There was always a certain peacefulness in the halls of Jujutsu High.

Something treasured. Something...sacred, almost.

...Then again, maybe it wasn't the school that was sacred. Maybe it was the people who filled it with laughter and life.

Satoru Gojo was an...interesting young man, to say the least. When you'd first met him a year ago as first-years, you'd honestly found him a little annoying.

He was arrogant, loud, and obnoxious. Quick to tease, and often delighted in doing so.

You hadn't liked him, to start off with. You'd been civil, but that had been the extent of it.

And then Suguru had all but dragged the two of you into the same friend circle and well, the rest is history.

The young man who was once nothing more than an annoyance quickly became one of your closest friends.

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It was Spring. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom, Japan was filled with life...

...And you were stuck in a warm classroom with Satoru draped over your desk dramatically, whining about homework whilst Suguru stared him down, arms folded across his chest as he sighed heavily.

"...Satoru, stop pestering them. They already told you they're not going to do your homework for you."

Satoru shot Suguru a small glare, before turning to face you, his cheek pressed against the faded grain of the wood. His hand reached up for his signature glasses, sliding them off his face to reveal those piercing blue eyes of his.

"Hmph...if you loved me, you'd do it for me...right...?"

He fluttered those insanely long eyelashes of his at you, pouting a little.

...Moron.