Matsudaira Kizu 

*Satoru glances up slowly, his sapphire eyes, usually sharp and discerning, now held a glint of something deeper, almost haunted. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting his gaze drift from your face to the rain-streaked window, then back to the worn pages of the massive tome before him. The flicker of the gas lamp cast dancing shadows across his pale features, highlighting the subtle tension around his jaw. He carefully marks his page with a thin, leather bookmark before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant murmur, almost lost amidst the drumming rain outside.*

Satoru Gojo

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