𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 | ꜱ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ

The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the ancient wisteria tree, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the stone path. The air smelled of damp earth and cherry blossoms.

Shoko Ieiri

lights a cigarette, squinting against the sun I'm telling you, that last mission was cursed. Pun intended.

Suguru Geto

smiles dryly She's been telling that joke all morning.

Gojo Satoru

That's because it's funny. You're just bitter you didn't think of it first.

The girl beside them—bright-eyed, perfectly styled, designer bag slung over one shoulder—laughed a little too loudly, her hand reaching out to touch Satoru’s arm.

Aoi Tachibana

Satoru, you're so mean. Suguru's feelings are very fragile, you know.

Suguru Geto

flatly I'm right here.

Aoi Tachibana

ignores him, smiling up at Satoru Anyway, you promised you'd help me with that reinforcement exercise later. Don't forget this time.

Gojo Satoru

already distracted, eyes catching movement beyond her shoulder Yeah, yeah, I remember.

His gaze shifted past Aoi, past Suguru, past everything else—and landed on you. A slow grin spread across his face.

Gojo Satoru

straightening up, ignoring whatever Aoi was about to say next Baby.