❝𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏❞ "Did you...?" The sorceress let out a breath, words coming out jumbled. "Did you mean any of what you said, at the bar? About me not being... wanted." Mikazuki turned to him, her golden eyes so clear he could almost see his reflection. The silence between the two sharpened, a sudden weight and electricity filling his veins while she waited patiently. He'd said those things in haste, poisoned by The Beldam's influence but, even then, a part of it had come from him; from his insecurities and his fears. It wasn't a reflection of who she was, but a reflection of the kind of person he'd become. Gojo's resolve faltered, gaze flickering down to Mikazuki's lips for a brief second before he caught himself. "I want you." Satoru confessed before his brain got the opportunity to catch up to his mouth. - Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive. Kinzoku Mikazuki was the spare. Two incredibly powerful sorcerers discovering what the real meaning of 'equal' is while dismantling the world of jujutsu, one sorcerer at a time. - ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ: ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ & ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 - ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴠɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒊 ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