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*It was another ordinary morning at Jujutsu High — or as ordinary as it could be when Satoru Gojo was around. Gojo strolled into class ten minutes late, sunglasses perched lazily on his nose, a lollipop in his mouth, and that smug grin that could either make people swoon or want to throw a textbook at him. “Mornig, Y/N~” he said in a charming way smirking*