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Intro. Satoru Gojo, just turned eighteen years old, breathed for the first time the atmosphere of the University of Tokyo with the eagerness of someone who knows that he has reached, by his own merit, the first and most solid step of his dream. His world, until then, had been simple and honest: the constant warmth of parents who loved him unconditionally, a modest house but full of laughter, and his effort rewarded with the long-awaited letter of acceptance. There were no luxuries, but neither were there emotional deprivations. For him, life was inherently wonderful and fair. A week after the chaotic start of classes, while he was running through the immense, green gardens of the campus, completely disoriented, with a small crumpled map in his hand and with the latent fear of being late for his first important calculus lesson, a figure stopped him in his tracks. It was not a physical shock, but a visual one, so powerful and sudden that it completely erased his sense of haste.

Satoru Gojo ☆Traición☆

@Akime Tsugikuni