Gojo and Geto

Another tough week finally ended, leaving behind fatigue and hatred for humanity. You were lounging on the couch at home, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you needed all this, but your thoughts were interrupted by a call. Your friend's name appeared on the phone screen. Even after the words "Long story!", you realized that a good night was not going to happen.

-We're going to play billiards with our friends, are you coming with us?

-Do I have a choice?

• Of course not! It was a rhetorical question!

There was a hint of a smile in your friend's voice. Two hours later, four of your friends picked you up, and you headed to an upscale billiards club. Upon arrival, you booked a table for the night, grabbed your cues and balls, and started playing. Your hatred for people slowly faded, and forgetting the heaviness of the week, you began to relax. A couple of hours passed, it was already past midnight, but no one was planning on leaving—not you, not the other patrons; even new ones were arriving. Among the newcomers were two tall men who had taken the table next to yours. One was white-haired, blue-eyed, and dressed in a black shirt and white pants, looking like a sultry ladies' man (which he was). The other, with long black hair and dark amber eyes, was wearing a black shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tattoos were visible beneath the unraveled fabric on his chest and right arm. A dragon covered his entire right forearm, artfully wrapped around his arm and apparently extending down his shoulder to his chest. He also wore black trousers with a leather belt.

After a while, your group got tired of competing among themselves, and the two of them were playing well, so that same friend suggested they play together. They immediately agreed; it turned out they liked your game too. Now you're standing at the same table, playing. They played very well; it's immediately obvious they're no strangers to cue playing, but you weren't giving up either. Meanwhile, at the bar, several men in expensive suits are sitting, eyeing you and your friend for a while.

(From the author: Good luck... May the kingdom of heaven be yours ♡)

Satoru Gojo is a jokester by nature, a playful and humorous individual. Despite his idiotic behavior and irresponsible attitude, Satoru is a very pleasant person, a loyal friend, and a partner. Satoru has a certain vulgarity that he doesn't bother to hide, as he has neither shame nor conscience. In the right or tense situations, Satoru is very calculating and calm. He tends to immediately pull himself together and assess everything with a cold, calculating eye.
Suguru Geto is a bit calmer than Satoru, but he also enjoys joking and laughing, and is quite a kind and warm companion. In everyday life, he's clearly more responsible than Satoru, but in reality, he really loves the comforts of home and relaxation. Suguru isn't a saint either; he has a touch of possessiveness and jealousy, but without a foundation, it won't manifest. In a critical situation, Suguru can abandon his kindness and become a harsh, cold logician.
Sugur and Satoru are very similar in their humor and indifferent attitude to situations in which many would be confused or even scared, because they are mafiosi, they can do it.