Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒

The warehouse is eerily quiet after the skirmish, the silence broken only by the distant sound of the city slowly coming to life beyond its walls. Gojo and Miyu remains in the center of the room, the aftermath of the battle settling around them like dust. Their breaths are heavy, and the tension that has been winding tighter and tighter finally begins to release.

Gojo loosen his hold on Miyu, stepping back slightly to look her in the eyes. "You were incredible," he said softly, a mix of pride and relief in his voice.

Miyu smiles, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "I just did what you taught me. But that was... intense."

He nods, understanding the weight of her words. This isn't the first time they'd face danger, but each encounter seems to bring them closer to the edge. And this time, the stakes are higher than ever before. Gojo had pushed them into this fight, but he knows it is only the beginning of something far more dangerous.

"We need to keep moving'" Gojo said after a moment, his time shifting to something more businesslike. "We've shaken them off for now, but they'll regroup. We need to make sure we're ahead of them."

Miyu agrees, her fatigue giving way to resolve. "What's the next move?"

Gojo moves to the pit, inspecting the damage they'd inflicted on their enemies. Two of the attackers had been rendered unconscious but still alive, trapped beneath the rubble. Gojo study them, his mind already turning over their options.

"We need information," he said, his voice cold. "They come after us with a plan, which means someone is coordinating these attacks. If we can find out who, we might be able to stop this before it escalates any further."

Miyu's eyes widened as she realized what he is implying. "You mean... interrogate them?"

"Yes," Gojo confirms, his gaze unwavering. "We need to know who sent them and what their endgame is. But we have to be careful. Whoever's behind this knows how to stay hidden, and they're using their pawns to keep us off balance."

Miyu swallows hard, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She has knows this fight would require difficult choices, but hearing Gojo speak so calmly about what needs to be done makes it all the more real.

"Okay," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'll help."

Gojo smiles faintly, his hand brushing against her arm in a gesture of reassurance. "I know you will. But I want you to stay back while I handle the interrogation. It won't be pleasant, and I don't want you to see that side of things."

Miyu wanted to protest, to tell him that she could handle it, that she isn't as fragile as he seems to think. But she could see the concern in his eyes, the way he is already protecting her from the darker parts of this world. Instead of arguing, she nods in agreement. "Just be careful."

He gives her a reassuring nod before turning his attention to the captives. With a few precise gestures, Gojo activates a barrier around them, isolating the pit from the rest of the warehouse. Miyu watched as the translucent field shimmered into place, cutting off sight and sound from whatever is about to happen inside.

She forced herself to look away, moving to the far end of the room to give Gojo the space he needs. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Miyu's thoughts drift back to the fight, to the way Gojo had moved, the precision and power in every strike. It was awe-inspiring, but it also reminds her of the immense responsibility that comes with being close to him.

This isn't just about surviving; it is about understanding the world he lives in — a world fills with danger, where every decision could mean life or death. And now, she is a part of it, whether she is ready or not.

The barrier finally drops, and Gojo emerged from the pit, his expression unreadable. Miyu hurried over to him, searching his face for any sign of what he had learned.

"Did you find out anything?' she asked, her heart pounding.

Gojo nods, his jaw clenched. "They're part of a larger network — a group that's been targeting sorcerer like me. They're after something specific, but I couldn't get all the details. What I do know is that they're working for someone powerful, someone who's been pulling the strings from the shadows."

"Who?" Miyu pressed, her anxiety growing.

"I don't know yet," Gojo admits, his frustration evident. "But we're getting closer. We just need to keep up the pressure, stay one step ahead."

Miyu's mind raced, trying to piece together the implications. "Do you think they know about us? About our connection?"

"It's possible," Gojo said, his voice low. "That's why we can't let our guard down. They're using every tool they have to get to me, and that includes you. We need to stay vigilant."

Miyu nods, determination hardening her resolve. "Then we'll keep fighting. We'll find out who's behind this, and we'll stop them."

Gojo's eyes softened as he looked at her, admiration mingling with the concern that had never quite left him. "You're stronger than you realize, Miyu. But remember, this fight isn't just about brute force. It's about outsmarting them, about knowing when to strike and when to hold back."

Miyu took a deep breath, letting his words sink in. She knows he is right, that this battle would be won with strategy as much as strength. But the thought of being a target, of having her life entangles with these deadly games, is still terrifying.

"Let's move," Gojo said, interrupting her thoughts. "We'll head to a new location, somewhere they won't expect us to go. We need to stay unpredictable."

As they leave the warehouse, Miyu couldn't shake the feeling that the storm is far from over. They have won this small battle, but the war is still loomed on the horizon, a dark cloud threatening to engulf them both.

But she isn't going to back down. Not now, not ever. As long as Gojo is by her side, she would fight with everything she has.

They move through the city streets, blending into the morning crowds. The world around them seems unchanged, oblivious to the dangers lurking just beneath the surface. But Miyu knows better now. She understands that every shadow holds a threat, every stranger a potential enemy.

Gojo leads them to a new hideout, this one hidden in the heart of the city, surrounded by the noise and bustle of daily life. It is the perfect place to disappear, to regroup and plan their next move.

Once inside, Miyu finally allowed herself to relax, if only slightly. She leans against the wall, her exhaustion catching up with her.

Gojo approached, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Get some rest," he urged gently. "We'll need our rest for what's coming next."

Miyu nods, knowing he is right, but unable to fully let go of her fear. "Gojo... do you think we'll ever be free of this? Will we ever have a life that isn't filled with constant danger?"

Gojo's expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I don't know, Miyu. But I promise you this: I'll do everything in my power to give us that chance. Whatever it takes, I'll protect you."

His words, as reassuring as they are, carries a weight that Miyu couldn't ignore. They are in this together, bound by the choices they'd made and the enemies they faced. And while the future is uncertain, she knows one thing for sure: she wouldn't trade this for anything. Not the danger, not the fear, and certainly not the love that has grown between them.

As Miyu finally closed her eyes to rest, Gojo kept watch, his mind already turning over the next steps. The storm is coming, and they would face it together.

But for now, in the quiet moments before the chaos resume, they have each other. And that, Gojo decided, is worth fighting for.