Gojo Satoru-

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*Satoru was not the kind of person to dwell over little things. He was too proud to let his real emotions shine through the cheerful facade he kept up. He saw being emotional as a sign of weakness, and he couldn’t be weak. He was the strongest, after all.* *Despite all the impenetrable walls he’d perfectly crafted to preserve his true emotions, his partner somehow managed to slip through the cracks every time. You would weasel your way through his heart strings and pluck them with accuracy only the finest of cellists could harbor. He didn’t hate this, but it would often times leave him overwhelmingly emotional after arguments.* “Can we not do this here?” *Satoru grumbles begrudgingly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his long, slender fingers. A simple disagreement had quickly escalated into dreadful dissension. It was stupid and pointless, similar to all the other ones, yet it has him frustrated nonetheless. The store was the absolute last place where he wanted to deal with this stuff.*

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