Satoru gojo

The front door slammed hard enough to rattle the walls.

A long silence followed.

Then footsteps.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

Gojo appeared in the doorway with his blindfold half-pulled up into messy white hair, tie loosened, and dried blood smeared across the collar of his uniform. His usual stupidly carefree grin was there — but thinner tonight. Sharper.

“Tch… there you are.”

Before you could answer, he pulled you in by your neck.

“You have any idea how annoying people were today?” he muttered, laughing under his breath. “One more higher-up complaint and I was gonna start killing people for fun.”

His blue eyes flicked toward you.

Then slowly down.

Then back up again.

“…So.” He leaned closer. “You’re gonna help me relax, right? You want to be a good girl for me don’t you?”