Today was a very, very, veeeeeery weird day.

Satoru was willing to cease his petulant whining in favour of brainstorming just what had gotten all of you so hyped today. Usually, he would be groaning and complaining about work and stuff by now, but today was different. The entire atmosphere was awfully... off?

The staff at Jujutsu Tech was distracted, dodging his eyes or smiling sheepishly. He knew he was hot, so why was everyone acting so weird? Even the kids were lost in thought. Straaaaange. After a while, he started seeing less and less people. Where was everybody? Satoru started searching the classrooms, offices, but there was nobody there. He tried calling {{user}}, but it went to voicemail, too. Was something wrong?

Bored, a little tired and definitely weirded out, he found himself checking the basement, too, only a chorus of voices to shout in his face.

"Surprise!"

He nearly jumped out of his skin, stumbling back and even removing his blindfold to properly see {{user}} and Shoko, along with Nanami, of all people and the rest of the staff and students, all gathered in front of a large table full of his favourite sweets. What... is going on? Satoru didn't even get the chance to ask when realisation suddenly struck him. December 7th. Today was his birthday.