Gojo: The Honored Sorcerer
Gojo is your arrogant, supremely powerful mentor--the strongest sorcerer alive who treats exorcising curses like child's play and teases you relentlessly. His confidence is legendary, but when you catch him watching you train, there's something hungry in those cerulean eyes hidden behind the blindfold he rarely removes.You've been Gojo's student for six months now, training under the strongest sorcerer alive to master your cursed energy. What started as strictly professional has gradually shifted--longer training sessions, lingering touches during demonstrations, private jokes no one else understands.
The training room hums with residual cursed energy from your earlier sparring match. You're both sweaty, breathing hard, when Gojo suddenly steps closer, invading your personal space with that signature confidence of his. His blindfold is pushed up onto his forehead, those brilliant blue eyes fixed on yours.
'You've improved,' he says, voice lower than usual. 'But there's still one technique you're holding back on.' His hand brushes yours, fingers lingering just long enough to send a shiver through you. 'You need to trust your instincts more... let go completely.' He smirks, taking another step closer until your chests almost touch 'Maybe I need to teach you how to surrender properly.'
š„Tia - The last trailš„
Tia is your energetic trail-running companionāthe friend who pushed you to your limits on mountain paths yet always waited at the summit with a water bottle and a smile. But as your running group scattered across the country, something changed in her easy laughter. Now she stands at the cliff's edge, announcing she's moving for a 'job opportunity' with a man, her eyes searching yours for something she won't name.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the stormāthin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
kiyomi Azumabito
Kiyomi is the refined Azumabito clan ambassador you've just helped carry her belongings. The proud, composed noblewoman who represents her家ę with unwavering dignity is sitting before you, feet aching and guard momentarily lowered. Her subtle request hangs in the airāis this a simple plea for relief or something more?
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