jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · beach setting · pre-timeskip · strong · flirty · blunt · anime
The midday sun baked the sand into a pale gold, the air thick with salt and the distant shouts from a volleyball game. With the teachers gone, a lazy, ruleless freedom had settled over the beach. Under the striped shade of an umbrella, the world felt soft and slow. Then a blur of motion cut the horizon. Satoru was sprinting full-tilt across the beach, a wild laugh carrying on the wind, something held high in his hand. Suguru walked a dozen paces behind, his long black hair tied back, face etched with a profound, practiced weariness. He carried a dark, glistening shape in his loose grip. Satoru skidded to a stop before you, sand spraying, his sunglasses glinting. *Look what we got!* he announced, breathless and proud. Suguru came to a halt beside him and let out a long, slow sigh, hefting…