dilf!izu who makes you squirt for the first time after swearing you knew your body enough to know you couldnโt. ๐ซข
donโt say dilf! izu and not expect me to reboot- DILF IZU??? d-dilf izuuuu????
i can hear the false sympathy now, those skilled fingersโฆgoodness, squirting or not- CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TALENTED THAT MAN IS WITH HIS HANDS with his cock too butโ
heโs got this shit eating grin if you do squirt (bc not everyone does and thatโs perfectly fine, nothing wrong with a lil creamer โฆin your coffee) heโs going to go after that repeatedly.
โawe messy baby, you doubted me and now look at you. you got us both wet.โ
โi know itโs a lot puppy, but keep those legs open for me-โ
โlet it out, come on let go for me- ah look at that, my pretty little water fountain.โ
โtold you, daddy knows this pretty pussy inside and out.โ
๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซim-
but for my creamers-
izuku likes you messy, likes how frothy you get when heโs plunging that heavy cock in and out, back n forth. likes pulling out of you and seeing that glossy, sticky ring around his shaft. he loves playing with you, making you all wet and gooey beyond compare, slides his fingers in your swollen cunt just to pull them free to see that long bridge of slick connecting him to you still.
โmy..god, such a pretty thing, making sweet syrup down here,โ before sucking his fingers clean-
dilf izu โฆfuck- with his under cut, some gray hairs, fat softening up his muscles. big n bulky, hairier, huskier voice. im crying down my thighs rn BYE
Just like your regular dreams and nightmares, PTSD nightmares are not going to be a straightforward recollection of events. Itโs going to be fragments of what your brain is trying to process while youโre asleep.
hey yall, iโm sorry to say this, but there wonโt be an update this week. i just recently had a death in the family, so weโre taking this time to spend with each other
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hello everyone! I am officially back from the dead. Iโm currently working on this, as it is my Big Project, so if youโre interested, go show it some love!
doing that silly little lipstick tiktok trend to the song โk.โ by cigarettes after sex with them. when you pan the camera to him wiping away your smudged lipstick and heโs just staring at you with so much adoration and a little smile on his lipsโface covered in kiss marks. which causes you to smile hard at the sight. once the audio cuts off and the video stops you turn to him, โsee that was fun wasnโt it?โ and heโs completely zoned or now just staring at your lipsโhis slightly parted. you know exactly what he wants now and you wouldnโt hesitate to lean in to lock your lips with his. once you pull out of the kiss heโs cheesing and is all, โif thereโs ever anymore trends like that donโt even ask me, iโll do it no questions asked.โ
you and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.
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Summary : you've come to visit Japan to meet these two boys you met online. Though Satoru can't speak English and you can't speak Japanese, the two of you still fall in love. Very cute. Very cheesy. Oh no... wait is there a tension between you and his best friend, too? Oh boy...
Warnings : romantic tension with Suguru / potential love triangle, cat scratch
Note : i think of this fic a lot and i found the continuation hiding out in my drafts sooo here ๐
Readme? : part 1 and original
๐ More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open
Satoru blinks awake to see your face. His heart beats harder.
็ตๅฑๆจๆฅใฏๅคขใงใฏใชใใฃใใฎใ๏ผ
Yesterday was not a dream after all?
He's not an early bird at all, but from the first day of your visit he magically woke up early as if his soul was too excited to sleep when it knew you were right there, in the flesh. No screen. Just you.
When the first day starts, it feels like you've always been together. Was there ever a screen separating the two of you? And were you really going to disappear behind one again in just a month?
ไปใฎใจใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใใซ็ใพใใใใซๆใใฆใใพใใๅฝผๅฅณใ่จชๅใ็ตใใฆๅบ็บใใใจใใ็งใฏ็ฉบๆธฏใง่ตคใๅใฎใใใซๆณฃใใใจใซใชใใจๆใใพใใ
For now, she feels like she's here to stay. I think I'm going to cry like a baby at the airport when she leaves after her visit.
