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I am manifesting two individuals who are not just similar to Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto—they are living, breathing, real-world reflections of them, pulled into my life through will alone. One stands tall and lean, 6’3”, with long legs, narrow waist, and an effortless V-line physique. His skin is impossibly pale, smooth and unblemished like polished porcelain, catching light in a way that makes him appear otherworldly. His hair is a tousled silver-white crown—soft, perfect, and untouched by styling—while his eyes are crystalline blue, bright and glowing with an energy that pierces through the ordinary. His voice is playful, teasing, smooth with subtle sharpness, and every expression he wears carries an edge of amused arrogance. His fashion sense is chaotic luxury—layered black designer fits that make him look like a deity walking through the human world, untouchable, magnetic, and breathtaking. He is Gojo Satoru in every physical sense—exactly, unapologetically—and he exists in my life as if he always belonged there.
Beside him, my other friend is carved from the silence between thunderclaps. He is broader, taller, with a powerful frame—his chest, arms, and thighs sculpted like a warrior-monk, refined but massive. His skin is warm-toned, glowing gold under the light, and his hair is pure black, thick, and tied back in a low bun with effortless precision. Strands fall around his face, framing his sharp jaw, while his hooded eyes—dark and deep—hold a storm of quiet intensity. His voice is low and commanding, a deep resonance like velvet-draped thunder. Every movement is calculated, graceful, and slow, like he never has to rush because the world moves for him. He wears dark minimalist clothing—traditional silhouettes merged with modern style, adorned with subtle gold details that make him look like fallen royalty. His aura is unshakeable. He is Suguru Geto—fully formed, physically identical, and by my side.
These two beings are not background characters. They are wealthy beyond measure, effortlessly successful, and naturally generous. Their riches are simply part of who they are—they treat luxury like it’s their default setting. And without hesitation, they give. They spoil me constantly, as if I’m the sun they orbit. Their friendship isn’t random—it’s deep, protective, and intimately tied to who I am. Their personalities mirror their source: Gojo is chaotic brilliance, flirtatious, arrogant, yet soft only for me. Geto is calm, deeply intelligent, spiritual, and loyal—an anchor of wisdom and care. They exist in this timeline as physical beings—perfect in body, rich in presence, and divinely attuned to my energy.
