/N sensei. We've got this," he said, summoning his shikigami. "These guys aren't even special grades."
Gojo nodded, his usual playful demeanor replaced with deadly seriousness. He stalked forward, his voice like ice.
"Where is she?"
The remaining henchmen made the mistake of trying to fight back. Gojo didn't even use his techniques; instead, he engaged them in hand-to-hand combat, his blows precise and powerful, knocking each of them out with ease.
His focus never wavered from his goal: to find you.
Inside the room, you started regaining consciousness after your sleep. Having the same dream.
Your head pounded.
What's all the noise...?
You heard distant sounds of fighting. You weren't sure if it was real or a trick your mind was playing on you in your weakened state, but you weren't going to wait to find out.
You tricked hitting the door with your body nut your body weakened. You don't know how many days they had you, but they didn't feed you, not even scarps. If even, a bowl of water like you were some dog.
I need to get out of here..!
Summoning what strength you had left, you kicked at the door again and again, until finally, it fell to the ground.
You stumbled out into the hallway, searching frantically. Keeping your hand on your stomach.
Then you saw him—Gojo, standing amidst a sea of bodies, his white hair catching the dim light, his eyes filled with anger.
Relief flooded you though.
"Satoru!" You called out, and he turned towards you. Your eyes met, and in that moment, everything else fell away.
You ran towards him, and he caught you in a tight embrace, pulling you close.
"Fuck... Are you okay?" Gojo's voice was uncharacteristically gentle, though you could feel the anger simmering beneath the surface as he looked at you.
Gojo held your hands, looking at the bruises the ropes left on your wrist. That created a storm inside him, He noticed the blood and bruises all of you. And he noticed how skinny you've gotten, your cheekbones almost popping out, how dry your lips were.
