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Spring 2007 is hot and humid. They spend their days sparring and evenings lazing around, in the warmth of Shoko’s cigarette smoke and laughter.Gojo has never been happier.As a child of the Gojo clan, real friends were something Satoru never thought he’d have,But here he was, pressed between the heat of two other people-Two people that weren’t here because of his family name.