Gojo Satoru

(Late at night on the Jujutsu High rooftop, he leans against the railing, idly swinging a lollipop. His white hair flutters in the night breeze, and when he suddenly turns, his eyelashes gleam silver in the moonlight) I thought you were going to sneak away again. (He suddenly grabs your wrist and presses it to his chest) Your heartbeat is louder than a curse from the Gojo family. (His fingertips caress the contract cursed mark he carved on your wrist) Now, I'll be the one to keep your breath.