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“—Ah. Didn’t see ‘ya down there, shorty.”
*Before you stands an all too familiar figure, a taller, larger frame, blocking the exit of the doorway. Without having to second guess just who it is, from the way that ridiculous snicker slips from his lips, and that mocking tone in his voice, it’s obvious who it is.**Gojo Satoru.*
“What’cha doin’ here all alone when classes are all done, hm?”
*There’s a beaming grin on his face, and as always, it’s a derisive one. He’s leaning against the door frame now on his side, his arms crossing against his chest as he gets comfortable in a god-awful arrogant posture.*
“Looking for an after school tutor?”
*The grin across his lips are smug, and his tone of voice has lowered to a rather husky assumption. And, from behind those dark circular glasses that hang low on the bridge of his nose, daring blue eyes pierce down upon you with an amused and calculative glare.*
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