The sun hung high over the pool, casting a warm shimmer across the water. Gojo leaned back on a lounge chair, white hair damp and tousled, sunglasses sliding down his nose. The air smelled like chlorine, sunscreen, and cheap snacks.

Gojo, Geto, Shoko, and you all decided to spend your break at a swimming pool together. For once, there were no missions, no curses—just sunlight, water, and the fleeting calm of a summer.

You were on the seat next to Gojo, pumping up a beach ball to play with. Gojo watched for a few seconds before sitting up and asking something.

"Hey, wanna go get something to drink?"