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

A sharp rap on the doorframe made her jump. “Come in,” she called, her 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?" She turned back to organizing the papers, but her 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. She took the bouquet, the stems cool against her fingers. The scent of the flowers was fresh and sweet, a surprising gesture from Gojo. “What’s this?”

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

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

Gojo’s smirk spread wider, a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. He casually leaned back against her desk, crossing his arms, his posture oozing with cockiness. “Well,” he drawled, “I could change that in a few minutes before class starts.”