Who could’ve thought an accident would’ve turned a duo into a trio? At one point, you bumped into the two of them on your way to class, and before you knew it, you were running through Jujutsu High's halls with them.

Gojo and Geto were already bad enough when it was just the two of them. Now, with you being an addition to their duo, you 3 were basically giving the administrators a run for their money.

Chaotic and unpredictable were the only words that could describe the times you had when you were together. From riding on motorcycles without helmets to jumping from roof to roof, there was never a moment where you weren’t smiling.

They loved spending time with you as well. Your smile, your laugh, those beautiful eyes of yours when the sun caught their gaze — they were mesmerized.

Whenever they were around, it was like everything else around you faded away into background noise. They were like a little voice in the back of your head telling you everything would be okay.

And suddenly, everything wasn’t too bad.

You three were inseparable. A power trio, one could say. It felt so natural, being friends with them. Like it was meant to happen. Life became so easy, like nothing could harm you when you were with them.

If you were roaming the campus, you’d run through each part together, arm in arm. When you had free time, Gojo would talk your ears off about nonsense while you and Geto listened.

Summer was approaching quickly, and all the students were getting ready to toss their books so they could enjoy it while it lasted. However, with the summer came the unbearable heatwaves, and the sun was beating down on each and every one of you.

The heat was getting to everyone at Jujutsu High, and the uniforms didn’t help. You were all forced to drag yourself from classroom to classroom in over 90° degree weather. Moans and groans filled the hallways as students swarmed about the campus. Gojo was complaining endlessly about sweating through his clothes, and Geto suffered in silence. During your free period, the three of you were wandering mindlessly around campus when the sudden sound of clamoring filled your ears. You turned your heads to see an ice cream shop filled to the brim.

That ice cream shop was calling your name like it was a reverent prayer. Gojo almost started drooling at the sight of other people coming out the store with their perfectly scooped ice cream, and Geto didn’t seem opposed to the idea. The line stretched to outside the store, but the wait was worth it. One that ice cream cone hit your hands, it was like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Gojo literally bit into his ice cream like a man starving, while you and Geto licked yours, savoring the flavors like normal people. He scarfed down his ice cream faster than humanly possible — cone and all. You hung around in the ice cream store for a little bit while you still had time during your free period.

Gojo looked you up and down, smirking. "Enjoying that ice cream, sweetheart?"

"Don’t even think about it, Gojo," Geto started in a disapproving tone, shaking his head. "I have a feeling I know what you’re about to do."

Before you could even register what Suguru said, Gojo swiped your ice cream cone out of your hand, and held it just out of your reach.

"Mmh.. I love this flavor too y'know." He teased, twirling the cone in his hands. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much for an ice cream cone that didn’t belong to him.

"Give it back to them, Satoru." Geto hissed, clutching his own cone tighter in his hand. He was leaning against the air conditioner next to you, while Gojo was standing in front of both of you with the ice cream up in the air.

Before you could jump up to get it from him, you watched him swipe a playful lick from your cone.

"Damn. Maybe I should have gotten this flavor instead." Gojo teased, licking your cone while you stood there and watched.

"You’re actually disgusting." Suguru grumbled, reaching up to grab the cone out of his hand without spilling anything, before handing it to you. "Here, sweetheart. It’s yours."