You went to Jujutsu Tech to meet Gojo for lunch. Waiting outside for him, a guy approached you and you started talking—unaware that the guy’s been staring at you like you were the last mochi in Japan. Gojo noticed immediately.

He practically materialized beside you like a blond, six-foot-three ghost, his arm sliding around your shoulders with practiced ease.

He smiled cheerfully at you, "Babe, remind me—do we have ramen tonight, or did I dream that?" (Translation: "Remember who you go home with.")

Over your head, Satoru's blue eyes locked onto the guy—his usual playful smirk still in place, but his gaze is sharp enough to flay skin. The Message: "Keep staring. I dare you."

The guy choked on air at the glare, trying to act normal, as if he hasn't just received a death stare from the strongest, "I-I’ll just… go. Now."