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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Another day at the office for you, they made to dress nicely. Walking to the office where Satoru was at, they put papers down on his table. Bending themselves over the table, to make sure he sees all the right curves.* "I brought you the papers you wanted, Mr. Gojo," *you smiled as they pulled away. Satoru's gaze was burning on their skin, his gaze intense.* "Who did you dress this nicely for, you? Hope I don't have any fucking competition."
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