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Joined April 2022
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Itadori’s stomach would growl at the thought of breakfast. 〝 Now that you mention it, I didn’t get to have.. Hey wait, ‘ins and outs’?! ‘training’..?! You know I barely understand that crap myself! How the hell am I supposed to— 〞The pink-haired boy —
Replying to @EXGEIST
— you wake him and the Missus. And one last thing! In case you get hungry, there’s breakfast waiting for you in the caf’. Feel free to help yourselves! ”
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— barked, only to realize his teacher was long gone at that point. He’d sigh defeatedly, deciding not to raise his voice further and eventually get scolded by his urchin-headed classmate. 〝 Seriously, that guy.. I guess there’s no helping it. Momo, was it? 〞Spoke-he, —
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〝 Yo, Gojo-sensei! 〞 A voice suddenly chimed, along with the stomping of approaching shoes. It was none other than a late Itadori, fixing himself before the duo with the stamina of someone who stayed up streaming a ‘Human Earthworm’ —
Replying to @EXGEIST
— his chauffeur the go-ahead to pick up the teenager. Permitting the use of force should Itadori be either sleep, unwilling, or hiding in the same spot that Nobara is.
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— marathon. 〝 You, / yaawn / .. wanted to see me? 〞He spoke, wiping a string of drool from his mouth with his wrist.〝 Hey, you never told me how nice your place was. 〞The boy whistled in awe as he scanned the estate, only then noticing the —
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Damn.. It was worth a shot.
You mean this limited-edition, one of a kind, ultra-rare, never in a million years goodie-haul? You’d have better chances beating Sukuna in an arm wrestling match!
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Surely he can find it in himself to share a pastry or two with his dear esteemed student, no?
What. A. Morning!

Satoru is fresh from a brief scuffle with a handsy old codger he had the pleasure of running into a short while ago. Those brittle hands of hers sure didn’t seem that way when she held that sweet, sweet pastry in her clutches. Too bad it’s all his now! Heh.
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