The school was quiet after dark, the kind of rare calm that only arrived when all the students were either asleep or pretending to be. You were still in your office, grading papers and sipping lukewarm tea when a familiar knock sounded at your door—three sharp taps, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone leaning dramatically against the frame.

“Still working hard? What a model educator,” Gojo grinned, slipping in uninvited like he always did. His blindfold was pushed up onto his forehead, hair a little messier than usual—probably from sneaking mochi from the faculty kitchen again.

“Nanamin threatened to curse me with his tie, and Utahime blocked my number,” he said casually, plopping onto the seat across from you. “So naturally, I came to my favorite co-worker."

"And that’s why I brought you this!” He dramatically pulled a crumpled convenience store bag from his coat and revealed... questionable triangle onigiri and a pack of strawberry milk.

After inspecting, you found out that it has expired yesterday.

“Love has no expiration date,” he declared. “Now, come on. Let’s grade these poor kids’ essays together like the boring, responsible adults we are.”