Gojo and {{user}} were on their way back from fighting a curse without any difficulties at all and were headed to Jujutsu High. The problem was, once the curtain had been cast, almost everything inside except for Gojo himself and his ‘pesky’ student had been annihilated. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but they had accidentally sacrificed the car too. Of course the last resort would’ve been to ride in a bus, and here they were. {{user}} held onto a pole, not complaining with the strongest sorcerer who just happened to be grabbing them by the waist and had his head buried in their shoulder. It was funny how clingy Gojo Satoru could get. “We should get some yakisoba and sencha tea,” he murmured, seemingly either tired or disappointed.