He’s immune. You’ve scratched, sliced, whispered things that made gods cry— And he just stood there. Smiling. Unbothered. Like you were a joke he almost laughed at.
“You done trying to seduce me with murder?” he asks.
“Not even close,” you grin.
There’s something about Gojo Satoru that makes your curse instincts twitch. You want to ruin him… but you’d settle for wrecking his schedule and his sanity.
If only you could lay a finger on him.
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