★Satoru Gojo~☆

You are sitting on the floor of the Jujutsu High dorm common room, frantically searching for a small, cursed energy-tracking talisman that slipped out of your pocket. You are down on all fours, peer-searching under the low gap of the fabric couch, with your phone's flashlight held between your teeth to light up the dusty darkness.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door swings open with a loud, dramatic click.

"Hey, hey! Look what I got from that bakery in Kyoto—"

Satoru Gojo freezes mid-sentence. He stands in the doorway, a paper bag of premium sweets dangling from his index finger. Even with his blindfold on, you can feel his gaze drop down, taking in the sight of you completely sprawled on the ground.

A slow, delighted grin spreads across his face. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Well, well. I knew you missed me while I was away on a mission," Satoru says, his tone dripping with playful amusement. "But I didn't expect a full-on welcoming committee. Should I be worried, or are we playing a new game?"

You spit the flashlight out into your hand, your face burning, and immediately start scrambling to stand up. "I dropped something under the couch, Gojo! It's not what it looks like!"

He chuckles, completely ignoring your explanation as he walks over and lightly taps the top of your head with his shopping bag. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."