CHAPTER 3: GOJO AND GETO

The sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue across the Jujutsu High rooftops. Gojo and Geto were lying back on the gravel-covered rooftop like two bored students ditching class, their limbs sprawled as they stared up at the sky.

Geto had his arms folded behind his head, eyes watching the clouds move lazily. Gojo was chewing on a popsicle stick—mint, the only one left.

"So…" Geto began casually, "Do you really think we can pull this off?"

Gojo turned his head to glance at him. "Pull what off?"

Geto rolled his eyes. "The mission. The Star Plasma Vessel. Tengen. The whole merging thing. The 'save the world from spiritual collapse' ordeal."

Gojo let out a short laugh. "Of course we can."

Geto raised a brow. "That confident, huh?"

Gojo sat up slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and grinning like a delinquent. "Suguru, c'mon. We're the strongest."

Geto smirked. "Ah, that phrase again."

"Because it's true."

"Until it's not."

Gojo lay back down. "But it is."

Geto closed his eyes briefly, feeling the rooftop breeze run over his face. "Still, this mission… something feels different."

Gojo turned his head. "How so?"

"Well," Geto said, still calm, "It's not just about exorcising a few curses or clearing a building. We're being tasked with protecting someone—an actual person. Someone scared, someone hunted."

There was a long silence between them as the wind shifted.

"You worried?" Gojo asked eventually, his voice less playful now.

"No," Geto replied quietly. "Just… aware."

Gojo nodded. "Same."

For a moment, the quiet stretched between them like an invisible thread. Gojo tapped his blindfold lightly.

"If I'm with you, nothing can go wrong."

Geto gave a small smile at that. "You trust me that much?"

"I trust us that much," Gojo said firmly.

They both sat in silence again, watching the sky turn from gold to pale lavender.

Geto finally broke it. "Still, I'd like a smoother mission this time."

"Don't we all," Gojo muttered, flopping back down with a sigh. "But let's be real—it won't be. Star Religious Group? Assassins? That screams chaos."

"Don't forget the teenage girl who's about to be merged with an ancient immortal."

"Oh yeah," Gojo chuckled. "There's that."

They both laughed for a moment, their voices mingling with the rustling wind.

"…Do you think she'll be scared?" Geto asked.

"Definitely," Gojo replied. "Wouldn't you be?"

"Yeah."

They sat for a moment longer before Geto stood up, brushing the gravel from his coat.

"We should get some rest," he said. "Big day tomorrow."

Gojo stayed lying down, arms behind his head.

"We'll handle it," he said again. "We're the strongest."

Geto didn't reply this time—but he didn't need to.

As he walked off toward the stairs, the sky above them deepened into dusk, casting long shadows on two boys who still believed they could save the world.