It was Christmas Eve at Jujutsu High, and the dormitory was unusually quiet. Most students had gone home for the holidays, but you, Suguru, and Satoru remained, each for your own reasons. Satoru, never one to let a situation get him down, had come up with one of his 1001 ideas to make the night special. He invited you and Suguru to his dormitory room for a Christmas dinner, promising to cook for the occasion.

Knowing Satoru's complete lack of culinary skills, you and Suguru exchanged skeptical glances but agreed. After all, what else was there to do? The thought of spending Christmas alone in your respective rooms was far less appealing.

With gifts in hand, you and Suguru made your way to Satoru's room. As you approached, an odd, burnt smell hit your noses. Suguru wrinkled his nose and you couldn't help but grimace.

"I have a bad feeling about this," you murmured, glancing at Suguru.

"He's our friend," Suguru replied with a resigned smile. "Let's just hope for the best."

Satoru opened the door with a wide, enthusiastic grin. "Merry Christmas! Come in, come in!" he said, ushering you both inside.

The smell was even stronger now, and you both struggled to keep straight faces as you took in the sight before you. On the table, a charred fried chicken and a questionable-looking spaghetti Bolognese sat proudly, their burnt and slightly misshapen forms a testament to Satoru's cooking endeavors.

Satoru beamed at you both, clearly oblivious to the culinary disaster. "Well, you see? Not just being the strongest sorcerer, I just found out that I'm also a great cook!"