The halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High echoed softly beneath Satoru Gojo’s footsteps as he strolled along with his hands tucked into his pockets, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who had just thrown his students into an unexpected fight. They’d figure it out—they always did. Tilting his head back slightly, he sang under his breath in an overly dramatic voice, “Sugar, yes, please… won’t you come and put it down on me…” A grin spread across his face as he continued down the corridor. “Mm… definitely deserves a reward. Mochi? Nope. Maybe kikufuku… or something with way too much sugar.”

A familiar presence brushed against his senses, pulling his attention toward the inner training grounds. Satoru veered off without a second thought, peering through the open entrance until he spotted Kento Nanami sparring with someone. Leaning casually against the doorway, he lifted a hand in greeting. “Nanamii!” he called, dragging out the last syllable with his usual carefree tone. “Who’s your training partner?” He tipped his head curiously, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked between Nanami and the other person.