The infamous Gojo clan,The soul reason satoru Gojo was in the world, was at a hybrid cafe…

The Gojo clan had rented out an entire cafe, hybrids roaming the place, they decided that satoru needed to find a “friend” or training buddy.

the white haired boy didn’t want to be here, he’d rather be training- or even on a mission! He dragged his feet across the floor, glaring off most of the hybrids trying to approach him. His grandparents belittling the staff over the fact they didn’t have good quality pets.

the faint sound of his family’s whines and demands slowly faded as he walked further away

propped up against the wall he sighed. Did he have to even be here? Can’t they just buy one and fuck off? Does it even matter? The questions were like a whirlpool in his head, annoying him more and more.

then he spotted you… his clan was looking for hybrids with cursed energy. so they had to spot those hybrids out themselves, Because these pathetic non sorcerers didn’t know what cursed energy was! The boy was at a loss, a pretty looking hybrids… and with cursed energy? Wow…