Morning routines are carried out. The sky is cloudy at first, threatening rain, and by the time you three cluster into the kitchen to make breakfast together, it starts raining.
You and Satoru banter like two cats. Suguru's morning rasp is very strong.
"Satoru... uh... sugar?" you ask, preparing to make yourself a second one and automatically making Satoru another one, since he looks still very bleary-eyed even after spending an hour freshening up in the bathroom.
"...? Yes?" he tilts his head, then you raise the sugar cube jar. "Yes. Uh... four. Thank you."
Suguru's blushing because of the cute tension between you and his best friend. It fills the whole kitchen, which already felt full with their two bodies and a third one now. Everyone keeps bumping elbows and yet not complaining about it, in fact it's enjoyable to be squished together. Maybe because you three waited so long to be together in person, you don't mind it. There's a silent, ever-present comedy in the air about the tight proximity.
You hum happily, tossing in one, two, three... four? That's a lot of sugar. "Suguru, tell Satoru he mustn't have so much sugar all the time. It's not good for his health."
Suguru laughs. "I try to tell him that every day. But his sweet tooth is incurable."
"His dentist must hate him." you smirk at Satoru, who's been looking at you blushingly after hearing his name mentioned.
ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฃฐใไปใงใฏไธ็ชๅฅฝใใช้ณใ ใจๆใใพใใ
I think her voice is my favorite sound now.
ใใไธๅบฆ็งใฎๅๅใ่จใฃใฆใใ ใใใ
Please say my name again.
"Satoru? Coffee?" you interrupt his lovey-dovey thoughts and he suddenly reanimates himself, because for a moment there he zoned out and just stared at you with those pretty eyes.
"Mmm... thanks." he takes the coffee from you with a noticeable timidness that you can't quite explain. There's a lot about him that's indescribable, you're having a small internal crisis; aren't you supposed to be fluent in English? And yet you can't even begin to describe just how sweet and gentle Satoru behaves. The most you can do is use metaphors that barely justify him.
"Suguru, tell her... her voice is nice, and also sorry for cuddling you in my sleep (and that she can definitely kick me away at night if it bothers her.) Also!" (the three of you head into the living room, and Suguru habitually trips over the cat who stalks under his feet too quietly to notice) "Also tell her... if it rains today, does she still want to go out? Because if we go out in the rain, she might get sick. And I don't want her to get sick on her trip. Not that I'd mind taking care of you, Y/n, of course."
Suguru lets out a long sigh and pulls a funny face. You smile amusedly.
"...It's too early to be a translator..." he grumbles in English after Satoru overloads him.
"What? C'mon tell her everything I said!"
"Let me have my coffee first. How about the two of you write to each other?" he suggests, putting the rim of the cup to his lips and sipping languidly.
"Eh, fine." Satoru pouts, and stalks off into his bedroom to get his phone.
Then, when he's in his bedroom, his chest flutters for some reason when he sees your suitcase standing there opened and emptied into the free cupboard space. He takes his phone, smiles at the homely feeling of seeing your belongings in his room, and leaves.
"Oh..." he has a sudden idea, and remembers the magnetic drawing board that's hanging in the kitchen. He and Suguru usually use it for writing reminders to each other, like get milk or you're an idiot or sometimes it has doodles of Mint the cat with sunglasses on.
So he returns to you with this magnetic drawing board, and points at it meaningfully, then holds one finger up and bows his head as he begins writing very slowly.
Suguru's checking the weather forecast and muttering sour complaints under his breath to you. "Of course it would rain for three days just when you arrive... at least by the weekend it will be clear and sunny..."
"Mmm... it's alright. A little rain never hurt nobody." you respond.
"I like your optimism." Suguru compliments flippantly at first, but then continues; "It's really uplifting. I think Satoru said something about you being a joy once, he said it really poetically but I can't recall it now."
