𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐗 - 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

"STOP FUSSING, I'M FINE." Mikazuki tried, however, before she could finish the sentence, the sorceress winced.

Ieiri Shoko sighed, pulling away from the woman and rearranging the bandages before looking up at Satoru. The sorcerer had remained relatively quiet since their conversation at the factory, not that Mikazuki could blame him. The Kinzoku had been particularly nasty, especially since she knew just how much Gojo cared about Keisuke, probably more than she had – at least in the end.

Still, the fact that he had insisted on following her to the doctor's was a bit too much, even for him.

"You're not fine." The doctor mocked, rolling her eyes as she inspected the wound on her friend's hand.

In all her years as The Magistrate's designated coroner, Shoko had never seen a wound so bad – even in the corpses she inspected daily. The flesh had melted from her bones, exposing the bare phalanges along with the muscle and tendons which were also severely burned.

The injury would take years to heal, and even then, the chances of Mikazuki regaining complete mobility of her left hand were minimal. Still, for some unfathomable reason, the Kinzoku seemed to refuse to express any pain, as if the world would fall apart the moment she did.

The world wouldn't, but maybe she would, and she'd rather her friend never see her like that.

The sorceress was used to hiding her pain, this was just another day, another drama she would quietly live through. Instead of dwelling on the unbearable pain, Mikazuki looked up, joking in a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

"I can't believe you became a doctor." Mikazuki mumbled, watching as the woman carefully worked around the burn in her hand, draping gauze all over the area. "Like, an actual doctor." She added.

Shoko pursed her lips, treating the burn with as much gentleness as she could, although the task proved to be far more troublesome than she expected. Satoru crossed his arms over his chest, an annoyed expression appearing on his face.

"You were careless." He said, tone wavering slightly while his stare remained perched on the wall, unwilling to meet Mikazuki's own golden gaze. "I could have taken care of it, extracted some more information instead of mercilessly killing the thing before we got any real answers."

He was angry, Mikazuki could tell. She'd spent enough time with the man to recognize his tells, and although most of them were subtle enough to keep everyone in the dark about what truly went through his head, Kinzoku Mikazuki wasn't exactly anyone. Not to him, at least.

The sorceress winced again, this time flinching away from Shoko's touch and toppling the tray with all her medical instruments to the floor. Satoru didn't even blink, kneeling to the ground and picking up the stuff in complete silence. The doctor observed the pair, teeth digging on her bottom lip as she tried to read whatever was going on between the two. Shoko had always been good at reading people individually, but whatever this was, clearly was beyond her expertise. She should really stick to medicine now. Satoru straightened himself, putting the instruments back on the tray without ever stopping to glance at the sorceress.

"And what would that have achieved, Satoru?" Mikazuki finally asked, looking up directly at him, unflinching even when his ever blues stared back at her.

She could see so much rage in that look, so much unspoken words and contained fury, all silently blazing behind the ocean blue of his eyes like a pool of infinity. Mikazuki was familiar with that look, she'd seen it plenty of times during their time at Jujutsu Tech, but never had she expected it to be directed at her.

"We could have found out the truth of what happened the day he was killed." He said simply, turning back to inspect the wall instead, eyes catching the tattered remains of his melted blindfold.