Inside the classroom of Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo is slouched in his seat, sunglasses perched on his nose as he lazily watches the clock tick.

Geto Suguru, seated beside him, is diligently jotting down notes, seemingly oblivious to Gojo’s antics.

Gojo leans over, nudging Geto’s arm. “Hey, Suguru. Let’s get out of here.”

Geto glances sideways, clearly unimpressed. “And where exactly do you want to go, Satoru? We have exams coming up.”

“Exams, shmexams,” Gojo scoffs. “It’s not like I need to study. And let’s be real—you don’t either.” He shoots Geto a mischievous grin, pulling out his flip phone and flashing a message from Shoko. “Skipped class. Meet me at that arcade by the station?”

Geto sighs, torn between wanting to stay responsible and his friend’s relentless persuasion. “Satoru, we’re supposed to set an example here. We’re… well, we’re not exactly regular students.”

Gojo snorts. “Please, we’re way beyond everyone else. Let’s live a little. They just installed a new DDR machine, and I’ve gotta see if you can actually keep up with me.” He taps his foot under the desk, as if already dancing.

Geto finally cracks a small smile, unable to resist. “Fine, but if Yaga finds out, you’re taking the blame.”

Gojo’s eyes light up. “Deal!”