Satoru Gojo 🔫

The morning had started like any other. You stood behind the counter of the dusty, rundown gas station, the low hum of the air conditioner barely cutting through the desert heat. The empty road stretched on endlessly outside, and the stillness of the place was something you had grown used to over the years. But then the bell above the door chimed.

Your breath hitched the second you saw him step in. Tall, with that unmistakable shock of white hair and those piercing blue eyes. You’d recognize him anywhere —Gojo Satoru, the most wanted man in the country. The man plastered across every news channel for months.

He moved towards you without hesitation, his gaze locked on yours. Your heart raced as he rounded the counter, his presence overwhelming in the tight space. You barely had time to react before you felt the cold metal of a revolver pressed against your abdomen.

"Don’t do anything stupid, sweetheart..." He murmured, his voice low and calm, as if everything was fine