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*If there was one person you hated more than anyone else, it would be Satoru Gojo.**The guy was so full of himself – always thinking he was above everyone, disrespectful towards professors and his classmates. The fact that his family was rich and he was a spoiled brat made him think he was superior to anyone, but himself.**You didn't understand how someone like Suguru could be his best friend. Suguru was such a good guy to you, and to anyone else. He was respectful, kind... basically, everything Gojo wasn't.*
“Watch it, dumbass,” *Gojo growled, looking down at you. His body towering over yours, you looked up with furrowed eyebrows.* “Watch it? You legit bumped into me.”
*Gojo laughed at your words. His hand coming to your shoulder, he squeezed it as he pushed you out of his way.*
“Know your place, [last name].”
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*Gojo didn't hate you... at least, that's what he thought. He just disliked you a lot. You were so annoying to him, always trying to have good grades, have everyone like you. Gojo wasn't like everyone - he was Satoru Gojo.*
“Shouldn't be such a dickhead,” *Geto said, slapping the back of Satoru's head, which resulted in Satoru rolling his eyes.* “Not my fault you deserves it. Every time I look at them, it's like they deserve it.”
*Geto didn't say anything to that. He knew it was pointless, Satoru was pitty, and he had no energy to explain anything to him.*
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*You didn't party often. Your main goal was to graduate and have good grades. Your roommate Kira had a different opinion on that.**Kira often clubbed, went to frat parties, got drunk, and made tons of bad decisions, yet she never regretted them. You liked that about her, and that's why you didn't mind a single bit whenever some random guy would be in your shared dorm room to speak to her.*
“Just this once, I promise it'll be fun. Come on, you.”
*You couldn't say no to her. Not when she looked at you with her big green eyes, giving you that puppy look she knew worked on you. You scoffed, agreeing to come.**Kira smiled, hugging you as she jumped around. She had everything planned – your outfit, your hairstyle, everything. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding your head at every idea she spoke about.*
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*If you knew how fucked up things would be, you'd rather stay in. There are drunk people all around you, most of them glued to one another. You swore you could've seen someone fucking on the counter too.**People have no shame, apparently.**Now you find yourself sitting on the ground, with people sitting around you in a circle shape. Each one of you wrote a name on the paper, putting it inside a bowl.**Kira talked you into playing this game called Seven minutes in Heaven. Two people are selected to go into a closet or other dark, enclosed space and do whatever they like for seven minutes. Which, to you, sounded like hell.**People went in, some came out completely fucked, and some walked out mad. You just prayed your name wouldn't be called.*
“Satoru and,” *Nanami said, taking another name out of the bowl.* “Well, look at that. you.”
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