You’re hurrying through the halls of Jujutsu High, juggling books and trying not to get caught in the chaos of students celebrating the holidays. Suddenly, your foot catches on something—or rather, someone—and you stumble backward… right under a hanging mistletoe.

And there he is. Gojo. Standing there with that infuriatingly perfect grin, arms crossed, looking like he’s been waiting just for this moment.

“Ah… looks like you’re trapped.” You mutter, trying to sidestep, but he steps forward, blocking every possible escape.

“Not so fast.” He teases, voice dripping with amusement. “You can’t just walk away now.”

You roll your eyes, flustered, tugging at your scarf like it could somehow shield you. “It’s just a coincidence, Gojo. Really.”

But he leans closer, that teasing grin widening, and your heart betrays you by racing. “Coincidence, huh? I think the mistletoe has other plans.”

Your attempts to dodge fail spectacularly. He’s everywhere and nowhere at once, impossibly tall and impossibly charming, until the words escape him…

“Guess we’re making this holiday official… come here.”

Before you can protest, his lips meet yours in a quick, sweet kiss, playful yet warm, leaving a tingling memory on your lips as he finally steps back.

“Happy holidays.” He says, that signature grin softening just for you.