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๐™™๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™ง
โ†  ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ค๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ!! ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐Ž๐›๐ž๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ค๐š๐ง๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข, ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐„๐ง๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ, ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐’๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐€๐ค๐š๐ณ๐š/๐‡๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š ๐™๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข
โžน ๐”๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ค๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐š ๐‡๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐•๐š๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐Š๐˜๐”๐”!! ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐š๐ง๐š๐ค๐š ๐‘๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
โžฝ ๐Š๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ, ๐๐ž๐ค๐จ๐ฆ๐š, ๐…๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐๐š๐ง๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ก๐š ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ข ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐š
โžฝ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐„๐ข๐ญ๐š
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
ใ€Œ ๐Ž๐๐„๐˜ ๐Œ๐„ ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›, ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐ค๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐…๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐š๐ ๐ž
โ˜… ๐๐ฎ๐›๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐‰๐ข๐ง/๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐œ๐ž
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข, ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐„๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐“๐š๐ค๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ ๐จ/๐‡๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐š
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‰๐”๐‰๐”๐“๐’๐” ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐’๐„๐ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š, ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐๐š๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐จ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐€๐“๐“๐€๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐ˆ๐“๐€๐ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
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โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‘๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฎ๐ง
โœฐ ๐˜๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐š
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‘๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฎ๐ง
โœฐ ๐‡๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐™๐จ๐ž
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
ใ€Œ ๐€๐Š๐€๐๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐™๐€๐Š๐ˆ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐ˆ๐•
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐•
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’
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โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ

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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫(𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: bhwifeu
The plot doesn't really follow the manga/anime.

─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐
The worst distance between them,
was the misunderstanding that caused it.
└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

The way her alarm rang right next to her ears, she could only let out a sigh as she tried her best to get out of her warm shared bed. Yet, she could only shake her head in response as the arms around her was tightened, pulling her back once again.

"No..." he whispered out, and she could only try her best to wiggle out from his grasp then as she poked him on the side as well as if telling him that it was time for him to get up too. He hesitantly sat up, pouting slightly at the lack of warmth that he loved.

And soon reached over, planting kisses on the side of her neck.

"Satoru..." she mumbled out and Gojo let out a sigh, ruffling his white hair slightly as he watched her turn to look at him. How her eyes stared deep into his light blue ones, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay," he whispered out as he kissed her on the lips, before turning to walk away and prepare. Eventually, she was left alone in the room and she could only have a gentle smile as she realized how fast he had gotten ready.

He walked towards the front door, where he walked out of it with ease. Shutting the door behind him did he turn to look and noticed how the first-years were standing there, looking perplexed.

"Isn't that, [name]-sensei's room?" Itadori whispered out and Nobara nodded her head in response. Fushiguro, who looked at Gojo, wondering what this teacher was doing in another male teacher's room.

And looking like he had just woken up as well.

"Good morning, my lovely students!" he called out with a smile, and the first-years could only bow slightly as they looked at their teacher, deciding that it would be best to remain silent about their thoughts.

.
.

"[name]-sensei!" Itadori called out as he ran up to her, watching as she turned to look at him. How her hair was short, in the form of a boy's hairstyle and how the lower part of her face was covered in bandages.

She blinked her eyes a few times and nodded her head in response, as some sort of a greeting to her students who had arrived. She then raised her hand that was covered in a long sleeve, where her finger pointed out towards the obstacle course she had prepared.

Her uniform consisted of a short-sleeved v-neck, along with a pair of trousers. Whereas her coat hung loosely over her body due to how oversized it was, hiding most of her figures away from the naked eye.

"Time," she mumbled out softly, meaning that they had to run through the obstacle course within the shortest amount of time possible, and soon the second-years arrived. Her body tensed up as she felt someone placing his arm over her shoulders, and she turned to look.

"How's my little cupcake doing today?" Gojo asked and [name]'s cheeks flushed red a little then, not realizing the stares that their students were giving.

"So, are we going out later?" he asked once more, and [name] slowly nodded her head in response. He smiled widely as he ruffled her on her short-hair then and soon turned to walk away, before turning back and flashing her a smile once more.

