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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You sat in the small confinement of your room, anxiety clawing at your insides. The news of Gojo's sealing weighed heavily on your heart, and the once familiar walls felt like they were closing in on you. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.
Just as you sank deeper into your thoughts, there was a knock on the door. Before you could respond, Yaga entered, his expression a mix of urgency and concern. "Y/N," he said, voice steady despite the chaos outside. "Fushiguro was brought in."
Your heart dropped. "What?" you sprang to your feet, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Is he okay?"
Yaga didn't answer immediately. He turned and walked quickly out of the room, and without a second thought, you followed. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of the ppace, your mind raced with worst-case scenarios.
What if he was badly hurt? What if he—
When they reached the medical room, the sight that met your eyes was horrifying. Megumi lied on the bed, his body covered in cuts and bruises, blood seeping from various wounds. Shoko Ieiri was already there, your expression a mask of professionalism despite the urgency of the situation.
"Help me!" Shoko shouted, and You moved instinctively to assist Shoko, though your hands trembled.
"Y/N, calm down," Shoko said, her tone firm as she worked swiftly, examining Megumi. "He has a pulse."
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. you could feel the fear rising within you, a tide of panic threatening to overwhelm you. you could barely breathe. "What happened to him?"
"Just help me with this," Shoko instructed, not looking up from your work.
You did your best to follow your instructions, but your hands were shaking. you were scared. The room felt like it was closing in on you, filled with the weight of the moment.
"Stay with us, Fushiguro" Shoko urged, your voice steady as you worked.
. . .
After what felt like an eternity, Megumi stirred, his eyes fluttering open. When he focused on you, a small smile broke through the pain etched on his face. "L/N sensei..." he whispered, gratitude evident in his tone.
You felt relief wash over your face. "I'm here, Fushiguro," you said softly, your voice breaking. you stepped closer, taking his hand in yours. "I was so worried about you."
"I... I'm sorry about Gojo-sensej," he murmured, his voice weak.
At the mention of Gojo, a fresh wave of grief crowd over you. You blinked back tears and squeezed Megumi's hand. "It's okay," you replied gently, though your heart felt heavy. "Just get some rest. You need to recover."
Megumi nodded, his eyes drifting shut again. you remained by his side, watching as he slowly fell back into unconsciousness, the tension in his body gradually easing.
