Gojo X Itadori Novels & Stories

"He's a siphoner, which means he can't do magic." Oh. So Jun knows. Right then, he wonders what the hell is he still doing there? He seems to be useless as it is. He has so many questions and he still wants answers. For one, what does Joaquin need from him? There was no way he’s standing in front of someone whose existence is ambiguous if it’s just for show. Joaquin purses his lips, and then he nods, "What's your name, witch?" "Hiro Kitagawa," he answers.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Gojo's face was too close to Aki's face, and he was grinning in a creepy way. "Is there a problem, Miss Aki?" Mr. Gojo asked her. Aki was immediately creeped out. This strange feeling is the same as what she felt in the basement that night. Mr. Gojo's eyes were barely visible because of his exaggerated smile, but Aki could see through his forced smile. Aki turned her head and looked at her own paper. She secretly looked at Raia, who was also looking at her, especially at Mr. Gojo. But when their eyes met, Raia quickly looked away.

These were the only human friends he has had from middle school. “How come you both argue whenever you meet?” asks Mitsuru. “He looks like my doppelganger from a parallel universe!” “She looks like my doppelganger from a parallel universe! Stop copying me!” “Shut up! You copied me first!” “You wanna settle this in a better way?” “Sure… I’ll take you on anytime, any day!” says Ayame with a grin. “Don’t cry after you lose.” Says Akihiko with a smirk. They go to their clubroom and have their lunch there. Before the lunch, Akihiko goes up against Ayame in the RPG game he usually played… And completely destroys her.

It sounds like an erotic song. Jiro held both of Aria's shoulders while Aria wrapped her hands around Jiro's neck. That girl is really a snake! If you can trick Jiro he feels like he belongs! By the way, he is a snake, so his movements are also snakes! The two of them smiled and the pain immediately registered in my heart, Jiro used to smile at me like that but now I don't know what to call his smile. It's like the smile of a dog he gives me.

However, he started to play the first step to catch the gumiho. "Shut up!" snapped of Go Jo Woo to Bellona. Go Jo Woo raised his hand towards Genji, “Is he your friend? I think you are wrong, he is part of our members," he said. “Hey, is your name Go Jo Woo?” Bellona ask fearlessly. Go Jo Woo felt called after Bellona said her name, then eyes started to approach the girl. “How dare you say my real name!” Go Jo Woo growled. Turns out he hated it when his name was mentioned. Surprisingly, Bellona didn't even show any fear to Go Jo Woo. Maybe, because he didn't show a strange face.

"And you won't, now are we going to apologize or what?" ***** Sakiko enters her room and ran to her bed to continue crying. A minute late, Itachi and Itsumi entered and apologized to her. "I am very sorry Sakiko, I didn't mean to hurt you." Sakiko quickly turned to her sister and hugged her, "I don't want to stop being friends with him Itsumi" she said in between sobs. "There, there… It's okay now Sakiko" Itachi consoled her. After some minutes, she calmed down and let go of Itsumi.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

"That little girl was Aera, your ex-girlfriend and her father was Mr Igarashi. The man who adopted Ryuho. The man who became his father and my guardian. Our new family." Aito groaned slightly, wincing in pain. There it was again. That pain in his head. Another memory flashed in his mind. It was also blurry and the voices were distorted but he could make out Mr Igarashi. He couldn't hear what was being said but he could understand that Mr Igarashi was enraged. "Aito, are you okay?" Tobio asked, noticing that Aito was uncomfortable. The pain slowly ebbed and so did the memory. A light sheen of sweat covered Aito's forehead. "I'm fine." He breathed. He poured himself a cup of cold fruit juice a

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