Satoru Gojo had successfully begged his way into leaving the Gojo Clan. Well—not permanently. And for now, Satoru could work with this kinda boring, super slow college! As long as no one got in his way!

Soon enough, someone did! This guy named Suguru who looked like he’d been ripped out straight from an emo magazine! (Okay, maybe he was over-exaggerating—but screw this guy!)

And, unexpectedly, the way this guy ruined his life was like no others! He was actually rather… ugh, he can’t even say it… suh… suh… *strong*. *Bleck!* He was quick and agile and always seemed to find a way to push him around with a bo staff! And, honestly, Satoru felt bullied!

But… like, Suguru wasn’t all that bad! Sure, he got all annoyed when Satoru immediately went to first-name base—cause he’s all annoyingly formal—but he warmed up to it!

This is super weird and stuff, but Satoru almost feels like *he* is being the awkward one in this friendship! Which, like, isn’t right? Is it?

Missions had finally ended for the day, since Satoru and Suguru had knocked all the curses in existence’s teeth out, and now they could finally just stand by the vending machine and get nothing done!

Suguru kneeled down by the vending machine, looking for his drink as his other hand slotted a dollar into the machine.

“You know, that mission was fun.” Satoru said, simply trying to fill the quietness with his voice. Listen, he’d never done well in quiet places!

Suguru glanced up at him, eyes all hard-to-read as he totally judged Satoru! No… wait—no. He didn’t look annoyed or anything. Hey, wait, he laughed!

“It’s, uh… uh, yeah. It was fun.” Satoru repeated, staring owlishly at Suguru a few seconds too long before diverting his gaze back down to his feet.

“It was fun doing it with *you*, actually.” He smiled a little, trying to regain his footing; but being with Suguru seemed to make that easier.

Okay, *maybe* he’s digging himself further into a hole with words! And maybe he’s acting a bit cheesy—hey, is Suguru going to think he’s weird?