Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃

The night crept on, shadows elongating within the dimly lit safe-house. Silence wrapped around Gojo and Miyu like a shroud, but it is far from comforting. Instead, it is the kind of silence that carries ominous weight, pregnant with unspoken fears and unvoiced doubts.

Gojo sits in a chair near the window, his head resting against the backrest, eyes half-closed. But even in his apparent stillness, his mind is working, churning through every possible scenario, every strategy to keep them safe. The encounter earlier had rattled him more than he would admit. Not because of the threat — he is used to dealing with those — but because Miyu had been there, standing beside him, defying his instinct to protect her by keeping her away from danger.

He glanced over at her, finding her seated across the room, her eyes fixed on the floor. She is quiet, lost in her own thoughts, though he could see the determination etched into her features. She has stood with him, unyielding, and for that, his respect for her is deepened. Yes, the same determination is now filled him with dread.

Miyu feels his gaze and looks up, their eyes locking in the dim light. She forced a small smile, trying to dispel the tension that hangs between them, but it faltered. "Gojo," she began softly, "what happens next? How do we fight someone who knows our every move before we make it?"

Gojo sighed, rubbing his temple. "We adapt. We stay one step ahead. They've shown their hand; they're desperate, but that also means they're dangerous."

Miyu frowns, her thoughts turning over the implications. "But you can't protect me forever. I mean, I'm learning, I'm getting stronger, but if they keep coming—" She cut herself off, frustration and fear warring in her chest. She doesn't want to be a burden, doesn't want to be the weak point they could exploit.

Gojo stands and crosses the room, crouching down in front of her so they are eye level. He takes her hands in his, his touch gentle but firm. "You're not a burden, Miyu. Don't ever think that. But you're right about one thing: we can't keep running or hiding. We have to face this head-on."

"How?" she whispered, the question laden with doubt.

"By being unpredictable." Gojo's voice is calm, but there is an edge to it, a resolve that hasn't been there before. "They think they know us, think they can manipulate us by using fear. But fear is their weapon, not ours. We can't let it control us."

Miyu searched his face, seeing the depth of his resolve. "So what do we do?"

"We fight back," Gojo said simply, as if it is the only answer that makes sense. "We set the terms. I've been playing defense, trying to keep you safe by staying hidden. But it's timr we take the fight to them."

Miyu nodded slowly, understanding dawning in her eyes. "You want to lure them out."

"Exactly," Gojo confirmed. "But we'll do it on our terms, not theirs. They're underestimating you, Miyu. They think you're just a pawn, a weakness they can exploit. But you're so much more than that. And we're going to show them."

Miyu's heart swelled at his words, her fear beginning to give way to a fierce determination. "I'll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice steady. "I'm tired of being afraid. Tired of waiting for the next attack."

Gojo smiled, a rare, genuine smile that softened his features. "That's the spirit. But we have to be smart about this. They're watching, waiting for us to make a mistake. We have to make them think they've won, draw them in closer enough so we can strike."

Miyu's mind raced as she tries to keep up. "What do you need me to do?"

"Stick to the plan. We keep up the appearance of being vulnerable,  let them think we're cornered. But when they move in for the kill, we'll turn the tables."

Miyu nodded, determination hardening into resolve. She had seen Gojo in action, knows the full extent of his power, but this is something different. This is a battle of wits as much as strength, and she is ready to play her part.

For the next few hours, they work together, refining their plan, going over every possible scenario. Gojo's mind is a labyrinth of strategies, each one designed to protect Miyu while ensuring their enemies walk straight into his trap. Miyu, for her part, absorbs everything he taught her, her focus unwavering. This isn't just about survival anymore — it is about reclaiming their lives, their freedom.

As the hours passed, the night deepened, the world outside the safe-house sinking into silence. But inside, the atmosphere has shifted. The oppressive weight that has clung to them is gone, replaced by a sense of purpose.

Finally, as dawn began to break, Gojo leans back, satisfied with their preparations. "We're ready," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

Miyu, exhausted but resolute, nodded. "We are." She paused, then added, "Gojo... whatever happens, I'm with you. We'll see this through together."

Gojo reached out, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek. "Together," he echoed, his voice filled with a depth of emotion he rarely showed. "I promise, Miyu. We'll get through this, and when it's over, we'll finally be free."

Miyu leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she savour the moment. She knows the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but for the first time in what feels like eternity, she feels a flicker of hope. They have a plan, a way forward. And no matter what their enemies throw at them, they would face it together.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, Gojo and Miyu prepared to set their plan into motion. They know the risks, the sacrifices that might be required, but they also know that this is their chance to reclaim their lives. To break free from the shadows that has been stalking them.

The fight isn't over, but for the first time, they aren't running from it. They are walking straight into the fire, side by side, ready to face whatever comes next.