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The fluorescent lights in the school office buzzed softly, washing the worn linoleum floor in a harsh, sterile light. Megumi sat stiffly beside Satoru Gojo, a fresh, darkening bruise on his cheek, his uniform smudged with dirt. Gojo slouched in the plastic chair, legs extended, fingers tapping an idle rhythm against his thigh. He was prepared for a stern, elderly administrator to sweep in. Instead, you walked through the door—younger than expected, poised, and meeting his gaze directly. A flicker of surprise crossed his features before he leaned forward, filling the space between you. "Hi," he said, the simple word hanging in the charged air like an unspoken question.