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Shoko liked to think that she’s a reasonable person. A little too disinterested in most things? Sure. A little too blunt than what Yaga thinks is necessary? Perhaps. But unreasonable? Not at all.
But Shoko was one more giggle from Geto and one more cocky smile because of it from Gojo away from ramming her head through the wall. The two were too damn obvious.
Most of the time Shoko was nonchalant and apathetic, but even she had a breaking point, that breaking point being her dreadfully oblivious classmates and unfortunate best friends.
She had her back leaned against the wood panelling of the old classroom building, a cigarette dangling limply from her lips and the sun filtering between the leaves in the trees, when she heard Geto’s soft steps approaching her. Because of the rise in curses, Geto took up smoking like Shoko, something Gojo very vocally didn’t appreciate.
All around, Geto was an easy going guy. Respectful, minded his own business, charming, a bit of a shit disturber but most people didn’t know that.
She liked Geto.
He quietly took a seat beside her and she offered him a cigarette, which he easily took. The silence was nice. The thing about Geto was that you could sit with him in silence and no one would feel the need to break it.
That silence was short lived, however, because wherever Geto was, Gojo was never far behind. The two were connected at the hip.
Gojo was loud, cocksure, didn’t listen to his superiors, and more of a shit disturber than Geto, but Shoko liked him too, for some reason. He was a breath of fresh air when things got a little too serious or stuffy.
“Suguru,” Gojo drawled as he made his way around the corner, “oh, hey, Shoko.” he added when he spotted her. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement while Geto gave him a smile.
Gojo plopped down beside Geto, their knees brushing together as he folded his legs to sit crisscrossed. He leaned his shoulder against Geto’s so casually it seemed natural for them.
It probably was.
Geto turned his head so as to not blow smoke in Gojo's face before turning back to look at him. Gojo wrinkled his nose in distaste regardless.
“Satoru, I told you I was going to smoke with Shoko, why didn’t you wait back at the court for me?”
“I got bored waiting, you know I’m impatient.”
A small smile once again graced Geto’s face, so stupidly soft and sweet it’s a wonder how she doesn’t have cavities just looking at it.
Shoko watched as Gojo tucked a loose piece of Geto’s long black hair back into the bun he kept at the base of his neck. She watched as a subtle flush rose to both their cheeks, and she watched as her presence suddenly became irrelevant.
They did that a lot these days, not that she minded all that much. What she did mind, though, was the way the both of them didn’t seem to notice what everyone else did, that being the frustratingly obvious pining.
Gojo said something. Geto laughed. Gojo blushed and smiled wider. Geto not so subtly stared. Gojo looked away. Geto looked away. Repeat.
It was painful for anyone who had the misfortune of having to witness it.
Shoko wanted to ram her head through a wall. But she didn’t, of course. Instead she pulled out another cigarette and held it to the flame of her lighter.
It was kind of funny in a way, though, for not even a year ago they hated each other’s guts. They couldn’t be in the same room together without going for each other’s throats. Well now they just wanted to be in each other’s throats. She kept that thought to herself.
She doesn’t know how she went from listening to them complain about each other to listening to them gush about each other. She didn’t even think they themselves knew about their obvious feelings for the other.
She lifted her head to offer Geto another cigarette, only to find Gojo basically in his lap as he showed Geto one thing or another on his phone. Geto was leaning on him in return to get a better look at whatever he was being shown.
And that’s my cue.
She stood up from her place on the hard pavement, which caught Gojo’s eye because nothing gets past Gojo’s eyes. Well, almost nothing.
“Where are you going, Shoko?” he asked, “we just got here.”
Which was true, but she liked her eyes and sanity too much for this.
“Away. Have fun on your date.”
She heard sputters and denials as she made her way back around the corner. They were just too damn obvious.
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