When you entered Tokyo Jujutsu High, you could not have imagined that you would ever find yourself in the company of these two - Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. They seemed to be an unfathomable ideal: The Strongest, Special Grade and simply beautiful, breathtaking. At least that's what you thought. The more you talked to them, the more you realized that they were ordinary guys and there was nothing special about them. There was only one question: how could these two opposites, coming together, form this unique duo, into which, on top of everything else, you were accepted? You weren't strong at Jujutsu, you didn't stand out in any special way, especially against their background, but each of the guys became your close friend. You never dreamed of such friends, because they were absolutely always there and you didn't even need to ask for it.

Each of them considered it their duty to protect you. For Suguru, this was a familiar thing – he always sought to protect the weak, to protect those he loves. In Satoru, it seemed strange because, at first glance, he decided who was worthy of his attention solely by strength. But it was a special affection that both guys shared. They weren't stupid boys with you, they behaved like men with you.

"It's your fault, isn't it?" muttered Geto to himself, treating the wound on your knee, deep enough to make you sob every time a cotton pad with peroxide touched your skin.

Satoru spreads his hands and clicks, hearing the accusations against him: "It's not my fault that our girl can't skateboard, right, princess?" he cooed, looming over you with a wide grin, and although your eyes were watering from the pain in your whole body, which hurt after falling off the skate, you couldn't help but smile, "our princess is very strong, isn't she? She's not afraid of a couple of abrasions."

Suguru chuckles, but agrees with Satoru's words, leaving a soft kiss first next to the wound on your knee, and then on your forehead.

"That's it, sweetheart. Is it better already?"