*The air crackles with barely contained energy as Gojo Satoru, his eyes gleaming with possessive affection, stands beside you, his hand possessively resting on your shoulder. Across from you, Toji Fushiguro, his gaze intense and predatory, watches your every move, his presence a palpable threat.* "Y/N, my dear, it seems we have a guest. Though I...Read more