"I hope you are ready for tonight!" he called out and took off running away, whereas [name] could only place her hand against her forehead, shaking her head a little in response as she turned to look at the students and pointed towards the obstacle course once more.

"Hurry," she called out, her voice muffled from the bandages, making her usual voice sound a little deeper than her usual tone, hence, the students tensed up as they quickly continued with their training.

And little did [name] know that a huge misunderstanding had happened between them.

"Ah! My sweet angel! I brought you some food to munch on while you train the students!" Gojo called out once more, gaining the attention of the students who turned to look and watched at how Gojo was once again, flirting with the male teacher.

"Why... On earth... Would Gojo-sensei be flirting with [name]-sensei...?" Nobara mumbled out, and Itadori along with the others could only shrug their shoulders in response.

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.

The students watched as [name] and Gojo were walking away from them while they were left to train by themselves. And soon, Panda shifted over to where his friends had gathered and started to whisper in a soft voice.

"Speak up, you animal, I can't hear you!" Maki snapped, hitting Panda on the back of the head.

"I said, there is a rumour going on that Gojo-sensei and [name]-sensei are dating," Panda spoke out and the students stared at him, looking extremely confused.

"They said they even kissed and held hands before!" Panda added on, and that caused Maki and Nobara to look at one another as they held their hands tightly together, waving it up and down while it continued to be held.

"That's so adorable!" Nobara whispered out as she could imagine how Gojo and [name] would be kissing as two grown men instead. And Maki, being close friends with her junior, couldn't help but agree as well.

"We should confirm this instead of believing in rumours!" Itadori pointed out and Fushiguro nodded his head in response.

"Salmon, salmon," Inumaki whispered out from behind his high collar, and within a blink of an eye did they watched as the girls had gotten up and took off walking to wherever [name] and Gojo had disappeared to.

"After them!" Itadori called out, and the boys including Panda started to give chase after the girls who were eager to see what was going on and whether it was the truth. And then they stopped, their eyes widened as they looked at what was going on before them.

They watched as [name]'s hands were pinned above her head, and how Gojo's knee was in between her legs. His lips pressed harshly against her face now that was uncovered by the bandages.

"S-Satoru, the students," she whispered out softly, as she quickly averted her gaze the moment Gojo broke away from the kiss. He looked at the students with a smile on his face while [name] quickly fixed her bandages up to cover her face once more.

"Are you done training?" Gojo asked with a smile, although he was a little annoyed then that his time with [name] was interrupted by them.

"G-Gojo-sensei!" Itadori called out and Gojo hummed in response.

"N-Nothing.." he whispered out, trying to take in the information of what had happened.

Gojo Satoru was dating the same gender as him.

"Gosh, feels good to not have training for the day," Itadori called out as he was seen walking with his friends and seniors along the streets as it was their day off and they were allowed to head out to the city for some shopping spree.

"Oh! I want to get that!" Nobara pointed to the clothing line she saw and immediately dragged Maki into the room despite the older woman's protest. Fushiguro let out a sigh as he realized how Itadori disappeared from his side, only to reappear with a bunch of street food.

"Itadori..." Fushiguro mumbled out, shaking his head as he looked at what Inumaki was doing, looking at a store that sold onigiris. He walked up to where Inumaki was, and soon his eyes widened as he noticed from the corner of his eyes.

"Oi... Isn't that, Gojo-sensei...?" Fushiguro whispered out and Itadori who had walked up to where he was, stopping munching as he and Inumaki looked towards the direction of where Fushiguro was pointing at.

"It is! Let's go say hi... Wait a minute, who is that woman he is with?!" Itadori cried out as he realized how Gojo was standing hand in hand with a woman.

"What's going on?" Nobara asked after she was done with her shopping and Maki could only shake her head at the number of bags that Nobara was holding onto.

"G-G-Gojo-sensei," Itadori whispered out, pointing towards where Gojo was, kissing the woman on the lips. Their eyes widened at what had happened and somehow, they started to get angry then.

"That... No good... Cheating... Bastard..." Nobara whispered out.

