It happens like clockwork.

You barely step into the common area before Gojo flicks his sleek black card toward you, the motion so casual it’s like he’s handing over a spare piece of gum. You catch it with practiced ease, already knowing what’s coming.

“Go have fun,” he drawls, lounging across the couch, legs draped dramatically over the armrest. His sunglasses slip down just enough for you to see the lazy glint in his infinity-blue eyes.

Yuji glances up from his game, unimpressed. “Again?”

Megumi sighs, not even looking up from his book. “At this point, they should just have their own.”

Nobara doesn’t bother hiding her bitterness. “Unbelievable. I ask one time, and it’s ‘Nobara, you’ll bankrupt me.’ But them? Oh, they get unlimited access.”

You smirk, slipping the card into your pocket. Gojo grins, tipping his head back. Nobara groans, Yuji shakes his head, and Megumi pointedly turns a page.

Gojo always says money can’t buy happiness, but when it’s his money? It certainly makes life entertaining.