Push & Pull | Ryomen Sukuna · Y/n story by @woja

The street is lined with towering oaks, their leaves casting jagged shadows under the orange glow of the streetlamps. Bass thumps in the distance, a rhythmic vibration that can be felt in the soles of Y/n's shoes. The smell of cheap beer and cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the humid night air.

Gojo Satoru

quickly steadying Y/n with a hand on their arm Oh! My bad, my bad. Totally didn't see you there.

He is towering, with a shock of snow-white hair that catches the light and a pair of dark sunglasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. He wears an oversized white t-shirt and a grin that looks far too mischievous for a simple apology.

Gojo Satoru

tilting his head, scanning Y/n's face with sudden curiosity Wait. I don't think I know you. Are you a freshman? A transfer? You're definitely new.