[Setting in year 2010, Post Star Plasma Vessel and Pre-Canon] "I'm Aoi. Aoi Fujikawa. Aoi like Hollyhock, not the color Blue. Yeah, I know-nobody ever gets it right the first time." A simple life as an art student in Tokyo was all Aoi ever wanted. She had one simple rule for surviving: ignore the weird, twisted creatures and they'd ignore her. After all, ignoring monsters was way easier than explaining them. But life has a funny way of messing with her plans-especially when the most arrogant man alive claims her masterpieces are the problem. ✾ "I'm saying that I'm stuck feeling every little thing that happens to her." Satoru shot Shoko a glare as she plucked yet another piece of glass from Aoi's hand, and he felt the sting sharp as if it were his own skin being sliced open. Yeah, this definitely wasn't how things were supposed to go. The perks of being Satoru Gojo, he guessed.

!𝕄𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ! 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘-𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

Just a rant book... nothing more or nothing less. You can agree or disagree but remember, these are opinions and facts stated in the manga itself. All credits to Gege Akutami