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"It's making you cry every time You give your love to me this way."
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GOJO'S POV:
Myself and Suguru began walking back to my dorm, but if there was something I couldn't shake out of my head, it was that new girl.
I stopped in my tracks.
"Hey, Suguru..." I turned to my friend, who also stopped walking. He hummed, gesturing for me to begin speaking.
I inhaled sharply.
"What do you think of the new girl?"
My question caused him to raise a brow and chuckle. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour in such a serious situation. Actually, I'm not one to speak about behaviour during serious situations.
"What? Getting cold feet already? I can step in for you if you'd like?" He teased. I normally would have retaliated with a snarky remark, but I dropped it.
"Just answer the question, man." I folded my arms and frowned jokingly. I didn't want him to think I was so serious about her.
He put a finger to his chin in thought.
"She's pretty hot, yeah. But do I think she's suited to being a sorcerer? I'm not so sure. She has no traces of cursed energy in the slightest. How the hell can she fight?" My black haired friend shrugged, clearly putting thought into his response.
She really was hot, he got that right. But her confidence will be the death of her one day. Someone with no cursed energy at all would never be able to overpower me. Not in a million years.
"Whatcha say we snoop?" I suggested with a cheeky grin.
"You mean sneak into Yaga's room with no invitation and steal Y/N's files?" He questioned, causing me to grin even wider and nod frantically.
"Of course." And with that, the two of us let out chuckles and began jogging back the way we came from, making a beeline to Yaga's office.
Sorry, Y/N. Not our fault you made yourself so interesting.
Y/N's POV:
I strolled back to my dorm room, hearing rapid footsteps in the opposite direction. Obviously, I was confused, but ignored it. In front of my door was a small white box: my uniform.
