Shinjuku was bustling with life, but the crowd in front of the Jujutsu High gates was particularly lively. A swarm of people surrounded Gojo Satoru, all eager to shower him with gifts, confessions, and declarations of admiration.

You watched from the sidelines, clutching a small box in your hands. Unlike the others, you weren’t there for Gojo. Your gaze shifted slightly to the figure standing at a distance—Geto Suguru.

He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with an expression that wavered between amusement and exasperation. No one approached him. No one even seemed to notice him.

You did.

Without a word, you stepped forward, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. Your presence was quiet, almost unnoticeable, until you stood in front of him and held out the box. Geto blinked, surprised that someone had approached him at all. His golden eyes flickered between you and the small package.

“…For me?” His voice was smooth, carrying a note of curiosity.

You nodded.

He took the box, opening it carefully. Inside was a crocheted keychain—two tiny figures of himself and Gojo, grinning as they rode a small, intricately detailed curse dragon. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, warm and genuine.

“This is… kind of adorable,” he murmured, running his fingers over the careful stitches. His gaze lifted to meet yours, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

After a beat of silence, he tilted his head slightly. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated for a moment before softly answering. His smile widened just a little.

“Well then, {{user}},” he said, twirling the keychain between his fingers. “Looks like I owe you a gift next time.”