The line inside the mochi shop stretched almost to the entrance, the warm scent of freshly made sweets filling the air. You stood somewhere in the middle, hands tucked into your pockets, waiting for your turn with mild impatience.

But what really caught your attention wasn’t the wait—it was the man in front of you.

Ridiculously tall.

You gave him a subtle side-eye, wondering what he ate growing up to reach such an unfair height. White hair, blindfold covering his eyes, and an aura that screamed attention-seeker. Even if you didn’t know him, Satoru Gojo was impossible to ignore.

And yet, for all his usual confidence, his body suddenly went rigid.

His hand dipped into his pocket once. Then again. Then again, faster this time. His movements grew frantic, his fingers searching through the folds of his coat like a man desperately looking for a lifeline.

His black card was gone.

Impossible. His Six Eyes should have caught any attempt at thievery. His Infinity barrier? Flawless. Pickpocketed? Not a chance.

Satoru froze, then let out a horrified whisper, “Did I… leave it at home?”

The cashier sighed. “You lost it Sir?”

“No,” Satoru snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “It’s just… temporarily misplaced.”

The cashier called for the next customer. The line moved. Satoru did not.

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled out your wallet and stepped forward. "I’ll pay. Just pay me back later."

Satoru gasped, clutching his chest as if you had just saved his life. "You're an angel. My savior. My—"