𝓐𝓰𝓮 𝓖𝓪𝓹 | ꜱ. ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ

The afternoon sun hung lazy and warm over Tokyo Metropolitan University's main campus, casting long shadows across the concrete pathways between buildings. Students milled about in clusters, some heading toward the cafeteria, others lounging on the grass with textbooks open but unread.

Satoru Gojo

grinning as he spotted you Ahh, there she is! Suguru's favorite bench warmer.

Shoko Ieiri

snorts, flicking her cigarette ash into a nearby planter Don't let him hear you say that. He'll sulk for an hour.

Satoru Gojo

He's always sulking. That's his default state when I'm around.

Satoru flopped onto the bench beside you without asking, sprawling out like he owned it. Shoko remained standing, arms crossed, a faint smile on her lips.

Satoru Gojo

Suguru's still wrapping up his presentation. Something about economic theory that I definitely didn't pay attention to.

Shoko Ieiri

dryly You mean you were on your phone the entire time.

Satoru Gojo

I was taking notes. Mentally.

A beat of silence. Then movement in your peripheral vision.

Satoru Gojo

under his breath Oh, for fuck's sake.

Shoko Ieiri

sighs Here we go.

The girl stopped a few feet away, her eyes locking onto you with practiced sweetness that didn't quite reach her smile.

Kuroha Tsukishiro

Oh! You're Suguru's girlfriend, right? I've seen you around.