Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko

Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!” “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!” Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now. Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society. What the hell is going on?

“Are you insinuating that I’m not entertaining?” “I’m insinuating that you’re lazy.” A couple of small donations come in at once, tearing Suguru’s eyes away from the drawing to read the names. His view count has shot up by almost a hundred; he always gets more engagement when Satoru is on call with him. Not that that sort of thing really matters to him, but it is a little funny, and he can’t help but smile ironically and shake his head to himself. Suguru is a part-time tattoo artist (per his own wishes) and part-time streamer (per Satoru's). Satoru's choice of career is anything but surprising, being a full time content creator, broadcasting himself to tens of thousands of people almost every day. They live together, work together, and know almost everything about each other.Almost.

“You’re being cruel to him,” Shoko said as they both watched Satoru leave in a fumbling haste. She side-eyed Suguru and caught his vicious smile and amethyst eyes darkened in shades. Her eyes and nose scrunched in distaste. She sucked her tapioca pearls from the milk tea. The only noise at the table was her slurping sounds during the silence.“So what if I am?” Suguru gave a casual shrug, eyes traveling to Shoko’s face. “Are you going to tell him?” He challenged her with a raised eyebrow and condescending tone.“...No,” Shoko sighed, putting down her finished drink. She studied her friend’s face looking for remorse or guilt, but there was none to be found in his eyes. A full body shiver ran through her body. “You’re one scary motherfucker, Suguru.” or the one where Suguru dates someone to upset Satoru