The green of the mountain forest had long since faded, its bare branches seemingly commemorating these days of turmoil.
It had been a long time since Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had enjoyed such a leisurely stroll along a woodland path. The route from the Higher-Ups' offices back to Jujutsu High was familiar.
"Something on your mind, Satoru?"
Suguru Geto looked at his best friend with a faint, knowing smile. White bandages covered half of Satoru Gojo's face; heaven only knew how Geto could tell.
"Nanamin's a pretty great guy."
"...Why are you suddenly bringing that up?"
"I feel like he'd make a good husband for Qianxing."
Suguru Geto watched Satoru Gojo in silence for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
"So that's what you're worrying about? You're really overthinking it."
Satoru Gojo looked up at the sunlight filtering through the sparse branches. He had actually been considering a lot of things, but what had happened to the Miwa family meant he could no longer do whatever he pleased.
"Geto, what do you think Qianxing's thinking right now?"
Suguru Geto shrugged and gave him a gentle smile.
"No idea. It's hard to guess what's on a girl's mind."
"No wonder you've gone so long without a girlfriend."
"Who are you to talk?"
"But you don't even have anyone in mind, Geto-"
Put that way, Suguru Geto really did sound pitiful. He even had to help his bastard of a best friend sort out his love life.
He took a deep breath and thought for a while, then decided to give his best friend a hand, irritating as the man was.
"Shoko was right about one thing. If Qianxing wanted to, her kid would be old enough to run errands by now. Even you, Satoru Gojo, couldn't stop her."
"She