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One morning Gojo would wake up to see the red string of fate attached to his hand, and a sense of dread filled him. A soulmate meant vulnerability, the strongest sorcerer cannot afford any weakness.
Most would disagree, soulmates are rare, a person meant just for you perfect in every way, a fraction of one’s soul, the missing puzzle piece.
But for Gojo it would mean weakness, a soulmate is a vulnerability, a soulmate can be used against him.
but there’s a part of him… Gojo Satoru the man not the sorcerer that feels a certain… excitement. A flutter of the heart. He has a soulmate, something so rare that most believe it’s a fairy tale, well of course he does, he’s Satoru Gojo— extraordinary in every way. A small voice in his head whispered ‘go look for them’ , they’re the missing piece, someone meant just for him
plus… there are benefits. A bound so strong between sorcerers, his life tied to another, someone that could heal him just by being close, someone that could make his heart beat once again with excitement and warmth
Gojo’s rational mind and soul are at war as he glared at the red string in the privacy of his room
the red string moving so gracefully feels like a taunt, a blessing and a curse all at once
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