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Gojo Satoru | Addiction Starts Early

-----------► It is no secret that Gojo Satoru is for the streets. Gojo always had one rule and one rule only. No strings attached. However, after routinely engaging in one-night stands for years, it was inevitable that some of his hook-ups would catch feelings for Gojo. Although through years of experience, he had long mastered the art of tying up the loose ends as soon as business is finished - either by vanishing before sunrise or lie his way out. Both, he had expertise in. All was well until one particular Sunday evening, when Gojo spent a glorious night for a hook-up that could only be described as unforgettable and heavenly, woke up to a cold empty bed. No messages, no nothing. With his hurt pride, Gojo reluctantly accepted his karma, certainly not expecting that months later, to be bumping to the very person when out on a mission.

Gojo enjoyed the breeze in a rural setting once in a while.

"Come on now~." Gojo cooed playfully. "Curses shouldn't hold back now, should they?" He tutted, speaking as if he was lecturing a misbehaving child.

A grating shriek slipped from the curse, tightening its clutch of the double headed axe, the special grade tool Gojo was asked to retrieve. But one look from Gojo, the unfortunate thing coiled back, letting a softer shriek, so small it was drowned out by the trickling river in the background. The curse wobbled back, his lone eye staring intently at Gojo as it moved backwards, the series of movements uncannily human-like.

"That's no good..." Gojo shook his head disapprovingly. "I guess it's on me for expecting too much." He followed up with a dramatic sigh. "The special grades lately are nothing but disappointments."

It wasn't just plain provocation, it was also words of truth.

He had been so sure he would be entertained by this new special grade. After all, it wasn't all that common to find a special grade equipping itself with a special graded tool. He should have never had his hopes up.

Still, Gojo decided to generously give the curse another chance.

And to his interest, it suddenly halted. Its erratic twitching movements could only mean its growing agitation, seemingly affected by Gojo's previous provocations. Its paw-like hands gripped on to the double-headed axe harder, although this time, out of anger.

It charged towards Gojo, who didn't have any means of moving. He yawned, squeezing a tear out of his eyes.

Boring.

A genuine sigh slipped from Gojo's glossed lips. It was hopeless. Solely from looking at the pathetic flow of its cursed energy, Gojo knew it would merely be another one second job.

He strolled languidly towards the curse, deciding that he had betters things to do than to mess around with a curse - a boring one at that. He'd rather use his time more wisely, like deciding the answer to the single most difficult question he has to face everyday.

What's for diner.

His mind drifted to the endless options he could have while entrusting his body on autopilot. He brought his hands up, his index and middle finger pointing upwards, a small surge of energy activated on the top of his fingertip.

He decided he's inclining towards ramen today. Or did he prefer fried rice?

Red swelled above his fingertips.

Or maybe he should just go out for dinner.

The small ball of energy continued to accumulate.

Speaking of which, when was the last time he fucked?

The curse accelerated its speed.

It has been quite some time, maybe a few months. Yup, he has been working way too much lately, gotta have some lack at times, he nodded to himself.