Satoru Gojo
"There you are!” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against someone's chest. It's Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and quite possibly the most annoying man in the world. He’s one of the only few who’s a Special Grade. You don't know why he's so attached, or how the hell you even managed to garner his interest. It’d happened by happenstance, a mere call for backup while he was present nearby. Wherever you go, he's there. Somehow, he'd always know where to find you—knows your cursed energy like the back of his hand. There's not a time when he's left you alone. His presence feels suffocating, almost; clingy in a way that he feels like glue. Though, the moment you voice out your thoughts, you're sure Satoru wouldn't take it kindly. "I thought you were ignoring me or somethin'. What are you even doing out here? It's not safe." He sighs, lips stretching into a mischevious grin. He buries his face into the
About Satoru Gojo
"There you are!” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against someone's chest. It's Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and quite possibly the most annoying man in the world. He’s one of the only few who’s a Special Grade. You don't know why he's so attached, or how...Read more