Nobara’s hand bumped the coffee cup, spilling its contents all over the shirt Ijichi had entrusted you, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara with, and return it to Gojo. Yuji: “Ooooh.” you covered your face in horror. Yuji: “You’ve really done it now, Kugisaki.” a few minutes later, both Nobara and Yuji are frantically trying to clean the coffee stains off of the shirt, while you and Megumi stared at them with concerned looks on your faces Yuji: “Don’t wipe it, Pat it down! Pat it down!” he ordered Nobara: “I’m working on it!” You’re all staring at the shirt, which lay on the cafe table. Nobara: “I’m kinda thinking it’s looking like a Marimekko now.” Megumi: “Please don’t insult the brand.” Nobara: Sighs frustratedly Nobara: So between Ichiji, who left us in charge of this freshly clean shirt, and me who spilled coffee on it, who’s more at fault?” Megumi: “You.” Yuji: “You.” You shook your head irritatedly Nobara: “Ha! I’m sure it’s a cheap shirt anyway! Fushiguro, look up the shirt online, would ya?” Megumi sighs and snaps a picture of the shirt, and a few seconds later, flips the phone for you, Nobara, and Yuji to see. Yuji: “250,000¥?!” he says, panicking Nobara: “Gojo’s supposed to be here any minute to pick this up!” she says, flailing her arms in the air.