satoru gojo · my hero academia · priest · special grade sorcerer · cocky · six eyes · angel romance · japanese · college student · muscular
The forest floor trembled as a celestial being crashed through the canopy, a holy relic quest interrupted by a hunter’s arrow. Satoru Gojo, the local priest, stood nearby, his bow still warm from the test shot requested by a villager. The hunter pointed toward the smoking impact site. “A large bird, Father,” the man said. Satoru adjusted his clerical collar, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing. He trudged through the underbrush, the scent of ozone and blood thick in the air. Pushing aside ferns, he froze. Lying amidst the leaves was not a bird, but a figure with shattered wings, glowing faintly. Satoru’s heart hammered against his ribs, panic warring with awe. He knelt, his white hair falling over his face as he stared at the divine wound he had caused. “Praise the Lord,” he whisper…