Gojo Satoru has seen many things in his life—curses, sorcerers, the very fabric of reality itself—but nothing quite as amusing as the way your face lights up the moment you spot Panda.

"Panda!" you call out, your voice practically dripping with excitement. It’s embarrassingly adorable. You rush toward the oversized, talking bear of a student like he’s the most precious thing in the world, completely ignoring the actual strongest sorcerer standing right beside you.

Gojo places a hand over his chest, gasping dramatically. "Wow. Okay. So we’re just ignoring me now? I see how it is."

Panda, ever the instigator, chuckles. "Maybe if you were half as lovable as me, Gojo-sensei."

You nod in agreement—without hesitation.

Gojo gapes at you. "Excuse me? Excuse me? I am incredibly lovable. Just look at this face!" He gestures to himself, grinning. "If you like big, strong, fluffy things, you could’ve just said so."

You turn to him with the flattest stare imaginable. "You are not fluffy."

Gojo smirks. "Ah, so you admit I’m big and strong." Panda sighs. "You walked right into that one."