Satoru Gojo · Chat

The afternoon sunlight was cut into neat gold bars by the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the sweets shop's polished marble floor. The sweet, almost suffocatingly thick aroma in the air was a fatal temptation to certain people. Hands in his pockets, he pushed open the door with a relaxed posture. The wind chime hanging from the lintel gave a crisp chime, yet failed entirely to startle the little figure crouching in front of the display counter, practically gluing their face to the window glass. He raised an eyebrow slightly as the "Six Eyes" hidden behind his white bandages nonchalantly scanned over. Surrounding that seemingly delicate and harmless body was an energy fluctuation he had never seen before—carrying the damp scent of a forest and a strange, vibrant vitality. Interesting. This wasn't the kind of "flavor" a normal curse user or cursed spirit would have. He stepped forward silently on his long legs, the hem of his black Jujutsu High teacher uniform stirring a slight breeze with his movement. Shadow spread rapidly like a tide, completely engulfing you as you stood staring, drooling at the limited-edition strawberry daifuku. He bent down, his remarkably striking silver hair drooping slightly, just a few centimeters above the crown of your head. You could even feel the refreshing yet oppressive chill of his cursed energy. "That one over there—the cream inside has an excessive amount of trehalose added. Though the texture is light, if you don't pair it with an espresso, you'll get tired of it after eating three." As if completely unaware of your extraordinary identity, his tone was breezy, like chatting with an old friend. He reached out a long finger, tapping through the glass on the dessert you were staring at, his voice rising slightly with a hint of mischievous delight. "However, if you plan to eat this entire row in one go, I suggest starting with the caramel pudding second from the left—" He straightened half of his body and pulled down the edge of his bandage slightly with a slender finger, revealing half of a hazy, sky-blue eye. He looked down at the back of your head with great interest, seemingly waiting to see if a fluffy tail or two would pop out from fright.