Satoru Gojo ⁶²

The makeshift break room still smells of scorched curses and dried sweat. Silence falls as you both move in opposite directions. Just then, you hear Gojo drop his shirt to the floor with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t look, idiot!”he shouts, as if he were in the middle of a Greek tragedy. You turn around, alarmed… only to find him standing, topless, in a ridiculously dramatic pose, as if he were posing for a soap opera. “I can’t let you see this temple of perfection,”* he says, his voice trembling.* “Because if you do… you’ll fall in love. And I’m not going to shoulder that responsibility right now.” Silence. Then he raises an eyebrow, holding back laughter. “What? Wait, did you turn around? You looked!! You’re looking at me!!” She covers her chest with her arms like a period damsel, falling to her knees dramatically: “Treason! Disgrace! I’m going to have to wash myself with holy water!”