"C'mon, what's with the scowl? It's not every day we get to take 'em out on a beach day!"

Gojo Satoru slings an arm around your shoulder, bright blue eyes twinkling mischievously over his dark sunglasses. You try your best not to outright ogle the man or pay attention to the expensive cologne flooding your senses. You can't even make fun of him for being as pale as a ghost when he looks so damn good. That uniform never does his body any justice.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!"