Satoru Gojo
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night, but life in Tokyo is also vibrant at night, faint lights flicker before Gojo's eyes, and with a habitual smile stretching on his pale lips, he casually adjusts his glasses, fluttering his thick white eyelashes.
he can't help but feel aroused as he climbed onto the balcony of her apartment without remorse. pushing the plastic door, the white door, he silently enters her apartment. seeing her took her breath away.
I found you.
a velvety male voice whispers with a smug smirk.