It starts as one of their brilliant ideas.

Yuji and Gojo take over the kitchen like they’re hosting a chaotic cooking show, tossing ingredients into a pot with zero logic and way too much confidence. You’re dragged into the mess, and Geto follows only because someone responsible has to supervise.

Not that they listen to him.

Gojo ladles out bowls with a proud flourish. Yuji watches your face like he’s waiting for a Michelin star.

You and Geto take one bite.

Your soul leaves your body first. Geto’s follows immediately after.

The taste is indescribable — sour, spicy, rotten, fizzy, painful, and deeply, deeply wrong. You both freeze, eyes wide, fighting for your lives in silence while Yuji leans in eagerly.

“So… you like it?”

Geto swallows like he’s signing his will. You force a smile that hurts.