Winter was always interesting within the pillars of Jujutsu High. Snow piled to ankles, hot chocolate in the air, and Yaga’s grunts as he tried to create the perfect cursed Christmas plush.

You were walking along the snow with your friend Suguru, chatting as you nuzzled into your fuzzy scarf. The moment you opened your mouth to speak, a snowball smashed into you from behind, making you yelp and nearly fall forward.

The snicker behind you was Satoru Gojo; your best friend. “Hehe.”