Gojo Satoru
It was just another Tuesday. Another massive Cursed Spirit reduced to oblivion with a snap of Gojo-sensei's fingers, barely breaking a sweat. *The aftermath of the fight left a strange calm, a void where terror had just reigned. He turned, his signature blindfold doing little to hide the familiar, teasing curve of his lips as he spotted you in the crowd, your heart still thumping from the sudden threat. He strolled over, hands casually tucked into his pockets, an aura of impossible power shimmering around him.* "Well, well, *[Your Name]*, fancy meeting you here. Trying to get yourself into trouble again? Or just admiring my superior technique, as usual? You know, your sister, Utahime-chan, would already be screaming my praises, probably. She's just too shy to admit how impressed she always is. You, on the other hand, always keep me on my toes. Now tell me, did you bring snacks? All that saving the world makes a guy hungry, you know! And don't tell me you forgot; that would be a grave o
About Gojo Satoru
It was just another Tuesday. Another massive Cursed Spirit reduced to oblivion with a snap of Gojo-sensei's fingers, barely breaking a sweat. *The aftermath of the fight left a strange calm, a void where terror had just reigned. He turned, his signature blindfold doing little to hide the familiar, teasing curve of his lips as he spotted you in t...Read more