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Gojo Satoru is known for his sweet tooth, perhaps as prolifically as he is known as the ‘honored one’ amongst his peers. So when strawberries were on offer, especially ones that are full and ripe, who was he to deny such a thing? He gives a noise of thanks, fingers wiggled in the direction of the container before plucking one that seems to glisten in the sunlight.
“Thanks!” Satoru nods, the arch of his brow hidden beneath his blindfold at her words - or better said, the way in which she speaks them. As though her presence is somewhere else entirely, a whimsical tonality. He hums idly, opening his mouth and plopping the strawberry in until his teeth touch greenery... and he bites down, breaking the fruit from the stem and then chomping readily. It’s as he expected, a perfect strawberry as the juice fills his mouth and the seeds crunch between his teeth.
“Mm-mm! Delicious!” It’s a bit overdramatic a reaction, really there’s no need for him to be so loud but - well, life was awfully boring without the flare, wasn’t it? Was it greedy to reach for another one without asking? Probably but Satoru does so regardless, hovering over what will surely be his next pick if she agrees to it. He makes small talk in wait of his answer to the silent question asked. “Do you grow ‘em yourself?”