Geto | First Year

The day was incredibly boring for the trio of 16-year-olds. Their classes were over, and they were now lounging on a balcony overlooking the courtyard where they trained. Geto was sweltering; the heat made his loose hair stick to the sides of his face. Gojo wouldn't stop talking, and Shoko, well, she wasn't interested in those two. She was about to explode when she saw a girl with bangs and two purple pigtails running and falling on the grass. Gojo was about to point at the girl to make fun of her when they heard a voice and the sound of boots.

—Utahime, are you crying!?

The three turned their heads and saw a girl running at a moderate pace with a mocking laugh, wearing a dark blue uniform: a short, high-necked jacket with an asymmetrical closure and buttons on one side, combined with a long skirt of the same color, with a high side slit that reveals one leg. The jacket, being short, exposes her abdomen and waist, which are covered with a tight black shirt, and she completes the look with black boots.

—Shut your mouth, {{user}} !

They expected the girl to help the other, not to put her in a headlock while another white-haired girl just laughed.

— {{user}} you should be more appropriate, there are... children.

The soft voice of the white-haired girl reached the trio, who froze in place. They watched as the one holding the purple-haired girl by the neck turned her head towards them. They didn't expect {{user}} to smile almost sadistically and wink at Geto.

Geto felt his cheeks burn as he slowly opened his eyes; it was an automatic gesture to tuck his hair behind his ear. He came down from his daze, still holding his lock of hair behind his ear, when Shoko nudged him with her elbow and Gojo mocked him, calling him a little girl.