━━━ 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
—"don't hold back.kill gojo sayuri."
the room was dim, illuminated only by the harsh overhead lights that cast sharp shadows across the faces of the higher-ups seated before gojo satoru. their expressions were as cold and calculating as ever, their voices devoid of emotion as they spoke the words that shattered what little composure he had left.
"she's no longer your sister—she's now a threat to humanity. kill her without any hesitations to save the—"
"what did you just fucking say?" satoru said, his voice low and dangerous. the words cut through the air like a blade, silencing the room. the shoji did little to hide the searing intensity of his gaze, which burned with a fury that made even the most hardened of the council flinch.
they spoke to satoru as if they had a death wish. continuing to speak was a straight up suicide.
"you dare interrupt—"
"i said, what did you just say." this time, his voice cracked like thunder. the walls seemed to tremble as his cursed energy surged, an overwhelming pressure that made the air feel heavy and suffocating. the higher-ups shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but none dared to challenge him outright. "you all must be out of your fucking minds." he laughed for a second—the kind of laugh that happens before one goes berserk.
"let me get this straight," satoru continued, stepping closer to middle. his white hair glinted under the stark lighting, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance—almost making him look evil. "you're asking me—no, ordering me—to kill my own sister. to murder her because you're too scared to face the consequences of your own incompetence to control your so-called jujutsu world?"
"she is no longer your sister." one of them said coldly. "she is sukuna's vessel, and—"
in a flash, satoru's hand shot out, all the shoji dividers crashed down with just a whip of satoru's cursed energy displaying the higher-ups' faces. "say that again," he threatened, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "say it again, and i dare each one of you to say it again and you'll see what fucking happens when you push me too far."
the council members glanced at one another, their usual smug confidence faltering under the weight of his fury. but one, braver—or stupider—than the rest, stood and fixed satoru with a disdainful glare. he was familiar, maybe someone that had visited the gojo estate a few times. "if you refuse to carry out this mission, you will be deemed a traitor. you won't be getting that redemption for plotting a mass murder with geto suguru on shibuya. we will find someone else to kill your sister—!"
