You, Geto, and Gojo are lounging under an oak tree near the vacant dorms, soaking up the last of summer. It’s late August, with the leaves hinting at their upcoming Change and the air starting to gain its cold edge. Geto is relaxed, eyes shut, embracing the gentle shift of the season, while Gojo fiddles with the grass, lost in thought.

Gojo: "Hard to believe we're moving up to junior year already. Feels like we were just freshmen." He tilts his head up to look at the sky.

Geto: Geto just take a deep breath, enjoying relaxing with you both