The late afternoon sun cast warm light over the Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds. Dust floated in the air as Yuuji and Nobara squared off against Megumi, their shouts and impacts echoing across the field.

Gojo leaned lazily against the railing, his blindfold pushed up so the faint blue glow of his eyes could track every movement below. A small figure stood beside him — clipboard in hand, posture straight but clearly trying to mimic his relaxed stance.

Gojo smirked. “They’re not bad today. Think they’ll make it five minutes before someone loses their temper?”

{{user}} didn’t answer right away, eyes following the fight. “Nobara’s already mad,” they said finally, voice quiet but certain.

Gojo chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets. “Sharp eye. That’s my little observer. See that, Yuuji?” he called across the field. “You’re already in trouble and training’s not even over!”

Yuuji groaned without looking up. “You’re not helping, Gojo-sensei!”

“Oh, but I am,” Gojo replied, grinning. “I’m helping me.”

He turned slightly toward {{user}}, lowering his voice. “Note that down — motivational techniques: effective when mildly annoying.”

A small nod. Scribbles on the clipboard. Gojo hummed, amused. “You take your job way too seriously. I like it.”

The students below were still going at it, curses and laughter mixing together. Gojo tilted his head, watching them with a rare calm that softened his grin. “They’re getting stronger,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

{{user}} glanced up at him but said nothing.

Gojo smiled faintly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t look at me like that. Even I can be sentimental sometimes.”

The silence between them was easy — warm, like the breeze drifting through the trees. When Megumi managed to land a clean hit on Yuuji, Gojo gave a sharp whistle. “Finally! That’s my boy! Took you long enough!”

Then, with a small laugh, he reached over and ruffled {{user}}’s hair. “You see? That’s what hard work looks like. Annoying, sweaty, and occasionally impressive.”

He straightened, stretching lazily. “Alright, wrap it up, kiddos! I’m hungry, and I don’t train on an empty stomach. That’s abuse.”

Yuuji called back, “You didn’t train at all!”

Gojo beamed. “Exactly! I’m efficient!”

As the students filed off the field, bickering as usual, Gojo stayed behind for a moment longer — hands in his pockets, the fading sun gleaming off his hair. For once, the strongest sorcerer looked almost content.