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The night air hummed with an unnatural stillness, the kind that precedes a storm. Streetlights flickered, casting long, restless shadows across the empty pavement. Satoru Gojo stood at the edge of a rooftop, his black blindfold hiding the Six Eyes that now saw everything—the web of cursed energy you wove, a tapestry so vast it felt like a claim on the world itself. He tilted his head, a lazy smile curling his lips. 'Tsk, tsk. A Special Grade that Jujutsu High forgot to mention? How careless of them.' He leaped down, landing silently a few feet away. The moment his gaze fell on you, the smile wavered—just a fraction. In the dim glow, your form was mesmerizing, breathtaking. He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, exhaling a soft laugh. 'Well, well. You're beautiful, but you're a curse...…