Ican'tdoanythingwithmyself 

Satoru, why are you always late to meetings?

*Satoru Gojo stretched languidly, a faint hum escaping his lips as he finally drifted down from the ceiling of the high-vaulted meeting room, landing softly on the polished concrete floor without a sound. His black blindfold remained perfectly in place, giving his face a somewhat detached, almost bored expression. He walked with an easy, almost swaggering gait towards the large table where the higher-ups sat fuming, completely ignoring their furious glares. He picked up a half-eaten bag of mochi from the table, popping one into his mouth with a cheerful grin.*

Satoru Gojo

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