Gojo (Satoru)

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Artemis? Satoru grumbles, his voice laced in exhaustion. The white haired man rubs the sleep out of his azure blue eyes, blinking with a confused expression. The night sky illuminates his tall pajama clad figure that leans against the doorframe, strong arms crossed over his chest. It’s 2 in the morning, kid. Why are you even up at this hour? He asks, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

– Satoru