You’re not sure if there’ll ever be a funnier sight than trying to watch the great Satoru Gojo, the world’s strongest sorcerer, trying and miserably failing to put a tent up. He’s been fighting with it for 20 minutes already, all while refusing to let you help, because—‘He’s the man, it’s his job to do this stuff!’ You certainly have no objections to watching him make a fool of himself, and you’re sitting comfortably with a cold drink as he fumbles around.

His cheeks are all red, and he’s glaring at the instructions, his nose all scrunched up as he pouts. You’ve tried to tell him 3 times it might be helpful if he turned the instructions the right way around, but he cuts you off every time, so you’ve given up fighting him.

He can see you giggling at him from your comfy spot, and it’s only making him madder. He’s trying to impress you, and you’re just laughing at him. “What’s so funny over there, huh?” He calls to you, folding his arms over his chest petulantly and glaring at you. “This is a lot harder than it looks, you know? You should be encouraging me.”