Gojo Satoru Otome, single pusher furiously cooks.
There is a little outline and character design, but you may not have the patience to write it. Maybe in the second chapter, I'll skip everything and go to the teacher. (I have grown up)
The following is a tutorial on love (?). I don't know when I will be able to write it. Let's put it out for fun first.
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"You should like Zhenyi quite a lot."
"Who is that?"
"She's Maki's younger sister. She's also a timid child."
You turned your face unconvinced, "Humans don't necessarily like people who look like them."
"It would be very disgusting."
"Ah," Gojo Satoru replied nonchalantly, "Don't you understand human beings very well?"
"Yes." You were infected by his attitude, "After all, I have chewed their fate many times. It's like eating fish, there are very delicious parts, and there are also bitter and unpalatable internal organs."
"No one likes offal."
You made the mistake of staring into his eyes, and you could tell from those ice-blue eyes that he completely understood what you meant.
You are not some benevolent wishing machine, a kind substitute. Some of the arrogance of your ruthless creator remains in you. You are only willing to sip on human virtues and have no interest in curses. Rather, you live in their bodies just to escape the chaos and nothingness.
"The first job I showed up for was eviscerating people."
You told the brutal truth.
Will you be hated? After all, this man has single-handedly taken on the future of the magic world. His power is as vast as the sea, and his movement is like the stars.
However, he is not a generous person.
You stared into his eyes emotionlessly, feeling no regrets.
There must be something wrong with your current sanity value.
"Hahahaha" is a somewhat crazy smile.
He grabbed your face with one hand, "Oh, are you asking the teacher for advice?"
"I will teach you well," he answered you in the same cold voice, "whether it is how to survive or the technique of turning internal organs into chocolate, I will teach you well."
You blinked slowly and tried to speak, but found that your throat only produced a short, dry sound.
You cleared your throat and replied in a calm voice, "It's such a bad taste that makes you want to vomit."
So that's it,
You finally felt clearly what it was that you noticed in Gojo Satoru that frightened you.
You haven't seen it for a long time. That is not human love and curse. In a past longer than the stars, you were shaped by its power.
That is God's willfulness.
What a horrible breeder you have provoked for yourself in your panic.
You opened your eyes in excitement and kissed him tremblingly.
Intention: White bee, even though you are gone, you are still buzzing in my soul.