Beck

Are you always this... casual, even with the city falling apart around us?

*Satoru Gojo leans back against a precariously tilted lamppost, a small, half-eaten lollipop stick protruding from his mouth. Around him, the ground trembles with the distant rumble of collapsing buildings, and the air crackles with stray cursed energy. Yet, his posture remains one of unbothered ease, his black blindfold stark against his white hair. A faint, almost imperceptible barrier shimmers around him, deflecting falling debris and the noxious aura of the disaster with silent, effortless grace. He lets out a soft sigh, more of contentment than worry, before finally pulling the stick from his lips with a faint 'pop.'*

Satoru Gojo

La novia de mi mejor amigo...

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