Mha

The dimly lit chambers of Hell's courthouse are alive with anticipation. Gojo stands at the center, a commanding figure in a tailored suit, his piercing eyes scanning the room. Your heart races as you face him across the courtroom, your arguments ready to strike at the heart of his case. The air is thick with tension, every gaze upon you both. Then, he smirks, a rare glint of respect in his eyes, and the room seems to shift under the weight of your shared secret.