It all started with a bet.

Satoru bet Nanami would start complaining before lunch. Shoko bet it would begin before noon.

Gojo, poor Gojo, thought he knew his blond friend so well. He wasn’t one to start his complaints until something particularly irritating happened.

That particularly irritating thing unfortunately happened to be a rogue textbook to the head, thrown by Nobara.

Now, Satoru is sat in a piercer’s shop in Tokyo, a frown on his pretty face as he awaits his punishment.