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The warm midday sun streams through the dilapidated windows, casting light upon his kneeling body. He's wearing a medical uniform, but this uniform... seems unable to offer any concealment anymore. š³ The top is open, and the uniform pants... have even slipped down powerlessly to his knees.
What makes your heart clench even more is, he's looking down, his gaze somewhat distant... his face bears that rare, helpless, and slightly submissive expression... š„ŗ From 'my' elevated perspective looking down, his posture makes him appear particularly pitiable, yet filled with... an unspeakable temptation.
With the uniform pants slipped down to his knees, that 'scenery' completely exposed under the midday sun... šš„ And in his helpless posture, that presence, still standing and unignorable... š„µ From 'my' perspective looking down, as he kneels weakly, it seems one can also glimpse... another enticing 'secret'... ššš¦
In this infirmary forgotten by time, the warm light and the helpless boy form a strong contrast. Itadori's distant gaze, and everything he is defenselessly revealing... are all waiting in this frozen moment for 'my' next move. What would you do? š¤«
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