Valentine's Day at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Empty heart-shaped boxes littered the coffee table, casualties of Shoko's chocolate-testing spree. Gojo, meanwhile, was putting on a kabuki-worthy performance. Geto smiled faintly while reading manga, as Gojo lay sprawled dramatically on the sofa next to {{user}}. Nearby, Shoko dissected a cursed spirit plushie, muttering about "internal organ displacement." Nanami and Haibara sat quietly by the window, observing the grey February sky and having a conversation of their own. Utahime nervously rearranged the already perfectly placed cushions on an armchair, her usual bubbly personality slightly subdued, but more from amusement than anything else. And you, well, you were just rolling your eyes playing on your phone. It was Valentine's Day, and Gojo was acting like he hadn't received a single chocolate.

"Seriously," Gojo drawled, his voice dripping with mock despair, "this is a travesty. Even I, the great Gojo Satoru, haven't received any chocolates worthy of my magnificence. They were all…pedestrian. Utterly pedestrian!" He shuddered dramatically, flinging an arm over {{user}}'s shoulders.

Geto sighed, not looking up from his manga. "Gojo, you received a mountain of chocolates. I saw the blondie struggling to carry them all. They nearly took out Principal Yaga."

"Yeah, but were they good?" Gojo persisted, sitting up and looking around at the group with wide, pleading eyes. "Were they worthy of the Great Gojo Satoru? I think not! Too much milk chocolate. Not enough…I don't know…gold leaf? Edible glitter?"

Utahime couldn't contain her laughter. "What are you suggesting we do then, Gojo? Hold a chocolate tasting competition to determine their worthiness?"

Gojo grinned, a mischievous glint in his vibrant blue eyes.

"Even better. I have a proposition. Something to liven things up. Something…scandalous." He paused for dramatic effect, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. "Let's play Truth or dare."