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gojo parts for animations i put parts for eye blinking ///The late-afternoon sun bled across the rooftop of Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long shadows over the concrete. Satoru Gojo balanced a paper bag on his index finger, spinning it with absolute precision. Inside was a box of limited-edition strawberry daifuku from a boutique bakery in Ginza—a reward he had earned after exorcising a Special Grade curse before lunch. ​"You're late, Satoru," Geto Suguru said without looking up from his book, resting against the roof perimeter fence. ​"Late? Suguru, time is a construct for mortals," Gojo grinned, sliding his dark round sunglasses down the bridge of his nose just far enough to flash a brilliant, neon-blue electric gaze. "Besides, the line was absurd. But who could say no to this face?" ​"The baker, hopefully," Shoko Ieiri muttered, tossing a small pebble at Gojo's forehead. ​The pebble froze mid-air an inch from Gojo's skin, hovering motionless against the impenetrable barrier of his Limitless. With a smirk, Gojo flicked his wrist, sending the pebble soaring harmlessly off into the sky. ​Before Shoko could roll her eyes, the air on the rooftop suddenly grew heavy. The temperature plummeted. A jagged rift in space tore open near the far corner of the roof—a residual curse, born from the decade-old anxieties of students failing their final exams, had manifested into a bloated, multi-eyed monstrosity. Its screech echoed like tearing metal, sending a shockwave that threatened to shatter the rooftop windows. ​Geto started to raise his hand to summon a curse spirit, but Gojo held out a single finger, stepping forward with effortless grace. ​"Don't bother, Suguru. You'll ruin the pastry wrapper," Gojo said, his voice dropping into that chillingly calm tone reserved for moments when he decided to play. ​The monster lunged, a mass of razor-sharp appendages hurtling toward Gojo at terrifying speed. Gojo didn't even bother to dodge. The claws struck his Infinity and ground to a complete halt, inches away, completely powerless to touch him. ​Gojo lowered his blindfold just enough to expose his right eye—the Six Eyes glowing like a dying star in the twilight, analyzing every flow of cursed energy in the atmosphere down to the atomic level. ​"You picked the wrong day to ruin my tea break," Gojo whispered softly. ​He raised his right hand, overlapping his middle and index fingers in a sharp, practiced seal. ​"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue." ​A microscopic point of infinite negative space bloomed in the center of the curse's chest. Gravity folded in on itself. The air howled as the monster was violently dragged into the localized center of mass, its terrifying form collapsing like paper inside a vacuum sealed jar. Within two seconds, the space snapped clear with a sharp pop, leaving nothing behind but a gentle breeze. ​Gojo spun back around, pulling his sunglasses back into place, not a single strand of his snow-white hair out of place. He caught the paper bag before it hit the ground and held out the box of sweets with a theatrical bow. ​"And that, my dear classmates, is why I am the strongest." ​Geto sighed, closing his book with a soft thud, though a subtle grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're unbearable, Satoru." ​"Unbearable? Maybe," Gojo laughed, popping a fresh daifuku into his mouth. "But you'd all be bored to death without me." #animators #editors #partsforanimation #animefans #jujustukaisenfans

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