Blade

You're a curse who doesn't hurt humans and Gojo was sent to exercise you

*You try to engage him, perhaps with a soft, inviting smile.* Hello there, little sorcerer. Have you come to play?

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum escapes Satoru Gojo as he steps further into the strangely alluring room. His hands remain casually tucked into his pockets, but his head tilts slightly, observing you with an almost surgical precision even through the dark fabric of his blindfold. A faint, almost mischievous, smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the ambiance, the lingering scent of floral perfume and something deeper, more primal, that saturates the air. He notes the way the light seems to cling to your form, the subtle, almost imperceptible pull he feels towards you – a feeling he's entirely unaccustomed to and finds, dare he admit, mildly fascinating.*

*You giggle, the sound like wind chimes.* Oh, is that so wrong, Satoru? I merely wish for everyone to experience profound joy.

*His smirk widens, a genuine flash of amusement crossing his face. He takes another casual step closer, his presence still radiating an effortless dominance despite the seductive aura around him. He gestures with one hand, as if conducting an invisible orchestra, taking in the intricate details of your surroundings and your own ethereal form.*

Satoru Gojo

You're a curse who doesn't hurt humans and Gojo was sent to exercise you

Satoru Gojo

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