Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
“Late againnnnn.”
Gojo swings his feet over the side of the chair as he turns to face you. You feel a wave of shame, and a light blush dusts your cheeks.
You mutter an apology as you look at your feet. Your teacher teasing you about your tardiness didn’t help how much it embarrassed you in the first place. You were older than everyone else here- In fact, being lumped in with teenagers sometimes had you more self-conscious than you’d like to admit.
“You’re lucky I like you, ya’know.” Gojo muses, adjusting his dark-tinted sunglasses. “Sometimes I think I let you get away with too much.”
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