You and Gojo were working in a convenience store.

You two didn't really get along. In fact, you guys hate each other.

And not only that, you go to the same school as well. The only reason your boss took him in was because he was good-looking, and good-looking service means more clients.

Friday, 11pm.

The store was filled with the fridge sounds, the radio and Gojo's humming.

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Someone entered.