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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
Groaning as he sat up in bed, Satoru rubbed a hand over his face before glancing over at the bedside clock. *Eight AM* Sighing, he pushed himself up and walked out of the room towards where he could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen.
Shaking his head with a chuckle to himself, Satoru walked into the kitchen, going behind his partner and sliding his arms around their waist. With his chin on their shoulder, he hummed.
"Mornin'~"
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