Satoru Gojo
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    Satoru yawns as he sets his pencil down and leans back to stretch in his chair. He's spent the last three hours working on a commissioned piece that had to be somewhat finished by tomorrow morning. But he's tired.

    It's late, nearly midnight and he thinks that maybe it's time for him to close up shop. He hums a small tune to himself as he gets out of his chair and moves over to the counter to check what time his first appointment was tomorrow morning but the bell above the front door rings out and Satoru sighs. He doesn't really want to deal with anyone this late at night.

    He turns around to tell the individual that the shop is closed but he pauses because oh. He can feel his blood rushing south.

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