Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

The dawn light spills through the cracks in the curtains, casting pale shadows across the room as Gojo and Miyu sit in silence. The weight of their decision hangs in the air. Both of them acutely aware of the dangers that lay ahead. But there is no turning back now — they are committed.

Gojo stands, stretching his arm as he let out a small sigh. "It's time," he said, his voice steady but laced with the gravity of the situation. He turns to Miyu, his expression softening. "Are you ready?"

Miyu nods, her face set with determination. Despite the fear that still gnaws at the edges of her mind, she has made up her mind. This is the only way forward. "I am."

They had spent the night devising the plan, anticipating every move their enemies might make. Gojo has made sure that Miyu understood the stakes, that she knows exactly what they are walking into. But he also knows that no amount of preparation could fully prepare them for the unpredictability of battle.

"Remember," Gojo said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, "we're going to make them think we're cornered. We'll play the part of desperate and defenseless. But the moment they take the bait, we strike."

Miyu meets his gaze, her heart pounding. "And what if they realized it's a trap?"

Gojo's eyes flickered with something unreadable — concern, perhaps, or a hint of doubt. "Then we'll improvise. But they're not expecting us to fight back. They think they have already won."

He reaches out, taking her hands in his. His grip is firm, reassuring. "Whatever happens, stay close to me. We'll get through this."

Miyu squeeze his hand in return, drawing strength from the contact. "I trust you."

They leave the safe-house just as the sun begins to rise, the streets of Tokyo still quiet in the early morning hours. Their pace is steady, purposeful, as they move toward the heart of the city. Gojo has chosen the location carefully — a place where they could control the environment, where they could anticipate every angle of attack.

As they approach the location — a seemingly abandoned warehouse nestled between two taller buildings — Miyu couldn't help but feeling the tension in the air. It is a place that seems to be forgotten by time, the walls cracked and covered in graffiti, the windows broken and boarded up. But it is also perfect for their plan: isolated, with enough room for Gojo to unleash his full power if necessary.

Gojo pushed open the creaky door, leading Miyu inside. The interior is dark and musty, the only light coming from the gaps in the boarded windows. Gojo move to the center of the room, his movements calm and deliberate. He is in his element now, his confidence radiating from every fiber of his being.

"Now we wait," Gojo said, his voice echoing slightly in the empty space.

Miyu nods, taking her position near a stack of old crates. Her senses are on high alert, every sound and movement amplified by the silence around them. She couldn't shake the feeling that they are being watched, that the walls themselves are closing in on them.

Minutes passed, then an hour. The anticipation is suffocating, every moment stretches out as they wait for the inevitable.

Then, finally, it happened.

A faint rustling sound comes from the far corner of the warehouse. Gojo's eyes narrowed, his body tensing. Miyu could feel the shift in the air, the sense of danger that prickles along her skin. They aren't alone anymore.

From the shadows, figures begin to emerge — cloaked in darkness, their faces obscured. There are five of them, moving with the fluidity of trained assassins. Their eyes gleamed with malice, their hands twitching with barely restrained power.

Gojo remains calm, his gaze never wavering as he assessed the threat. "You're early," he remarked, his tone almost casual. "I expected you to take your time."

One of the figures step forward, his voice a low growl. "You've been a thorn in our side for too long, Gojo. It's time to end this."

With that, the tension snaps, and the battle begins.

The figures lunged forward, their movements coordinated and precise. But Gojo is faster, his hands moving in a blur as he summons the cursed energy. A barrier of light springs up around him, blocking their initial attack.

Miyu watched in awe as Gojo moves, his power on full display. He is a force of nature, untouchable as he deflects their attacks with ease. But she knows this is the only the beginning. The real challenge would come when they sprung their trap.

She doesn't have to wait long.

As the fight intensifies, Gojo subtly lead the attackers toward a specific area of the warehouse — an area that they have rigged in advance. Miyu's heart raced as she realized the moment has come. She steeled herself, preparing to act.

Just as one of the attackers moves in for what he though is a killing blow, Gojo gives a sharp, almost imperceptible nod to Miyu. She reacts instantly, pressing the hidden trigger that activates the trap.

The ground beneath the attackers gives way, a section of the floor collapsing into a hidden pit. Gojo moves with lightning speed, using his cursed energy to push them further into the trap, sealing the pit behind them.

But it isn't over yet. Two of the attackers has managed to avoid the pitfall, their eyes burning with fury. They turn their attention to Miyu, realizing too late that she is more than just a bystander.

Gojo is on them in an instant, his energy flaring as he delivers a series of precise strikes. The attackers falter, their movements becoming sluggish as they realized they are outmached.

And then, with a final surge of power, Gojo finishes them.

The warehouse fell silent once more, the dust settling as Gojo and Miyu caught their breath. The trap has worked, but it has been a close call.

Miyu approached Gojo, her heart still pounding. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Gojo nods, wiping sweat from his brow. "I'm fine. You did great, Miyu."

She smiles, relief washing over her. But there is still a lingering sense of unease. This is just the beginning. They had won this battle, but the war is far from over.

As they stands there, surrounds by the remnants of their fight, Gojo reaches out, pulling Miyu into a tight embrace. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his body grounding her in the moment.

"We'll get through this,' he murmured into her hair. "Together."

Miyu hold on to him, drawing strength from his words. She knows the road ahead would be difficult, that there would be more battles to fight, more sacrifices to be made. But for now, in this moment, they have each other.

And that is enough.