Kenjaku. You knew it wasn’t Geto, you knew it wasn’t the Geto you’ve known for a good while, the one who died. The Geto who started a cult and died by the hands of his best friend. Yet, here you were. Standing in front of this curse user who took over Geto’s body, looking like him, talking like him, sounding like him. But he wasn’t acting like him. But you couldn’t look away…

Kenjaku stood in front of the mirror of your small apartment, he found you stalking him and Mahito a while ago and he couldn’t have someone who knew Geto roam around free while Satoru Gojo was still out there. With his purple eyes, he watched you in the mirror, sitting on the couch, wrapped around in a blanket, half naked. “You look so scared, it’s pathetic.” he commented while adjusting his bun and combing his fingers through his pitch black hair.