"Aw..." you dip your head beneath your coffee cup, hiding the bashful expression on your face, which Suguru chuckles at.
And then, for a long moment, you just stare and watch Satoru writing on the board. You're completely captured in this moment, completely captivated in his enveloping presence as he sits next to you. He has slow, meticulous wrist movements. His knees press together, like he's worried that he'll invade your personal space if he sits too comfortably close to you. Funny, considering he cuddled you all night and you had no complaints about it.
He's writing very simply and neatly, just like how he texts you. You're a bit baffled by the characters he's using, though he's trying his best to avoid using any kanji knowing that you don't know a lot of it. He's sure you can figure things out by slowly pronouncing each hiragana character, or at least he hopes.
"Here." he hands you the magnetic drawing board, and then raises from the couch to go feed the cat.
"Minto-Minto... " he calls after the cat and makes a small cute sound to lure her out.
You're trying to read each hiragana character, eyes squinting a bit.
Suguru leans in close to you. He just takes a look, but the proximity for some reason gives both of you butterflies.
"Ooh... that's cute." Suguru comments after reading what Satoru wrote. His voice reaches deep in your tummy.
"Hm... I'll spell it out and... figure it out... anyways, why did you name your cat Mint?"
"Oh... well. There's two reasons. So the first..." he sets down his coffee, like he's about to tell you a great story, "Is because Satoru watched this show called Tokyo Mew Mew growing up, and he liked the character Minto. So he calls her Minto. And then I agreed on calling her that, but I call her Mint, because I hate mint the herb."
"You โ haha, wait what? You call her Mint because you hate mint?"
"Yes. I hate mint, both the herb and the cat. She hates me too, clearly." Suguru raises his hand to remind you of how the cat scratched him the night before.
"Such a cute Hello Kitty sticker..." you tease.
"Thank you. Only the manliest men wear Hello Kitty Bandaids."
"How did she scratch you anyways...?"
"Oh, she likes to hang out in the washing machine if Satoru accidentally leaves it open. And when I try take her out of her comfy spot, she scratches me."
You sympathize, "Poor thing."
"What, the cat or me?" Suguru laughs.
"The cat." you lie teasingly.
"Wow! And here I thought you were being sympathetic!" he raises his brows.
You giggle and look at him, eyes finally making contact โ ooh no that's bad bad bad, better break it immediately. So the two of you look away like you've both just indulged in a taboo intimacy. His stomach flips.
"Minto has been fed. She gave me cuddles." Satoru comes back into the room, and you admire the feeling he brings with him.
"No scratches?" Suguru asks.
"No, obviously, she loves me more than you." Satoru cheeks.
"Fuck you, haha."
Satoru makes his voice lower and leans to Suguru, "(Did she figure out what I wrote yet?)"
"Y/n did you figure out what he wrote?" Suguru asks.
"I'm trying so hard. What does this part mean...?"
Suguru shakes his head and puts his hands up. "Like I said, I'm not Mr Translator in the mornings."
"But you've had your coffee! Please, just this part..." you beg, and he can't deny that sweet begging. He easily folds for it, just like when Satoru begs for anything.
"Okay, where โ this? Uh... Satoru your handwriting isn't usually this neat, is it...? That part means... 'voice'."
"Oh... ohhh!" you suddenly realize, and then the boys swoon over you when you pronounce the characters out loud to yourself.
"Uh... I think I know what it means..." you feel your cheeks warm up from the crown to your jawline.
"I like your voice, too." you respond to Satoru, and he half-gets it and gives you a thumbs up.
"Thanks."
You look at each other and then promptly look away with shy smiles.
"You two are cute." Suguru comments.
"Ahah... ahah shut up... hey, the sky has cleared up." you point out.
"Ooh... it cleared up 'cuz Satoru walked back into the room."
You awe at what he said.
"?"
"Nothing."
"Hey, Translator โ (stop talking about me behind my back!)"
Suguru chuckles, "I wasn't! I was just โ never mind. Let's get ready to head out."