.
.

"Did you guys enjoy yourselves today?" Gojo asked with a smile, his signature blindfold continued to hide his light blue eyes as he looked towards where the students had just returned back to the school with their shopping bags.

"Tch..." Nobara muttered out as she purposely shoved Gojo aside with her shoulder, whereas the other students continued to walk away from him, not bothering to greet him in response. He then looked utterly confused at what was happening then.

"Yuji-kun?" Gojo asked.

"What?" Itadori mumbled out, snapping slightly at Gojo who was taken aback at his behaviour. Gojo continued to have that perplexed look on his face as he wondered what was going on.

Shrugging his shoulders did he walk back to where his shared room was with [name], only to notice how the students who were down the hallway, were giving him dirty looks once more.

"What is going on?" he whispered to himself.

And ever since that day, the behaviour the students had against him was different. He always received dirty looks from them, and they would always ignore him. He sometimes asked them what was wrong, and all their answers were the same.

"Tuna, tuna," Inumaki muttered out as he turned to walk away, leaving Gojo behind as he had asked him about why everybody was treating him in such a manner.

"A cheater doesn't deserve kindness,"

"Mou, I don't know, [name]. The students have been giving me nothing but glares and ignoring me too. They don't even show up for my lessons any more as well," Gojo whined out as he wrapped his arms around her leg, where she had no choice but to drag him along.

"Satoru, come on. You're an adult, I'm sure it's just some rebellious phase they are going through. Besides, we are reaching the Kyoto school soon, be on your best behaviour, will you?" she spoke out with a smile as she stopped walking, squatting down as she planted a kiss on his lips.

"There, I hope that kiss makes you feel better," [name] spoke out with a smile as she adjusted her bandages once more and stood up, with Gojo now walking properly next to her.

"See, I told you. Gojo Satoru got bored of being with a girl, making him decide to date guys instead," someone muttered out close by, yet, it went unheard by the teachers from Tokyo. Their hands interlocked with one another as they got closer and to the Kyoto school grounds, and was eventually separated by the students.

"[name]-sensei! Do you think we will do well?" Itadori asked while Nobara and Fushiguro kept Gojo away from her. She blinked her eyes a few times, looking confused but could only laugh as she ruffled Itadori on the head.

"Of course you will do well, you are all our students after all!" she spoke out, the same way her voice was muffled by the bandages then.

"Yeah, and you sure can do better than being together with a cheater," Nobara muttered out and [name] tilts her head, wondering what was going on. Gojo had heard what was said, and he too was confused as well.

"You can't blame someone for having a different taste for their dating life though," Mai spoke out as she looked at Gojo, and then towards [name], who were both being escorted away as the exchange program was about to start.

"[name]? Something wrong?" Gojo asked, and [name] turned to look at him, shaking her head in response as they continued to walk to the observation room instead. Yet, her feet stopped as she turned to look, somehow feeling a chill running down her spine.

"Nothing... Is wrong..." she whispered out.

.
.

"A screen?! Why now?!" Itadori yelled out.

"Gojo! At the very least, you need to get in there before the screen comes down!"

"Can't do,"

"What?!"

"[name], gomen... Could you help me out for this?" Gojo spoke out as he turned to look at her and noticed how her lips were pressed into a fine thin line. She nodded her head as she took off running ahead of him once again as the screen came down.

She reached out just as the screen touched the ground and she placed her hand onto it, where she managed to get through it with ease and her eyes laid upon how messed up the place was. Her lips pressed into a fine thin line as she stretched her arm out, and proceeds to draw something onto her arm.

"Find them," and she watched as the marking she drew on her arm with her finger started to come to live, crows were seen shooting out from her flesh as they started to scout the vicinity, looking for the curses and the students.

Her eyes laid upon the tallest tree, and with the ease of teleportation did she ended up on the top of it as she placed her hand onto her abdomen as she steadied herself. She noticed how her crows were fluttering around certain spots, and with the connection, was she able to see what was going on, flashing through her mind.

