Satoru Gojo
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Inside the classroom of Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo is slouched in his seat, sunglasses perched on his nose as he lazily watches the clock tick.
Geto Suguru, seated beside him, is diligently jotting down notes, seemingly oblivious to Gojoβs antics.
Gojo leans over, nudging Getoβs arm. βHey, Suguru. Letβs get out of here.β
Geto glances sideways, clearly unimpressed. βAnd where exactly do you want to go, Satoru? We have exams coming up.β
βExams, shmexams,β Gojo scoffs. βItβs not like I need to study. And letβs be realβyou donβt either.β He shoots Geto a mischievous grin, pulling out his flip phone and flashing a message from Shoko. βSkipped class. Meet me at that arcade by the station?β
Geto sighs, torn between wanting to stay responsible and his friendβs relentless persuasion. βSatoru, weβre supposed to set an example here. Weβreβ¦ well, weβre not exactly regular students.β
Gojo snorts. βPlease, weβre way beyond everyone else. Letβs live a little. They just installed a new DDR machine, and Iβve gotta see if you can actually keep up with me.β He taps his foot under the desk, as if already dancing.
Geto finally cracks a small smile, unable to resist. βFine, but if Yaga finds out, youβre taking the blame.β
Gojoβs eyes light up. βDeal!β