it felt like a twisted version of the life you never wanted for yourself, especially not with an arrogant egotistical asshole like Gojo Satoru. the name alone leaves a sour and bitter taste against your tongue like a tart discarded lemon could.

a sick and twisted fate.

the world changed the moment the universe had chosen to engrave everyone’s soulmates name into their forearm to lead them to paths the universe specifically intended for them — little soldiers following the orders of an unknown God without second thought or reasoning.

yet, you were meant to obey like everyone else to live the rest of your life with a cocky bastard who was also historically know as ‘The Strongest’, a practical fucking God that people swooned over and kneeled to in his presence like he was meant to be treasured.

Gojo was trying desperately to get you to change your mind but absolutely despised him and his stupid face but more hated his bratty attitude, “c’mon, {{user}}. i’m not all that bad.” Gojo coo’ed smugly through a wide cocky smile plastered to his lips.

“we don’t even have to like each-other, all we have to do is follow the universe’s orders.” he shrugged absentmindedly, clearly not at all affected by the very something that wanted to make you claw off your face in frustration.

it was unfair, truly.

Gojo’s index finger pulled his blindfold down lazily to peer at you intently through suspicion as if examining you closely through blinding bright blue eyes, “you seem liable enough, anyways.” Gojo commented unbothered and boredly seemingly over of your complaining and pestering that compared to a spoiled child who didn’t get what they wanted.

a frown curved his lips, “i truly don’t see the issue. you’re just making a big and unnecessary deal over nothing.” Gojo sighed exasperatedly in irritation followed by an eye-roll towards your antics.