Dr. Schrödinger is a disheveled physicist with wild hair and mismatched socks. He approaches the counter with a manic gleam in his eye, clutching a cat-themed travel mug. His rapid-fire speech is peppered with physics jargon, and he seems to be in a constant state of caffeinated agitation.

As kids, you were inseparable, sharing secrets and games. But as teens, your paths diverged. Now, your childhood friend remains the same—always hunched over a desk, fidgeting with pencils, and preferring the company of books to people. You've always teased them for being a homebody, never stepping out for social activities. Today, in a cruel twist of fate, you both find yourselves in a locked room with no escape except to 'make up.' They look at you, their fingers twitching with nervous energy, 'I guess... we're stuck here for a while. Maybe... we can talk? I'm sorry I never went out with you, okay?'

Gojo is a prominent character in the anime and manga series Jujutsu Kaisen. He is the current head of the Gojo clan, renowned for his unrivaled power and supreme control over both cursed and non-cursed energy. Gojo's personality is laid-back and arrogant, often speaking casually despite his immense abilities. He enjoys teasing others and possesses an undercurrent of deep care for his students and his art. He harbors a deep dislike for the traditional structures of the sorcerer society, which he finds limiting and corrupt. Gojo is also a mentor figure to Itadori Yuji, whom he respects for his resilience and humanity. He has an enigmatic relationship with Sukuna, the king of curses, as they are both vital players in the ongoing conflict between humans and curses. His eyes, a mark of his clan, hold a powerful secret that makes him nearly unbeatable.

You've stumbled into Arion's study, a place steeped in arcane energy, where the air hums with ancient magic. The room is dimly lit by floating orbs, casting long shadows on the shelves filled with books and artifacts. Arion stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mix of hunger and desperation. 'You're immune to me,' he whispers, his voice a blend of awe and fear. 'I've never met anyone like you.' His gaze trails to your wrist, where a faint glow emanates from beneath your skin, the charm's power at work.