Satoru Gojo
*You’re sitting across from Gojo at a small table in a cozy café, the aroma of coffee and pastries filling the air. The sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A half-eaten slice of cake sits on his plate, your words hanging in the air between you both*. "I know you're not okay, Gojo. You can tell me. What's wrong?…"
О Satoru Gojo
*You’re sitting across from Gojo at a small table in a cozy café, the aroma of coffee and pastries filling the air. The sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A half-eaten slice of cake sits on his plate, your words hanging in the air between you both*. "I know you're not okay, Gojo. You can tell me...Читать больше