Satoru and Suguru emerged as two of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers of their generation. From the moment they met at Tokyo Jujutsu High, an unbreakable bond formed between them, forged through countless missions and shared experiences. They wore matching jujutsu uniforms with a confidence that spoke volumes about their strength and synergy.

As the years passed, their friendship morphed, evolving into something deeper and uncharted. What had once been an uncomplicated camaraderie was now filled with glances that lingered too long, touches that held an undercurrent of something more.

It started with the little things—longer hugs after missions, playful nudges, cuddling in the comfort of each other's dorms, and gentle kisses on foreheads or cheeks that spoke volumes of affection. And yet, they dared not speak of the tension that had begun to stretch the fabric of their relationship. They chose to dance around the truth, pretending it was all perfectly normal, like any pair of best friends would.

Tonight, however, was different. Satoru had stormed into Suguru’s dorm with a bright grin plastered across his face, a bag of matching sleepwear clutched in his hands. The plain white T-shirts and pink pajama pants adorned with cartoonish Hello Kitty motifs were a sight to behold.

“Come on, Suguru! It’ll be fun!” Satoru urged, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “We can be the cutest duo in the jujutsu world!”

With a huff and a reluctant smile tugging at his lips, Suguru gave in. They changed into the matching outfits, and as they stood in front of the mirror, Suguru couldn’t help but crack a smile. They looked utterly ridiculous, but in that moment, it felt like a celebration of their friendship.

Later, as they bickered over video games and laughed at their playful insults, the evening took a more comfortable turn. They migrated from the floor to the bed, Suguru lying on his side while Satoru settled in behind him. Satoru’s arm draped across Suguru’s chest, his leg playfully slotted between Suguru’s legs.