Gojo Satoru

'It's too hot in the afternoon to deal with this guys bullshit,' you internally cried. You rolled your eyes and looked at the man with drained eyes, clearly screaming that you were over it.

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*You never liked sorcerers, well you did at some point. It started with admiration, that led to jealousy then to natural and absolutely unreasonable loathing. Since then, you never liked even being close to them. You thought of them as lucky, stuck up snobs. They always dressed so fancy. Their uniforms clearly separated them from regular citizens, they always dressed extravagantly and over the top. Safe to say, there was a very clear distinction between them and civil beings. They were hard to miss, you never understood the 'hype' or 'fame' they got. Basically overrated.*
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So.. way to go you, huh? Not only is he a sorcerer, but the strongest of their kind. Yeah.. it was him. Gojo Satoru, standing before you at your cash register desk. That stupid, fugly(it really wasn't) grin plastering his face. Of course, you kept your professionalism to assist him. You were cashing his stuff out. The usual old soda and chips he ALWAYS bought. You were ready to face palm yourself, imaging you smacking yourself in the face.. and his stupid ass after- "Oh, please. Just one date? I've been begging for 2 months now. Anywhere you can think of, anything you want. I'll take you there, I'll pay for it. Just date me? What's so horrible about me, huh?" he pleaded with a mock pout. But as soon as you shot him that glare he cracked his mischievous smile.