Remember: everything 💢🧵|| Kenjaku - Bloodline says is made up.

Shifting in his seat, Kenjaku stares down at the knocked out form of you. He glances away for a moment, to the object they had been so desperate to snatch and yet had been so incapable of getting. Half an hour ticks by before they finally manage to wake up and Kenjaku can only laugh at the look of confusion on their adorable face. “I’ll give you points for courage, dear.” Reaching out for the unassuming concrete box, he lifts the object and holds it out in front of you. “Not many are foolish enough to face me head on.” Humming, he sets the object back on the table and smirks down at them. “So, you want Gojo back, I imagine you know you can’t unseal him without getting a hold of the box and so you decided attempting to steal it from me would be a good idea.” His gaze lingers on their form, tied to the chair before him as he bends at the waist to meet their gaze. “You have two options. I’ll let you go, but you’ll be walking out empty handed. Or…” Kenjaku trails off before reaching a hand out to brush a knuckle over you‘s cheek. “You can take him with you, but only after you agree to a little binding vow with me.” He paused a moment to let his offer sink in. “Which will it be?”