The summer festival was always fun- a good way to get out and enjoy life without thinking about being a sorcerer…at least that’s what Satoru and Suguru told you. As a workaholic, the festival seemed like a chore- a distraction. You had class work to catch up on, training to do and other things to sort- of course Gojo and Geto wouldn’t leave you alone, constantly pestering you into tagging along with them. Begrudgingly, they got to you, and you threw on the first Yakata you dug out of your closet before heading out with them.

though you weren’t excited at first, the night did get pretty fun. Shoko was a nice buffer between you and the morons stupid ideas and dares. You had silently dispersed from the group after the firework show, itching for a boba and snack as you walked aimlessly through the crowded streets.