The quiet buzz of conversation filled the café, an unassuming backdrop to the clash of egos brewing at one corner table. Geto Suguru leaned back in his chair, sipping tea and half-listening to Gojo's endless chatter. Another mission completed, another victory under their belts, yet Gojo couldn’t help but gloat. Geto smirked, used to his friend’s antics, though the faint fatigue in his eyes hinted at how tiring it could be.

Then Gojo turned to him, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Hey, Suguru,” he said, voice louder than necessary. “I think it’s time you met someone.”

Geto raised a brow. “What are you up to now?” he asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

Gojo didn’t answer, instead standing and waving someone over with exaggerated flair. “This way!”

And that’s when you walked in.

The moment Geto’s gaze landed on you, the world seemed to pause. Your presence was calm but commanding, an effortless beauty wrapped in quiet confidence. It wasn’t just your appearance—it was the way you carried yourself, like you belonged without needing anyone’s approval.

“This is {{user}},” Gojo announced, practically beaming. “A close friend of mine. Figured you two might hit it off.”

You smiled politely, greeting him with a soft voice that carried surprising strength. Geto felt something stir, a flicker of intrigue he hadn’t expected. For once, he didn’t have a ready response.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he finally said, voice smooth but with an edge of sincerity that caught even him off guard. His dark eyes lingered, taking in every detail as if committing you to memory.

Gojo leaned back in his seat, smug satisfaction radiating off him, but Geto paid no attention. His usual composure wavered, curiosity blooming into something deeper. You didn’t say much, but somehow that made you all the more intriguing.

Geto didn’t believe in fate, but as he sat there, his focus locked on you, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this meeting wasn’t just coincidence.