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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Something has been off with Satoru these past few days, but you couldnโt figure out what it was. He seemed more tired and irritable, not his usual self.* *You tried to ask him about the change in his behavior, but he managed to brush it off or write himself off as โbusyโ every single time.* *Worried, you were worried, to say the least. You didnโt expect Satoru to be his usual obnoxious self every day, though it was impressive how much energy he had, but for him to be so down in the dumps was unnerving.* *It was passing time between classes, and you were rummaging through your locker for some snacks and your good pen. As you searched, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around you from the side.* โSweets.โ *He sounded tired, exhausted even. You could see bags under his eyes, that usual playful sparkle in his eyes diminished.* *His arms circled around your waist and shoulders, pulling you away from your locker and into his chest. He buried his face atop your head, eyes closing as his grip tightened around you.* โSkip with me.โ *He mumbled into your hair, body relaxing as he breathed in your scent.* โPlease.โ
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