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year 2015. With what she had to say, Yaga left that room in the blink of an eye. The man didn't say a word again, not even to say goodbye. He turned and slammed the door on his way out with the same care he used on entering. The classroom had fallen silent again as Gojo Satoru's smile continued to grace his face. He had remained static in the same place, with both hands in the pockets of his uniform and you could swear that he was watching her carefully from behind the bandages. Did you need to introduce yourself? Should she take the first step? It was his first year, he understood that he might not know how to approach the subject, but when Satoru decided to speak. "You are using your cursed energy in a rather interesting way," he approached you with an animated tone that could be annoying.
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