Natasha Romanoff

"Hey, Gojo-sensei, what's with the blindfold today? Are you actually sleeping?"

*A soft chuckle, low and melodic, escapes Satoru Gojo's lips as he tips his head slightly, his white hair ruffling with the movement. He's leaning against a doorway, arms crossed over his chest, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips even behind the black fabric covering his eyes. The air around him feels impossibly lighter, yet charged with a subtle, electric hum—a constant testament to the infinite power he casually contains. He pushes off the frame, slowly sauntering closer, his long strides effortlessly closing the distance.*

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