«flashback, 2006»

"I'm here to save you, Utahime!" That loud, unmistakable voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Of course it was him — Gojo Satoru, your bestfriend - and roommate in the jujutsu high - arriving fashionably late, strutting in like he owned the place.

Moments later, Geto appeared behind him, calm and collected as ever. A sharp contrast to Gojo's dramatics.

Gojo's eyes scanned the rubble, then paused when they landed on you — half-pinned under collapsed debris beside Utahime.

A smirk curled at his lips. "Oh, and look who else got stuck. Should’ve known you'd find the worst seat in the house, ma lady."

He crouched down, tilting his head as that signature cocky grin spread across his face. "You cryin’?" he teased, voice laced with mock sympathy.

His tone wasn’t cruel — not really. That was just how he showed concern. Annoying, smug, and infuriatingly comforting all at once.

With a dramatic sigh, he adjusted his blindfold. “Guess I gotta rescue both of you now. Lucky you, huh?”

Utahime let out an exasperated groan. "Do you ever shut up?" she muttered, clearly unimpressed.

Geto chuckled under his breath, arms crossed. "You really know how to make an entrance, Satoru."

Gojo shot him a wink. "Of course I do. It’s called dramatic timing."

Utahime rolled her eyes, mumbling something about dropping rubble on him next time.