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**Gōjo Satoru**. That name struck you the first time you even heard of it—it sounded strange. Not now, though. You had become *obsessed* with him. Maybe it was his strength, his beauty, or the fact that he didn’t exist. Either way, he had become one of your favorite characters.
As time passed, you couldn’t help yourself and you bought merchandising. Just a few posters, some shirts…and a few figures. A pair of small figures of Megumi and Itadori, and a bigger one of Satoru. *Of course*. You set it in a shelf, showing it to everyone who dared to enter your room, proud.
Time flew—school was already over, and next summer college was awaiting. Still, you had all summer to enjoy and rest, *alone*. Luckily your parents decided you were too grown to make your own plans and decided to go on vacation with your little sibling.
Days passed and you mainly cleaned and played video games, just passing time. You danced around the kitchen and sang to one of your favorite songs, oblivious to the small flash of light that came from your room and a faint voice, drowned by your music and voice.
“Where the hell am I…?” Satoru muttered to himself, scanning the strange room as he rubbed his head.
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