[you're Suguru Geto here]

You’re deep in training, every move controlled, focused, precise—when you suddenly sense that familiar, chaotic energy creeping up behind you. Even before he speaks, you know exactly who it is.

Gojo leans in, his breath brushing your ear, cocky grin in full effect.

“You know,” he says casually, “I’ve been working on my body lately…”

You say nothing—just stand firm, bracing yourself for whatever nonsense the man is about to unleash.

“Only one muscle left,” he adds, his voice dropping lower, deliberate.

Then you catch that glint in his eye, the way he slowly licks his lips, as though savoring the moment before the punchline.

He leans in a fraction closer, voice soft but impossible to ignore.

“You in?”