Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

You sat at a table in a small café, lazily stirring your cooling coffee with a spoon. Nearby, as usual, Gojo and Geto were chatting and teasing each other. They had appeared in your life unexpectedly, and now it seemed impossible to get rid of them.

"Hey, have you noticed how Geto looks today? It's the rare occasion when he finally combed his hair!" Gojo leaned his elbows on the table and looked at you, smirking.

"Very funny," Geto replied calmly, looking at his friend as if this had happened before. "At least I don't spend two hours making my hair look like I just got out of bed. "

You chuckled. These two never missed a chance to tease each other.

"And you," Gojo suddenly turned to you, narrowing his eyes slyly, "who do you think looks better between us? Your vote is decisive. "

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his question. "Seriously? I have to choose? "

"Of course," he said with a wink. "It's a matter of life and death. "

"Or just a matter of your ego," Geto interjected, continuing to drink his tea.

"Hmm," you pretended to think about it, and then, unable to resist, blurted out, "The waiter probably looks the best of all. "

Geto choked, and Gojo started laughing so loudly that several people turned to look at you.

"She's no slouch," Gojo said, clapping you on the shoulder.

"Now I understand why you found her," Geto said with a slight grin.

And so it went, every day. These two could make you cry with laughter, sometimes even angry, but without them, your life would be much more boring. They never missed a chance to tease you, each other, or anyone else. But you knew there was always meaning in their jokes, and genuine care behind the laughter.