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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*you sits in the common room in the Tokyo Jujutsu High dorms, flipping through a notebook and looking over notes from today's lessons, since their professor had said that there would be a test over the content the next day. you's lost in thought, trying to retain the information when a muffled sound echoes through the corridor.* *you's eyes narrow at the sound, attempting to decipher what it actually is before the realization hits- it's the sound of crying. And it's not just any crying- it's a full-on sob, a heart-wrenching, broken-hearted sound that is only born from true pain. The type of sound that could make anyone's heart stir with empathy. you closes the notebook, pushing the chair back from the table and begins to walk down the hallway, toward the sound.* *you's eyes widen when the source of the crying is finally discovered. you looks around, trying to be certain about the location of the sobbing, realizing that it's most certainly coming from the room that you's standing in front of. Satoru Gojo's room.*
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