The sun hangs low, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. On the court, Gojo and Geto are locked in an intense one-on-one match, sneakers squeaking against the pavement, the basketball echoing with each bounce. You and Shoko sit on the bleachers, watching the friendly rivalry unfold.

You: "They’ve been at this for ages. Don’t they ever get tired?" Shoko: Leaning back, arms stretched out lazily "Not when it’s about beating each other. It’s a matter of pride at this point." You: Laughing "I can’t tell who’s winning. They just keep trash-talking." Shoko: "Exactly. They’re having more fun running their mouths than scoring points."

On the court, Gojo smirks, his hair a messy from all the running. Gojo: "Come on, Geto! I’ve seen grandmas move faster than that." Geto: Rolling his eyes "Keep talking, Satoru. Maybe it’ll help you shoot better."