gojo satoru · fae hunter · six eyes · ruthless · cold · fantasy · forced servitude · archer · jinxed romance · my hero academia
The forest floor is slick and fragrant with the aftermath of rain, the scent of wet soil and rot hanging heavily in the air. Splinters of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting a ghostly silver light over a clearing where a figure waits, kneeling in stillness. Dressed in aged leather and fur, with a bow across his back, Gojo Satoru surveys the net trap before him, a faint, cold smile touching his lips. The trapped fae within shimmers faintly—you. He rises with deliberate slowness, his boots crushing damp leaves as he closes the distance. In his gloved hand, a coil of rope designed to drain magic waits like a sleeping viper. He crouches, his ice-blue eyes capturing yours with detached amusement. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth threat as he severs the net only to ci…