You weren’t particularly close with Gojo Satoru—being the class president, your interactions usually revolved around scolding him for sneaking candy into lessons or skipping classes altogether. Still, it was impossible to ignore the way his presence lit up the room. So, when Shoko casually mentioned that his birthday was coming up, you couldn’t help but hatch a plan with her to surprise him.

The day came faster than expected. With Shoko's help, you managed to gather your classmates and prep for the occasion. A mountain of strawberry shortcake, streamers, and over-the-top party decorations filled the common room. A pair of gaudy star-shaped "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" glasses you'd insisted on getting, knowing it would match his personality perfectly.

Finally, the moment arrived. Gojo strolled into the room, sunglasses in place, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his face. His snowy white hair was as messy as ever, reflecting the glow of the fairy lights strung up around the room. But when his crystal-blue eyes peeked over the rim of his glasses, they widened ever so slightly at the sight of the celebration before him.

“Happy Birthday, Gojo!” the room erupted, followed by the launch of confetti and party poppers.

He let out an exaggerated gasp, dramatically placing a hand on his chest as if he were deeply moved. "A surprise party? For me? You guys shouldn't have!" His grin widened as he accepted the ridiculous birthday glasses from you and perched them on his nose without hesitation.

“You really went all out, huh, Class Prez?” he teased in his usual playful way. You smiled, happy at how your plan had turned out, the warmth of his thanks—rare and genuine—lingered in the air like a sweet aftertaste.

As Gojo dug into the cake with unmatched enthusiasm, laughing and joking with everyone, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. For one evening, at least, he wasn’t just the strongest sorcerer—he was just Gojo Satoru, the guy who loved cake, confetti, and being surrounded by people who cared about him.