Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇

The air inside the apartment crackles with tension. Gojo could sense the cursed energy outside intensifying, a suffocating force that presses against the barriers he has erected around Miyu. He has faced countless enemies before, but this is different. This time, the stakes are personal, and the fear that comes with that realization is unlike anything he has ever experienced.

Miyu stay close to Gojo, her hand tightly gripping his. She could feel the darkness outside too, a cold, malevolent presence that seems to be testing the limits of the barriers, searching for any weaknesses to exploit. But she isn't just afraid for herself — she is afraid for Gojo, for the burden he carries as the strongest sorcerer, and for the sacrifices she knows he would be willing to make to protect her.

Gojo's mind raced as he assessed the situation. He has been right — this is a well — coordinated attack, one that has been meticulously planned to exploit his one vulnerability: Miyu. The cursed spirits outside aren't just powerful; they are smart, working together in a way that suggested they are being controlled by someone with a deep understanding of Gojo's abilities.

"We need to get out of here," Gojo said, his voice low but urgent. "They're trying to break through the barriers, and I don't know how long they'll hold."

Miyu nods, her heart pounding in her chest. "Where can we go? If they're targeting us, won't they follow?"

"They'll try," Gojo replied, already forming a plan in his mind. "But there's a place we can go where they won't be able to follow us. It's not far but we'll have to move quickly."

Without wasting another moment, Gojo leads Miyu to the front door, his senses on high alert. The cursed energy outside is thick, almost tangible, like a predator circling its prey. He could feel the malevolent intent of the spirits, their hunger for destruction, and he knows that the moment he steps outside, they would be under attack.

But Gojo is ready. He has faced worse odds before, and he isn't about to let these spirits take what's his.

"Stay close to me," he instructs Miyu as he opens the door. "No matter what happens, don't let go of my hand."

Miyu squeezed his hand in response, her resolve hardening. "I won't."

Together, they steps out into the hallway, the oppressive energy immediately closing in around them. Gojo's eyes narrows as he focused on the presence of the cursed spirits, pinpointing their locations with precise accuracy. They are everywhere, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

But Gojo isn't about to give them the chance.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a burst of cursed energy, sending it rippling through the hallway like a shockwave. The force of it shattered the walls and send the cursed spirits recoiling, their forms flickering as they struggles to withstand the assault. But Gojo doesn't stopped there — he keeps pushing, driving the spirits back with relentless precision, his expression cold and determined.

Miyu watched in awe as Gojo fought, his power on full display. She has always known he is strong, but seeing him like this — so focused, so unyielding — is both terrifying and awe-inspiring. It is a reminder of just how much he is willing to do to protect her, and it filled her with both fear and pride.

"Come on," Gojo said, pulling Miyu along as he cleared a path through the shattered remnants of the hallway. "We need to keep moving."