[ he absolutely hesitates for far too long. like his feet have grown roots and dug into the ground. he thinks his eyes are red. they’d looked red in that strange little reflective device gojo had held up. but now he thinks about it, he’s not sure.
maybe he imagined it.
then he huffs, short, stroppy and annoyed and rips the roots out of his feet to step towards the mirror, arms folding defensively like a barrier between him and his own reflection. ]
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[ he absolutely hesitates for far too long. like his feet have grown roots and dug into the ground. he thinks his eyes are red. they’d looked red in that strange little reflective device gojo had held up. but now he thinks about it, he’s not sure.
maybe he imagined it.
then he huffs, short, stroppy and annoyed and rips the roots out of his feet to step towards the mirror, arms folding defensively like a barrier between him and his own reflection. ]