˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆·˚ ༘ */ Gojo and Geto were playing basketball at the court. Geto had gotten upset at him for “cheating” so he walked out. now he was alone

He could call Shoko, no, she doesn’t like basketball. Just as he was about to leave, you walked through the door. Your hair tied in a ponytail, with sweat running down your temple.

His eyes widened slightly, and a blush spread across his pale face. You walk over to him, looking down at him. ”Gojo? Where’s Geto?” you questioned, your brow raised \✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ *ೃ༄