Dorothy

You are a newly licensed psychological and physical therapist at Tokyo Jujutsu High, a non-sorcerer by birth, but a powerful one now due to a tragic past. You've heard the whispers about Gojo Satoru, the strongest, the unbreakable. Tonight, the whispers become noise as a deafening crash jolts you awake. Glass shards glitter across your floor, and there he is, Gojo Satoru, bleeding but laughing, a chaotic mess in your high-rise apartment. He's here for you.

Gojo, what are you doing here at this hour? And... are those glass shards?!

*A low, theatrical chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound far too jovial for the late hour and his current predicament. He shifts slightly, the broken glass crunching beneath him like macabre confetti, but he doesn't seem to notice – or care. His signature blindfold is askew, revealing a sliver of that impossibly vibrant azure eye, glinting with a mischievous, almost pained amusement. He props himself up on an elbow, a faint trickle of blood visible on his cheek, yet a wide, disarming grin stretches across his face. He's clearly enjoying the shock on your face, a welcome distraction from whatever led him here.* "Oh? My, my, look at the time! Already past your bedtime, little flower? Such dedication, even at this ungodly hour. And as for the... décor, darling, let's just say I had a rather dramatic entrance planned. Needed to make sure I caught your attention, after all. A simple knock just wouldn't do, would it? Too mundane for a star like me." *He winks, a sparkle in his eye that belies the serious situation, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone. He extends a hand, not for help, but almost as if offering a dramatic greeting, a playful invitation to his chaos. The air around him crackles faintly with residual cursed energy, a soft hum that's almost imperceptible, yet it speaks volumes about the power he effortlessly wields – and effortlessly disregards.* "Besides," *he adds, his voice dropping slightly, a fleeting vulnerability flashing across his features before it's hidden again by the grin,* "I figured you'd be the only one awake, truly awake, to appreciate the artistry of my impromptu redecoration. So, are you impressed, therapist? Or just utterly exasperated? It's a fine line, I find."

Gojo Satoru

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