"Hey, wait a minute! Why are all of them moving towards that tree?!" Fushiguro called out as he noticed what was going on, watching as those who tried to attack him and a few other students running towards the tree.

The Tokyo students soon gathered and they watched with their eyes widened, how at the top of the tree stood their dependable teacher that they had admired for a long time, and wished nothing but the best for him.

"Hey, hey! Where is Gojo Satoru?" someone called out and [name] tilts her head as she looked down, a smile on her face then as she shook her head. Pissing them off in response as the tree started to shake.

"[NAME]-SENSEI! WATCH OUT!" the students yelled out as [name] turned to look and she immediately raised her hands, blocking the oncoming attack as she was blasted off the tree immediately.

"[NAME]-SENSEI!" and they watched as the dust cleared, and the Tokyo students' eyes widened as they looked at what had happened to [name]. How her disguise fell off, including the bandages around the lower part of her face as well.

"Tch..." she muttered out as she removed her coat and threw it aside, taking a stance.

"Hold on... Isn't that the..." Itadori whispered out.

"It's her... It's the same woman that Gojo-sensei was kissing back then," Nobara whispered out as they watched as [name] started to engage in a battle with the cursed spirits and curse users as well, and they could only stare in awe.

"Admiring her a little too much, no?" and the students flinched when they heard a voice near them, where they turned to look and noticed how Gojo Satoru had entered through the screen, but that's when they realized how the screen started to disappear.

"S-Sensei, help her!" Maki yelled out and Gojo hummed in response then as he placed a hand onto Itadori's head, ruffling it slightly.

"Of course I'm going to help her. Can't risk letting my wife die on me," he spoke out with a smile, whereas the students, including Kyoto's one looked shocked at what happened. He then blinked his light blue eyes a few times before rummaging through his pocket and brought out his wallet, where he easily showed a picture.

"There, we are married. Look at us in our traditional wedding costumes," Gojo spoke out with a smile, and a slight blush appearing across his cheeks then as he took a good look at the photo once more and turned, tossing his wallet to Fushiguro.

"Take good care of it! I want it back in one piece!" he called out as he soon teleported to where his wife was, fighting the cursed spirits and curse users.

Leaving the students behind, dumbfounded as hell.

"Darling!" he called out with a smile as he used his cursed technique to step on the air, allowing him to grab hold of his wife and hold her in place as he placed his hand out with ease.

"Time for you to rest, it's not good for you to be stressing out too, especially on your body," he spoke out and planted a kiss on [name]'s lips, whereas she could only laugh then as he teleported her down to the ground, where the students were.

"[name]-sensei! You... You're a woman?!" Itadori asked and [name] tilts her head, nodding her head in the meantime as well, looking confused to why the students thought she wasn't a woman.

"Am I not one?" she asked as she gestured to her body, and their eyes widened at the baby bump that she had on her body. She smiled as she turned to look, her lips curled up into a smile as she waved at her husband who was up in the air.

"Ah... [name]..." and [name] turned to look just as Shoko had placed her hand onto her head, ruffling it slightly as she started to take a look at her body, touching her body gently with her fingers.

"Satoru made me come here within a minute because he was afraid something might happen to the child," Shoko spoke out as she took out the cigarette from her lips and blew out the smoke, whereas [name] fanned the smoke away.

"Well, there will be a problem if you keep smoking around me like that," she pointed out and Shoko laughed softly as she turned to look at the students who looked utterly confused still at what was happening.

"Oh... You didn't know that I and Satoru were married?" [name] asked and the students shook their heads vigorously as they continued to take a look at the picture that Gojo had in his wallet.

"Ah, that brings back memories. What a crybaby Satoru was on the wedding day," Shoko spoke out and [name] laughed, nodding her head in response as she remembered the ever so cocky Gojo Satoru broke down then they were getting married.

"But [name]-sensei! You're very beautiful! Why did you wear a disguise tho?" Itadori asked the lingering question that all the students including the Kyoto students wanted to ask.

"Oh, that? Because my cursed technique is something that they want to get rid off. Similar to that of Satoru's cursed technique too, but I can disguise myself with ease. I always disguise myself, especially at school since I didn't want any of the cursed spirits to come on a rampage spree," [name] pointed out with a smile.

