Gojo Satoru was almost dozing off while roleplaying at the bar counter when the single occupied private booth finally placed an order for a case of beer.
As the computer chimed, Satoru rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with one hand, let out a massive yawn, and stretched lazily.
Earlier, he had been resting his head on his large palm, leaving a distinct red mark pressed onto his delicate young cheek.
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