Under the soft glow of the city lights, Gojo Satoru — without his blindfold, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers — pulls the brown-haired, green-eyed girl into a sudden, tight embrace. Her breath catches as the wind swirls around them on the rooftop, his faint smirk hinting at words left unspoken.

Under the soft glow of the city lights, Gojo Satoru — without his blindfold, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers — pulls the brown-haired, green-eyed girl…

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