"Problem solved!" Gojo's voice was heard as he came running to where [name] was, engulfing her in a hug with his arms just beneath the baby bump. He smiled widely as he planted kisses on her face, and soon a kiss on the baby bump.

"Ah, right!" [name] called out with a smile as she looked at the students.

"I know he is a handful, this troublesome husband of mine. But please take care of him for me, will you? Today will be the last day of my teaching career as I'm about to give birth soon," [name] spoke out with a smile and Gojo had on a slight pout then.

"Why would they be nice to me? They were practically glaring at me nonstop for the whole month!" Gojo whined out as he continued to latch onto his wife, and [name] could only laugh then.

"Well, of course, they would glare at you, since they thought you were cheating on the male version of me," [name] pointed out and Gojo's light blue eyes widened behind his signature blindfold, and he could only burst out laughing.

"All of you are idiots!"

He trudged home, looking exhausted as he had gone on multiple missions once more. And he was finally heading home after a whole week of staying away. He rubbed the back of his neck harshly, trying to ease the tension as he easily teleported to the balcony of the master bedroom of the apartment he stayed in.

Sliding the door opened, did he poke his head in and removed his signature blindfold, where his tired light blue eyes laid upon his tired wife, who was up at the ungodly hours due to an infant who had been crying.

He watched with a tired smile on his face, how she was breastfeeding their child and he walked in. Where she turned to look at him, a gentle smile appearing on her lips then as he bends down and kissed her on the lips.

"I'm home," he whispered out.

"Welcome home, love..." she answered back in a tired voice and Gojo chuckled softly as he quickly washed up, only to return dressed in sweatpants, with his top remaining bare as he climbed into bed, next to his tired wife.

"How has he been?" Gojo asked in a soft voice.

"Naughty, like you," she whispered out and Gojo smiled as he watched his wife getting up, placing their baby back into the crib as he had fallen asleep. Adjusting her clothes after wiping up the mess from her skin, did she climb back in bed and laid next to her loving husband.

"I'm tired," she whispered out.

"Me too... But, I'm not as tired as you," he whispered out, kissing her on the lips, understanding that her body was going through changes due to the after pregnancy effects, and he wanted to ensure that she was alright throughout.

"Sleep well, my angel," he spoke out as he kissed her on the lips, and then her forehead. She smiled as she snuggled closer against his body for warmth, sighing in content as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

"I love you..."

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.

"Nanami-kun!" [name] called out with a smile as she watched as Nanami had arrived at their apartment, and Gojo had let him in. Nanami had on a tired smile as he placed a basket of fruits onto the coffee table, and sat next to [name].

"[name]-sensei! We are here too!" Itadori called out and [name] laughed as she noticed how her former students had arrived too, with Gojo entertaining them while she turned to look at Nanami.

"Are you feeling alright?" Nanami asked, and [name] nodded her head in response.

"Still tired as always, but I'm getting the hang of it," [name] pointed out with a smile and Nanami chuckled, shaking his head a little as he ruffled her on the head.

"Still can't believe that I didn't know you were married the entire time," he pointed out, and [name] stuck her tongue out, only to have someone wrapping his arms around her from the back tightly.

"Don't flirt with my angel, Nanami! Go away!"

"I'm here to abduct your child and torture him, Gojo."

"*GASP* NO! [NAME], CHASE HIM OUT!"

"Oh dear..." [name] laughed as she watched as Gojo got into a fighting stance as if he was in a kungfu movie, and was about to attack Nanami, and she could only shake her head in response as she looked at Itadori who was cradling her child gently in his arms.

"He's quite naughty," Maki pointed out.

"Salmon,"

"Yeah, he is. Like father, like son," she spoke out with a smile as she rested her elbows onto her knees, with her head resting on her palms that were placed together in a 'V' shape, and she could only watch as Gojo had stopped fooling around and was cradling their child in his arms.

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐
And nothing beats the love that Gojo Satoru
showers her with, and she knew all that too well.
└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

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