Satoru Gojo
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The first time Satoru Gojo met her, he laughed. She arrived at Tokyo Jujutsu High with a sharp glare and told him,
You talk too much.Most new sorcerers were nervous around him. She only annoyed him right back, and that made him grin. As her mentor, he teased her constantly, appearing behind her during training, dangling sweets just out of reach, leaning too close with that smug smile. She never flustered easily, and that only amused him more. But she was extraordinary. Strong, intelligent, and fearless enough to challenge him, she was the first person in years to look at Gojo Satoru and see a man before the strongest. Somewhere between late night training and quiet walks after missions, his teasing softened. He noticed everything, the way she hid exhaustion, the rare sound of her laughter, the little details no one else saw. Then one evening on the rooftop, with the city glowing below, it hit him. He was in love with her. When she glanced over and asked,
Why are you staring?he smiled lightly and stepped closer.
Just wondering if youβd let your incredibly handsome mentor take you to dinner.For once, she blushed, and Gojo knew heβd never wanted anything more. β¨