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"Turn left," the navigator's voice echoed in the car as Gojo expertly grasped the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the road ahead.
The roads were surprisingly fine despite the news reporting a snowstorm just yesterday. The remnants of the winter's icy embrace clung to the edges, creating a picturesque scene that unfolded outside the car windows. The trees wore a delicate frosting of snow, and the sunlight played with the shimmering crystals, turning the landscape into a glistening wonderland.
"The weather is on our side today," Gojo remarked, his eyes briefly meeting yours through the rearview mirror. "Yeah" You replied simply
"You have arrived at your destination," the navigator's voice declared, prompting you to take your phone off the stand and close the navigation apps.
Gojo skillfully maneuvered the vehicle into the parking area, and with a satisfying hum, the engine quieted. Opening the car door, you were greeted by a breath of fresh air, a subtle mix of nature and the distant murmurings of the city beyond.
You surveyed the surroundings, your eyes scanning the landscape for the perfect spot to set up tent.
"I think this is fine," Gojo spoke up, an empty spot, embraced by the comforting embrace of tall trees, revealed a glimpse of a small river nearby.
Nodding in agreement, "Let's build the tent," you suggested. With that you dropped off camping equipment
"I forgot to tell you that I've never built a tent before," he confessed, and you responded with a deadpan expression.
"Are you playing around with me?" you said, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.
"No," he rubbed the back of his hair, a sheepish grin on his face. "Hey, it's fine. at least there's a paper guide for it, right?" He began searching for the elusive guide.
"There's no paper guide," he said, a hint of panic creeping into his expression. You couldn't help but facepalm at the revelation.
"Let's just try to figure it out ourselves," you suggested, taking the tent from him and laying out the equipment.
"Let's start with these poles, I guess?"
He nodded, and you both attempted to decipher the cryptic language of tent-pole assembly. As you struggled, Gojo's face contorted into a look of pure concentration.
"Maybe if we just... no, that doesn't look right," he mumbled to himself, earning a laugh from you.
"Smooth, Satoru. Real smooth," you teased, attempting to fit the poles together.
After almost two hours of trial and error, and a couple of accidental pokes from the tent stakes, the tent miraculously started to take shape.
"See, it's not that hard," Gojo declared, a triumphant glint in his eyes.
