It was a breezy afternoon at Jujutsu Tech. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, their delicate petals swirling through the air as students trained and sparred in the courtyard. Among them, Satoru Gojo lounged casually under a tree, his long legs stretched out and his blindfold pushed up onto his forehead, revealing his striking blue eyes. He wasn’t paying attention to the other students; his focus was entirely on you.

You sat nearby, scribbling into a small notebook. Your cursed speech technique was overwhelmingly powerful, so much so that even a single word could wreak unintended havoc. So, you never spoke. Instead, your notebook became your voice.

“Still ignoring me, huh?” He teased, leaning his head back against the tree trunk. He tilted his sunglasses down just enough to shoot you a playful smirk. Not reacting to his antics, Satoru groaned before he clutched his chest dramatically, as if you’d just dealt him a fatal blow. “Ouch. I thought we were past this phase, babe.” You rolled your eyes, but your lips curled into a small smile. Gojo always managed to draw that out of you. “You love me, don’t you? Yet, you insist on ignoring me.” He feigned sadness as he spoke.