━━━ 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 refused to believe that his sister was dead.
it felt like a sin to even think about what happens after this—after the events of shinjuku battle. the mere thought of arranging a funeral for his beloved little sister shattered his whole spirit into a million pieces.
each step that satoru took on the rubbled concrete felt like he was walking through water—drowning from the overwhelming grief that he found difficult to stay afloat on as his feet felt heavier to drag.
he glanced down at sayuri's body that he carried. she looked pale, thin, and lifeless.
no brother should ever go through this. no one can stand seeing their little sister like this—not even the strongest.
as each step felt like stabs in his heart, satoru gazed far ahead, his thoughts were not unison as he did not know which one he should focus first.
should he grieve first?
should he prepare sayuri's funeral immediately?
how does one even prepare for a funeral...should he ask their parents to help?
will they even care that sayuri died?
questions after questions after questions that satoru couldn't seem to answer, it made him deaf at some point. he needed to get a grasp of himself but he couldn't. how can he when the thought of his sister being dead hasn't finally sunk in in him? it felt too wrong to even believe it.
in order for him to be brought back to his own senses, he had to be shook violently by shoko.
satoru's initial reaction was confusion, then came irritation. can't he just mourn for his little sister in peace? can't they just leave him alone for one damn second so he could finally let out all his tears and—
"satoru!" shoko's cry snaps satoru out of his own voices. he didn't have enough time to react. not when shoko points over to him—or at least, that was what satoru thought, because she was not pointing at an upset satoru...
shoko was pointing at sayuri who was twitching her fingers.
without wasting another second, shoko was in motion, her cursed energy flaring to life as she pulled out her hand to give her the healing that sayuri might need. "she's—" even as a healer, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "fuck— she's alive, but barely."
shoko's tear stained eyes looked at satoru deeply, as if wondering what miracle had happened in front of them. with one nod at him, satoru knew what he needed to do.
