“A picnic is just an excuse so I can bring candy” Gojo declared solemnly as he unloaded a far too large bag next to you.

The meadow was dotted with yellow dandelions, the air warm but still crisp. You had made sandwiches. He had… seemingly raided half a candy store.

“You’ll get a stomachache.”

“Impossible. I’m the strongest.”

You rolled your eyes and lay down in the grass. He did the same, hands clasped behind his head, sunlight refracting through his glasses.
