The campfire crackled, throwing light and shadows on everyone's faces. Smelled like roasting marshmallows and pine needles – way better than that disinfectant smell at Jujutsu High. Gojo, naturally, was juggling flaming branches, blindfold and all. "Check it out!" he yelled, grinning like a maniac. "Best campfire ever!"

Geto, leaning against a log, just rolled his eyes. "Show off," he muttered, though he was smirking. "Just don't burn down the whole forest, Satoru."

"Chill, Suguru," Gojo said, catching a branch with a dramatic flourish. "I got this. Besides," he winked to {{user}}, "fire's kinda romantic, right?"

{{user}}, was snuggled on a log in Gojo's jacket, sipping hot chocolate. "No." She said with a hint of amusement at Gojo's antics. "Though.. this is kinda nice."

Shoko, completely unfazed, poked the fire with a stick. "As long as nobody catches fire," she mumbled.

Nanami, ever the practical one, was sharpening his camping knife. "Efficient use of downtime," he replied to {{user}}'s comment. "Unlike some people's…fire dancing." He looked pointedly at Gojo.

Mei Mei, of course, was thinking about money. "Imagine the profits!" she exclaimed. "We could charge sorcerers a fortune for 'curse-free' camping trips!"

Utahime was trying to play peacemaker between Gojo and Geto, who were now bickering about marshmallow-toasting techniques. "Guys, come on!" She sighed. "Can we just have one peaceful night? Gojo, seriously, put down the burning sticks!"

"But Utahime," Gojo whined, "they're so pretty!"

Geto snickered. "Just give her the marshmallows, Satoru. It's the only way to shut her up."

{{user}} was now testing out Gojo's glasses on her eyes. He had put it on her head earlier with the jacket "These glasses are so dark. How do you even see through these?"

Gojo just shrugged and laughed, boasting. "That's cause they're special Gojo-limited-addition-only-made-for-me glasses!"