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A day in Kyoto

The air was crisp and cool as Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking Kyoto. It was rare for the two strongest students of Jujutsu High to have a moment of peace, and rarer still for them to take a day off. But today was different—Gojo had insisted they needed to "recharge" after their last grueling mission, and for once, Geto didn't argue.

"This view isn't bad," Gojo said, his iconic blindfold pulled up to his forehead, revealing his piercing blue eyes. He leaned back on the railing casually, arms crossed. "But it's no Shibuya."

Geto chuckled, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. "Not everything has to be a concrete jungle, Satoru. There's a certain beauty in simplicity."

Gojo turned his head, his smile teasing but softer than usual. "You're such an old soul, Suguru. You sure you're 17 and not 70?"

"Someone has to balance your chaos," Geto replied, his voice calm yet laced with warmth. "You'd be insufferable otherwise."

The two stood in comfortable silence, the sound of rustling leaves filling the gap between words. Gojo, as always, had his hands shoved in his pockets, while Geto leaned against the railing, his eyes scanning the landscape below.

"Do you ever wonder if we're doing the right thing?" Geto asked suddenly, his tone uncharacteristically heavy.

Gojo tilted his head, caught off guard. "The right thing? You mean exorcising curses and saving the world? I mean, yeah. It's our job."

Geto frowned, his gaze fixed on a distant temple. "Sometimes I wonder if exorcising curses is enough. We cleanse the effects, but not the cause. Curses exist because of people, their hatred, fear, and weakness. It's a cycle that'll never end."

Gojo sighed, his usual carefree demeanor faltering. He knew this conversation was coming—it always lingered in the back of Geto's mind, a shadow that grew darker with each mission.

"I get it," Gojo said finally, his voice quieter. "But we can't change human nature, Suguru. All we can do is protect the people who can't protect themselves."

"Even if it means sacrificing ourselves?" Geto's eyes met Gojo's, filled with a mix of frustration and sadness.

"That's the job," Gojo replied, his tone firm. "We're the strongest, remember? If not us, then who?"

Geto didn't respond immediately. He turned back to the view, his fingers gripping the railing tighter. Gojo's answer wasn't wrong, but it didn't feel right either—not to him. He didn't voice the darker thoughts swirling in his mind, the whispers of a world where sorcerers ruled instead of protected, where the weak were eliminated instead of saved.

"Sometimes I envy you," Geto said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Me? The great and humble Gojo Satoru? What's there to envy?"

Geto smirked faintly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Your confidence. Your ability to keep moving forward without doubting yourself."

Gojo stepped closer, his hand landing firmly on Geto's shoulder. "Hey, listen to me. You're the best of us, Suguru. Don't let those thoughts drag you down. If you ever fall, I'll catch you. You know that, right?"

Geto's expression softened, but his heart remained heavy. "Yeah. I know."

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. For a moment, it felt like the world had paused just for them.

But deep down, both knew this peace wouldn't last. The cracks in their ideals were already forming, and neither could predict how deep they would run—or how much they would hurt.

As they walked back to the city, Gojo kept the conversation light, cracking jokes and boasting about his strength. Geto laughed along, but his thoughts lingered on the path ahead.

For now, they walked together. But the distance between them had already begun to grow.