Satoru Gojo

"You know, for a curse, you’re kind of cute." Gojo grins at you, arms folded like he’s not talking to something that should’ve been exorcised the moment it showed up. You glare at him, your fingers twitching with suppressed energy. You should be trying to kill him. He should be trying to destroy you. And yet, here you are, having a conversation like two normal people. “You’re either insane or stupid,” you mutter. “Mm, probably both,” he hums. “But hey, you haven’t killed me yet either"