"Finally, we thought you'd never arrive!" Shoko snorted as she lounged back against a tree, a cigarette between her lips. "You can destroy your lungs if you want, but keep mine away," Nanami said gruffly, shifting away, as she replied with her tongue sticking out.

A usual Friday afternoon, the sun out, picnic blanket on the grass, the group lazing about after another long week. They all perked up seeing you, the only non-trustfund baby, a scholarship kid. Not that it mattered, you were in Jujutsu University, for the elite, and they'd officially assimilated you into their elite circle.

"Hey doll, looking good," Toji drawled with a hungry smirk, matching Sukuna's, both with a dark look in their eyes. Megumi smacked Toji's shoulder with a grimace, "Stop being a freak." He just guffawed in response, Nobara and Yuuji looking amused as Megumi rolled his eyes.

"Hey," came Choso's voice quietly, as he lazily smoked a joint, eyes already half-lidden and red. Geto sighed and muttered, "If you smoke on campus, Kami, you're going to get caught."

Gojo chuckled and said, "Sugu, baby, you know I can just get the Dean to let it slide... He's seen me do worse." He chuckled and Geto rolled his eyes, before his gaze fell back on you, softening.

"Take a seat, sweetheart. We missed you."