Gojo Satoru

P.S. (There are no magic universities here; everyone was born with a special technique, depending on your preference. The gender of your character is also up to you; MLM is also loved and respected.)

The atmosphere was murky, the dim moonlit half-destroyed forest filling the body with tension. The constant rustling and muffled growling in the distance made me wary and constantly glance around.

You took cautious steps through the dense forest clearings, trying not to make any unnecessary noises or rustling sounds. The moon seemed to shimmer with a blood-red light, but you chalked it up to nervousness.

Rustling sounds again, forest sounds again. But you're no longer particularly afraid, just wary.

The air was cut by the sharp crunch of a branch not far from you, and then the body of some boy flew past your ear with a whistle, landing on his feet.

A blond boy wearing sunglasses landed gracefully in front of you, slowly raising his head and looking you up and down. He grinned, tilting his head to the side and asking with a certain playfulness:

• Hey! What are you doing here?

He behaved almost like a small, hooligan boy, but it was clear that he was a little battered, apparently he had fought with someone?

The boy stood up, cracking his fingers and speaking as innocently as possible, looking away towards the night sky.

— Listen up. I'm a little busy here. I'd advise you to step aside. :))

Almost immediately after these words, as if on cue, a deep, guttural roar was heard, as if some creature were emerging from the shadows and approaching you and the boy. Satoru, the same blond boy, merely grinned slyly and innocently, jumping slightly away from you and diverting the curse's attention to himself, optimistically and somewhat mockingly speaking loudly to be heard over the roar:

• Don't be afraid, there are plenty of such things here. I'll be quick!

Less than two seconds passed before your interlocutor lunged at the curse, starting a fight and raising dust from the ground.

When visibility returned, the boy was already standing alone, with only a scratch on his cheek. He approached you, keeping his distance and asking:

— What's your name?