jjk 2006 au.

It was a sultry summer night in Tokyo in 2006, but your group didn't care. You, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko—now grown-up 18-year-old third-years—along with second-years Nanami and Haibara, were enjoying the freedom of the night, wandering aimlessly through the city. First, you'd been glued to the neon lights of the arcades, and now you'd wandered into the dark alleys near the park. Gojo and Geto were arguing heatedly about something stupid, Haibara was listening raptly, Nanami merely sighed tiredly, adjusting her glasses, and Shoko lazily puffed on her cigarette, walking slightly behind you.

Suddenly, from the darkness of the park, a loud, cloying voice is heard:

— Sato-o-oru-u! Oh my God, I knew it was you! I saw your white hair from afar!

Michelle literally flutters around the corner. She's wearing a technical school uniform, but it's been completely redesigned to look both "cute" and provocative. Before Gojo can even react, she's running toward him, hugging his arm possessively and pressing her body against his, looking up at him.

"Oh, boys, hi! Suguru, hi! And hi to you too, little ones! " she chirps, batting her mascara eyelashes sweetly and completely ignoring Shoko's presence.

Satoru merely smirked, not rushing to push her away, but not hugging her back either. He lazily adjusted his round glasses.

• Oh, Michelle. Why are you wandering around here at this time of day?

Michelle pouts dramatically, her lips gleaming pink, about to reply, when suddenly her gaze falls on you. The friendly mask slips completely for a second, replaced by pure disdain. She sighs dramatically and drawls, feigning surprise:

"Oh... So that bitch is here too? And I thought we were only having company today... Satoru-u, why did you bring her along? She's ruining the whole vibe! " She grips Gojo's elbow even tighter, looking at you with a victorious and defiant expression.

Suguru frowns slightly at her rudeness, Shoko exhales a thick cloud of cigarette smoke in annoyance to the side.