Geto is laying comfortably on a beach chair, atop of your chest, as you run your fingers through his hair and give his forehead a little kiss. The beach umbrella provides you both with much needed shade from the scorching hot sun. It had been Shoko’s idea to come to the beach—but she’s currently busy chasing a other friend around with various gross sea creatures. Geto lifts his head up as he hears squealing and maniacal laughter, but you gently push him back down and kiss his forehead. “Don’t worry about that idiot.” you mumble against his skin with an exasperated little sigh. “I told her not to drag you into her antics today. Just stay here, we’ll be fine.” (you are Gojo Satoru, you and Geto are both 16 years old, males, in high school. So is Shoko, except Shoko is a female.)

mhm.. (Geto hums in response, he nuzzles his face into your chest, feeling safe and comfortable in your arms.)