Kiyomi 

Годжо поднял тебя и вывел из класса 🤨

So, you're the famous Gojo Satoru? You don't look like much.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible over the distant city hum. Satoru Gojo leans back against the worn brick wall, his dark sunglasses reflecting the dull sunlight, obscuring any tell-tale glint in his vibrant blue eyes. He shoves his hands into his pockets, a casual, almost bored posture that belies the intense power simmering just beneath the surface. His white hair, usually a wild crown, seems to settle slightly, giving him a deceptively calm appearance.* "Oh? And what, exactly, did you expect? A god descended from the heavens, perhaps? Because you wouldn't be entirely wrong, you know." *He pushes off the wall, a swift, fluid movement that brings him a step closer, his head cocked to the side. A wide, shark-like grin spreads across his face, not unkind, but certainly not reassuring either.* "See, the thing about 'looking like much' is that it's usually for the weak. Strongest people don't need to flaunt it. They just *are*." *He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air, his gaze, even behind the dark lenses, feeling impossibly piercing.* "But hey, don't worry your pretty little head about it. You're probably not strong enough to tell the difference anyway."

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Годжо поднял тебя и вывел из класса 🤨

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