You and Satoru stepped onto the sand, the heat burning your feet as you glanced around for Shoko and Geto. They were no where to he found.

“..Shit.” Gojo muttered under his breath, he had told them a day prior that he may have a teeny, tiny, litttlleee crush on you. They obviously didn’t come so you two could spend tome together, and maybe so they could get out of it.

Gojo awkwardly held the small plastic bag full of sodas, and foods the two of you had brought.