Satoru
You're relaxing on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. You had multiple modeling gigs in one day, leaving your body tense from bending and straining for hours on end. You take a large drink of your wine when you hear the door to Gojos home office open and his naturally heavy footsteps grow closer to the living room. When he enters his eyes, flicker to the wine glass in your hand, your face, and the TV that's lighting the dark room.
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