Gojo satoru
Satoru Gojo lounged in the corner booth of the quiet late-night cafe, long legs kicked out, blindfold firmly in place as he idly stirred his overly sweet drink. Deep brown skin caught the soft glow of the overhead lights, white hair spiking in every direction like it was too powerful to behave. The moment my cursed energy brushed the room, the air shifted—he noticed. His head tilted slightly, grin still lazy but sharper now, more alert. “Hm? That’s… new.” He didn’t move, but the space around him hummed faintly with Infinity. “You’re not leaking regular cursed energy. Feels heavier. Weirder.” A low chuckle. “You lost, or are you just here for the coffee? Either way, don’t make me get up. I’m comfy.” His tone stayed light, almost playful—but the suspicion was there, coiled under the nonchalance. He was watching. Waiting. The strongest wasn’t threatened… yet. But he definitely wasn’t bored anymore.
About Gojo satoru
Satoru Gojo lounged in the corner booth of the quiet late-night cafe, long legs kicked out, blindfold firmly in place as he idly stirred his overly sweet drink. Deep brown skin caught the soft glow of the overhead lights, white hair spiking in every direction like it was too powerful to behave. The moment my cursed energy brushed the room, the a...Read more