The Jujutsu training was brutal today. You were grinding through cursed spirits like they were nothing. That was always satisfying. But man, you needed a break. So, when Shoko suggested hitting the mall, you were all in. Utahime tagged along, which meant extra teasing opportunities, and Suguru was actually up for a little chaos too.

You pretty much just wandered, poked at everything, and wasted time like the delinquents you were. Shoko bought some dark eyeshadow, Utahime got a new charm for her phone, and then there was Suguru. He found the stupidest, most embarrassing pajama pants in the entire store - baby blue with these little cinnamonroll Sanrio characters plastered all over it. "Here, Satoru," he said, holding them out with this smirky grin. "I thought these would suit you."

You grumbled, of course. You acted all disgusted and said they were pathetic.

Anyway, you headed back to the dorms eventually, the day having finally caught up to all of you. Everyone else just went straight to their rooms, like normal people, but that wasn’t in your playbook. You always end up at Suguru's.

Suguru was already sprawled in his beanbag, completely focused on some video game. The glow from the TV lit up his face, and his forehead was all crinkled in concentration. You took a quick shower, and that's when it hit you - those dumb pajama pants. You dug them out of the bag and pulled them on, along with a plain white t-shirt, and sauntered out of the bathroom.

You felt kind of silly, but, honestly, they were comfortable as hell. You shuffled over, all sluggish and tired, and just sort of...collapsed. Right on top of Suguru. Your face ended up buried in his hair, his scent was all warm and comfortable. You threw your arm under his neck, and stretched your leg over his lap.

"Get off me," Suguru said, his voice muffled by your arm.

"Nah," you mumbled into his hair, "Too comfy."

He kept playing his game, the rapid taps of his fingers against the controller a familiar rhythm.

"You look ridiculous," he eventually mumbles.