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warning: explicit content (violence, blood)
Tokyo, Japan
19:30 PM
The nightlife in Tokyo isn't quiet. There is always life to it. It's another one of those cities where it never sleeps.
"Come on, Gojo, you're so slow!" A young woman with mid-length jet-black hair wearing a red ribbon attached to her shouts those words out with a hand alongside her face.
Gojo looks at the shouting woman as he presses his lips together and slightly smirks while he rolls his eyes a bit. "I'm not that far behind. Besides, we're going to the same place."
She sticks out her tongue at him and says, "We're going to be a few minutes late since someone forgot their charger back in the lecture room."
"Please, are you crying?" Gojo asks.
The young woman just breathed heavily in response to his question. She wasn't having it. "I hate your guts."
"My guts? You can't hate them; I take good care of my health, you know, Utahime?" Gojo says it out teasingly.
Utahime was now walking alongside the twenty-three-year-old male, who was wearing a black shirt, covered over by a blue denim jacket and khaki jeans, and topping it all off with a pair of black Converse and blue sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
She made a dramatic puking nose and said, "Yuck, keep your flirting away from me."
Gojo just lets out a soft chuckle.
"You know I'm just playing around." He says.
"I don't have time for your excessive behavior. I don't understand why women even fall head over heels for you. You're so damn annoying." Utahime says as she crosses her arms.
"They just can't get over how attractive I am." Gojo says as he runs his hand through his snow-white hair, letting the strands fall back into place.
Utahime, on the other hand, wishes she didn't see it and wishes she didn't hear his words. She wanted to erase that from her mind, as he felt like puking.
The whole walk was now silent; Utahime didn't want to talk to Gojo at all. Gojo being the guy he is, sure, he likes to be annoying, but he knew how to read people; he knew when to stop (for the most part). He decides to stop picking on her, as he doesn't want to anger her anymore.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally arrived at the location the university students in their group chat had planned. They decided to have a small hot-pot gathering.
The two went inside the restaurant as the others saw them, and one waved their hand out to let them know where they were sitting.
"Gojo! Utahime!"
As they both settled down in their seats, this was finally the time they got to relax and just have a good time after a week of exams back-to-back.
Gojo, surprisingly, wasn't as energetic as he always is; he was feeling very relaxed and just listening to the conversations around him. Here and there, he would take a few shots of Soju with the group.