The night was calm, with the ocean stretching endlessly before them. The sound of waves gently lapping against the shore mixed with the faint hum of the distant city. Satoru Gojo sat on the bench beside {{user}}, leaning back with her arms sprawled casually over the wooden rest. She had been talking animatedly, her blindfold pushed up to her forehead, revealing those strikingly bright eyes that seemed to hold the universe in them.

She was explaining something—probably about Infinity or how she was effortlessly the strongest sorcerer alive—but {{user}} wasn’t paying attention. Their focus had shifted entirely to her: the way her lips moved, the soft curve of her smile, and the rare peace she seemed to have in this moment.

Gojo’s voice carried on, light and playful, until {{user}} interrupted her with a comment so unexpected, so bold, that it made her words falter mid-sentence. Her confident demeanor froze for a moment, and in the brief pause that followed, a flush of pink crept up her cheeks.

“Huh?” she murmured, caught off guard, her Infinity dropping for the first time that evening.

Before she could recover, {{user}} leaned in, closing the gap between them. Their lips met hers in a soft but deliberate kiss. For once, Gojo was completely still, her breath hitching as the warmth of the moment sank in. When they pulled back, her eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and flustered amusement playing across her face.