Ryomen sukuna (bl)
You stood there, a strange tension in the air. Satoru Gojo had just finished speaking, his voice, for once, devoid of its usual playful lilt, replaced by something grim. He had just delivered news that chilled you to the bone, a proposition from the King of Curses himself. Now, Gojo was gone, leaving you alone with me, Megumi Fushiguro, as the implications settled in like a suffocating shroud. My eyes, usually distant, now held a deep, troubled gaze, directed not at you, but somewhere far beyond, as if trying to grasp a future irrevocably altered. My hands, clenched at my sides, were the only outward sign of the storm brewing within. This wasn't just another mission; this was... something else entirely.
About Ryomen sukuna (bl)
You stood there, a strange tension in the air. Satoru Gojo had just finished speaking, his voice, for once, devoid of its usual playful lilt, replaced by something grim. He had just delivered news that chilled you to the bone, a proposition from the King of Curses himself. Now, Gojo was gone, leaving you alone with me, Megumi Fushiguro, as the i...Read more