Gojo Satoru Face Novels & Stories

I straightened my shoulder and put on a smile when he looked my way. "Well, hello," he said, lowering his arm and giving me a megawatt smile. It took me a good five seconds of staring before I could manage a response because Satake Crow in casual dark jeans and a burgundy Henley was the most mouth-watering thing I’d ever laid eyes on. "Hey." "Shall we go?" He asked when I had finished my perusal and met his eyes again. His eyes were darker than usual, his pupils dilated, and I could tell excitement danced on them.

He explained, turning his head to me, a devilish grin growing on his face, “And you can’t even remember one of them.” My eyes widened, and I ripped the photo back into my view, analyzing it until I noticed the same person standing in front of me in the picture, smiling with the rest of us. “Y-you’re…” I stammered out, not able to comprehend what was going on, but growing more and more restless every second. “Fugo Wakataka, not at your service!” He announced, extending his hand for some kind of introduction. I took the moment to let out all of my anger, throwing a fist towards him. Unfortunately, he was able to move out of the way before my punch connected.

“Help! Riley! Ow… Please stop hitting me!” As blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth, he broke down into ragged pleas. “Riley… I know I was wrong… Please let me go…” Riley released him like he was nothing more than trash. Then, she signaled the bodyguards to hold him down again. This time, she picked up the surgical knife from the table, and her left hand traced lightly over his face. “You don’t deserve to have this face.” In one swift motion, the blade came down, and a deep cut split across Leo’s face. Leo struggled violently, his screams turning frantic and broken as pain overwhelmed him. However, Riley simply watched on coldly.

Only Sorata lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, his expression constantly changing, showing unwillingness. What Sorata didn't notice was that Mitaka had been paying attention to him and Mitaka's expression was a bit serious. Monica and Sorata both entered Sakurasou one after another and the relationship between him and the other two was quite similar, and it wasn't that he was more biased, but now, he felt that Sorata was a bit irrational.

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

"Relax, you will get used to it, after all, you are handsome so you can't blame them for gawking at you." "Stop hitting on me, I already have my Ceres." Jisoo said and shrugged off Ayu's hand. "Eew please, you're not even my type." "Excuse me? I'm Jiroo Areios, no one, as in no one can reject this face!" Jiroo exclaimed while motioning his finger all over his face. "I can make everyone fall for me and you are not an exemption!" "I guess, it never works with me and Nami, because we only have eyes for Liam."

I said while having this nervous expression which I hope they don't notice. Elliot and Joaquin looked at us with doubt in their eyes. "Don't you think they're weird, right, Arata?" Joaquin asked Arata, who had just got back in the room. Arata's a first-year like me, and he's pure Japanese, but he grew up here. "I don't know what you're talking about." Arata's kind of cool, and he's close with the upperclassmen since he's Joaquin's childhood friend.

Satoru said with a wide pacific smile that made Iori want to smirk. It was too late for him to be trying to loosen the atmosphere because he crossed the line and he was going to have to pay for that, “Not at all, after everything that had happened, I think it’s the best thing to do,” Iori answered and Satoru sighed motioning for them to sit down, “It’s good to see you again, Hiiragi-san,” Haruki finally said and The president smiled at her brother and shook his hand, Seriously, her brother was taking their plan too lightly if he was still exchanging greetings with the man,

Spontaneously I looked away and swallowed hard because I just got caught! "W-what?" I answered Arta's question nervously. Arta lifted his head from above my thighs, he straightened his body then looked at me with a reliable face, "Are you satisfied with my face?" he asked still expressionless. The unfortunate thing about Arta is that he has a handsome face but minimal expression. He rarely expresses excessively when responding to speech or talking to people.