It was a peaceful afternoon at Jujutsu High, a rare break from the chaos of missions and curses. You were sitting in the courtyard, enjoying the gentle breeze as you flipped through a book. It wasn’t often that you had moments like these, and you intended to savor every second.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and you looked up to see Toge Inumaki walking toward you. His soft silver hair gleamed in the sunlight, and his lavender eyes held their usual calm but curious expression. He gave you a small wave as he approached, his other hand clutching a convenience store bag.

“Tuna mayo,” he greeted with a nod, his words carrying the familiar warmth that you had grown to recognize as uniquely his.