Jujutsu Kaisen - Orbiting a black hole

Incomplete domain

Japan tends to emanate innate magic about entertainment and distraction, giving the impression that you would never be able to fully know it even if you devoted all your life days to unraveling it. This characteristic made the tourist activity an unlimited pleasure of infinite possibilities, something that Gojo always liked to take advantage of at any opportunity, especially if it involved an afternoon of escaping school responsibilities and having fun at the expense of his friends.

It was Geto's turn to choose where they would go. He used to be very critical of the lack of respect for their own obligations, but he was not very good at denying him anything, then he got used to it and took so much pleasure in the calm days that he became one more to want them.

The afternoon in question took them to a beach of clear sand and crystal clear waters, which, even in the height of spring, was a paradise on earth. Although it seemed to be something like a beautiful terror in the eyes of the Brazilian member of the group.

- Satoru, remind me again why exactly I agreed to come here, please. - Uyara grunted looking at her longtime friend as if were an abandoned puppy, frightened.

- You asked me to stop you from killing my superiors and you don't like to leave me alone with Suguru, of course. - He still had the audacity to give her an expression of innocence, while he smiled as if he had no connection with the choice of location.

Of course, how could Geto know exactly that silly and recent fear, which made her hesitate before the open sea in a geographically unstable country? The bastard was still smiling at her openly as if he were pleased to provoke her for it. Kioku used to be much less resentful of the other teenager when he still had the need to be formal in her presence.

- Sugu-kun is so mean to me ... - She dramatized in a tearful voice, not caring at all if the person in question was steps away.

- Your dread of the sea is not my problem. - The boy with black hair showed his tongue, childishly.

- Idiot! I am not afraid of the sea. - Her horrified look hasn't changed, however. - It's earthquakes ... the possibility of a tsunami. - Her skin was paler than normal.

Only a distorted sense of ethics and love of the balls prevented the irritation of Uyara's existence from laughing. Gojo, on the other hand, had no qualms and laughed openly, putting his arm around her shoulder as if he wanted to convey some kind of comfort.

- Don't worry, Himawari. I leave you on the other side of the country in the first tremor that any of us feel. - He had a big, bright smile, like the sun itself. - Wait here I prepared something to cheer you up.

The god-man walked away, as if he had chosen not to bring anything with the rest of his items on purpose. Those who stayed behind watched him walk as if they did not believe in the behavior of the bond that united them, although it didn't bother the boy of Japanese origin at the moment.

Geto was already comfortably seated with his eyes closed on his sun lounger exposed to the sun, he wore a black shorts and an open flowered blouse, while the woman had chosen to wear a short dark green short, the top of a printed bikini and her usual glasses, along with a sun hat that harmonized perfectly with her face and hair. Her country's reputation was not contradicted with that body, although the hideous scar on her belly was not so pleasant to look at.

- Himawari? - He questioned mockingly, there was no one in the world who would match less with such a delicate nickname.

- Sato-kun call himself the sun of my life and gave me that nickname becauseI behave in the same way as a sunflower near him and apparently I have no vitality when I'm far away. - Kioku replied absently. Which explained the lack of implication in his voice.