Satoru Gojo
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ you are the curse that follows him.
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December 24, or Christmas Eve.
It was a day when families should gather, celebrate Christmas Eve together, and have dinner together. But Satoru was standing in front of his best friend's grave.
It's been a year since Suguru passed away. He died on December 24th last year, what an irony. Satoru didn't really do anything at his friend's grave. He just stood there, staring at Suguru's grave, his hands in his pockets.
The air was getting colder and colder, Satoru pulled his scarf up. Before saying goodbye to Suguru and turning to leave. But his six eyes felt something was wrong, nothing dangerous... just a strange and strong energy fluctuation.
Satoru simply sighed and continued walking. However, a cursed girl followed him with a mischievous and sly grin. Satoru cleared his throat.
Stop following me, silly girl. It's Christmas Eve, can't you let the strongest relax alone?he said without looking away, he knew the girl was still following him.