Gojo Satoru Face Novels & Stories

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

He comments as he collects the daggers from him. Akio shrugs, his long shiny hair shifting with the motion. “That’s what makes me so hard to catch.” He grins and for a moment it’s almost like he’s a younger version of Gojo Sensei but with better hair, better genes, and a shittier sense of style. As Sensei dismisses him, he winks at me and gives William a thumbs-up. Leave it to Akio to support opposing sides at the same time.

My sudden movement startled him, a gruff, half-conscious groan escaping his lips, but it was the laughter across the room that made me freeze. “Good morning,” Nitta drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. My head snapped toward the source of the voice, only to find Gojou and his sons standing there like spectators at some absurd comedy show. Gojou, as calm and collected as ever, sipped his coffee from an armchair, while Fukui stood lazily scrolling through his phone. Nitta, of course, looked smugger than anyone had a right to be. “It’s nice to see you two bonding so well,” Gojou said smoothly, his expression unreadable as his gaze swept over me.

Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera. "I would have believed it was Kiroto..." He had green eyes just like Mr and Mrs Hiomi. The bottom of the frame read "Hiomi family" "I didn't know your eye colors change when you grow up" Kurosava said with a wicked smile. He clenched the frame tightly "My stupid brother giving the entire enterprise to this brat... This brat who is not even his own blood!" He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror.

I turned to see Jiro standing next to me, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, studying Saki with a subtle intensity. “Everything okay?” Jiro’s voice was low, laced with a quiet possessiveness that was unmistakable. Saki’s gaze flickered between us, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. Just catching up with an old friend of Haru’s. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I could feel the slight tension radiating from Jiro, though his face remained neutral. He wasn’t openly confrontational, but there was something about the way he positioned himself beside me that sent a clear message: I was his.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

She says, in all fake seriousness, while staring at me solemnly. We both burst into laughter at the same time. I laugh so much, my poor throat feels like it’s on fire. Not to be outdone, Saeko is basically cackling. “A Jpop idol? With this face?”. I’m laughing so much, it’s hard to get the words out. Just the thought of it has me bursting into another round of laughter. “Yeah, that face…”, Saeko though, is no longer laughing. “You shouldn’t underestimate that face Sorahiko”. She smiles brightly at me again. “That is the face of an extremely dependable guy”.

Hiroshi can see the anger that is very visible in the face of his fiancée and he can't understand why does Melissa acts like that. "baby, what is taking you both so long? Eiji it's been a while, how have you been?" said Satoru who got tired of waiting inside the room and went out to see what is taking them so long. Eiji saw Satoru and greeted him back with a nod and hug like how they usually do. While Yuuta on the other hand kept on staring at Melissa who is also staring at him.

“Thanks, Satoru-kun!!” The guy smiled. “Yeah. See you, Cynthia.” “It’s Cynthia-tan for you!” Cynthia stuck her tongue out again. The guy, Satoru, turned around to leave, but Jai didn’t move from his spot because he wanted to see the guy’s face. The man had strong jawline and smooth face. Wolf cut for hairstyle with bright red color, and streaks of orange. He was also wearing an earring on his left ear, wolf head earring made in silver color. He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him.

He also had an eyebrow and a lip piercing which made him look like a bad boy but his face still retained some softness. "Megumi Kouga..." Aito mused, ransacking his memories and a small one sprouted. He could remember occasionally talking to someone with that same face in high school. Only that there were no piercings at that time. Aito felt they weren't close but they were on good terms. He was surprised to remember something without that awful headache. "I think I remember now. Football team right? The handsome guy who never got a girlfriend"