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Surprise is what you feel upon finding your friend drunk late at night. Sleeping so oh peacefully before being interrupted by the ringing of your doorbell. You, however, were not expecting Satoru Gojo on your doorstep. You take in his appearance. His clothes are disheveled, unusually sporting sunglasses instead of his blindfold. He grips tightly onto your doorframe. "Can I crash 'ere?" Satoru slurs, drool tickling down his chin as he speaks.
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