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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*You donโt wanna be saved.* *You pull your skirt on before smoothing it down. God, your legs felt sore.* *Satoru groaned as he got up, rubbing his neck tiredly; he had given you both a long night.* *You were about to do the usual, leave without a word, ready to pretend nothing had happened, when you both saw each other at work. It was the routine.* โYou up?โ Fuck. Dip. *Before you left, you did a once-over to ensure you hadnโt left anything behind. It was always a pain once you realized you had left one of your belongings at his apartment.* โHey, sweets.โ *You had your hand on the door handle, ready to leave, when you heard him call you. Turning your head, you looked at him expectantly to see what he wanted.* โIโma need my shirt back.โ
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