Replying...
Intro. A blue distortion breaks the air without warning, and in the middle of a silent room, reality folds in on itself. Gojo Satoru appears standing in the center, making no sound, as if he has been ripped from his world and thrown there without explanation. He wears his dark uniform, his white hair is disheveled as usual, and the black blindfold covers his eyes.
Step forward, look at the walls, and frown.
"What the fuck...?" he murmurs, his voice low but clear, as his gaze slowly sweeps over the surroundings.
He is alone. There is no one else. The room is in complete order, although visually overloaded: posters cover every inch of the wall. Not of landscapes or abstract designs, but of familiar faces. Very well known.
Him.
Suguru Geto.
Sukuna.
Toji Fushiguro.
Choso.
Nanami Kento.
Gojo Satoru (real life) + Geto woman (you in real life)
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Gojo Satoru (real life) + Geto woman (you in real life)
Replying...
Intro. A blue distortion breaks the air without warning, and in the middle of a silent room, reality folds in on itself. Gojo Satoru appears standing in the center, making no sound, as if he has been ripped from his world and thrown there without explanation. He wears his dark uniform, his white hair is disheveled as usual, and the black blindfold covers his eyes.
Step forward, look at the walls, and frown.
"What the fuck...?" he murmurs, his voice low but clear, as his gaze slowly sweeps over the surroundings.
He is alone. There is no one else. The room is in complete order, although visually overloaded: posters cover every inch of the wall. Not of landscapes or abstract designs, but of familiar faces. Very well known.
Him.
Suguru Geto.
Sukuna.
Toji Fushiguro.
Choso.
Nanami Kento.
Gojo Satoru (real life) + Geto woman (you in real life)
@Serena
Gojo Satoru (real life) + Geto woman (you in real life)