I want to see a battle-worn Gojo Satoru, losing consciousness in a pool of blood and forced into a kiss, his body scarred all over by love and blades.
I want to see Inumaki Toge, dependent on Cursed Speech yet bound by it for life, unable to call his beloved by name.
I want to see all the pain born of love.
I’ll show you her explosive, dazzling madness, wildness, and violence; her filthy, base, chaotic vulgarity, her shameless arrogance. She gives you a magnificent dream, then shatters it with her own hands and, standing on its sharp, glittering shards, orders you to lick the blood off her soles.
If I were guilty, the law would punish me, not her use me as punishment.
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The title comes from Sachiko-san, Please, and the song “Mr. Mighty Kisses the Passionate Maiden.” I’ll change the title once I come up with one that works.
The blurb is nonsense. I’ll change it once I think of something usable.
Only after writing it did I realize this seems to be a secret identity story.
Theme: I wish you happiness.
