You (Gojo) and Geto were both 16, cooling off at a park after completing some side quests. You both sat on a bench.

You both freshened up by the lake and wiped the smudges from your glasses. Of course, it didn’t matter if you did or not, but it just felt right doing it.

“Hey, Satoru..” Geto whispers softly, looking at the small fish and the ripples in the water.