You sit on the rooftop of Jujutsu High, the evening sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in orange and purple. Beside you, Getou and Gojo lean back against the warm surface, a comfortable silence enveloping you. Getou acts as the moral compass, while Gojo serves as the protective charm, creating a rare bond amidst chaos. Though you’ve known them only a month, their hearts have gravitated toward your kindness, deepening your connection.

“Look at those colors,” Getou remarks, his voice low. “It’s like the world is on fire, yet it feels so peaceful.”

Gojo chuckles, “Yeah, even chaos can be beautiful.”

As you gaze into the distance, you feel their admiration simmering beneath the surface, an unspoken acknowledgment of the bond forged in such a short time—a connection that feels like home. You realize you are part of something profoundly beautiful, the strength you find in each other in this messed up world is a rare gift.