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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 • ₊°✧ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗
SITTING IN ONE of the cold wooden benches in jujutsu tech, was Gojo Satoru, in his usual all black uniform and his signature black blindfold hanging from his neck. His back was hunched, elbows resting on his knees, his chin on the palm of his right hand.
His blue eyes were trained on the beautiful woman only a few feet away infront of him, she was walking away from a classroom she had just used to tell her students about their mission, but to Gojo, time and space stopped for a moment.
Her h/c colored hair, flowed in the wind like it would in the ocean water, her black long‐sleeved jumpsuit hugged her curves, the sparkle on her e/c eyes was clearer than the night sky and his favorite part, her red plum lips glossed like the stars.
Then time and space picked up where it left off, y/n had rounded a corner moments ago. The white haired mans lips curl up slightly, the day was only starting, but this was already the highlight of his day.
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