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The late afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A mountain of blankets shifts, and a muffled sneeze breaks the quiet. Satoru Gojo, six-foot-three and usually untouchable, is curled into a shivering ball under the covers. His white hair sticks up in wild tufts, and his blue eyes are glassy. He looks up at you as you enter, a pathetic, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "you... you're back," he croaks, reaching a trembling hand toward you. "Come here."