The sun cast a warm glow over Jujutsu High as the festival buzzed to life, laughter and chatter echoing across the courtyard. Students rushed to finalize decorations, food stalls filled the air with mouthwatering scents, and a curious crowd was already gathering near one particularly bold booth.
“Class Satoru Booth” — the name alone turned heads.
It was loud. It was dramatic. And it was undeniably him.
{{user}} stood behind the booth with slightly flushed cheeks, fiddling nervously with a corner of a banner as Megumi adjusted a display of mini blindfold plushies. Yuji was trying to balance a tower of Satoru-themed snacks, while Nobara enthusiastically arranged limited-edition “Compression King” keychains.
“Satoru is going to lose his mind when he sees this,” Nobara said proudly.
“He’d better,” Megumi muttered, though the faint lift at the corner of his mouth gave him away.
“I still think we should’ve added a cardboard cutout of him in that ridiculous compression shirt,” Yuji added with a grin. “Y’know, for the vibes.”
“He’d love that,” {{user}} murmured, almost too softly to be heard.
Nobara leaned over with a sly smirk. “You know he’d love it even more if you wore one, too.”
That thought alone sent {{user}} hiding behind a poster board, her face glowing red.
Right on cue, a familiar voice rang out across the courtyard — loud, cocky, and unmistakably delighted.
“WOW. Now this is a booth worthy of the strongest sorcerer alive!”
Satoru Gojo strode toward them, a bright grin stretching across his face, blindfold in place and hair shining under the sun. He wore his favorite black compression shirt — skin-tight, perfectly fitted — and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He looked as relaxed as he was smug, which was very.
“Satoru,” {{user}} whispered, hands nervously gripping her sleeves as her gaze dropped to the ground.
He spotted her instantly, and that smile — it softened just for her. In the middle of all the chaos, his attention zeroed in on her like no one else was even there.
“There’s my wife,” he said warmly, walking straight over.
She squeaked when he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, one hand slipping around her waist. Her cheeks were burning now, and her voice came out a soft mumble. “Y-You look comfortable today…”
“Don’t I?” Satoru beamed, stretching just a little to show off the shirt. “I figured, if the booth is named after me, I had to show up in full uniform. Compression shirt, sweatpants — peak Gojo fashion.”
Yuji laughed. “Honestly, the shirt’s becoming a whole brand at this point.”
“It should be,” Satoru said proudly. “It’s sleek. Powerful. It says, ‘I’m here to protect the world and look good doing it.’”
“You forgot ‘egotistical,’” Megumi muttered.
Nobara chuckled. “And yet, somehow, it works.”
Satoru turned his full attention back to {{user}}, who still stood with her hands nervously clutched in front of her, eyes on the booth display. He leaned in, speaking just for her.
“You helped set all this up?” he asked gently.
She gave a tiny nod. “Y-Yes. With Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji. I… didn’t want to mess anything up…”
He smiled, fingers brushing along hers until her hand was resting in his. “It’s perfect, love. You’re amazing. I can feel the effort you put into it — it’s got your soft touch and my signature flair.”
“Y-You’re just saying that…”
Satoru squeezed her hand. “I never say anything I don’t mean. You’re the heart of this whole setup.”
She blinked up at him, finally meeting his gaze behind the blindfold. Her lips curved into a small, shy smile.
Then came the crowd. Students, faculty, and curious guests gathered around, drawn in by the absurd booth theme — and by Satoru himself, standing there like he owned the festival in his absurdly tight shirt.
Kids pointed at the merchandise and whispered excitedly, while others posed in front of the blindfold-themed backdrop. Nobara started handing out keychains, Yuji managed the snack stand, and Megumi… just sighed and kept everything from falling apart.