And so you head into Satoru's bedroom to get ready, and Suguru heads into his bedroom, and Satoru himself goes into the cramped bathroom. Poor boy. He's really too tall for that archway, he bumped his head again.
ๅฝผๅฅณใซ่ฑใ่ฒทใฃใฆใใใในใใงใใใใ๏ผใใใจใใกใใฃใจๅคใใใพใใ๏ผ
Should I buy her flowers? Or is it a bit too much?
๏ผใชใใฆใใจใ ๏ผใใชใใใฎใทใฃใใซใฏ็ฉดใ้ใใฆใใใฎใงใใใ๏ผ
(Oh my god), why does this shirt have holes?
The door slides open, he steps out of the bathroom half-dressed, and intends to quickly slip into Suguru's bedroom to borrow a shirt instead of awkwardly knocking on his bedroom door and disturbing you.
But oh, you know what? The cheesiest possible thing happens instead. The universe likes making Satoru's life a little more fun in odd times. So the two of you encounter each other in the hallway; you're fully clothed and he's got just pants and socks on.
He stutters once, swallows awkwardly, and even more awkwardly places his hand on your head as if to say sorry for this inconvenience.
But you laugh in response to the funny situation.
ใใใใพใใใฎ็พใใ็ฌใๅฃฐใ
Ah, that beautiful laugh again.
"Sorry." he mutters, and disappears to go get a shirt from Suguru.
"It's okay." you reply.
The image of your pretty smile is burned in his head.
You can hear him telling Suguru something in the other room, and then you hear Suguru's muffled laugh as a response.
"(Don't laugh! I'm embarrassed! She's seen me shirtless now! No one's seen me shirtless except you!)"
"(You're such a virgin.)"
"(Say that again, I dare you.)"
"(Sorry, I don't understand you. I don't speak virgin, only English and Japanese.)"
You're wondering why Satoru sounds so embarrassed and annoyed, and then he groans down the hallway. It feels like you're their roommate, it's funny.
"Hi."
"Hi."
The two of you encounter each other in the hall again. This time he has a shirt, yes. And this time Suguru is there, too, and he's holding back an amused smile. He fluffs Satoru's hair as a way of embarrassing him more.
So Satoru leaves, and he leaves in such a way that it's super comedic, making you and Suguru laugh. Ooh, what a laugh that boy has; his Addam's apple shifts up and down deliciously.
"Ah... Suguru? I need help with the washing machine..."
"Yes...?"
"...this kid on the plane who sat next to me, he spilled strawberry juice all over my shirt and now it's sticky."
"But at least it smells like strawberries, right?" he jokes. "You can put it in the washing machine, I'll be doing the laundry in a second anyways..." there is a small moment of eye contact shared, then Suguru looks down, and frowns at something he sees, "(SATORU YOU LEFT YOUR SOCK ON THE FLOOR AGAIN!)"
"(Haha, sorry.)" you hear Satoru half-heartedly apologize from the other room.
So Suguru picks up the sock like an annoyed mother and goes to lecture Satoru.
"(You're embarrassing me in front of our guest. For the love of god, don't leave your goofy ass socks on the floor. What if she slips on them?)"
"(You're such a mother, Suguru.)"
You're calmly and casually going to put your juice-stained shirt in the washing machine like Suguru said, but then...
(the boys are talking and there's just this hilariously dramatic scream from the laundry room)
"DID THE CAT SCRATCH YOU?"
"(Did the cat scratch her?)"
"Ow, y-yeah!" you whine.
Suguru's the first one at the crime scene, and he picks up the cat and proceeds to lecture the cat as if it understands Japanese. It licks its lips and nubby nose and has an evil stare. You giggle.
"I'm so sorry... come, uh โ (Suguru, we still have Hello Kitty adhesives somewhere, right?)" Satoru instinctually holds your hand that got scratched.
And he holds it so tenderly and caringly that it makes your whole chest quake for him.
ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆใฎๅทใฏใจใฆใๅฐใใชใใฎใงใใใใใใงใ็งใฏๅฟ่ใใใฏใใฏใใใฎใๆใใพใใใ
Although the wound on her hand was very small, I still felt my heart tingle.
He leads you to his bedroom, picking up some adhesives and antiseptic on the way, and sits with you on the unmade beds. You watch his fingers nimbly peeling the plastic off the adhesive, admiring how swiftly and perfectly he does even the littlest things. He has such a great attention to detail, it makes you self-conscious; is he thinking of you with the same attention to detail as everything else? Yes... he is.
He dabs some antiseptic on your small scratch, and then gently wraps and pats the Hello Kitty adhesive around it. You're pretty sure he's the one who bought them. Oh, if only you could ask him, but where even is your phone? Lost in a void somewhere, probably.
"Thank you, Satoru."
His eyes light up. His heart thumps. Why did those small, simple words have such a great effect on him?
"Mhm." he hums in acknowledgement. "You're welcome."
ใใชใใฎๅทใใใฃใจ่ฏใใชใใใใซใญในใใใใงใใ
I want to kiss your wounds to make them better.
A second after thinking this and looking at your hand, he brings it to his lips and presses a very delicate kiss to the edge of your wrist, where the small cut spanned up to the base of your palm. Can you even call it a kiss? It's more like his lips graze your skin, hovering timidly.
And for some reason... the atmosphere becomes very intimate. Is it because of the place where he kissed you? The inner wrist has never occurred to you to be an intimate spot, and yet you're feeling as if he just kissed you on the lips.
You hear him audibly swallow, like he's conscious of this, too. The both of you become very aware of the tension in the atmosphere.
And then he looks apologetic, as if he overstepped a boundary. So you mutter a small, whispery "thanks..." which lifts his heart up into his throat and reassures him that you don't mind the intimacy.
"Mmm..." he blinks at you, pursing his lips.
His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, and it feels like he's about to... well you know his body just wants to... he sort of...
"Hey, how's the wounded patient?" Suguru interrupts, and you and Satoru spring apart like you're elastic bands that just got released after being stretched.
"Ahah, I'm okay. It's not a bad scratch." you lift your hand, "I'll cherish this Hello Kitty Bandaid forever, thank you."
"Yeah, Satoru bought 'em so you can thank him."
"I knewww he bought them, haha! So expected... cutiepie." you admire Satoru, and he's pretty sure that the last thing you said is some cute nickname, so he smirks.
"Okay, well... anyways, let's head out before the sun rises too high and it gets too hot to walk."
ยฉ arminsumi
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a/n: tagging @shotorus in this bc sel your sleepy gojo thoughts made me unable to stop thinking about this idea I've wanted to write. I know this is so different to the vibes of what you were talking about but I figured you deserved the tag since this lil drabble finally made its way out of my head bc of you <3 (pls don't feel like you need to read this I'm nervy just tagging you lol)
Gojoโs keys clang loudly against the bowl on the table in the entryway, and he has half a mind to cringe at the noise, seeing as itโs so late and youโre probably asleep by now. He unzips his jacket as he drags his feet in the direction of the bedroom, heaving out a sigh and finally letting his shoulders relax a little, letting some of the tension heโs been harboring for days leave his body. He's so tired that he feels like he could fall asleep in his clothes without even crawling beneath the duvet, though he knows he should at least shower first. But that's all forgotten when he steps into the warm glow spilling into the hallway from the light on your nightstand, and he hesitates for a moment when he notices that you're not asleepโin fact, you're very much awake, like you've been waiting for him.
Your gaze darts up when you see the figure in the doorway, a smile immediately lighting up your face. โYouโre home,โ you say as you set aside the book you were reading and pull your headphones off.
