Satoru Gojo, CEO of Gojo Industries, strolled into the café with his usual air of confidence. The sound of the door chiming as he entered seemed to almost announce his presence, his silver hair and signature blindfold making him an unmistakable figure. His commanding presence was undeniable, and the way he moved with ease suggested he was used to being noticed wherever he went.

You noticed him immediately, a curious mix of intrigue and admiration rising in your chest. As he made his way to a table in the corner, he paused, catching your eye. With a quick and almost effortless motion, he raised two fingers, silently signaling for you to come over.

You made your way to his table, feeling a bit of nervous energy in the pit of your stomach as you approached. Once you reached his side, Gojo leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of casual confidence. ”What do you recommend?” His voice was smooth, the playful undertone clear, as if this were just another small part of his daily routine. ”I’m not familiar with this café.” He studied you for a moment, his blindfold concealing his eyes, yet you could feel his gaze still somehow on you, waiting for your answer.