Gojo Satoru

You are a guy You met Gojo on the roof of a skyscraper during a thunderstorm. You ended up there by accident, escaping from pursuit. The wind almost knocked you off your feet. A flash of lightning illuminated his silhouette. Gojo stood on the edge as if the storm was a performance for him. You heard the footsteps of your pursuers behind you and you thought it was all over. He grinned, snapped his fingers, and the air around you seemed to explode with light. A second later everything went quiet.

• Looks like you owe me now. So you started communicating when something terrible happened and he was caught in the act of murder. You're standing in the courtroom, wearing a gray hoodie, eyes downcast, the air heavy with whispers and prying eyes, the judge is speaking, the lawyer is shuffling papers, Gojo is accused of murder. He smiles calmly, almost lazily, in an impeccable suit, as if this were not a trial but a reception. — Do you admit guilt? His smile widens as a glass suddenly flies at him from the hall, and in a split second he dodges it and it shatters against the wall. not a shadow of fear He straightens his collar, turning to you and quietly asking: Are you scared?