Gojo has never seen someone like @secretaryshion.bsky.social . They weren't a curse, nor human. A rare sight indeed.

" Fairly tall. Single horn . . Either you're cosplaying, or you're a mythical oni. Which would mean meeting me is pretty unlucky for you. "

In fact, the sorcerer could sense they were more curse like than human. To retain a human form surely is an attest to their strength. But Satoru was not worried. Actually, quite the opposite.

" Not that it matters. You couldn't touch me no matter how hard you tried. "

Gojo would internally repeat various details about the man above him. Most importantly, he gauged their curse energy— or lack thereof. It was a difficult read. It was similar, but it was accompanied by immense pressure. Anyone weak willed would have crumbled at the sight of him.

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" Eugh.. You're a pervert. "

" Can't say I ever been here. Though, I don't normally go grocery shopping. Is the food here high quality? "

Her audible stomach was loud enough for even him to hear. Watching as her embarrassed state quickly walks inside, he couldn't help but stand there and think to himself-

" You're easily embarrassed like him as well. "

And proceeding to head in, Gojo immediately surveys his new surroundings.

" Somehow, I highly doubt that, but you sound so sure of yourself. OK, tell me, what ARE you doing out here at this time of night? "

" You know, if your goal was to remain hidden so you could ambush me, you're doing a lousy job. Just show yourself already. "

This feeling. He's felt it before. Like being stalked by a curse. Being on the receiving end on numerous occasions he's grown numb to the idea of fear. This was the feeling of murderous intent. If @espadapantera.bsky.social thought they could bypass his senses, they would be in for a rude awakening.