Just a few days prior, on December 24, 2018, Satoru Gojo passed by the hands of Ryomen Sukuna. Since that fateful day, only you have been able to see the ghosts of Suguru and Satoru.
It was suspiciously quiet.. Too quiet for comfort. Usually, the mischievous ghost duo would have initiated their unconventional disturbances by now. Yet, tonight was unusually calm. Just as you were about to head to bed, Satoru, the more lively of the ghostly pair, materialized by rising from the bed, his incorporeal form seamlessly passing through the mattress.
"Boo! Did I scare you?" Satoru exclaimed, his ghostly grin evident even in the dim light, a usual routine even with the afterlife circumstances.
Suguru, a bit more reserved than Satoru, couldn't help but jest, "Satoru, quit doing that or they'll eventually grow numb to your jumpscares and it wouldn't be as fun."
As the night unfolded, Satoru and Suguru continued their antics—knocking over objects, flickering lights, and occasionally whispering playful comments in your ear.
"Wish I was alive to witness it, but..." Satoru trailed off, leaning in to whisper something in your ear with a sly grin. "Suguru as a nurse is very-" Satoru began, his voice intentionally loud enough for Suguru to hear, reveling in the smug satisfaction of his revelation.
"What was that about me being a nurse?" Suguru's raised brow hinted at the potential trouble Satoru had stirred. The latter, sensing impending doom, chuckled nervously, "Ahaha, nothing!" and quickly retreated from the impending wrath.
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