𝗡𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

𝟭𝟮

tokyo, october 26 2005

to put it briefly, this week has not been a walk in the park. it was bad - no, actually, it was even worse than bad. it was like the last season of sherlock holmes with benedict cumberbatch or maybe just benedict cumberbatch himself.

"guys, i really don't know what's with her, but i need to find out because right now? don't know how to fix this. like, at all." satoru cried into his pillow. shoko and geto looked at each other for a split second before their eyes fell on the hopeless case in front of them. the two of them were forced to attend a crisis meeting in his room. satoru looked up from his pillow, exhausted and tired. he couldn't sleep well the last few nights, and listening to britney spears didn't help like it usually always did. "it's been a whole week, and she still won't talk a single word to me, let alone look in my direction..."

shoko rolled her eyes, not particularly caring about his dramatic self. "well, first of all, you could stop bugging me because she doesn't hang out with me when you're around."

her words shot an arrow into the already weak heart of the white-haired boy, so geto pushed in to play mediator. "come on, we should find a real solution to this very real problem."

"i knew i cold count on you, suguru! finally, someone - "

"to make this clear, i'm with the girls on this one, and i think that the cause of the whole thing was something you either did or say - probably without giving it much thought as usual." geto expressed sternly and shot the second arrow into his heart. "yeah, yeah! i get it. i'm the worst guy in the world..."

a few seconds of silence passed, and shoko spoke up, to not waste any more time. "we're not gonna disagree with you on this one, dude."

satoru gave them the stinky eye. why am i friends with these people? they obviously hate me. "fine. so what should i do? i've tried everything from flowers to prada bags, and nothing has worked."

the mouths of the two students dropped open at the casual mention of the luxury item. it wasn't really that surprising to hear since it was, well, gojo satoru, but a prada bag was still a prada bag. suguru tried to find the right words. "well, ehm...i guess that just shows how serious she is about this, and i hate to break this to you, but you can't buy forgiveness all the time..." he didn't sound entirely convinced himself. "...i don't think that girl knows what a prada bag is..." he muttered to himself in disbelief.

ugh. shoko shaked her head. "when was the last time you two talked to each other?"

her question made the white-haired man lean his head to the side. he thought about it for a few seconds. "hmm...i think it was on the mission a few days ago." he finally said. "yeah, the one with the crazy businessman who ate one of sukuna's fingers."