Gojo raises an eyebrow, making his way to the edge of the bed where you rise onto your knees to meet him. โYouโre still up?โ
And you nod, shrugging one shoulder slightly as you bring your hands up to cup his face. โOf course. Canโt really sleep well when Iโm waiting for you to come back from a mission, ya know?โ You say it so casually, but it makes him frown knowing youโre referring to the nineteen agonizing days he was gone from you. You lean in to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss that has him grasping your waist and pulling you flush against him.
โWell, as much as I wish you wouldnโt stay up just for me, Iโm glad you did,โ he murmurs into your mouth.
โMmm,โ is all you hum in response, pushing your fingertips underneath his blindfold. And then you kiss his nose, then his forehead, and then briefly his lips again.
And those lips fall into probably the prettiest pout youโve ever seen. โYou gonna take it off?โ he asks, his voice low, and normally the tone would have you moving quickly to take everything off of him, but not tonight. Tonight, his voice is low with exhaustion, and you'd noticed the way it seemed to seep into his bones the moment he entered the room.
โNo,โ you say softly, and he nearly whines, โyouโre tired. Your eyesโโ You gently let your fingertips smooth across his eyelids over the blindfold โโIโm sure they need the rest.โ
Gojo had a penchant for coming home with migraines after missions, all that time with his blindfold off to help him fight draining him and making his eyes even more sensitive than normal, and youโre sure tonight is no different.
โBut I want to see you.โ
The corner of your mouth tilts up. โI may not know exactly how your technique works, Satoru, but I know you can see me.โ
And this time he does whine, squeezing your waist and pressing his forehead against yours. โYou know itโs not the same. I wanna see you.โ
You hum, stringing him along like youโre thinking about it and toying with the edge of the black fabric. โOkay,โ you finally say, โjust a peek, yeah?โ Before he even has a chance to respond you're lifting it off and dropping it to the side. His hair falls around his face, messier than it normally is, and you gently brush it back.
Gojo blinks a couple of times to adjust his eyes to the light, and your chest tightens at the sleepy smile he gives you, at the way his eyes seem dimmer than usual. โHi,โ he whispers.
And youโre suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion that has you blinking back tears. โHi.โ You cup his face again, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. โI missed you.โ
He flashes you a grin. โAww, no need to miss me too much, you know I canโt stay away from you.โ
And you both know itโs his attempt to lighten the mood, to pretend that someday there's going to be a time when youโre not waiting up for him, when you can be at peace despite knowing his responsibilities will always take him away for days at a time, when he's not carrying the weight of the world on his shouldersโwhen there's not a very real possibility that someday he may not come home to you.
So you decide that today you two will pretend, and you let your tears fall, giving him a wobbly smile. โI know.โ
Gojoโs in the middle of an important meeting, but chatting with his wife and daughter is his only priority.
โSatoru, can you please get off of your damn phone?โ
Holding up a finger to the frustrated CEO as if to say, โgive me a minute,โ Gojo laughed casually as he kept his phone pressed against his ear.
The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the companyโs headquarters.
โReally?โ Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. โAnd what else did you do? Whatโd you learn at school today?โ
Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to โ his beloved five year old daughter.
โYou learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, thatโs amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? Weโre just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-โ
โSatoru.โ
The CEO called the sorcererโs name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.
โDaddyโs gotta hang up soon, heโs in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?โ
As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.
โThis is ridiculous, Gojo,โ the older man grumbled. โItโs rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!โ
โYeah?โ Gojo raised his eyebrows. โIf my daughter calls me, Iโm going to answer. And youโre crazy if you think Iโm not going to speak to my wife as well.โ
โBut we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-โ
โNo, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.โ
For a moment, as the CEO sighed heavily in frustration, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo suddenly spoke up.
โHi baby,โ Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. โDid you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? Youโre right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . Iโll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and thatโs not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.โ
Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.
โHey, where are you going?โ The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.
โIโm going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so Iโm not staying here for a stupid meeting.โ
The CEOโs protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.
And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo had ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and heโd always make it home, no matter what.
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