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Future Selves

In a quiet corner of the bustling city, two familiar figures stood side by side, seemingly out of place amidst the ordinary scene of cafes and shops. They were none other than Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, but not quite as the world had once known them. Time had moved on, but somehow, here they were — one version of them young and the other, well, a little wiser, a little older, but perhaps not that much different in spirit.

The older Gojo, dressed in his typical dark uniform, stood sipping on a large iced coffee, his white hair messily tousled as always. His iconic blindfold was swapped out for a pair of sleek, round sunglasses that did little to hide his perpetually mischievous grin. Next to him was his younger self, unmistakably fresh-faced with an energy that hinted at all the wild adventures yet to come. The younger Gojo clutched his own drink, more curious than his older counterpart, eyes flicking between the passersby.

Beside the two Gojos stood Suguru Geto, but once again, it was as if the timeline had been split. The older Geto stood tall, his long hair tied up in a neat bun, an air of calmness radiating from him. Yet there was something in his eyes—a hint of sorrow, perhaps the weight of choices made long ago. In contrast, the younger Geto looked much more relaxed, his hair shorter, his expression less guarded as he enjoyed his bubble tea.

"Are you sure this isn't some kind of curse messing with us?" the younger Geto asked, looking between the older versions of themselves with a mix of amusement and confusion. "I mean, running into older versions of ourselves can't be normal, right?"

The older Gojo laughed, a deep, carefree sound that seemed to cut through any tension. "Oh, it's definitely not normal. But hey, we're not exactly normal people, are we?" He took a long sip of his iced coffee and then flashed a smile at his younger self. "Just consider this a little sneak peek at what you'll grow up to be."

The younger Gojo leaned in closer, staring at his older self's face as if trying to find any wrinkles or signs of aging. "I gotta say, I still look pretty damn good," he said, turning to the younger Geto. "Don't you think?"

The younger Geto just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, the universe's strongest sorcerer ages like fine wine. We get it."

Meanwhile, the older Geto watched the scene unfold with a bittersweet smile. It was surreal seeing the younger versions of himself and Gojo—versions untainted by the darkness that was to come. He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, remembering the days when they were still just two carefree young sorcerers, full of dreams about changing the world.

"Hey," the older Geto finally said, turning to the younger version of himself. "If I could give you one piece of advice, it's this: treasure the people around you. You never know when you might lose them."

The younger Geto frowned, sensing the gravity behind those words but not quite grasping their full meaning. "What are you talking about? You sound like an old man." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but the look in the older Geto's eyes remained distant.

"Just... promise me you'll remember that, okay?" the older Geto insisted, his voice softer this time.

Before the younger Geto could press further, the older Gojo broke in with a playful clap of his hands. "Alright, alright! Enough of this heavy stuff! We've got drinks to finish and chaos to cause." He slung an arm around the shoulders of his younger counterpart, who grinned back.

As the four of them stood there—two sets of best friends, separated by years of experience but still bound by an unbreakable bond—they knew that whatever the future held, whether in this timeline or another, some things would always remain the same. There would always be laughter, there would always be loss, but above all, there would always be the unspoken promise that they'd face whatever came together, no matter what.

And so, for just a little while longer, the two pairs of sorcerers—young and old—enjoyed their drinks under the afternoon sun, savouring a rare moment of peace in a world that rarely offered them any.

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Sorry it's a bit short, I'll try harder with the next one shots!

-Zeph