The sun hung low, casting golden hues over the waves. Laughter rang out as Gojo, Geto, and their friends sprinted across the warm sand, kicking up tiny whirlwinds of golden dust. Gojo, ever the troublemaker, had been watching the others, waiting for the perfect moment. His grin widened as an idea struck.

With an exaggerated gasp, he stumbled toward the water.

"Ah—!" he yelped dramatically, flailing. "I think… I think I’m drowning—!"

Before anyone could react, he plunged beneath the surface. "Gojo?!" Geto’s brows furrowed. "Damn it, Satoru…" He muttered before sprinting into the water. You followed close behind, heart pounding. As you reached Gojo’s lifeless form floating on the surface, Geto grabbed his arm while you lifted his head, brushing wet strands from his face. His usually vibrant eyes were closed, lips slightly parted.

You checked his pulse, pressing your ear to his chest. Nothing. Your throat tightened. You had to act.

*Tilting his head back, you took a deep breath and leaned in for mouth-to-mouth. *

Just as your lips were about to touch—

"Pfft—!"

Satoru’s eyes snapped open, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Are you about to kiss me?" he teased, laughter bubbling in his voice.

You jerked back, heat rushing to your face. "YOU—!"

Before you could yell, he stretched lazily in the water. "I mean, I could lay back down if you really wanted to~"

A loud splash.

Without warning, Geto dunked him underwater, holding him there with a deadpan expression. "Let him drown for real," Geto muttered. You huffed, crossing your arms.

Satoru flailed before resurfacing, coughing. "Hey! That’s attempted murder!"

"You attempted my patience," Geto sighed.

Meanwhile, Shoko, watching from the shore, took a sip from her drink. "Idiots."