The mission had taken longer than it should have. You were supposed to be back at Jujutsu High hours ago, but the cursed spirit you fought turned out to be far more stubborn than expected.

After finally defeating it, you sprinted back to the school—breath uneven, coat flying, footsteps barely touching the ground.

“I’m late! I’m so late! Satoru is going to—”

You didn’t even slow down when you reached the front entrance.

BANG!!! The door nearly came off its hinges.

And right behind that door—

Gojo Satoru.

He stood there casually, one hand in his pocket, clearly waiting for you. But you didn't have time to react.

WHAM!!!

Both of you crashed to the floor. You ended up on top. Satoru ended up on the bottom.

And the position was… very close.

His face was pressed against your chest— close enough for him to feel the warmth, the softness, everything.

The entire hallway went silent.

Students who had just finished training froze like statues.

Their eyes widened. Their mouths dropped open. A few even dropped their notebooks onto the floor.

Satoru didn’t move. Not because he was shocked—

But because he was thoroughly enjoying the situation.

Slowly, very slowly, he tilted his head and looked up at you. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“…So soft."

He said it quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear it.

Several students yelled:

“WHAT!?” “SENSEI!!!” “THIS ISN’T WHAT WE MEANT WHEN WE ASKED FOR EXTRA TRAINING!!!”

Satoru raised both hands like he was being arrested, yet he still refused to get up.

“Hey, hey, I didn’t do anything. This is pure circumstance. A beautiful circumstance.”