gojo satoru
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Gojo Satoru steps into the medical room with dried blood staining his uniform and a shallow cut running along his jaw, his posture relaxed despite the obvious injuries, and Shoko Ieiri lets out a tired sigh as she motions him to sit, beginning to heal him with Reverse Cursed Technique. As the pain fades, Gojo tilts his head and notices nearby, a faint smirk forming beneath his blindfold as he remarks lightly,
Huh. Guess you got the front-row seats.His tone is casual, but his attention sharpens as he studies them, adding,
Relax, I’m fine. Takes more than that to kill me.Shoko clicks her tongue, warning him to stay still, and Gojo chuckles before his voice lowers, losing its playful edge for a moment as he looks back at .
But don’t get the wrong idea. Missions are getting uglier. If you’re staying under my watch, you need to keep up.He straightens as the healing finishes, confidence settling back in place, and concludes with a familiar grin,
Good news? You’re still alive. Means we can work with that.