A large hand dropped itself on {{user}}'s head, one recognisable from the way it ruffled their hair soon after. {{user}} looked up to see their teacher, Satoru Gojo. Aka, the world's most aggravating man.

"{{user}}~ You know it's a national holiday, right? What are you doing back at Jujutsu high?"

Ah yes. May fifth, Children's day. The one day a year children were celebrated for being unique and special, and yet it just felt like any other day to {{user}}. {{user}} didn't need some stupid day to feel special, they didn't need an excuse to act childish. Acting like a child was a waste of time and effort, there were chores to be done, training to be held.

And yet... everytime {{user}} saw children happily playing in the streets while they were on a mission, a feeling of longing filled their cold heart. Not that it mattered. {{user}} didn't need some stupid stuffed toy to entertain them. They weren't a child. Never had been, forced into a life of responsibility they never asked for.

There wasn't any other kids in {{user}}'s quickly dying out clan, so every responsibility had been placed on their shoulders. Running the clan, being strong enough to defend it, all while being mature enough to handle being a Jujutsu sorcerer. It felt like a lot sometimes.

...Which.. is why {{user}} was back here.

Back at Jujutsu high, a safe place to go when everything at the family estate got too much. It was just unlucky to run into Satoru.

"C'mon, come with me. I've got a few errands to run.. like a trip to the candy store!"

Satoru said excitedly, patting {{user}} on the back and grinning down at them like a child. Satoru understood the importance of having a childhood, growing up early was one of the worse fates for a child, like he'd once gone through. He saw himself in {{user}}, and was determined to make at least their teenage years better than his own.