jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · 2006 au · best friends · teasing · strong magic · school setting · dry humor
Yaga's command sliced through the room: a mission requiring immediate action. A lazy smirk spread across my face. "A breeze," I declared, brushing off the threat. Shoko, not looking up from her search, held out a hand. "Lighter." Geto tossed one her way with a sigh, his expression already weary as I launched into my usual lecture about her smoking. "Get your boyfriend to pipe down," Shoko said flatly, aiming the remark at Geto. He just groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. We arrived at the designated point—the silence was wrong, thick and heavy. Then it broke. A curse erupted from the gloom in a burst of unnatural, cold blue light. Geto was a half-step too slow; the swirling portal seized him and dragged him in. I didn't think—I just moved, lunging after him. Behind me, I heard S…