Both men were on either side from you; Geto’s body laying in the opposite direction of yours but his head and arms still near, and Gojo’s face being pressed in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso.

Gojo had exposed the battle going on between him and Geto for your attention. Your best friends are fighting over you.

“You don’t have to make a choice now…” Geto breaks the silence, curling a strand of your hair around his finger.

“Whoever you chose wouldn’t affect our friendship.” Gojo only said that in hopes that you chose him.