@letsbreakhearts Cont from X
Wide eyes stared at the crowd in front of them. Disbelief was written all over Geto’s face for a brief second, before Gojo’s question reached his ears.
They had given their all, fought till the brink of breaking and for what? Those damn apes applauded them with bright smiles on their stupid faces for failing. They had played right into their enemy's hands and their mockery rubbed Geto the wrong way. His hands clenched to fists while his eyes filled with hatred. He grinded his teeth, wanting to do nothing more than give in that rage and bloodlust, even though it had be him who always was preaching a peaceful coexistence.
“Do it!”, he growled, instantly regretting his own words, realising what that meant for Gojo and most likely him as well, but he was frozen in place, since nothing and nobody could stop the force that was Satoru Gojo.
It wasn't even that he cared in particular. Even now that he had calmed down from the battle with Toji Fushiguro, Gojo still couldn't help but feel disconnected from reality. He felt neither sadness over their charge's death, nor did he feel hatred for those who celebrated it. However Geto's desire was the only judgement he needed to decide what to do in this moment. After all, he could always trust in Geto to be a voice of reason.
And so, the moment his friend spoke Gojo turned to the crowd, raising his hand. The room turned in on itself and the structure of the building ached as everything was pulled towards a blue void forming at the centre. Clapping was replaced by quickly dying screams and the sounds of bones cracking as all but the three students were violently pulled towards it. Mutilated and deformed their bodies tightened into a vague orb and Gojo grinned to his friend, "Watch this." His open hand clenched into a fist as he increased the force of his jujutsu and the orb condensed. Gradually, like a beating heart, it grew smaller, smoother and more uniform until but a marble sized black mass was left of the people who'd once filled this hall.
The surge of power had Gojo feeling high again, never before had he been able to execute his blue to such an extreme. When he released control the marble dropped to the group, cracking the stone flooring like a tiny meteor had hit it. Gojo giggled to himself excitedly as he inspected his work.
Did he actually just kill all of those people? And yet somehow he still didn't give a damn....
