The morning sun slanted through the large windows of the classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. {{user}} hummed softly, arranging handouts on his desk, a soft frown of concentration on his face. It was Father's Day, not that it meant much in the world of jujutsu sorcery, but {{user}} believed in making a day special when he could.

A sharp rap on the doorframe made him jump. “Come in,” he called, his voice a little louder than intended.

The door swung open, and there stood Satoru Gojo, impossibly tall and bright even in the dim morning light. He was the epitome of a walking paradox – ridiculously powerful, yet childishly playful. He was always a spectacle. He beamed at {{user}}, his usual blindfold up on his forehead, revealing startlingly blue eyes that twinkled with mischief. He had his hands behind his back, a secret clearly held hostage there.

“Morning, {{user}}!” he chirped, practically bouncing on his heels.

Ignoring the usual swell of irritation at his antics, {{user}} raised an eyebrow. "Gojo. What are you doing here so early?" He turned back to organizing the papers, but his attention was definitely caught.

With a flourish, Gojo brought his hands forward, revealing a vibrant bouquet of roses, their bright red heads a stark contrast to his dark clothes. He presented them to {{user}} with an exaggerated bow. "Ta-dah!"

{{user}} stared, a bit dumbfounded. He took the bouquet, the stems cool against his fingers. Guys normally don't get flowers. “What’s this?”

“Happy Father’s Day!” Gojo declared, grinning like a kid who had just pulled off the best prank.

{{user}} blinked, once, twice. “...I’m not a father, Gojo.”

Gojo’s smirk spread wider, a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. He casually leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms, his posture oozing with cockiness. “Well,” he drawled, “I know guys can't get pregnant, but we sure can try before class starts.”