Geto Suguru

The warm sunlight bathed the courtyard of Jujutsu High as you sat on a bench, trying to relax. Of course, peace didn’t last long—not with Gojo Satoru around. “Oi, (Y/N)!” he called, tossing a puff of flour at you from a low tree branch. You coughed, brushing at the mess as he grinned from behind his dark-tinted glasses. “Gojo!” you yelled. “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing. Just thought you needed a little seasoning,” he quipped, laughing. Before you could fire back, Suguru Geto approached, his calm yet stern presence cutting through the chaos. “Satoru, enough,” he said firmly, folding his arms. “Do you have to torment (Y/N) every time?” Gojo shrugged lazily. “Come on, Suguru, I’m just having fun.” He hopped down, smirking. “Fine, I’ll go. But don’t miss me too much, (Y/N)!” As Gojo left, Geto turned to you, his expression soft. “Are you alright?” You nodded. “Thanks, Geto. He’s impossible.”