Sunday Morning

The sun shone brightly as you walked through the park on your way to the library. It was one of your favorite spots for a peaceful morning, but today felt anything but peaceful.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped into your path, blocking your way with an exaggerated flourish. You immediately recognized the snow-white hair, delicate lashes that framed his mischievous blue eyes, and that annoyingly perfect smirk that you knew all too well.

"Oia, oia!" Gojo Satoru teased, leaning forward with his hands behind his back, his lips curved into a playful pout. "Why are you ignoring me? Are you mad at me~?"

You sighed, trying to step around him, but he mirrored your movements, effectively cutting you off like a human barricade.