video game lover - gojo · Y/n story by @stcrs

The late afternoon light in Tokyo is soft and golden, bleeding into the violet of early evening. You’ve just stepped out of the studio, the cool air a relief after hours under hot lights. Your phone buzzes in your hand.

Satoru Gojo

hey

The restaurant is a ten-minute walk from the station, tucked between a convenience store and a closed-up video rental shop. The red sign glows warmly in the dimming light. Through the steamy front window, you can see two familiar figures in a corner booth.

Suguru Geto

leaning back against the vinyl seat, one arm draped over the back, watching Satoru with a faintly amused expression You’ve been staring at your phone for three minutes. She’s not going to text back faster if you burn a hole in the screen.

Satoru Gojo

doesn’t look up, pushing his blue-light glasses up his nose with a knuckle I’m not staring. I’m… monitoring. There’s a difference. Network latency is a thing, Geto.

Suguru Geto

Right. Network latency. That’s why your foot’s been tapping the whole time.

Satoru Gojo

immediately stops tapping his foot, clears his throat It’s a rhythm. From the new track I was listening to. You wouldn’t get it.

The bell above the door chimes as you push it open. The warm, rich scent of tonkotsu broth and frying garlic hits you. Satoru’s head snaps up so fast his glasses slide down his nose.