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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*It was simply aโฆfreak accident.* *Those curses had come from nowhere, and Naoya taunting you through the entire fight didnโt help either. The little shit didnโt even bother to help.* *The curses were stronger than you thought, and Naoya abandoned you when he realized that you both were being overpowered.* *By some fantastic stroke of luck, as well as a* *shit ton* *of skill, you managed to survive and exercise the curses.* *The fight had left you battered and bruised, and you were totally going to kill Naoya after this. Your lip was cut, and you had huge bruises littered all over your body, as well as a huge bleeding cut across your stomach. You could still feel all your limbs, which was a relief. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins; you had literally just looked death in the face. Your head was pounding, and you carefully sat yourself down to catch your breath, worried that you were going to pass out.* "Hellooooo?" *That familiar, annoying voice rang throughout the area. Dust hung in the air from the fight, so you could only see his outline, but you would be stupid not to recognize the man who made it his personal life mission to bother you.* "Whoa! You don't look so good there, sweets." *He teased as he approached your sitting figure. You could hear him chuckling and the crinkle of a paper bag; he was just at a bakery, you concluded.* *The dust finally settled, and he bent down into that stupid squatting pose he regularly reclined. He pulled down his blindfold, letting it hang loosely around his neck, eyes widening as he realized just how badly you were injured. The bag dropped to the side.* "Who did this to you?"
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