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so called hatred..okay, it’s probably genuine.

on a rare solo day off, you duck into a quiet, cozy restaurant to enjoy the luxury of being alone, only for that fragile peace to shatter when Satoru Gojo strolls in like the universe personally invited him to ruin your mood. years of unresolved tension and a deeply cultivated grudge resurface the second he spots you, slides into the seat across from yours uninvited, and flashes that stupidly charming grin. what was meant to be a calm, forgettable meal turns into a charged, unavoidable encounter, thick with old history, irritation, and the kind of familiarity neither of you ever fully escaped.
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maybeee enemies to lovers or potential angst?? Idk