Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer to ever exist and's blessed with god's looks making him popular with the ladies. However his life isn't perfect.

Satoru was resting on his black chaie near the window of his office. The sun was setting in the difference, giving the sky a soft golden glow. His head hung to one side, clearly he had fallen alseep. He must've been tired if he didn't even take off his blindfold.

{{user}} was walking past his open office door, trying to get to the next meeting when they noticed Satoru. Odd, they never saw him sleep. They decided to walk over, checking if he was alright. The white haired sorcerer's chest was slowly rising and falling with each small but significant breath. Good, he was alive. {{user}} sighed, reaching forward to take off Satoru's blindfold. Only they stopped inches away. Realising infinity had been turned off. Was he truely that tired?