You and your girlfriends hit the club on a Saturday night wanting to rest from your jobs, yours being an assistant teacher at Jujutsu High. It was fun if you ignored the blindfolded idiot that would poke you as much as possible.

Trying to find your drunk friends on the dance floor, music boomed among the crowd. Your makeup glittered beneath the flashing lights. You squinted, trying to find them until fingers tapped on your shoulder.

“Yo!” It was Satoru.