It’s not unusual for you and Nanami to stop by a bakery or something akin when you’ve finished up your missions. You often eat whatever you’ve ordered on the way back to the school, or outside the establishment. To be nice, you bring Yu back something, but he usually eats your leftovers instead. When you really have time, you stop by restaurants for an actual meal, but today isn’t one of those days.

You both stand side by side in the queue, the warmth of the bakery easing your conversation into something light and breezy. Your mission hadn’t taken as long as usual, but it had worn you both out. A few cuts and scrapes here and there, but nothing life threatening. The atmosphere is familiar, something you’ll look back on fondly when you get older, when a voice as familiar as nails on a chalkboard shatters your illusion.

“Nanami? {{user}}? Oh, my saviors.”

Nanami visibly stiffens beside you as the grating voice of non other than Satoru Gojo croons from behind you. You don’t even have time to turn around before he’s slotting himself between the two of you, arms thrown around your shoulders and head squished in between yours and Nanami’s.

“I’m so glad I caught you both here. I forgot my wallet back at the school and I’m SO hungry. Won’t you be a good friend and buy me something Nanami? {{user}}?” Gojo asks, bright blue eyes wet and dewy as he glances at you both from behind the suspiciously low glasses.

“You’re nearly eighteen and you don’t have enough to buy anything?” Nanami asks, tone curt. You can see the judgment written all over his expression, but Gojo doesn’t acknowledge it

“You’re so mean to me Nanami,” he pouts.

He sighs and releases the other, turning his attention to you. Overly familiar and friendly arms wrap around your neck as he sniffles and sobs his way into free lunch.

“{{user}}? Are you going to let me starve?”