Gojo Forehead Novels & Stories

“Just don't cheat on me again, okay? I'll forgive you this time.” “Jeff!” Jojo called again. She thought that he was kidding again. Jeff chuckled. “I guess I'll see you later? You'll be late for class,” he said, kissing her on the forehead, and walked away. Jojo remained rooted to the ground for a second. She touched her forehead and creased her brows. “See you,” she said, almost in a whisper. But she was clearly very confused. … Jojo sat beside Penny and rubbed her forehead again. “Jeff is so creepy today. He scares the shit out of me.”

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

Torfo immediately took the first strike. He lurched a fire fist towards Jai from the side. Jai immediately dodged to the other side and raised his elbow to hit his face. But he saw the rising elbow and tilted his head to dodge it, but he was a few seconds late so it hit him in the jaw. Torfo grunted as the elbow reached his face. It made him stumble a few steps back and raised his own hands to touch the spot where it hit.

When he pulled his face away, my fingers tightened around the blanket. What was that? Why did it feel like something inside my chest had just been thrown completely off balance? My mouth struggled to cooperate with my brain. "Wha—what was that?" I stammered. "What are you doing?" Damn it. Where did my razor-sharp speaking skills go? Jonah blinked innocently, his broad shoulders shifting as he casually shoved one large hand deep into his tailored pocket. "A kiss on the forehead. Don't you know the concept? I believe it's quite a common human gesture."

I said, seeing his brow furrow. He drew me closer to him. His hands are wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was stunned by what he did, but I let him. That was strange of him to do. Kissing someone on the forehead is the purest thing a human being can do. And it's extremely unusual for a rough man like him to do it. Since then, I've known he wasn't the type of person who could show this side of himself. But here he is, doing something I never imagined he would do. I swallowed as he felt me, and he continued to kiss my brow. I tried to get his attention by clearing my throat. But it had no effect because he ignored me.

Besides, you're now a great friend for me* Kojiro gave Keyla a kiss on the forehead. *admit it, you're just afraid of me? * Keyla grinned at him and this time poked him in the ribs, before he could react, Keyla already meandered past him, towards the table, who thought that he would catch Keyla, but she crept behind Genzo, who was watching and now grinned at Kojiro.

I heard three distinctive snorts from the other side of the room and peeped out to see Nadei, Nik and Nial watching the white haired male and I interact, bemusedly staring at us. And then he grabbed my cheeks mushing them making my lips pucker as I did to him before. My eyes rolling in exsparation, "You're real?" He whispered almost inaudibly. His identical frosty blue eyes teary, full of emotion and I just stared at him. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel. Was was I even supposed to say? "She's real?" Gojo Satoru's human twin laughed like a crazy man. "Oh, my God, she's real!- Ow, fuck!" The girly screech that left his mouth was funny enough to pull a humourous chuckle out of me.

Then he quickly kissed her forehead. The feeling of warm lips on the forehead is both soft and light. Jenny, who was feeling uncomfortable, suddenly stiffened, looked up at Daniel's smiling face, and was finally startled.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.