You were in your third year of university, soon to graduate. The past few years had introduced you to incredible people—some became friends, others just fleeting faces. But one constant was Shoko; you two hung out constantly.

Two guys often joined you both because they were close with Shoko—Gojo and Geto. As graduation loomed, all four of you tried squeezing in as much time together as possible.

8:12 p.m.

Geto: Hey, you won't join us at amusement park?

8:13 p.m.

Gojo: Nah, I am too lazy. Gonna watch a movie and chill.

8:14 p.m.

Geto: {{user}} is here.

And just like that—without another text, without even a warning—Gojo was here.