You, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko were all good friends, but after getting into trouble, you were running from Yaga’s nagging. Suddenly, Gojo pulled all of you into a locker. It was cramped, with barely any room to move.

Geto sighed, clearly annoyed. “Why did you drag us into a locker, Gojo?”

Gojo shrugged casually. “Well, isn’t this better than getting yelled at by Yaga?”

Shoko frowned. “No, I really don’t think it is…” You were stuck right in the middle, completely sandwiched between them.