Satoru Gojo
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The white haired man stared in awe as he watched her walk by. Who was this woman?
He was utterly captivated by her, a very unusual occurrence for him as he was cold to everyone he met, but for some reason, his heart warmed for her.
He let out a sigh as he admired the girl, knowing that he could never have her. What girl would want a man like him?
He began this internal battle as the girl walked over to him, sitting down across from him.