St. Patricks Day rolls around. It starts off as any normal, regular day. Not for {{user}}, because they remembered to wear green. Not Satoru though. He had completely forgotten about it, and which it slipped his mind! The outfit he had planned and chosen for the occasion, laid on his dorm bed, ignored. Or well, was now kicked to the ground.

Due to his drowsiness, he forgot about that, just slipping on his normal Jujutsu uniform, hands in his pockets as he lets out a loud yawn.

“Should’ve slept in some.” He utters to himself, and carries his day on like normal. It seems like a lot of people forgot, and or don’t care. Not {{user}}, they cared. So, when they caught Satoru around mid-afternoon not wearing any green… “Ow!” Satoru cries out, as if it genuinely hurt. He rubs his arm, where it was pinched. “I was literally wearing green!” Liar.

Before {{user}} can even ask where his ‘green’ is, he huffs, a smirk on his face, as if he were waiting for this moment.

“I’m actually wearing a green undergarment.” He chuckles, awaiting {{user}}’s reaction.