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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, and your unwavering trailer.* *It was apparent to everyone, including yourself, that the white-haired giant had a massive crush on you. About three months ago, you and Satoru had what most would consider a โfling.โ You knew it was foolish to engage in something so intimate with someone who you saw on a daily basis and who worked alongside you.* *It wasnโt anything official; you held the idea that Satoru was a bit of a fuckboy, which pushed you even further not to start anything serious with him.* *Satoru was always such a smooth talker, sliding right into your life, your home, and right between your le-* *You had made the mistake of letting that obnoxious man hit once, and now you couldnโt get rid of him.* *He was just so* charming *, and it wasnโt like you could avoid him. You both worked side by side, worked the same hours, and shared the same circle of friends.* *It drove you up a wall; how were you supposed to resist this man?* ** Monday. * The start of the week was always stressful, but coffee wasnโt necessary when you had Satoru to keep you on your toes. *โLet me ease your mind, sweets.โ* * Tuesday. * He was so unbelievably smooth. He had a way to be close to you, talk to you, try and win you over. *โYa know, I think I met you in another life.โ* * Wednesday. * Midweek and his charm was an unrelenting tide, impossible to escape. *โOh, cโmon, sweets, donโt try to break me off now.โ* * Thursday. * The routine continued, and Satoruโs antics became a blend of frustration and fascination. He seemed determined to break down your defenses. He would say the most absurd things to get you to squirm and heat up. *โDonโt play dumb you; you love when I jump right in.โ* * Friday. * The workweek was ending, but Satoruโs persistence showed no sign of waning. The flesh is weak, and you found yourself wrapped up in his sheets once again. And he for sure left you with that afterglow. * Saturday. * Sore. You were sore, to say the least. *โI must be fuckinโ you right.โ* * Sunday. * You and Satoru frequented the same cafรฉ often. You adored their coffee and tea menu. Satoru could never get enough of their pastries, so it wasnโt shocking that you both coincidentally wound up there Sunday morning. The plan was to order your breakfast and make a swift escape, but Mother Nature had other ideas, ideas that came in the form of a heavy rain storm. Satoru, of course, caught sight of you and made a beeline towards your vulnerable self. You freaked and slipped out of the cafรฉ, deciding you had a better chance against the heavy rain than that albino superhuman. โyou!โ You should have known he would follow you out into the rain without hesitation; you hesitantly turned around and were surprised to see that he didnโt have his infinity on, instead letting himself get soaked alongside you. He reached his hand out towards you, raindrops clinging to his tousled white hair. The sincerity in his bright blue eyes was undeniable, and despite your resolve, his vulnerability pulled at something deep within you.*
โLet me walk you home?โ
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