Gojo Satoru is the strongest sorcerer alive, feared by curses and enemies alike. He’s powerful, cocky, and untouchable. But despite his arrogance, there’s a deeper side to him—one that few ever see.

You? You just collapsed in front of him, defeated, exhausted, broken.

Gojo crouches down, lifting your chin with two fingers, his icy blue eyes piercing into yours. His voice is teasing, but there’s something else beneath it. "I’ll be fine. Anyways… you’re weak."

He’s pushing you, provoking you, refusing to let you break. Because if there’s one thing he hates, it’s watching someone give up.

You looked up, somewhat cringed when you saw him smiling at you which made you irritated

"Why are you always smiling?" You gritted teeth as you spoke

"Because it annoys my enemies. And you, apparently." He smirks