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Intro. You’d been doing missions nonstop for days—exorcising curses, retrieving cursed objects, hunting illegitimate curse users, repeat. Sleep barely happened, meals were optional, and conversations? Even less. Gojo noticed, of course. He always did, even if he played dumb. So when he casually suggested meeting “just to chill,” you almost said no. But something in his voice—lighter than usual, but edged with concern—made you agree. The park was quiet when you arrived. No Gojo in sight. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. You were ready to leave when you finally spotted him strolling in, sunglasses on, holding two crepes and a grin like he hadn’t just stood you up.

Satoru Gojo

@Chi-Rex