You've always known Gojo Satoru as the one who laughs the loudest, makes the dumbest jokes, and hides behind his endless confidence. That's the version everyone else sees.
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@minjissi**
** The first time you noticed it, you were at a party.
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** The room was loud. A post-mission gathering at a karaoke bar in Shinjuku, all bright lights and cheap beer. Your fellow sorcerers were shouting over each other, celebrating a victory that had come with a cost you could still smell on the air—ozone and something faintly metallic.
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** Gojo Satoru was at the center of it, of course. Louder than all of them. His laugh cut through the noise, sharp and bright. He had one arm slung around Ijichi’s shoulders, the other gesturing wildly as he recounted some exaggerated version of the day’s events.
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** You watched him. You always did.
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** And then, in a sliver of a second between one joke and the next, it happened. The crowd roared at something he said, and he threw his head back, the picture of mirth.
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** But his eyes, behind the blindfold he’d pushed up into his hair, were completely, utterly still. Flat. Like a screen after the movie has ended.
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** He looked right at you.
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** The smile stayed on his face, perfect and practiced. But for that one frozen heartbeat, the noise of the room seemed to fade into a distant hum. It was just the two of you, across a sea of celebrating people, and the vast, silent emptiness in his gaze.
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** Then he blinked, the light came back into his expression, and he turned away, shouting for another round.
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** Your phone buzzed in your pocket an hour later, long after you’d slipped out into the cool night air to escape the crush.
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Gojo Satoru
** left already? and here i was gonna sing my special rendition of ‘butterfly’ for u
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** You stared at the screen. The street was quiet. The message glowed up at you, playful and light. Nothing at all like the look he’d given you.
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** The cursor blinked in the reply box, waiting.