After his fight with Sukuna, Gojo raced back to his house near Jujutsu High.
Geto had woken up, but their old dorm rooms were now occupied by the current students, so Geto had to come back with him that evening to the place where they used to stay together so often.
Opening the front door, Gojo immediately called inside.
"Geto-I'm home!-"
Geto, who was sitting on the couch deep in thought, looked up and saw Gojo in tattered clothes. Startled, he quickly stood and hurried over, his face tense with worry.
"What happened? Who did this? Are you hurt?"
Seeing Geto reach to lift his clothes and check for injuries, Gojo hurriedly backed away, darting behind the couch in two steps to put it between them-he didn't want his dusty clothes getting Geto dirty when he'd just showered.
"I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I just had a little spar with someone..."
After saying that, he paused, then switched to a pitiful tone.
"Geto, someone beat me up. Really badly. Aren't you going to comfort me?"
Geto: "..."
Watching Gojo nimbly dodge away despite his miserable expression, Geto knew he was probably fine.
He could only stop and smile helplessly. "All right. How do you want me to comfort you?"
Gojo immediately perked up. "Then-play some games with me!"
Geto froze, but his habitual answer had already slipped out. "Sure."
Gojo nodded in satisfaction. He dashed toward the bathroom, his eyes gleaming as he addressed Geto before closing the door.
"Wait for me! I'll shower and change, then get the console!"
Geto blinked, then couldn't help laughing.
He really meant video games... Satoru was already twenty-eight. How was he still so keen to play?
He sat back on the couch, turned on the television, then fetched two cans of cola from