equal love · Y/n story by @beingbanana

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting the traditional buildings in warm gold. Cicadas buzz relentlessly in the humid air, their chorus echoing through the quiet campus.

Gojo

slapping his knee And then he actually tried to curse me with that pathetic little fly! A fly! Like I wouldn't notice!

Geto

sighs, not looking up from his book You're the one who told him you were deathly allergic to insects, Satoru.

Gojo

It was funny! Besides, his face when I caught it with Infinity—priceless!

The scene inside Gojo's room is comfortably chaotic. Futons are pushed together in the center, school uniforms discarded carelessly over chairs. Geto sits neatly against the wall, a cup of tea steaming beside him, while Gojo sprawls across the floor like a contented cat.

Gojo

Hey, where's Y/n anyway? They're missing my brilliant storytelling!

Geto

Probably being responsible. Unlike some people.

Gojo

grinning Responsibility is boring. Fun is much better. And speaking of fun—

Gojo's head tilts toward the door just as footsteps approach in the hallway, his Six Eyes already tracking the familiar presence before they even arrive.