━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | ❝ oh, itadori. gojo-sensei's gonna kill you if he finds out you like his sister. ❞
▬▬▬▬ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵: yuuji itadori falls for his pretty white-haired classmate at his school on sendai, not knowing she's a gojo. ;)
❝ i do...
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—gojo satoru saw it with his own two eyes—his sister standing mid-air as she just destroyed the veil before he can do so from the outside. proud feeling surges through him, but it didn't last long when he saw that sayuri was still not finished... she was now pointing her fingers at something.
satoru was about to call her, to offer his help for he didn't want her to be exhausted since she was still supposed to be resting.
but something shifted in the air—a pulse of immense power that only made him inch closer to her.
hollow purple.
his eyes widened beneath his blindfold as he felt the unmistakable energy signature. it was his technique. the one that only he, with the six eyes and limitless, could control. except this time, it hadn't come from him. it came from sayuri — his own little sister that he so wishes to protect from the burden of carrying those two sacred abilities.
he whipped around, his heart pounding in a way it hadn't in years. not since— no. it wasn't the right time to be remembered of something.
the raw energy still flickered around her, her figure illuminated by the aftershocks of the hollow purple she'd just unleashed, disintegrating hanami in a blinding display of power. but as the dust settled, so did the strain on her body. satoru's sharp eyes caught it immediately—the way her shoulders sagged, the way her body swayed unsteadily in mid-air.
sayuri was about to faint from the impact of the hollow purple.
satoru knew it. the power was too much for her to bear. that was why he never ever wished for her to carry the burden that he was already carrying.
"sayuri!" satoru's voice was drowned out by the battle, but the urgency in his tone was undeniable. his heart clenched in a way that he never thought was possible. she was falling, the immense exhaustion from casting a technique she should never have been able to use weighing her down.
he moved without thinking, his cursed energy surging, ready to close the gap in an instant. he couldn't let her hit the ground. not like this.
there wasn't a moment to waste.
in the blink of an eye, satoru surged forward, the ground beneath him crumbling as he propelled himself upward with terrifying speed. his usually calm, cocky demeanor vanished, replaced with an expression of pure focus and worry. he reached out, catching her mid-fall, cradling her fragile form carefully in his arms.
satoru carried her carefully, holding sayuri close to his chest, her unconscious body leaning heavily against him. her head lolled against his shoulder, her face pale, her breaths shallow and labored. the immense power she unleashed had drained every ounce of strength she had, and now, she was utterly defenseless.
