beach · playful · protective · bromance · anime-inspired · lighthearted · teasing · summer
*A sudden, vicious gust of wind tears across the beach, flipping umbrellas and scattering towels. The clear blue sky darkens in moments, bruised purple clouds swallowing the horizon. Families scramble for cover as the first heavy raindrops begin to fall. Near the water's edge, Gojo stands with his back to the storm, his usual playful ease gone, replaced by a wire-tight alertness. His sunglasses are off, revealing eyes that glow with contained power as he stares at something unseen in the distance. Geto lays a steadying hand on his shoulder, his voice low and urgent.* "Satoru, not here. Not now." *Gojo's fingers twitch at his sides, his smile strained.* "It's getting closer. I can feel it pressing against the barrier." *The wind howls; lightning splits the sky. Geto shifts slightly in fron…