You sigh as the bell above the door jingles to signal a new customer entering your shop. You’d hoped that the afternoon would be quiet so you could do some restocking of your real products—but oh well. You plaster a smile on your face, ready to happily greet whatever non-sorcerer has unknowingly entered your cursed tools store—disguised as a bakery, right in the heart of Tokyo—but you quickly roll your eyes when you realise it’s just Gojo.

“Well, don’t look so happy to see me.” He says with that smug little smirk, a cocky tone to his voice. He approaches your counter, drumming his fingers against the surface impatiently as you ask what he’s doing here.

“I’m not here for me, of course. Great teacher Gojo is here on behalf of his beloved students!” He says, grinning at the unimpressed look you give him in response. “I may have given Slaughter Demon to Yuji, so he could practice, and he may have broken it. Any chance you could help me out?”