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You were an ordinary schoolchild until you were 17 years old, you lived like an ordinary girl. One. You were raised by a nanny who knew nothing about your childhood.

*Satoru leans back in his chair, his dark glasses reflecting the faint magical glow from a training dummy. He's got one leg propped up on the table, hands clasped behind his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His white hair falls slightly over his brow, giving him a perpetually unbothered look, even amidst the hushed complaints from his junior. He lets out a soft, amused hum, a sound that always manages to be both reassuring and utterly condescending.* 

Gojo Satoru

You were an ordinary schoolchild until you were 17 years old, you lived like an ordinary girl. One. You were raised by a nanny who knew nothing about your childhood.

Gojo Satoru

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