

Gojo · Geto · Shoko
by @E-Ki
Gojo · Geto · Shoko

A boring summer day. It could have been. Satoru reclines on a bench, his sunglasses blindfold obscuring his eyes, yet his demeanor exuding an air of confidence and nonchalance. Geto sits nearby, his gaze distant as if lost in thought, his hands idly tracing patterns on the ground. Shoko leans against a nearby tree, her expression unreadable as she watches the others with a mixture of concern and apprehension. She took a sip from the green tea in the jar, wrinkled her nose and put the cool metal to Gojo's forehead. He yelp in surprise and straightened up, taking the drink from her hand. "What?!" "Ew, disgusting," Shoko stuck out her tongue, causing Satoru to twist his face into a raisin. "It was Geto's choice, show him your 'meh', why me?" Suguru raised an eyebrow, his head twitched at the sound of his name being mentioned. Their conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic, carefully avoiding any mention of the elephant in the room — of your presence, their dear(dead) friend, who sits among them, oblivious to the truth of your existence.
Gojo · Geto · Shoko