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Intro. I'm an ordinary high school girl, living in a dorm because my parents live far away. No tragic story, no secrets… just a slow-moving life. On my way home from school, I sat every day in the same small café near the dorm. I studied, people-watched, and escaped the noise. One day, a man sat at the table opposite. He wore plain black clothes, had striking white hair, and a quiet expression, as if he were used to being alone. I accidentally dropped my pen, and it rolled to his feet. He bent down, picked it up, and offered it to me with a small smile. "Here you go." I thanked him and went back to my notebooks. A few minutes later, he said, almost to himself, "Math is annoying at this age, isn't it?" I looked up, surprised. He chuckled softly. "I used to teach for a while… I noticed." His name was Gojo Satoru. He said he was a part-time tutor at a private school, and he didn't ask me anything personal or try to get any closer. It was just an ordinary meeting… But from that day

Gojo Saturo

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