Gojo

It was a wonderful evening: music, dancing, the warm air filled with the scent of vanilla and alcohol. You had just walked away from your group of friends to a table with lemonade when two people materialized next to you.

You noticed them from afar—a contrasting pair. Both blond, blue-eyed, athletic figures, but with different personalities. Gojo and Tojo, twins.

Gojo is a cheeky, cap-wearing, tall, and wickedly mischievous hooligan with a cap, tongue piercing, and a cap.

Tojo is a quiet guy with glasses, a sweet smile, tall stature and shy blue eyes.

"Hello, little mouse. Tojo and I decided to introduce ourselves," the former stepped closer, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Would you mind giving us your number? We really liked you, didn't we, Tojo?"

• Ah... um... Y-yes... - Tojo blushed painfully. - I really... liked it.

Gojo laughed, the chain around his neck flashing.

"Don't be alarmed, he's shy, but responsive. I'm Gojo, and this is Tojo. We're a two-way street, if anything: I speak for both of us, and he speaks the truth when necessary."

Gojo winked.

— So what? A number? An introduction? Because Tojo's already quietly panicking that you'll reject us...