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"WHATS THE SITUATION?"Gojo said, standing next to to y/n. Fushiguro snapped his head around at the pair in surprise.
"Huh? Satoru Gojo? y/n? What're you doing here?" he asks, looking at them. you didn't bother looking back at your friend, you were too focused on the cute but very muscular boy ahead of you. He had bubblegum pink hair, a sharp jawline, caramel chocolate brown eyes and was about six inches taller than you from what you could see. It was safe to say you were almost head over heels already.
"Hey. We weren't planning on showing up, but you got kinda roughed up kid," Gojo exclaims, getting out his phone and snapping pictures.
"I'm glad we did though... who's that cute boy?" you whisper-yelled, loud enough they could hear you but not the pink haired boy. They both ignored you though, Gojo saying something about showing the second years whilst taking photos.
"I got an earful from the higher-ups because the special grade cursed objects still missing. I thought we'd do a little sightseeing and stop by. So, did you find it yet?" Gojo rambles as the cute boy gets closer to them.
The boy raises his hand, "Sorry but- I ate that thing," he tells them, pointing at himself.
"Really?" You and Gojo said in sync. "He did," Fushiguro confirmed as Gojo took a step closer to him, inspecting his face.
"So, can we keep him?" You ask, looking hopefully at the white haired man. "So... it really did combine with you. That's hilarious," Gojo stars rambling more with him about swapping with Sukuna, but you're not really listening.
"Megumi, hold on to this for me," He says, chucking him our bag of kikufuku.
"What is this?" He asks, looking at the bag. "It's kikufuku. Sendai's specialty and its amazingg," Gojo exclaims, me nodding along and sitting down cross-legged next to the ravenette.
'this guy went and got souvenirs while people are out here dying?' he thought, but they could tell what he was thinking.
"It's no souvenir, I got them for me and y/n on our daddy-daughter date on our bullet train ride home," he corrects, making you laugh a little.
