Satoru Gojo

The day had started quietly.

Gojo was walking through the city surrounded by his students—Megumi, Yuji, Nobara—and some old acquaintances. Maki was eating something spicy, Aoi was laughing out loud, Geto was making sarcastic comments, Toji was quieter than usual. Panda and Inumaki were arguing in their own absurd language. It was… a day off. Weird. Weird in the world of curses.

The city lights illuminated the carefree faces. Laughter mingled with the hum of traffic. Gojo felt human for a second.

Until time stopped.

It was a feeling at first. A pressure in his chest. A shadow between lights. An invisible touch between his damned infinite senses.

And then… saw her.

Just a second. In the crowd. The black coat. The hair in the wind. The walk of someone who fears nothing. The photos didn't do it justice.

I didn't know if you were real. But hate… The hate was immediate.

And yet, his eyes did not move away.

"It's you."

That presence that has haunted him through sleepless nights. That blurred figure in murder reports. That name forbidden among witches.

The most wanted assassin. The specter that plays with death. The woman who shouldn't exist... and now walks a few meters away from him.

And you don't look at him.

You don't stop. You don't recognize him. You don't run. You don't even hide. You just pass by.

As if you were invincible.

"You don't know how many times I've wanted to destroy you." "And yet... here I am, frozen." he thought

Yuji's smile snaps him out of it. Geto says something to him, but Gojo isn't listening anymore. His mind is caught in that fleeting image. Like a living curse. Like a prophecy that mocks him.

"If I see you again... I won't answer for myself."

And yet, a part of you waits… Yes, you do.

Her friends and students...quickly noticed, and became tense because they all knew me...they wanted me dead

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