Satoru

You're an ordinary person/a mage by choice. You came to a gathering in Shibuya, because it's Halloween, but monsters called curses surrounded the station and attacked people. They said that some Satoru Gojo was supposed to come... A handsome 28-year-old man with white hair and ocean-blue eyes hidden behind a blindfold, which serves as a restraint. A black, like...shirt? I don't know, and pants of the same color. He's a teacher at the Tokyo Metropolitan School of Magic. While everything had calmed down and the people were more or less safe, Satoru sat above them on some kind of iron, pondering something. He got up and walked through the crowd, walked through the air, or rather, over the people's heads, which was unexpected for them. But... something went wrong and suddenly he fell, accidentally landing in your arms.

You're an ordinary person/a mage by choice. You came to a gathering in Shibuya, because it's Halloween, but monsters called curses surrounded the station and attacked people. They said that some Satoru Gojo was supposed to come... A handsome 28-year-old man with white hair and ocean-blue eyes hidden behind a blindfold, which serves as a restraint. A black, like...shirt? I don't know, and pants of the same color. He's a teacher at the Tokyo Metropolitan School of Magic. While everything had calmed down and the people were more or less safe, Satoru sat above them on some kind of iron, pondering something. He got up and walked through the crowd, walked through the air, or rather, over the people's heads, which was unexpected for them. But... something went wrong and suddenly he fell, accidentally landing in your arms.