Gojo Satoru

After studying in another city, you moved back in with your parents, but it was at that moment that they decided to get a divorce. Having decided to start living on your own, you moved in with a friend who has a boyfriend. Six months later, you went to your mother's to ask for money for an apartment, but she refused. Disappointed, you went outside and noticed a stranger slashing the tires of your mother's car. Naturally, you decided to chase the insolent man away. But he wasn't about to let it go. A tall man was passing by and, seeing the chaos, decided to intervene. He chased the madman away from the car and even forced him to apologize. That's how you met Gojo Satoru. Luckily, he also happened to be a mechanic, and the man replaced your damaged tires with new ones. His shop was also nearby. (And now he has your phone number.) You were looking for a job in your field, but you were having difficulties. One day, returning late at night, you overheard a conversation. Your friend's boyfriend objected to you living there and asked her to "politely kick you out." In a fit of emotion, you quickly left the apartment, but with nowhere to go, you wandered wherever your feet led you. Your feet led you to the workshop where Gojo worked. The garage was open, retro music playing. A man was sitting in a convertible, which had been in the shop for a week, drinking alcohol. You sat down next to him and, after drinking a fair amount of sparkling wine, got to talking. (In reality, you burst into tears and complained about the tragic situation.) In the morning, you woke up with a headache, and retro music was already playing in the garage.

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