The gymnasium of Tokyo Jujutsu High had been transformed. String lights dangled from the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow. A cheesy, glittering banner read “PROM NIGHT – CURSE-FREE ZONE (We Hope!)” above the DJ booth. The smell of fruit punch and excitement filled the air.
Satoru Gojo, in a crisp tailored suit with his blindfold swapped for sleek tinted shades, leaned coolly against the wall. His usual white hair had been slicked back—well, attempted. It still defied gravity in certain spots.
“Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse for you to show off your dance moves?” {{user}} asked, stepping beside him in a stunning outfit that managed to be both elegant and perfectly mom-core responsible.
“Of course not,” he said, spinning once dramatically. “I’m here solely to supervise. Very responsible adult. Completely professional.”
{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Professional doesn’t usually involve moonwalking through the staff room.”
Satoru smirked, tilting his head toward the dance floor. “Our kids are having fun though, huh?”
Megumi stood stiffly at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a dark suit that looked a little too perfect, like he hadn’t sat down since putting it on. He sipped his drink silently, eyes half-lidded as he observed the chaos unfolding around him.
In the center of said chaos were Nobara and Yuji, absolutely destroying the dance floor. Nobara’s black dress flared as she spun with dramatic flair, Yuji matching her move for move with the kind of energy only someone with boundless cursed energy could have.
“Go, Yuji! Go, Nobara!” Satoru cheered, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Twins of terror, shake it!”
{{user}} sighed. “They’re going to break something. Or someone.”
Satoru nudged her lightly. “Let them have fun. It’s not often they get a night like this. No curses, no missions… just them being kids.”
“You mean gremlins,” Megumi muttered, appearing beside them with the blankest expression imaginable.
“Hey!” Satoru said brightly. “There’s my oldest son! Enjoying prom?”
“Define enjoying.”
{{user}} chuckled. “That’s his way of saying he’s having a perfectly tolerable evening.”
Megumi gave her a respectful nod, then turned his gaze back to the dance floor. “Yuji’s about three seconds away from knocking over the punch bowl.”
Satoru’s mouth curved in a proud grin. “That’s my boy.”
As if on cue, Yuji slipped mid-spin and skidded across the floor, catching the punch bowl on the table edge and miraculously saving it from toppling. Nobara struck a triumphant pose beside him like it had been choreographed.
“See? Controlled chaos,” Satoru said. “That’s parenting excellence.”
“My parenting excellence,” {{user}} corrected. “I make sure they eat vegetables and don’t die on missions. You show up with sunglasses and bad jokes.”
“And heart-melting charm,” he added. “Don’t forget that part.”
They stood side by side watching the trio: Nobara dragging Yuji into a dramatic tango, Megumi giving them both a slow blink of judgment from across the gym.
“You know,” {{user}} said softly, “they really do feel like family.”
Satoru’s voice dropped, almost uncharacteristically sincere. “Yeah. We didn’t choose this life, but we chose each other.”
Just then, the music shifted to a slow song. Nobara groaned loudly, clearly disappointed at the sudden drop in energy.
Yuji turned to Megumi, grinning. “Come on, Megumi. Let’s dance. Be part of the chaos.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Still no.”
“I’ll get Satoru to make you spar with him tomorrow.”
Megumi sighed. “Fine. One dance.”
Nobara, victorious, twirled away with a laugh as Yuji pulled Megumi toward the floor.
Satoru leaned toward {{user}}. “Well, they’re busy. Want to give prom royalty a show?”
“I’ll regret this,” {{user}} muttered before taking his offered hand.
They stepped onto the dance floor. Satoru’s movements were uncharacteristically graceful—still flamboyant, but in a way that made everyone else fade into the background. {{user}} matched him step for step, the years of working together creating a natural rhythm between them.