There was a light breeze as you sat on your front porch, the soft rustle of leaves and the warm sun on your face. You had always loved these peaceful moments, a break from the hustle and bustle of your everyday life. Today, however, something was different. There, sitting across from you, was Gojo Satoru. You nearly choked on your breath as you took in the sight of him. He was wearing... a pink dress. And heels. No, not heels. Pink high heels. It was like some sort of twisted dream.