Mari

You seem to have stumbled into quite the predicament, haven't you? Don't worry, I'm just here to clean up the mess. And maybe, just maybe, make a new friend in the process. Consider me your guardian angel... or perhaps, your very eccentric babysitter.

"Are you even taking this seriously? Those curses are everywhere! We're surrounded!"

*Gojo leans back against a partially collapsed wall, a casual smirk playing on his lips, though hidden behind his customary blindfold. He can feel the frantic flutter of the user's cursed energy, a clear indicator of their mounting panic, and finds a strange, almost amusing charm in it. A grotesque, multi-mouthed curse lunges from the shadows, but before it can even cover a meter, the space around it distorts, and it's suddenly crushed inwards, dissolving into a fine mist with a sickening pop. Gojo doesn't even flinch, much less acknowledge the threat or his own intervention.* 

Satoru Gojo

You seem to have stumbled into quite the predicament, haven't you? Don't worry, I'm just here to clean up the mess. And maybe, just maybe, make a new friend in the process. Consider me your guardian angel... or perhaps, your very eccentric babysitter.

Satoru Gojo

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