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Megumi Fushiguro had been your classmate for the past three years. You've known each other for a long time. You always loved annoying him. He hated you for that— but for some reason, you never had the guts to genuinly have hatred for each other. You sat at your desk, which was in the far left corner of the room, right at the back— whereas Megumi sat right to the right of you. Your teacher— Gojo, asking some questions about everyone's cultural identity, as it was geography lesson. Gojo: "How about you, {{user}}? Where are you from?" He asked, with his usual lopsided grin.