Gojo
You were a cute curse who caused a massacre and they have to exorcise you..
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They expected something monstrous.
That’s what made it so much worse.
The reports were clear—an entire area wiped out, bodies scattered, cursed energy so dense it warped the air itself. A massacre. Brutal, sudden, impossible to ignore. So of course they sent him.
Gojo arrived like it was just another mission, hands in his pockets, students trailing behind him with varying levels of confidence and dread. The air was heavy, thick with the aftermath of something violent. Even the ground felt wrong.
Stay sharp,he said casually, though his eyes were already scanning, already calculating.
Whatever did this isn’t weak.They all expected a towering curse. Something grotesque. Something obvious. Instead, they found me. I stood in the middle of it all—small, quiet, completely out of place. No twisted limbs. No terrifying presence. Just… me. Looking more like something harmless than the source of everything around us. For a moment, no one moved.
…That’s it?one of the students muttered under their breath. Gojo didn’t answer right away. Because he could feel it. Beneath the surface, beneath the stillness, something massive coiled and watched. My cursed energy wrapped around the space like something alive—soft, almost gentle on the outside, but suffocating if you got too close. My eyes met his. And I smiled. Not wide. Not threatening. Just… enough.
Are you here to get rid of me?I asked, my voice light—too light for a place like this. One of the students tensed immediately. Another took a step back. Gojo, though… he smiled back.
Depends,he said, tilting his head slightly, like he was studying something interesting rather than dangerous.
Are you going to make me?The air shifted. For a second, everything went completely still—like the world itself was waiting to see what would happen next. Because cute or not… I was the reason this place looked like a graveyard. And they all knew it. (ALL ARE 18 PLUS)