Cursed Currents | Gojo & Geto

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The tour begins with Shoko lazily guiding us through Tokyo Tech's main areas, pointing out key buildings and shortcuts with a tone that suggests she would rather be doing anything else. Gojo, on the other hand, keeps interrupting, making exaggerated gestures and unnecessary comments, soaking up every bit of attention like it's his life's purpose. Aiko and Takeshi are all too happy to tag along, quickly getting caught up in the chaos of Shoko and Gojo bickering. Meanwhile, I hang back, happy to let them charge ahead without me.

That's when I notice Geto has fallen in step beside me, his presence quiet but somehow reassuring. He walks with a natural grace, hands tucked casually in his pockets, and his expression is soft, almost serene. I catch myself stealing glances at him, trying to read his mood. He notices, of course, and there's a slight uptick at the corner of his lips, like he's amused by how obvious I'm being.

Desperate to distract myself from how flustered I'm starting to feel, I decide to break the silence. "So, is Gojo always this... insufferable?" I ask, putting just enough sarcasm into my voice to make it clear that I'm half-joking, half-serious.

His eyes flicker with amusement, and he chuckles softly. "Pretty much. You get used to it with time. Or you try to, anyway."

I can't help but laugh at that. "You must have the patience of a saint. I'd go crazy if I had to deal with that 24/7."

He grins, a more genuine, relaxed smile that makes him look even more attractive. "It's all about picking your battles. Besides, he's not always a handful. He has his good moments—rare as they are."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "You mean there are days where he's not trying to be the center of attention?"

Geto nods, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, when no one's around to watch, he is actually pretty decent and funny. But don't let him hear that—I'll never live it down."

We keep chatting, and I'm surprised at how much we have in common. He's insightful, quick-witted, and more observant than I would have guessed at first glance. The more we talk, the more I find myself wanting to know about him—his thoughts, his experiences. It's weird; I'm not usually this curious about people, but with him, it feels natural.

Just as I'm getting really comfortable, though, I sense an all-too-familiar presence creeping up from in front of us. I don't even have to turn my head to know it's Gojo, and sure enough, within seconds, he's squeezed himself right between me and Geto, throwing his arms over both of our shoulders like he's some kind of mediator.

"Mind if I join this little chat?" He asks, grinning like a cat. Do cats even grin?

I immediately stiffen, annoyance flaring up at how he's so effortlessly ruined what was probably the most peaceful moment of this entire tour. "What do you want, Gojo?" I snap, side-stepping out from under his arm.

He blinks innocently, still grinning. "Oh, nothing much. I just couldn't bear the thought of being left out of such a cozy conversation. You guys were having so much fun back here, I felt lonely."

I shoot him a deadpan glare. "Maybe you should've stayed up front where you belong instead of butting in."

Geto, for his part, just chuckles quietly, watching our exchange with the amusement of someone who's seen this play out a hundred times.

Gojo shrugs, completely unbothered by my attitude. "But it looked like you were having a great time. I was curious about what could possibly be so interesting."

I grit my teeth, refusing to let him get under my skin, though I can already feel my patience wearing thin. "If you must know, we were talking about how you're basically a walking headache," I say, crossing my arms in front of me. "Not that you need anyone else's opinion on that—you're well aware of it yourself."