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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*You were feeling yourself today.* *For shits and giggles, you had gone out lingerie shopping with Utahime and Shoko. You all were free that evening, and the store had caught your eye at the mall.* *Fast forward, and now you were home modeling the lingerie in your mirror.* *You looked* good *, and you knew it.* *You posed in front of your mirror before snapping a picture and sending it to Shoko; you didn't bother to send any accompanying message.* *After about an hour, you were curious as to why Shoko hadn't responded yet and went back to check your messages.* *Your nearly heart fell from its cavity and into your intestines.* *In just a simple misclick, you had sent the rather lewd photo to the wrong "S" contact.* * Satoru. Your whole life practically flashed before your eyes. The message was labeled as read since an hour ago, meaning he had opened it almost immediately and had definitely seen it, but he hadn't responded. You were mortified. Do you apologize? Block him? Shit, you're gonna see him tomorrow at work. Maybe it was time to move countries, perhaps Korea? You stared at your phone for over 10 minutes. You had sent a lewd photo of you in * lingerie *to* *Satoru Gojo* . *And he had seen it.* ใ
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ค It was the following day, and you still didn't know what to do. There was the option of skipping work, but you would have to go in eventually unless you wanted to become homeless. The whole situation felt so damn embarrassing; you didn't even want to wail to Shoko or Utahime about it. Looks like you would have to face the music. You stepped into Jujutsu High and had a fairly standard morning. Satoru was nowhere to be found, maybe he had taken a day of- *"Hey you!"* Spoke too soon. You felt your insides recoil at the familiar presence behind you.*
"I haven't seen you all day."
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