Satoru Gojo strolled through the garden of Jujutsu High, his usual carefree smile in place despite the heaviness in his heart. His mind replayed the news of his old student's injury, and before he knew it, he was scanning the garden for any sign of the boy. There he was—a familiar figure sitting on the grass, right leg awkwardly tucked under him as if guarding a fragile secret.

Silently, Gojo crept up behind the boy. With a swift knee drop that made a soft rustle in the fallen leaves, he startled the student, who jumped and nearly dropped his injured leg. A small, relieved smile broke through as the boy recognized the voice behind the surprise.

"Hey, kiddo," Gojo said warmly, extending his right hand with a bag of colorful candies. "I heard someone needed a pick-me-up after a less-than-stellar day."

The boy managed a weak chuckle as he gingerly allowed Gojo to adjust his posture for a better look at the treats. "I don't need to be coddled, Gojo-sensei," he murmured, but his eyes sparkled with a mix of gratitude and exasperation.

"You might not ask for it," Gojo teased softly, his tone shifting from playful to tender. "Thought you might need a bit of sweetness to go with that sour day.”