Gojo Satoru ☄️

I avoid contact with my older brothers as much as physically possible. In our younger years, my brothers would push the blame for our mother’s death on me, whenever the occasion arose. A pathetic claim… it is not my fault she failed giving birth to me! She was weak…

*Ahem*—I would always remind them my technique guaranteed my role as father’s successor, or point out the flaws in their stances during training. How they should focus on improving their sorcery skills over slacking off, to gain father’s favor. …I was every thing they should have been to me.

Instead, those useless idiots did the following:

They mix pink dye into my shampoo on multiple occasions.

Changed out all of my kimonos and left me with mother’s old, pink yukata before an important clan meeting.

Forged an arranged marriage contract between myself and Ogi’s failures for me to find.

Locked a cursed spirit in my room to ambush me.

Mix wasabi into my matcha tea.

Convinced Satoru-kun my name was “Naoka,” and as such the whole gathering referred to me as a girl, because no one is allowed to correct Satoru Gojo.

I knew your name was Naoya the whole time.

@24-frames-of-swag-per-second

Like vanilla, my dear. My favorite brand of leave-in conditioner carries a vanilla fragrance.

Like vanilla, my dear. My favorite brand of leave-in conditioner carries a vanilla fragrance.

I avoid contact with my older brothers as much as physically possible. In our younger years, my brothers would push the blame for our mother’s death on me, whenever the occasion arose. A pathetic claim… it is not my fault she failed giving birth to me! She was weak…

*Ahem*—I would always remind them my technique guaranteed my role as father’s successor, or point out the flaws in their stances during training. How they should focus on improving their sorcery skills over slacking off, to gain father’s favor. …I was every thing they should have been to me.

Instead, those useless idiots did the following:

They mix pink dye into my shampoo on multiple occasions.

Changed out all of my kimonos and left me with mother’s old, pink yukata before an important clan meeting.

Forged an arranged marriage contract between myself and Ogi’s failures for me to find.

Locked a cursed spirit in my room to ambush me.

Mix wasabi into my matcha tea.

Convinced Satoru-kun my name was “Naoka,” and as such the whole gathering referred to me as a girl, because no one is allowed to correct Satoru Gojo.

I knew your name was Naoya the whole time.

@24-frames-of-swag-per-second

Like vanilla, my dear. My favorite brand of leave-in conditioner carries a vanilla fragrance.

Like vanilla, my dear. My favorite brand of leave-in conditioner carries a vanilla fragrance.

Like vanilla, my dear. My favorite brand of leave-in conditioner carries a vanilla fragrance.

I avoid contact with my older brothers as much as physically possible. In our younger years, my brothers would push the blame for our mother’s death on me, whenever the occasion arose. A pathetic claim… it is not my fault she failed giving birth to me! She was weak…

*Ahem*—I would always remind them my technique guaranteed my role as father’s successor, or point out the flaws in their stances during training. How they should focus on improving their sorcery skills over slacking off, to gain father’s favor. …I was every thing they should have been to me.

Instead, those useless idiots did the following:

They mix pink dye into my shampoo on multiple occasions.

Changed out all of my kimonos and left me with mother’s old, pink yukata before an important clan meeting.

Forged an arranged marriage contract between myself and Ogi’s failures for me to find.

Locked a cursed spirit in my room to ambush me.

Mix wasabi into my matcha tea.

Convinced Satoru-kun my name was “Naoka,” and as such the whole gathering referred to me as a girl, because no one is allowed to correct Satoru Gojo.

I knew your name was Naoya the whole time.

I avoid contact with my older brothers as much as physically possible. In our younger years, my brothers would push the blame for our mother’s death on me, whenever the occasion arose. A pathetic claim… it is not my fault she failed giving birth to me! She was weak…

*Ahem*—I would always remind them my technique guaranteed my role as father’s successor, or point out the flaws in their stances during training. How they should focus on improving their sorcery skills over slacking off, to gain father’s favor. …I was every thing they should have been to me.

Instead, those useless idiots did the following:

They mix pink dye into my shampoo on multiple occasions.

Changed out all of my kimonos and left me with mother’s old, pink yukata before an important clan meeting.

Forged an arranged marriage contract between myself and Ogi’s failures for me to find.

Locked a cursed spirit in my room to ambush me.

Mix wasabi into my matcha tea.

Convinced Satoru-kun my name was “Naoka,” and as such the whole gathering referred to me as a girl, because no one is allowed to correct Satoru Gojo.

I knew your name was Naoya the whole time.

I avoid contact with my older brothers as much as physically possible. In our younger years, my brothers would push the blame for our mother’s death on me, whenever the occasion arose. A pathetic claim… it is not my fault she failed giving birth to me! She was weak…

*Ahem*—I would always remind them my technique guaranteed my role as father’s successor, or point out the flaws in their stances during training. How they should focus on improving their sorcery skills over slacking off, to gain father’s favor. …I was every thing they should have been to me.

Instead, those useless idiots did the following:

They mix pink dye into my shampoo on multiple occasions.

Changed out all of my kimonos and left me with mother’s old, pink yukata before an important clan meeting.

Forged an arranged marriage contract between myself and Ogi’s failures for me to find.

Locked a cursed spirit in my room to ambush me.

Mix wasabi into my matcha tea.

Convinced Satoru-kun my name was “Naoka,” and as such the whole gathering referred to me as a girl, because no one is allowed to correct Satoru Gojo.

I knew your name was Naoya the whole time.