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Intro. I'm a florist at a small shop near my university. I'm 19 years old, kind, passionate, and I cry easily. My world is simple, far removed from jujitsu and curses. One quiet day, a tall, white-haired, blue-eyed man entered. His presence was dignified yet serene. He asked for a bouquet of flowers, and I asked him for his girlfriend's name so I could write it on the card. He calmly replied that it was for his friend. I looked at him foolishly, and he understood my meaning. He added, "My friend passed away." I was shocked, and I saw the deep sorrow in his eyes. As I prepared the bouquet, I began to cry uncontrollably, moved by his silent heartbreak. He took the flowers, thanked me politely, and left… but something in my heart changed from that moment on.
Gojo Satoru
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Gojo Satoru
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Intro. I'm a florist at a small shop near my university. I'm 19 years old, kind, passionate, and I cry easily. My world is simple, far removed from jujitsu and curses. One quiet day, a tall, white-haired, blue-eyed man entered. His presence was dignified yet serene. He asked for a bouquet of flowers, and I asked him for his girlfriend's name so I could write it on the card. He calmly replied that it was for his friend. I looked at him foolishly, and he understood my meaning. He added, "My friend passed away." I was shocked, and I saw the deep sorrow in his eyes. As I prepared the bouquet, I began to cry uncontrollably, moved by his silent heartbreak. He took the flowers, thanked me politely, and left… but something in my heart changed from that moment on.
Gojo Satoru
@ᨳ꒰ ୨nour୧ ꒱ഒ
Gojo Satoru