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G....guys am I cooking....

"You're slowing down," Geto says, aiming a kick at his friend.

Gojo dodges with ease. "Hell no I'm not!"

Geto jumps out of range of Gojo's fist. "Then I'm speeding up." He aims another punch. "Either way, you're losing."

Gojo ducks and charges at Geto's legs. The other second-year jumps up just in time. "Overconfidence loses the fight."

Geto aims a jab somewhere around Gojo's torso, meaning to get him a little off-balance. He realises too late that he's not putting enough force into it.

Gojo yelps and jumps back. Geto stares.

And then—

"No," Gojo says, suddenly looking almost nervous.

"Why not?" asks Geto, approaching.

"That's cheating—"

In an instant, Gojo is face-up on the ground, Geto sitting on his legs and digging his fingers into the sorcerer's sides.

"Sh-shihihihit—Suhuguru!"

"Come on, Satoru," Geto taunts. "Fight back. What was it you said about me going to lose?"

Gojo squirms, kicking his feet against the grass. "I hahahate you! Stohohop it!"

"Make me," Geto retorts, fingers spidering up to Gojo's upper ribs where he knows is a bad spot. "Or else I win."

"F-fihihihine! You wihihin, stohop!"

Geto pretends to think about it, pausing for just a second. "...No, this is fun."