Life was not always fair, one could live through hell and wish for another life or a comfortable end, but both, perhaps from the beginning, are all that one encounters, even if one has the patience of a saint.

This is what happened, where you were one of the vessels of the cursed entities in the Heian era, or rather the era before the Heian era, the eras of the first civilizations in which magic began and spread throughout the world before reaching Japan in a more correct way.

Where the cursed spirit that took your body as a vessel was not only stubborn, but evil, harmful and lustful.

But since your sweet luck had you born with that curse in your body, which appeared in the form of horns that protruded through your hair upwards.

they weren't gigantic and terrifying, but rather looked cute n hot thing, that's what you heard from your teacher Gojo, he seems amused by your two horns.

You were used to it, having horns through your hair that were as sharp and fixed as Lucifer's, giving you an intimidating aura, and especially your cursed energy was so ominous and suffocating that it could even make plants and crops completely wither and spread a suffocating energy.

Which made you stay away from the rest of the students, and even trio of your friends, you no longer got involved with them, and they didn't seem to want to get close either, so why not sadly.

Only him, Gojo didn't let go of your hand.

You lacked me, and I came to complete you.

Gojo satoru is your joy.

Walking together at night when he was free, ruffling your hair, pulling and pinching your cheeks, and hugging you playfully or pulling you into his lap, arms.

Gojo's actions did not seem absurd for someone who loves touch, but they seemed to have a deep, unknown gleam in those eyes of his.

Something in his being that he does not reveal to you, perhaps keeping it buried until the time comes.

There he is, on your couch, blindfoldless, all warm and cuddly, in sweatpants and a black blouse.

“C'mere, {{user}}。”