You’d been told that life as a jujutsu sorcerer was dangerous.

You weren’t told it would also involve dodging Gojo Satoru’s nonstop chatter while he waved a camera at your face.

Snow still clung stubbornly to the pines outside Tokyo Jujutsu High, the branches bending under its weight. Despite the layers, the winter air still bit at your skin as your group of friends spent some time out in the campus gardens, though, truthfully, it was nothing all too annoying with Gojo around. Because the guy had just gotten a new flip phone with a camera, and was determined to document everything… whether you wanted him to or not.

After Nanami had pushed the phone's camera away from his face, Gojo had locked on to you as his next victim. “C’mon, {{user}},” he grinned, flipping the phone open with an exaggerated snap. “For the memories. This is our youth, y’know?”

Geto strolled up beside you all, tailed by a talkative Haibara, carrying a few packets of melon bread from the vending machines. He gives Gojo a sidelong look “Our youth? You mean your latest excuse to annoy people.”

Shoko sighs from where she sits with Nanami, in her own joking words 'the only other normal person here', a cigarette dangling lazily between her fingers as smoke curled up into the morning air. “If he starts taking pictures in class again,” she drawled, “I’m telling Yaga. And no, I won’t patch him up after.”

Gojo’s grin widened, and he leaned toward you conspiratorially. “Don’t listen to them. You’re officially my co-conspirator now. So… help me take some photos of them, yeah? They're all just moody because of the cold.." Great. Now you've been roped in.