When Gojo Satoru met Kamijou Sora for the first time, she and the special curse spirit were sleeping soundly, face to face.
Satoru: How on earth did you manage to sleep with that kind of thing?
Sora: I don't know, maybe it's a matter of mood? [Filters are good civilization. Jpg]
Enlightenment: So, if you can sleep with a super-class curse spirit, does your aesthetic really have no problem?
Sora: When are you going to tell this story?
Enlightenment: Until I'm satisfied!
Sora: Then tell me, I am attracted to your aesthetics, is there any problem?
Enlightenment: I don't know at the moment whether you want to prove that you have no problem with aesthetics, or whether you want to compare me with that curse spirit [Mixed Feelings. Jpg]
The characters will definitely be OOC, so as a person who eats fried dough sticks, why should I write this...
Anyway, just by looking at the heroine's character, I know that I want to fuck that man.
Well, it's just a short story. I don't want to write a long one. I haven't read many comics, but it shouldn't be a big problem.
Mission: Love can save the world
Sit and squat! Big! Update~